Tradition IV - May 14th 2010
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[There's a big blue Toronto Maple Leafs logo adorning a cement wall,
which is exactly the kind of thing that usually earns a pavlovian pop
from the local citizens. Next to that logo is a man wearing a mask of
gray and blue, the same palette as the Toronto Blue Jays. This mask,
however, boast three letters: two S's and an N.
Yeah, it's the increasingly popular Masked Maniac. He raises his head
to look at the camera, clears his throat and, completely blindsiding
him, "Deathless" Perry Fontana just about beheads the masked wrestler
with a lariat!
Fontana grabs the Maniac, hoists him up and smashes his head into the
cement wall. And when the KO'd Masked One has crumpled down face-first
on the floor, "Il Eterno" mounts his victim's arm and applies a
triangular entanglement between his thighs. It's the sankaku ude
garami omoplata known as "The Amputation," and as soon as the Italian-
French-Canadian applies the finalizing chinlock to his maneuver,
Masked Maniac is electrocuted awake by the sheer pain. Immediately, he
begins screaming and tapping in vain.]
MM: GHAAAAAAAH!!!
Fontana: I'm _sorry_ to do this, il MIO _amico_!
MM: AAAAAHHHH!!!
Fontana: But it _has_ to be DONE, AAAAHHH OUAIS!
[Adding insult to accumulating injuries, a rainstorm of spittle spews
from Fontana's muttonchop-framed mouth and befalls the agonizing
Maniac.]
Fontana: I don't _have_ a CHOICE, cousin!
MM: AAAAHHH!!! GHHAAAH!!!
Fontana: I _love_ my brother-in-law, and he's COUNTING ON ME to be
there, tonight.
[Masked Maniac's screams turn to a semi-conscious, wheezing groan, a
weak, wavering wail that somehow sounds much more distressing.]
Fontana: La FAMIGLIA comes _FIRST_, il mio amico, aaaa OUAIS!! I'm
sure _you_ can understand _that_.
[An eerie snapping-popping sound echoes in the hallway and suddely,
Masked Maniac reprises his screams of agony, this time much louder
than before.]
MM: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
[Suddenly, a set of hands grab Perry Fontana by the lapels of his
boxer's robe and pull him off of his victim. These hands, they belong
to "Hellraiser" Tom Landis.]
HTL: What the heck are you doing, Perry?
Fontana: WHAT?
HTL: Awww, man... Look at that! A man's arm isn't supposed to bend
that way!
Fontana: I'm just DOING what _has_ to be DONE! For la FAMIGLIA, aaahh
ouais!
HTL: Don't bring me into this! I have nothing to do with this, you
psycho!
Fontana: I did it for _you_.
[Two medics appear with a gurney, prompting "Le Phenix" to point down
at a writhing Masked Maniac, clutching his newly mangled arm.]
Fontana: There he is, guys.
HTL: How... How did you guys get here so fast?
Fontana: I _called_ them, cousin. [To the medics] ATTENTION!! I said
_be_ CAREFUL, hostie d'anglos! That's my _friend_ you're handling,
there. You treat him with DIGNITY, and you make sure he has a _nice_
ROOM! He's _my_ FRIEND!
HTL: Friends don't rip off their friend's arms off, Perry!
Fontana: They do when they have to _choose_ between _amicizia_ and
_FAMIGLIA_, _friendship_ or _FAMILY_! AAAH OUAIS!!
[Put off by Perry's behavior, the medics roll off with Masked Maniac
as the pair of brothers in law silently watch the trolley roll away,
one of them smug, the other, disgusted. The Maple Leafs' crest catches
Fontana's eye and, spontaneously, he snarls and hocks a loogie at the
blue Maple Leaf, muttering something about "Habs."]
HTL: I can't believe you just did that.
Fontana: Can't _believe_ it? Toronto _sucks_ and the MAPLE LEAFS can
kiss-
HTL: Not that! Maniac's arm!!
Fontana: But I did it for YOU! I did it because you're my BROTHER,
now, cousin, and I _love_...
HTL: Stop saying that.
Fontana: You need a _Blood_Bowl_partner_ that has a FULL TANK!
HTL: Don't involve me into this.
Fontana: You need a PARTNER that can _carry_ you to the FINALS,
cousin!
HTL: The last thing I need is a partner like _you_.
Fontana: FOUTAISE! _You_ could never get to the finals if *I* wasn't
there to DO the WORK _for_ YOU! Aaaahh ouais!
HTL: You're not the first to make the error of underestimating me, and
you won't be the last. But there's a little flaw in your plan to avoid
wrestling an extra match, Perry.
Fontana: De quoi tu parles?
HTL: The Network _must_ be defended. PVW rules say there must be a
title defense.
Fontana: So _what_, cousin? The match is scheduled to begin ANY
MOMENT, _brother_, do you really think they'll find a _replacement_
THIS FAST??
["The Everlasting" Perry Fontana flips the hood of his boxer's robe
over his thick black hair and a sickening grin appears on his thin
lips.]
Fontana: Come on, my _brother_, let's get to the ring. Let's see WHO
_they_ can come up with on such _short_ NOTICE! AAAhhh ouais.
[The Everlasting One vacates the premises, confident that Tom Landis
will feel obliged to follow. "Hellraiser" Tom Landis sighs and shakes
his head.]
HTL: Tara better be right about this...
[Finally, Landis reluctantly follows his brother-in-law.]
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Air Canada Centre
Toronto, Canada
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[The opening guitar rift by Slash of "You Could be Mine" by GNR begins
to play over the PA system ... The Tradition IV logo and Blood Bowl
effects begin to fade as we find ourselves to a spinning sequence of
the world map. It continues to spin as we zoom in closer to North
America ... Canada ... Toronto ... Air Canada Centre!]
# I'm a cold heartbreaker #
# Fit ta burn and I'll rip #
# your heart in two #
# An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed #
# I'll be out the door before ya wake #
# It's nuthin' new ta you #
# 'Cause I think we've seen that movie too #
[We get right to the clips. The Chi-town beast putting it all on the
line tonight Sinister stands like only big daddy Sin can do, Snarling.
Danny Daniels embracing his Supreme Championship after a hard fought
battle. Sweat dripping from his brow as he thrusts his golden non PVW
approved championship high in the air.]
# 'Cause you could be mine #
# But you're way out of line #
# With your bitch slap rappin' #
# And your cocaine tongue #
# You get nuthin' done #
# I said you could be mine #
[The icon of cool Chris Hopper stands in the center of the ring with
his arms extended. The lights with a strobe-like effect as the cocky
grin like only he can display sits across his face.
Will Geddings raises again to his feet. Ribs taped and his face
covered in dry blood. Everyone in the arena on their feet giving this
wrestling legend the respect of a warrior.
The Norwegian Lesion Dag Jenssen stands in the arena for the first
time at the PVW event. The confident young superstar stands proud and
ready for his time inside a PVW ring.]
# Now holidays come and then they go #
# It's nothin' new today #
# Collect another memory #
# When I come home late at night #
# Don't ask me where I've been #
# Just count your stars #
# I'm home again #
[Wrestling's most notorious hired gun The Mercenary hands covered in
blood yanks his opponent to his feet. He sets him up and lifts him in
that deadly delayed brainbuster ... His opponent's blood rushing
down to his head and finally he falls down sending him to sleep land
with "The Payoff".
PVW's warrior Larry Gionet living another day banged up, but doing
what he does best. He eats a few stiff shots, but it's not enough to
put the wrecking machine down. A big smile forms across his face as
blood drips from his mouth and he whips the poor sap across the ropes
and with one rapid motion - tilt-a-whirl .... rib breaker!
The European sensation from the Netherlands Hersher von Donkerhardt
glares into the camera. That stare has been seen time-after-time.
Usually before putting his opponent to the mat or screaming in pain as
they tap out on the mat.]
# 'Cause you could be mine #
# But you're way out of line #
# With your bitch slap rappin' #
# And your cocaine tongue #
# You get nuthin' done #
# I said you could be mine #
[One of PVW's most decorated superstars ... The first to hold the PVW
Heavyweight Championship and the last man to hoist the Blood Bowl Cup,
Chase Williams rolls into his rolling armbar out of nowhere. The
second that arm is bent back his opponent taps out avoiding that bone
to crack from Chase Williams Endgame.
The good Reverend Julian Caine stands decked out in his white suit.
He nods with that sly grin before leaning back letting out a cackle
only the Reverend can do.
PVW's original hero Caleb Foley trot down the aisle way. Dozens and
dozens of fans lean over the aisle way patting the Irishman on the
shoulder and hugging him as he works his way down to the ring. He
climbs the ropes and turns towards the arena full off cheering fans
it's become apparent there aren't that many men more popular in our
industry.]
# You've gone sketchin' too many times #
# Why don't ya give it a rest #
# Why #
# Must you find #
# Another reason to cry #
[The man who ripped the hearts out of thousands ... Wrestling's
latest Benedict Arnold, green skinned William Craven grins an evil
smile as his pointy teeth look ready to eat the face off his opponent.
Wooden sword in hand Craven may be the biggest threat in the arena on
any given night.
Wrestling's wild man and the man who lives "survival of the fittest"
Xavier Feyr lifts an already battered opponent to the top ropes ...
The dazed opponent doesn't stand a chance as Feyr finishes his night
off with a trip to the ER with a falling brutal implant DDT known as
"The Purge".
All eyes are on the Widowmaker destroyer, Marcus Manson. Inside a
battle royal the monster turns and flattens one poor sap with a heart
punch. Then as easily as the first and caves in the chest of the
nearest guy with another crushing heart punch.]
# While you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain #
# It don't matter how we make it #
# 'Cause it always ends the same #
# You can push it for more mileage #
# But your flaps r' wearin' thin #
# And I could sleep on it 'til mornin' #
# But this nightmare never ends #
# Don't forget to call my lawyers #
# With ridiculous demands #
# An you can take the pity so far #
# But it's more than I can stand #
# 'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older #
# Tell me how long has it been #
# 'Cause 5 years is forever #
# An you haven't grown up yet #
[Enigmanatic Mike Cox is seen lifting up his opponent. A look of
perhaps a lost soul sits across his face. Double underhook and
leaping backwards he drives his opponent down with "Whatchamacalit"
He's been called many things ... The devil, fear itself, the anti
Christ ... However we know him best as The Spectre. Blood on his
hands and across his face ... Perhaps flesh still on his teeth. The
look in Spectre's eyes are possibly the most disturbing thing about
him. All the chaos ... All the horror ... In those eyes it's just
pleasure. And finally his opponent's prayers have been answered.
Spectre hoists him up with his Fisherman's buster piledriver and falls
with an ring echoing thud hitting the move feared across the PVW known
as "The Rebirth"
Tom Landis the man who has stood up against Gibson Hayes and now Perry
Fontana. I mean who really deserves that?!?!? He lifts his opponent
up with a vertical suplex lift into a sitdown powerbomb ... Known as
Chicago Thunderbomb II.
PVW's fastest rising star ... Perry Fontana stands proudly with the
Network Championship tightly around his waist. The man who has
brought destruction down on arm's everywhere points towards his
championship gold as if he was saying "no body" was going to take it.]
# You could be mine #
# But you're way out of line #
# With your bitch slap rappin' #
# And your cocaine tongue #
# You get nuthin' done #
# I said you could be mine #
# You should be #
# You could be mine #
[The lovable and growing in popularity Masked Maniac trots out from
the back like only Masked Maniac could. With the giant S S N letters
across his mask you just know there is the biggest cheesiest grin one
could have from ear-to-ear underneath the mask.
America's own Gibson Hayes stands with his entourage around him. The
man who has made the American Championship unobtainable stands with
his circle between any man who seeks to take the golden championship
away. Fans toss trash and boo the most hated man in sports today.
Mr. Hollywood and whom some view as the savior of the Hayes curse ...
Johnny Detson leaps into the flashy yet super effective "Johnny Kick"
out of nowhere his boot drills the poor sap right across the jaw. He
never saw it coming!]
# Yeah! #
[The final clip sits in on the prize of the night. What sixteen PVW
superstars are all gunning for. To hoist what few men have been able
too. Enriched with Tradition it focused in on the Blood Bowl Cup.]
~~FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
[... Finally we cut to the great white north. The mecca of our
friends to the north - Toronto, Canada. Fireworks has the packed-to-
the-rafters Toronto fans on their feet at the Air Canada Centre! It
doesn't matter if it's man, woman, or child they throwing their arms
up in extreme anticipation. Shouting, but still faint the voice of
Chip Lester can be heard.]
CL: Welcome everybody as we are _live_ for the first time ever in
Toronto, Canada!
[The camera continues to circle around the set display and to the
entrance way. Across the giant PVW-Tron displays the Tradition IV
logo with the blood dripping Blood Bowl effects underneath it. Just
below it is the decorative entrance ramp designed. PVW sits embossed
out in maple leaf red and white designed colors.]
CL: Welcome to Tradition IV!
[Chip Lester's voice echo's through as the camera has now focused in
on the Toronto fans shoving themselves in front of the camera letting
loose a wild display of hungry wrestling fans. PVW merchandise fill
the arena with popular T-shirt's like; "KISS ME I'm IRISH", LADIES
LOVE COX!", "ROYAL FLUSH", "MERC FOR HIRE" T-shirt's. Also new on the
merchandise stand that seem to be a popular hit are the F-U Gibson
foam fingers.]
CL: Good evening folks! I'm Chip Lester, and as always my partner in
crime is the one and only "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle. A few years ago we
started with a little old event called Blood Bowl ... And we are BACK
for the first time ever in Toronto, Canada at Tradition IV!
FH: And looking around at these hungry Toronto fans it looks like it's
been a very long time since they have seen any good wrestling live at
all. Look at them Chip!
CL: PVW has been traveling all around the United States and have made
a few stops now in Europe. It's about time we finally packed up the
bus and made our way up to a wrestling rich in history Canada and more
importantly Toronto.
FH: It's always nice to invade other companies home turf.
CL: Tonight we have one heck of a show. Last Heatwave the eight
lottery teams were revealed. Tonight those eight teams will compete
and the winning teams will enter the Elimination Chamber later tonight
to become PVW's second blood bowl winner.
FH: Lot's of interesting situations were lined up with the lottery.
Like how will poor Caleb Foley survive?
CL: Along with Blood Bowl we have three other title matches of sort.
Danny Daniels has put on his non PVW sanctioned Supreme title against
Sinister becoming his protege.
FH: I always thought Sinister was just a smart mentor away from being
a great wrestler.
CL: Plus Perry Fontana will defend his Network Championship ... Well
we think.
FH: Fontana is a genius. He realizes he has to wrestle in at least
one other match later tonight so he found that walking masked clown
back stage and sent his arm all mangled away again.
CL: And Gibson Hayes put the PVW American Championship up against
Johnny Detson's career!
FH: Hey we all have to retire some time. Detson doesn't have anything
to be ashamed of. Not even the chair that hit Mark Stone could put an
end to Gibson Hayes!
CL: Before we get under way here. I have just been handed a statement
here to read.
FH: Oh goodie ... Did Johnny Detson just give up and retire already?
CL: This state's that it's on behalf of the PVW referee's.
FH: Oh what do they want now? God they are a demanding bunch!
CL: On the last card one of our in ring officials along with several
members of our arena staff were assaulted in the ring after a match
involving the wrestler Herscher von Donkerhardt. Recently it was
announced that the wrestler Spectre was going to be fined for his
backstage altercation with another wrestler.
FH: Spectre always seems to catch the attention of the men handing out
the fines.
CL: Hold on I am not done yet Fred. It goes on to say ... At the same
time, the officials of PVW were collectively shocked and angered Mr.
Donkerhardt was not disciplined for his actions in any form. Our
officials were beside themselves when they found out not only was he
not punished, but the incident was not even addressed and Mr.
Donkerhardt was to be booked to compete in a match following his
actions. As a result the officials of PVW have collectively agreed to
act on this matter, by refusing to officiate or have any involvement
in any matches involving Mr. Donkerhardt until he meets with some form
of disciplinary action from PVW. We are concerned with the safety and
well being or our officials and will not tolerate any forms of assault
upon them by Mr Donkerhardt or any other wrestler within PVW. This is
a matter that is non negotiable for us and we are more than prepared
for any ramifications legal or otherwise that may result from out
stand. For the health and well being of our officials there is no cost
too great or no burden too unbearable to suffer on their behalf.
Sincerely, Duke Martin head of PVW officiating.
FH: Wow when did old Duke grow a pair of testicles?
CL: Well you have to admire that they are standing together and
uniting, but where does that leave us in our lottery match later
tonight?
FH: I guess Gionet and Donkerhardt have to forfeit!
CL: Add that to the long list of questions that will unfold through
out this legendary night! However we aren't going to have to wait
much longer. Herk Douglas ... The Voice is standing in the middle of
the ring and it's time to get the night under way!
HD: This match is scheduled under one fall ... Introducing first...
from Montreal, Canada... the defending PVW Network Champion...
[The powerful distortionned chords of Widescreen Mode's "Everlasting
Bomb" thrash in the Air Canada Centre's sound system, heralding the
appearance of "the Everlasting" Perry Fontana. However, it's the
wrestler's brother-in-law, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis, that appears atop
the entrance ramp first, generating a round of warm cheers for
Toronto's adopted son.]
FH: Ah! There's nothing better than a gratuitously long entrance to
kick off an extravaganza like this.
CL: Are you serious or you joking? I can't tell.
FH: I'll never tell, Chip.
[Above Landis, the video screen displays a glorious statue of Perry
"Le Phenix" Fontana surrounded by an ever-changing universe,
repeatedly rising and exploding via time warp photography. Below, the
Everlasting One appears next to his brother-in-law, his face hidden by
the hood of his orange and red boxer's robe, eliciting a mixed
reaction of unconvinced jeers and a timid round of dutiful applause.]
FH: What's wrong with these people? They cheer for the American
instead of their fellow Canadian?
CL: He "Amputated" his scheduled opponent, Masked Maniac, mere minutes
ago. For the second time! The fact that a lot of these fans are
actually cheering him says a lot about their love for his father.
FH: Who, Luke Fontana? He was overrated.
CL: He was a exemplary role-model.
FH: He made Jason Keening look like an evil psychopath by comparison.
These dumb Canucks only think he was great because he died young.
CL: Well, it looks like many of these Canadians don't think Perry
Fontana's living up to his father's legacy.
[As Tom Landis circles the ring to great those blessed with the best
seats in the house, Fontana climbs the rings steps and slips between
the cables.]
HD: PERRY... FONTANA!!!
[Fontana walks to the middle of the ring and the four posts explode in
vivid bursts of bright flame.]
_FWOOSH!_
[Only when the temporary blindness subsides can Fontana be revealed,
disrobed, brandishing the PVW Network Title above his black head of
hair as his boxer's robe floats down to the ring. But "Il Eterno" is
not bare chested yet. He wears a Montreal Canadiens hockey jersey,
making sure to point out that "MTL: 24, TOR: 13" is printed in bold
letters on the back. As they slowly realize they're being slapped in
the face, the rumbling chorus of boos issuing from the local crowd
rapidly grows louder and louder.]
FH: What is it this time? Don't Canucks love their dumb hockey?
CL: From what I understand, Fred, what Perry's doing here is akin to
strutting around Fenway Park in a Yankees' uniform, a Barcelona shirt
in Madrid, a Celtics...
FH: I get it, I get it. I still say they're overreacting.
[Grinning sardonically, Fontana removes his hockey jersey and points
up towards the entrance ramp, miming a "bring it on" gesture. Having
walked back to the middle of the ring, announcer Herk Douglas looks
down at the card in his hand.]
FH: I wonder who was chosen to replace Masked Maniac...
CL: It would have been fun to see Masked Maniac get a real shot here,
after years of toiling in obscurity... But a good number of viable
contenders to the Network Title come to mind.
[With dignity and sobriety, Douglas raises the house microphone back
to his lips again.]
HD: And his challenger...
[The crowd expectantly looks up the ramp.]
HD: From Detroit, Michigan...
[The lights dim, then return to the most generic of default settings
as "Particle Man" by They Might be Giants begins to play on the arena
sound system. The fans to their feet and cheer as the name of "Masked
Maniac" appears on the screen above the entrance.]
CL: MASKED MANIAC!!
FH: Hmmm...
CL: Wait... Masked Maniac? But... it has been confirmed that Masked
Maniac has left the arena in an ambulance...
[The song keeps playing, the video is on loop, but not a single soul
walks down the ramp. One by one, the cheering fans gradually turn
silent.]
FH: A wild guess here, Chip, but I think they did not have the time
needed to find a replacement for Masked Maniac on such short notice.
CL: But that would mean that Perry Fontana's vicious plan worked...
FH: Yep. He's still quite young, but Fontana thinks and wrestles like
a worldly veteran.
[In the ring, "Deathless" Perry Fontana humorlessly laughs. Turning to
his brother-in-law at ringside, he taunts Landis, reveling in the fact
that his ambush paid dividends.]
CL: What Fontana did tonight, Fred, is exactly the kind of thing his
own father would never, ever have done.
FH: Which is why he was so predictable and boring.
["Particle Man" finally fades, which only makes the jeers sound even
louder. The referee frowns, shakes his head, and calls for the bell.]
|''||''| ,..........................................................
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|| / | NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP:
|| __|_ MASKED MANIAC v.
.||. ---- PERRY FONTANA [c]
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
[A ringside, Tom Landis turns to the nearby fans, deliberately
ignoring his brother-in-law who, from the ring, mockingly feigns
disappointment that the "Hellraiser" was not chosen as a replacement
challenger. Loudly, the referee begins his count as the fans voice
their discontent.]
...
ONE!
...
CL: Well, I guess I should, in PVW's name, apologize for tonight's
advertised Network title defense. Or rather, for the lack thereof.
FH: This technically counts as a title defense, Chip. No refunds
needed.
...
TWO!
...
CL: It's still wrong. Fred. These Toronto fans paid for a match, and
they're not getting it, just because Perry Fontana wants to weasel his
way out of a match.
FH: But technically, this is a match, Chip. The bell rang, the referee
is working... it's a match.
...
THREE!
...
CL: Well, for a man who claimed he was too good for his Network title,
that it was just a bothersome bauble, he sure is sparing no effort to
ensure he keeps it!
...
FOUR!
...
FH: That's the only logical end result of superior training, skill,
and strategy, Chip. It's how you know Perry Fontana is on the short
track to PVW's top tier.
...
FIVE!
...
[Standing in the ring, Fontana locks eyes with his brother-in-law at
ringside and sneers at him, wordlessly reminding him that, tonight, he
"Amputated" Masked Maniac for him, for la famiglia. Disgusted, Landis
turns to the nearby fans.]
...
SIX!
...
PF: You have to admit the strategy is without fault, Chip. By
eliminating his title contender, Fontana conserves all his energy and
enters the Blood Bowl tournament on an level playing field with his
competition.
...
SEVEN!
...
CL: The fact it works doesn't make it right, Fred.
FH: Yes it does. Landis should be thanking Perry right now. He has a
shot at winning the Blood Bowl thanks to his brother.
CL: It's still not right.
...
EIGHT!
...
[A Masked Man hops over the barrier and sprints right by Tom Landis as
he heads for the ring.]
CL: Hold on a minute!
...
NINE!
...
[The masked man, his left shoulder heavily bandaged, shushes the crowd
and slips into the ring to rise behind Fontana. Recognizing him, the
fan's cheers become increasingly louder and louder.]
CL: IT'S MASKED MANIAC!!
...
[Not hearing the expected "TEN!" Fontana inquiringly turns towards the
referee, but instead turns to look his opponent in the eyes.]
FH: What??
CL: Fontana looks like he's just seen a ghost!
FH: What is this??
[Masked Maniac kicks "Il Eterno" in the gut, then grabs his head and
neck in a front chancery before throwing himself backwards on the
canvas, the crowd erupting as he spikes Fontana's head into the hard
surface at a perfect ninety degree angle!]
CL: MANIAC SPIKE! MANIAC SPIKE! And he's hooking the legs, now...
.
ONE!
.
[Maniac applies as much pressure to pin as he can.]
.
TWO!
.
[And, just for that extra leverage, how about a handful of pulled
tights?]
.
THREE???
.
[But Fontana kicks out!!]
FH: He kicked out!
CL: He kicked out too late, Fred, the referee's signaling a three and
calling for the bell!
FH: NO! No, he kicked out!
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
[Masked Maniac rolls out of the ring as quickly as he entered it,
forcing the referee to sprint after him in order to raise his hand!]
HD: Your winner, and NEEEEEEWWWWWW PVW Network Champion...
[But Maniac isn't sticking around longer than he needs to. He collects
his new PVW Network Title from the time keeper and gleefully hops up
the ramp, celebrating with the elated fans along the aisle!]
HD: MASKED... MAAAAANNNNIAC!!
[While a contingent of staunchly pro-Canadian fans do boo at this turn
of events, the majority has sided with Masked Maniac and surprising
upset. The veteran fist pumps, a long career of toiling in obscurity
and failure finally rewarded with glory. The fans jubilate when, atop
the ramp, before ducking behind the entrance curtains, Maniac raises
the belt high overhead.]
FH: How is this even possible?!? Is this another Masked Mania or
something??
CL: Masked Maniac did it! I don't exactly know how he did it, but he
did it!
FH: This isn't even possible, Chip! It's a travesty! A TRAVESTY!
[In the ring, on his knees, Fontana's eyes are still wide with shocked
astonishment. When rage settles in, his face turns a bright shade of
crimson as he pulls at his hair.]
CL: Look at Fontana! He's about to rip the muttonchops off his face!
FH: You said Maniac was taken in an ambulance! Did you lie to me,
Chip? Did you lie to the people?
CL: No! That's what I was told. Masked Maniac was taken to the
hospital with a dislocated shoulder!
[The Everlasting One still rages in the ring, but when he sees that
his brother-in-law is about to leave the ringside area, he pops to his
feet and accusingly screams at Landis in a blend of French and
Italian.]
CL: What? Is he blaming Tom Landis, now?
FH: Of course he is! Tom Landis didn't stop Masked Maniac when he was
storming the ring from behind.
CL: I didn't know he was supposed to stop Maniac.
FH: He didn't even shout a heads up at Perry or nothing! He could have
prevented this!
CL: I suppose, but Landis isn't the interfering type.
[Fontana rolls of the ring and chases after Landis. He grabs the
Chicago native by the shoulder, turns him around, winds back as he
sizes up Tom's head for a haymaker, and...]
CL: Watch out, Tom!
[... Perry reluctantly bites his lip, screams in rage, painting
Landis' face with a fresh coat of spittle, then kicks the nearby
barricade.]
CL: Huh? Why didn't Fontana throw that punch? You could tell he wants
nothing more than to do just that, Fred.
FH: That's right, Chip. But Fontana's a married man. Landis knows how
it goes.
CL: What are you talking about?
FH: Oh, you haven't had the talk?
CL: What talk?
[Landis sympathetically shrugs his shoulders at his Canadian brother
in a "life sucks, sometimes, buddy" kind of way and takes his leave as
Fontana vents some of his excess wrath and fury by kicking barricades
and nearby chair, wreaking as much havoc as he can.]
FH: Oh boy. I really thought you'd know this by now, Chip, but... when
papa bee loves mama bee, well... they make romantic love, you see?
Papa bee puts his stinger inside mama bee and, well... eventually he
gets tricked into marrying her.
CL: Awww, good God, Fred! I know how that works!
FH: So you know that once they're married, mama bee starts finding all
sorts of contrived excuses to stop touching papa bee's stinger?
CL: What does that have to do with anything, Fred?
FH: Clearly, you haven't had the talk, otherwise you'd know how much
papa bee likes to put his stinger inside mama bee.
CL: I'm not listening to this!
FH: But if papa bee starts hitting mama bee's brother, then there's no
more romantic lovin' for anyone, Chip. That kind of stuff gives mama
bee a lot of migraines.
CL: [Groans]
FH: So if papa bee wants to make sure mama bee will put a harness in
his mouth, a saddle on his back and ride him around the bedroom like a
bad little horsey...
CL: AAAWWW!!
FH: Now, I know sexuality sounds a little bit disgusting the first
time you hear about it, but it's perfectly natural.
CL: Really? That's natural to you?
FH: It's all natural, Chip. Even the freaky stuff some papa bees are
into...
CL: I don't want to know what's freaky to you, Fred! I really,
_really_ don't! Masked Maniac is your new PVW Network Champion, folks,
and it is he who will wrestle the American Champion in Montreal,
whether that's Detson or Hayes.
FH: This was not the way I wanted to start the night off.
CL: Were going to try and figure on what just happened. And how the
heck Masked Maniac was taken to the hospital at the same time came out
here and just won the PVW Network Championship. In the mean time we
are going to the locker room where Dean Hayes is standing by with
Herscher von Donkerhardt.
FH: Maybe he will apologize for his heinous acts on Todd and Gibson!
[Dean Hayes is standing in front of a standard PVW backdrop, standing
next to him is Herscher von Donkerhardt, already in his wrestling gear
with a white towel hanging from his shoulder.]
"Swinging" Dean Hayes: I'm here with The Netherlands Submission
Machine, Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher tonight you find yourself
in the center of some controversy. Due to your post match actions
following your match with Gibson Hayes, the officials of PVW have
collectively refused to step in the ring both out of protest for your
not being suspended and for thier own safety. Mr. Donkerhardt I
realize you came out on the wrong side of a very intense match, and it
is understandable that emotions would be running high. However, even
you must understand that its unacceptable for you or any other
wrestler in PVW to put your hands on the referees. Do you have
anything to say on the matter?
Herscher von Donkerhardt (Bows his head not making eye contact with
Dean or the camera): Mr. Hayes, at this time I must agree with you. I
agree that it was wrong for me to attack the referees. They were not
the ones at fault for the loss, they had no part in the travesty
committed by Gibson Hayes and his ...(sighs) manager. They were there
to do their job and nothing more. I was very angry after the match and
I was looking to take that anger out on someone, and unfortunately the
referees and security people were in the wrong place at the wrong
time.
[Herscher clears his throat and looks up at the camera. Herscher is
sporting a looking of humility as opposed to his trademark smirk of
over confidence.]
HvD: At this time, I would like offer my most sincere apologies to the
security staff and the officials in particular the very referee I
assaulted. I would also like to apologize to the management and
ownership of PVW for actions unbecoming someone in their employment.
Most of all I would like to apologize to the fans, who saw and
witnessed the angry spectacle that I orchestrated in the ring.
Everyone has the right to be angry and suspicious of me for what I
have done. All I can do is pledge to everyone right here and now, that
I will keep my temper in check. I promise that I will not allow my
emotions to get the better of me no matter what happens in the ring. I
make this promise to you today that I will no unprovoked attacks on
any non-wrestler in a PVW ring. I promise to confine my aggression to
my in ring opponents and just them. I will accept any punishment or
discipline from the PVW for my actions, and I understand that the
failure to obey the rules of this company will lead to actions that
will affect my future in PVW and pro wrestling as a whole. That is all
I have to say.
[Herscher exits out of the shot.]
Dean Hayes: An uncharacteristically humble and repentant Herscher von
Donkerhardt. We've heard words of repentance and sincerity here
tonight. The question is will the actions of von Donkerhardt match up
with them? Back to you guys.
CL: Wow that was unexpected, but it takes a big man to admit when he
is wrong. I can only hope Duke Martin and the rest of the PVW
referee's were watching in the back.
FH: Who cares about that for now ... What did you find out? Are they
giving Perry his title back?
CL: I have verified that Masked Maniac was taken to the local ER.
FH: So who is the PVW Network Champion?
CL: Masked Maniac.
FH: Who was taken to the ER?
CL: Masked Maniac.
FH: What?!? Then _WHO_ is the champion?
CL: Masked Maniac.
FH: AAHHH ... We are only one match in and I already want to strangle
you Chip!
[Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva begins playing over the arena
speakers. The camera pans the crowd and comes to rest on the stage
where a podium with the WMI logo on it is set up.]
CL: Well, whatever this is, it's not scheduled as far as I know.
FH: Tsk, tsk. You're outta the loop, Chip.
CL: Oh, and I suppose you know what's going on Fred?
FH: Why, WMI is making an announcement, of course!
[Emerging from the curtain to the back is a well built man with spiked
blonde hair. He wears a black suit with a red tie. A PVW ID Badge is
clipped to his Lapel, with a headshot on it and along the bottom in
bold red capital lettering it says MANAGER. This is Johnathan Regnigh,
Marcus Manson's former tag team partner and Senior Talent Manager for
Widowmakers INC. He steps up to the podium as "Ladies and Gentlemen"
dies down and pats the air with his hands to indicate that the
audience should be silent. This, of course, results in a round of
heavy boos, except for the customary contingent of fans who love to
cheer the "bad guys."]
Regnigh: Please, please... I know you're all excited to see me grace
the PVW stage again but I have a very important job tonight as a
representative of Widowmakers Inc.
[More boos. As if that's a surprise.]
FH: I wish these Canadian nit-wits could show some restraint.
Regnigh: Now, it has come to our attention that certain media outlets
-- some of you may know them as "Internet Dirt Sheets" -- have been
claiming that there is disension in the ranks of WMI.
[Regnigh pauses, there's a mix of cheers and boos here, some people
cheering at the thought of WMI imploding and some booing just because
WMI was mentioned again.]
Regnigh: I am here tonight to officially squash these rumors. There is
absolutely no fissure forming in Widowmakers Inc. WMI is proud to add
its latest member to the ranks, and everyone involved is on the same
page. Tonight, WMI will dominate the Blood Bowl, we will dominate
tonight just like we dominated War Games, and at the end of the night
Widowmakers Inc will stand tall, united. We stand head and shoulders
above everyone else in Phoenix Valley Wrestling, and tonight we prove
it, one more time. Thank you!
[To a rousing chorus of even more boos, Regnigh turns on his heel and
heads backstage once more. Clapping can be heard very clearly over the
announcers headsets, and it is soon apparent that it is Fred Hoyle.]
FH: Bravo! Absolutely wonderful! It's great to see WMI working as such
a cohesive unit! Nothing can stop them now!
CL: The word impartial is nowhere in your vocabulary is it?
FH: What?
CL: I am not sure if that really answered the questions that loom, but
tonight seems to be full of them! It's almost time for our first
lottery match. For those of you who don't remember the first blood
bowl. We will have four tag team matches where the teams were
selected in a random fashion. Each winning team will then enter the
Blood Bowl match itself.
FH: That's where it gets really fun.
CL: This year those eight superstars will compete in a caged
elimination chamber match. One man will survive and hoist the 2010
Blood Bowl Cup.
FH: And past history tells us will go on to receive plenty of
opportunities to take full advantage of becoming the Blood Bowl
winner. Let's just hope somebody like Caleb Foley doesn't win.
[The Voice has entered the ring and that means it's time to get the
action rolling.]
CL: Next on the schedule is another Blood Bowl Qualifier, Fred! We've
got the pairing of "Flyking" Will Geddingsand "Too Cool" Chris Hopper
squaring off against the always dangerous Mercenary and his partner
newcomer and fan favorite Dag Jenssen. It should be interesting to
see how each of these teams will co-exist. Hopper is well known for
having his own agenda, Geddings in in the middle of his farewell tour,
Jenssen is a noted white hat, and The Mercenary is one of the most
notorious hardcore rulebreakers in the industry.
FH: Sounds like this match has all the makings of a zany sitcom, Chip.
You've got the Odd Couple in Jenssen and Merc up against Jake the the
Fatman with Geddings and Hopper!
CL: Starting that already, huh?
FH: Starting what?
CL: Thankfully, we're about to start...
[The crowd awaits the next superstar...]
#Here it is again#
#Yet it stings like the first time#
#Seasons never end#
#Double nickels on your dime#
#I thought we were friends#
#I guess it just depends who you ask#
#These feelings tend to leave me with a hole in my chest#
[Pyros go off on either side of the ramp as "Calling All Skeletons" by
Alkaline Trio hits it's full instrumental part. Will Geddings emerges
from the backstage area to a huge face pop. Geddings has on his normal
black pants with "Eagle" down one leg and "Claw" down the other. Taped
ribs Geddings hops from side to side in the aisleway, slapping hands
with several willing fans.]
[Geddings makes it to the ring and runs over to the turnbuckle,
running up it and standing on the top rope. Once there, he motions to
the crowd to increase their already deafening support. Satisfied with
the decibel level, Geddings slowly walks across the top rope and turns
to face the audience, moonsaulting back into the middle of the ring.
Upon his landing...]
#POP# #POP# #POP# #POP# #POP#
[The pyros shoot out of the turnbuckles, leaving a haze of smoke.
Geddings claps his hands and runs over to a corner and sits on top,
waiting.]
CL: And a big welcome for Will Geddings...the Flyking looks to be
fired up for this match, Fred.
FH: He's just happy he's not in the back with Hopper any more. A guy
Geddings' size could be sucked into Hopper's navel like it was a black
hole. You know what Chip? I'm ready for Hopper's stupid long
entrance. I have me a vomit bucket right here (shows bucket with
Hopper's face X'd out). A-yup, all ready.
CL: Will you stop already!
FH: Nope 'cause next up we've got...
SINGING VOICES: #Whooooooooaaaa-hooooooooo-ohhhhhhh!!!#
[The beginning notes ring out as the lights being to strobe around the
entrance area.]
FH: Oh God, where did I leave that vomit bucket. While I heave you
should get comfy because this could take a while.
SINGING VOICES: #Whooooooooaaaa-hooooooooo-ohhhhhhh.....HEYY!!!!#
#Here comes the.....#
#Here comes the.....#
#Here comes the.....#
Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)
[The moment the word Boom is yelled on the song, a massive pyrotechnic
blast erupts all around the entrance area as Nelly's "Here Comes the
Boom!" is blasting on the PA system.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
[Massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and even the
upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit.]
FH: Only Chris Hopper would hire Stuttering John to do his entrance
lyrics.
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
[Another massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and
even the upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit.]
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Another massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and
even the upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit. This one is even
louder and makes both wrestlers jump a little at the heat and amount
of noise from the blast.]
#Ya'll don't really want it now.......
[The lights go out totally and the songs seems to pause and fade out
with the word now.....everyone knows the word Boom is next and will
have a massive display....but all they can do is wait.]
[Through the silence....]
[Wait for it!]
[Suddenly...........]
____ ___ ___ __ __ __
| \ / \ / \ | \ / | | |
| \ / \ / \ | \ / | | |
| |\ \ / /\ \ / /\ \ | \ / | | |
| |/ / | / \ | | / \ | | \/ | | |
| / | | | | | | | | | | | |
| \ | | | | | | | | | |\ /| | | |
| |\ \ | \ / | | \ / | | | \ / | | |__|
| |/ / \ \/ / \ \/ / | | \/ | | __
| / \ / \ / | | | | | |
|____/ \___/ \___/ |__| |__| |__|
FH: *vomit noises*
[By far the loudest, largest and most earth-shattering explosion of
pyrotechnics in wrestling history. It is so bright the arena fills
with smoke and haze as the fans begin booing with hate for the most
polarizing wrestler in the history of the sport! The big screen lights
up with a blue background, and a white outline of a man posing with
his arms flexed over his head and spread out in victory. The song
continues with a massive pyro display on every use of the word
"Boom".]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[The white man outline disappears and is replaced by the simple phrase
in all yellow on the blue background..."TOO COOL"
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
FH: You know, after I took a heave I read War & Peace, twice! Chris
Hopper's entrance is stupid and he deserves to be taken out back and
shot.
CL: Really, Fred, tell everyone what you really think.
FH: I think Chris Hopper is a eunuch and my close, personal friend,
Todd Johnstone handed me a note saying: "MAKE WAY FOR THE KING OF
STOOL", I like it.
******KAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!******
[The screen shows the following words switching back and forth between
blue background and yellow letters and yellow background with blue
letters...
C H R I S
H O P P E R
[The second verse of "Here Comes the Boom" begins to play as Hopper
walks out from behind the curtain. Chris is wearing his trademark blue
tights that now have yellow crosses on the legs. He is wearing the
newest Chris Hopper T-shirt that allows his muscles to strain and look
massive on his 6'8" frame. Chris's hair is long and slicked back as he
grins with excitement for the moment. Chris shakes a little in
anticipation and starts walking down the aisle. Hopper turns slight
circles as he slowly saunters down the aisle playing to the crowd,
which are eating him up with jeers.]
#He really think he gutter, when he know he soft as butter#
#He ain't never been a fighter, you can go and ask his mother#
#I'm a lover and a fighter, producer and a writer#
#Give your girl a quick fix, and give ya man a nice shiner#
[Hopper switches sides of the aisle and taunts the fans all the way
down, even stopping to smack a beer out of one fan's hand.]
FH: He'll be back during the match to lick up that puddle later, st
watch.
CL: I'd be quiet, he can probably hear you.
FH: Hippos have small ears.
#(Ya'll don't really want it) And I can tell just by lookin at ya#
#That you the type to run and go and tell just by lookin at ya#
#You want a mission for recognition by dissin#
#Then have no problem till the record started rippin#
[Hopper reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring,
continuing to sneer at fans and stare toward his opponents.]
#(Ya'll don't really want it) So let me tell ya the deal#
#I'm oh so serious,I'm dirty,I'm no longer for real#
#Like a hop, skip and a jump, a glock grip on the pump#
#From leavin you in ya trunk, somewhere preparin to dump#
#(Ya'll don't really want it) So quit actin like you deaf#
#I'm lookin to my right, tryin to see who's left#
[Chris slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in
a circle with his arms out wide to celebrate his arrival with his
fans. Then he stops in the middle of the ring, raising his arms over
his head and flexes in victory as the pyro explodes behind him on the
word "Boom."]
FH: Is Hopper pregnant? Oh, wait, that's just his extra 55 stomach
rolls.
#So uh, you better watch it fore I stick to the plan#
#And be the next Artest to run up in your stands like (BOOM!)#
[Chris's smiles broadly as he drops the pose and goes to the corner to
work the crowd from the second turnbuckle.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Hopper drops down from the corner and takes his shirt off, tossing it
into the crowd as he mouths something to Hoyle. Hopper then walks to
the adjacent corner, climbing up and nodding his head before raising
his arms to get the crowd pissed off yet again.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
FH: I know why Hanging with Mr. Hooper has such a long entrance: he's
too stupid to find the ring!
[Chris drops down from the corner and starts trash taling towards the
crowd. Hopper walks to the next corner, climbing up and nodding his
head before raising his arms to get the crowd begins flipping him off
yet again. He pauses on his way to the next corner to flip a smirk at
Will Geddings.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Chris drops down from the corner and climbs the fourth and final
turnbuckle to work the crowd as the fans continue to spew 14 years of
pent-up hate for the veteran performer. Again, he smirks at Hoyle as
he walks to the next corner.]
FH: No, I won't got to the all you can eat Sizzler buffet with you!
Stop asking!
CL: You have a death wish.
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[The music ends as Hopper drops back to the canvas and turns to walk
toward the center of the ring and motions for this match to get
started.]
FH: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
CL: FRED! Wake up!
FH: Huh? Whu? Am I dead?
CL: No, Chris Hopper's in the ring...
FH: I wish I were dead!
CL ...and he's pointing at you...
FH: Oh no! He wants to eat me! Quick, shove the vomit bucket in his
face, that'll slow him down as he chows down!
CL: Ew! Hopper seems irritated.
FH: Well, when you have that much flesh it rubs together? That's bound
to cause some irritaiton.
CL: You're not gonna be happy till he comes out here and hits you, are
you?
FH: He'll never fit through the ring ropes without getting greased up.
...now that I've got THAT mental image seared into my brain, I'm
gonna need to start drinking heavily... where did my vomit bucket go
again? Did Hopper eat it?
CL: Luckily for you, their opponents are about to arrive...
[The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA system. They
get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get quieter,
as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to nothing,
machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a whistling
sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena, one right
after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the entranceway,
blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its maximum
density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting out
through the sound system.
A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focussed totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets intothe ring.]
FH: Did I ever tell you about the time Chris Hopper ate the Lindburgh
baby?
CL: Here's a man that means business! No one messes with the Merc!
FH: It's all business to the Mercenary, Chip. He doesn't so much as
get out of bed unless somebody's picking up the tab.
CL: Makes you wonder what he's been up to with those contracts.
FH: Nope. Wondering about Mercenary's business isn't healthy. Better
just to assume he's helping little old ladies across the street and
leave it at that.
CL: I'm a bit skeptical of that, Fred.
[Almost unnoticed by the crowd, Dag Jenssen walks down the aisle
through the haze left behind by the more bombastic ring entrances.
The crowd cheers in appreciation of the newcomer as he nods briefly
to them on his way to the ring.]
FH: I don't get it, where's the other shoe?
CL: Other shoe?
FH: Yeah, there was no explosion, no lasers, no bevvy of babes
wiggling in time to music. Where's all that stuff? This kid can't
expect to be a wrestler if he doesn't bring the spectacal up a notch;
just won't do.
CL: You're mental.
|''||''| ,..........................................................
|| /|
|| / | BLOOD BOWL QUALIFIER:
|| __|_ HOPPER & GEDDINGS v.
.||. ---- JENSSEN & MERCENARY
|
'-'.........................................................
*DING DING*
[As the bell rings, Merc smiles and shoo's Dag off towards their
corner. Hopper and Geddings both talk briefly, as Hopper gestures for
Geddings to start. Geddings eyes up Hopper carefully, then nods,
favoring his ribs as Hopper steps out. Merc takes one look at
Geddigns and laughs, shaking his head and pointing to Hopper. Geddings
frowns, shaking his head and then moves towards Merc, who steps
through the ropes and points from Geddings to Hopper...]
CL: I think Merc is refusing to start against Geddings, he wants
Hopper!
FH: Someone was bound to, statistically speaking.
[Geddings once again moves towards Merc, who does more of the same,
refusing to lock up with Geddings and demanding Hopper. Finally,
Geddings relents, striding over and tagging in Hopper as he shakes his
head. Smirking, Hopper enters the ring and moves towards the
Mercenary, who shakes his head, re-enters the ring, places his
thumb on his left nostril... and blows snot at Hopper!]
CL: I... that's just...
FH: THAT WAS AWESOME! Merc snotted at Hopper! Oh, please tell me we
have that on the slow motion cameras! Wait, Hopper didn't eat it, did
he? That sicko!
CL: I feel ill...
[Hopper becomes enraged, wiping the snot off of his chest and charging
the smaller, but tough-as-nails Mercenary...but Merc is waiting as he
ducks under a haymaker and fires of a series of quick jabs to Hopper's
jaw, followed by a 3 stooges style eye gouge that sends the bigger man
stumbling blidly away.]
FH: HA! SMIRK NOW YOU BLOATED CLOWN!
CL: Don't hold back now, Fred.
FH: I'll try to be more open because the world deserves to hear my
thoughts... don't give me that look! You know it's true but your
bitter little yellow jealously monster gets the better of you. You're
young Chip, and stupid. But mainly young... and stupid.
CL: *sigh* I could use a drink.
[Back in the ring, The Mercenary's normal level of violence has been
raised a bit as he goes down low and dropkicks the side of Hopper's
right knee, sending the big man to the mat. Merc is quicly up as
Hopper sits up and Merc is right there, catching him with a forward
roll neck snap that sends Hopper bouncing back down to the mat holding
his neck in pain.
Merc moves smoothly over and tags in his partner Dan Jenssen and the
youngster enters the ring like a house of fire as Hopper struggles
to his feet. Janssen comes in a bit too hot and catches and elbow to
the jaw for his trouble, which Hopper follows up with an eye rake that
returns the blinding favor that Merc gave him a moment ago.]
CL: It looks like the official's gonna let things stay loose in this
match. That's 2 blatant eyepokes he's ignored.
FH: It's a fight in there and you do what needs to be done, Lester.
Besides, would you get in front of Merc to tell him no? That's like
trying to stop Hopper at an all you can eat buffet! A child once cut
in front of him and he ate the kid, his grand parents and half of
Gary, Indiana!
CL: You seriously need to stop. I don't care how much you hate the
man, hes' going to hurt you, Fred.
FH: Watching him hurts me! Why is it about Senor Bloat and his 87
moons? The damage to my psyche has already been done. Every time he
bends over in the ring I need to bleach my brain. Did you know I
stopped eating for weeks after I saw Hopper in the ring for the first
time? I was afraid I was going to balloon to the size of Des Moines.
Hell, I think Des Moines is only .000343 of a Hopper!
[Hopper moves slowly, still blinking away the damage to his eyes from
Merc's fingers and he rocks Janssen with a big right hand that sends
the youngster bouncing off the ropes, allowing Hopper to catch him
with a rip rattling powerslam.]
FH: OH GOD, HE'S BEEN KILLED! SOMEONE CALL THE TRAUMA UNIT, DAN
JENSSEN IS DEAD! HOPPER LANDED ON HIM! OH THE HUMANITY! IT'S LIKE THE
HINDENBURG BEING SWALLOWED BY THE TITANIC BEING SWALLOWED BY THE MOON!
CL: It was a good powerslam Fred, but that's a bit excessive...
FH: Hopper LANDED on him! His very atoms have been crused! He could
very well have been turned into a new element with that much weight
and pressure! Hell, he could be stuck in one of Hippo-Hopper's
cavernous folds, waiting to be rescued but knowing, in the end,
they'll never find him in that maze of belly flesh. Woe is Jenssen!
CL: I think you're overreacting...
FH: I... I think I'm crying over this sad tale of human vs. giant ball
of lard. OH THE HUMANITY!
[Hopper comes up and strides angrily towards the ropes, pointing at
Hoyle and telling him to knock it off!]
CL: I TOLD you he could hear you!
FH: Careful; no sudden movements because that enrages a hippo. I knew
I should have painted a diagonal stripe on your jacket...
CL: WHAT?!?!?!?
FH: That discourages the hippo from charging. I also remember that
hippos are distracted by their favorite food: white marbles. Quick,
someone glue some marbles to Chip's jacket!
CL: STOP IT!
[Hopper agrily kicks the bottom rope as Hoyle continues, threatening
the announcer as Janssen comes to his feet and grabs Hopper for a
schoolboy rollup!]
1!!!!!
2!!!!!!
CL: NO! SO close! Janssen almost stole one from Hopper with that
schoolboy rollup, Fred!
FH: He exhibited superhuman strength in toppling that mountain of man-
flesh and extra super navigation skills in finding his way out of the
Hopper Belly Maze of Doom.
[Janssen is up on his feet a split second before Hopper, who angrily
charges the PVW newcomer, only to run straight into a classic judo
throw. Hopper is right back up on his feet and charges once again as
Janssen ducks Hopper's attempted lariat. Hopper puts on the brakes
and catches a European uppercut to the jaw for his efforts, leaving
him to stumble back into his corner where Geddings slaps him on the
shoulder.]
CL: Geddings tagged himself in and his partner does NOT look happy!
FH: Geddings's ribs are taped up to the point that he looks sorta like
that little kid from Christmas Story! He has no business being in a
ring. He's gonna get hurt badly, Lester. I'm telling you this now. We
should bet against one another. I'll hold the money, don't worry, you
can trust me.
CL: Hopper's giving him hell as Geddings moves into the ring and
promptly exchanges punches with the youngster. Geddings is a house of
fire as he backs Janssen up on the ropes and sends him for a ride,
hitting a spinwheel kick on the way back, flooring Janssen!
[Unfortunately, it also lands Geddings flat on his back, pressuring
his injured ribs and leaving him gasping for air.]
CL: I don't know that Geddings is in any sort of shape to compete,
Fred.
FH: I don't know that he's gonna live to see his retirement tour
through. I wonder if Hopper is going to eat the turnbuckle, it's been
.003 seconds since he last ate.
[Geddings struggles to his feet, but Janssen recovers first, even
bearing the brunt of that exchange. Taking the veteran, Janssen
scoops him up for a bodyslam, then immediately follows up with
bodyscissors that leave Geddings screaming.]
CL: The official is right there, asking if Geddings wants to give up.
It's obvious that he's in a lot of pain, but Geddings refuses...
and there's Hopper with a stomp to Janssen's head for the save.
FH: Good lord, Hopper smells like a beach at low tide. Someone needs
to scrape the barnacles off his enormous butt.
[Janssen releases the the hold but goes straight to delivering knees
to Geddings's sides. Geds is definitely in pain and Janssen picking up
Geddings, setting up for a body slam... no, wait, stomachbreaker!
Geddings lets loose another anguished cry.]
CL: Will not looking to be in game shape.
FH: At least he has a shape. Hopper's "shape" is amorphous blob.
CL: Stop it Fred!
FH: I can't... I have a problem! A 8700 ton problem that eats entire
continents without remorse!
[Janssen picks up Geddings again and tosses him into the ropes, a
little too close to his partner as Hopper tags himself in. Janssen
with a shoulderblock into Geds's stomach but that upper hand is short
lived as Hopper delivers a double axe-handle followed by a spinning
side slam!]
FH: OH GOD! EARTHQUAKE!!!
[The sound of a headset being taken off followed by the sight of Fred
Hoyle cowering under the desk shows just how much Fred hates Hopper.]
CL: Get out from under there.
FH: *low audio* is it safe? what sort of world is it after the fat-
pocalypse? are sheep the new women? i can't live in a world where
david grief's idea of love is the accepted norm!
[As Fred puts his headset back on, Hopper has managed to toss Dag into
the corner and does a splash. The sound of the ring rumbling gets Fred
to duck under the desk yet again. Hopper pulls Dag out and delivers a
giant hip toss followed by a running kick to the head. Dag is wounded
but manages to get on his feet. Hopper moves in but is surprised by a
Judo style trip by Janssen. Janssen grabs Hopper's legs and flips
forward, onto the chest of Chris and is in a pinning position.]
1...
2...
CL: Hopper kicks out!
FH: Aftershocks! I have a vomit bucket, can I barter that for food?
Did Hopper eat everything? I think I am going to cry. This is like
some sort of terrible tragedy or Australia after the Griefs were born!
CL: Fred, get help.
[Dag whips Hopper into the corner and rushes in with a running jumping
knee to Hopper in the corner. Dag follows up with a lightning quick
snapmare to get Hopper on his behind then finishes off the sequence
with a dropkick to the back of the head.]
CL: A beautiful sequence by the rookie there.
FH: I bet that Dag is a replicant! THE WORLD MAKES NO MORE SENSE!
CL: Someone get Fred his medication.
[Dag goes to his own corner to get a running start at Hopper when the
Merc tags himself in. Dag does a sharp low dropkick (but unlike Eric
Watts this is intentional) to Hopper's now crouched form. The Merc
picks up Hopper, ignoring his partner, and delievers a fallaway slam.
The Merc then goes over to Dag, who is about to leave the ring, and
tags dag back in. The Merc stares at Hopper and does the neckslash
motion while Hopper, still a bit dazed, manages to make a bring it
gesture before Dag kicks him in the face. Hopper shakes it off and
just LEVELS Dag with a clubbing forearm]
FH: Our planet can't take this much punishment! The wind from Hopper's
arm flab just took out a trailer park!
CL: Quiet, you.
[Dag is wobbly and Hopper kicks him in the gut for good measure. DDT
from "The King of...
FH: TOOLS!~
[...Cool" lays out Dag, with the obligatory leg twitch. Hopper is
going to the top ropes in his corner when Geddings tags himself in.
Hopper looks quite upset and yells at Gedds while the referee escorts
Geddings out. Geddings picks up Dag and tosses him to the ropes,
catching Janssen in a Lou Thesz press. Geddings reigns down fists but
Dag manages to get his legs in position to take the FlyKing into a
pinning position. Geddings is still favoring those ribs but he kicks
out before a count and scrambles up to his feet. A superkick attempt
by Geddings is dodged by Dag and Janssen tries delivers a rolling Judo
throw to Geddings...]
CL: ...GEDS with a counter-trip.
FH: How does that work? I wan... HOPPER! Don't eat that baby! You are
no Fury!
CL: Geddings managing somehow to stop Dag and giving the Euro a snap
suplex. Dag is dazed and Geds is wincing in obvious pain. Geddings
going up top, slowly but surely! Geddings to the top in the
Merc/Janssen corner... and the Mercenary just shoved him
off. Geddings is down! He is coughing up blood as lands! Hopper
charging...
FH: Dear Lord, the end is nigh! REPENT!
CL: ...and Hopper just blasts Merc and the two are sent down towards
the concrete floor! Dag covering Geddings!
1...
2...
2.75...
2.98... KICKOUT!
CL: How did Geddings do that?
FH: No time for small talk, Dag isn't too concerned as he lifts up
Geddings with authority!
CL: Merc and Hopper blasting one another outside but... JANSSEN WITH A
BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!!! THE NORWEGIAN SKY SUPLEX!!!
1.
2.
3.
CL: Janssen and the Mercenary have won it!
FH: FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WE ARE FREE OF
HOPPER AT LAST! GOOD-BYE HOPPER! CHOKE ON A HAMBONE YOU LARDBUCKET!
CL: Geddings didn't look like himself out there. I think the injuries
are finally catching up with him.
FH: What he was laying flat on his back being pinned. What was not
"classic" Geddings.
[PVW newcomer, Dag Jenssen leaps to his feet firing his arm up high.
Realizing he is on his way to blood bowl. Chris Hopper who has now
fought his way from the Mercenary looks back inside the ring and rolls
in.]
FH: Run Dag ... It's snack time!
CL: Hopper stands behind the rookie as Jenssen turns ...
FH: Look at Hopper's face he is either hungry or constipated. I have
my money on _BOTH_!
[Dag backs up a few steps ... He holds his fists up ready to fight,
but Hopper points to the ropes as if he is telling him to leave.]
CL: What's this ...
FH: Hopper must not like Norwegian food. This is news to me. I
thought Hopper ate everything that was put in his way!
CL: I am so glad this match is over. I can only listen to so much of
you around Chris Hopper.
FH: It's great isn't it?
CL: I was thinking of something else.
[Jenssen backs up slowly stepping out of the ring and his arm raised
again high. Chris Hopper turns as the veteran, Will Geddings is now
back to his feet. It's obvious that Geddings is hurting. He holds
those taped ribs, but he grits his teeth and avoids it.]
CL: Hopper seems to be upset ... We know how _BADLY_ he wanted into
that chamber.
FH: Geddings must look like a t-bone steak right about now. Hopper's
eyes are glazed over. It's like Thanksgiving all over again!
CL: I am clearly ignoring you now. This show will be better for it.
[Hopper grabs the veteran and turns him around swiftly and the two men
are face-to-face ... Well Hopper looks down on Geddings.]
CL: Hopper snarling ... He is about to explode!
FH: I'll save you this one time Chip ... But don't ask me again.
[... However instead Hopper backs away. He turns and steps through
the ropes leaving the Flyking standing in the ring with his fists up
ready to fight ... Well as much as Geddings can anymore. The Flyking
stumbles back holding his ribs back against the ropes. As Hopper
begins to walk up the aisle way as the crowd watches on shocked.]
CL: Wait ... Hopper apparently found his "Cool" again.
FH: Actually didn't you just get that page too? The buffet in the
back opened up. It makes perfect sense! Chris Hopper wants to be
first in line.
CL: Oh stop it Fred! Chris Hopper the man in PVW who wants to win at
_all_ costs. Willing to step on anyone in the process just let
Geddings go with a free pass.
FH: Who cares ... The Mercenary and Dag Jenssen are advancing to
Blood Bowl! This calls for a toast!
CL: I didn't know you were such a Dag Jenssen fan Fred.
FH: I root for anybody who takes on Chris Hopper!
[PVW Backdrop, Gibson Hayes in slacks and a button down shirt with
Dean Hayes in a blue, white and green Hawaiian shirt and slacks.]
Dean Hayes: Gibson, care to comment...
[Gibby takes the microphone from Dean and shoots the interview a look
that says "leave before I brain you".]
Gibson Hayes: Tonight, tonight I witnessed a pathetic and delluded
pile of filth strike a man that has a heart bigger than the great
breadbasket of this amazing nation we call America. Herman von
Klingonhopper, I know you are a petty man and poor sport. You know
that I easily bested you, straining hard to make it look like you were
relevant. Your actions on this evening, though, mean you are on my
list. HD-DVD, you are an obsolete format and I will make sure you will
be snuffed out like some pathetic prayer candle or a whorish former
English princess.
[Hayes is all warmed up.]
GH: As for you, Mr. 101, enjoy these last few hours of being a
wrestler. Tonight, John Boy Walton, I take your livelihood away from
you and toss it aside like a the straight to video trash you peddle.
Detson, your career is mine. I'm going to actually finish the job
instead of leaving you around like the joke you've always been. Don't
worry though, Johnny Boy, I figure the least I could do was get you
started on your new career path.
[Pulling what look to be brochures from his tights, Gibson flings them
at the camera.]
GH: Suck on that, sunshine.
[And the Hayes-monster walks away.]
CL: Classic Gibson Hayes right there.
FH: Isn't it great?
CL: I don't know if I would call it that, but tonight the Gibson
Gauntlet could very well come to an end. Johnny Detson a very
decorated superstar has put his career on the line. If tonight is the
last we see of Johnny then let me be the first to say congratulations
on an outstanding career.
FH: Please I am about to get sick. Detson came into the PVW calling
out Gibson. He got into the middle of Hayes and Landis business. He
stuck his nose where it didn't belong. It's apparent to me that
Detson has bitten off a little more then he can chew here tonight.
CL: That very well could be true. It's going to be one for the ages.
Last Tradition we saw Hayes defend the American Championship against
Doc Holliday. And here we are again with a match even bigger!
FH: The swan song to Detson's career.
CL: If so it has been a great one. Well it's time to have our second
Blood Bowl lottery match. However before we go to Herk inside the
ring, Dean Hayes is standing by yet again.
FH: What does Dean chase people down and hold a gun to their head or
what?
CL: The hardest working man in the biz. He makes sure he gets the
scoop for all of us.
[The hardest working man in the biz - "Swingin" Dean Hayes has caught
up with the good ol' Reverend Julian Caine right before his - Hand of
God, Chase Williams will take part in the Blood Bowl lethal lottery.]
DH: Reverend in just seconds PVW's first Blood Bowl Champion - Chase
Williams will face Hersher von Donkerhardt and Larry Gionet in the
lottery tag match.
JC: That's right it's a holy night ... Our savior will continue his
crusade against all that is evil in this world and return to his crown
after _reminding_ everyone what he is capable of. Not only is Chase
Williams first Blood Bowl champion, but he is their _only_ one. Don't
you forget that Dean!
DH: Well for only a few more hours. How confident are you that Chase
Williams will even advance. I mean Tommy Ryder his random drawn
partner has been scratched from the lineup.
JC: It doesn't matter who is partner is. It could be you for all I
care. Chase Williams has made a career at beating the odds. Did
anyone think he would walk out Blood Bowl Champion and the PVW
Heavyweight Champion? He has proved to the PVW time after time. He
is on a holy war and tonight we take JERUSLEM!
DH: Well we are a bit away from the middle east. What do you have to
say for your man's actions against Chris Hartt on heatwave?
JC: Chris Hartt got exactly what he deserved. I warned him ... I told
him that Chase Williams is PVW's Goliath! I warned him that his
little sling shot wouldn't have enough power or backing of our
glorious lord. And Chase Williams walked out there with our lords
blessing and shined down on his actions in defending his name.
DH: Say what?
JC: You just watch in seconds our message will be believer and
thousands of more believers will be born. Chase Williams will be in
that Blood Bowl. And whomever his partner is will fair much better
then Chris Hartt did last heatwave you can count on that.
[Reverend Julian Caine turns and walks off to the right.]
DH: Okay Fred and Chip. I guess the Reverend is done it's back to
you.
[Back to the announcers.]
FH: Aren't we in Toronto? I mean I know we travel an awful lot and
age is catching up to me but ...
CL: I think Reverend Caine was comparing Blood Bowl to the early
crusades and taking the Jewish homeland.
FH: I am just sayin ... Toronto really? This place is a --
CL: Let's MOVE right along. Thankfully the Voice is back inside the
ring. And it's time to find out just who will be Chase Williams
partner.
FH: Don't forget this match won't even have a referee as far as we
know!
HD: Introducing first ... Weighing in at 235 pounds. Wrestling out
of Stoughton, MA. He is known as the PVW Warrior ...
LARRY GIONET !!!
[The Crowd chants the PVW Warriors name as the lights dim to black as
the booming intro of "As I Am" by Dream Theater can be heard through
the PA system.]
[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps
up out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage! He looks across the sea of fans as the
cheers resonate throughout the arena.]
[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the chants become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots. Without hesitation, he
nods towards the fans. With a menacing look on his face, he stops at
ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a deep stare
taking in a very deep breath. The fans become a blur as he turns
towards the ring focusing in on the task at hand.]
[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the cheers continue
for the PVW Warrior.]
[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....]
[The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb across his neck
signaling for his music to be cut.]
CL: Remember it wasn't all that long ago that Larry Gionet was _very_
close to moving on to face Rob Cole for the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.
FH: I used to not like Gionet ... Then he defeated Chris Hopper. Now
he is on my Christmas card list!
CL: Gionet could be a threat inside that chamber.
FH: He has to win this match first.
HD: His partner ...
[Over the speakers begins to play Victim by Nicole Blackman. On the
screen is a computer animated flag of the Netherlands. Over the Dutch
flag appears an German iron cross. Blood begins to seeps from the
cross onto the flag. Over the flag and bloody cross is superimposed
in black lettering, Herscher von Donkerhardt.]
#I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is
blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm
in the trunk.#
#My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my
nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours,
everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on
china.#
#The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic
sounds. No people sounds.No wind. What place has no wind? I turn my
head towards the sounds like people watch radios when something
terrible happens.#
[The onset of the music brings a mixed response from the fans, some
boo and some cheer, some are just unsure of how they should react. At
the ring entrance stands Herscher von Donkerhardt, clad in his tight
brown wrestling pants with a black leather lining on the inner thighs.
He stands looking out at the ring with his icy blue eyes. By all
appearances he is the same man, the same blond haired eyed figure,
dubbed the Netherlands Submission Machine, however something seems
different.]
Herk Douglas: Coming to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, and
hailing from the city of Utrecht in Holland, he is the Netherlands
Submission Machine HERSCHER VON DOOOONKERHARDT!!!!
[He looks a little pensive almost nervous, nothing at all like the
usual calm he projects when heading towards the ring. He makes his way
down the entrance way checking out the fans on either side, almost as
confused of what to make of them, as they are of him. Herscher enters
the ring, taking in the mixed response of the fans. He has a look of
determination on his face but he doesn't look comfortable in his own
skin. ]
CL: Herscher doesn't look himself out there. He appears affected
by the recent events surrounding him.
FH: He's different because Gibson Hayes single handedly destroyed this
so called Beast from the Netherlands. Gibson put on a clinic of good
old American wrestling and overwhelmed, outlasted and outclassed that
foreigner. What you're looking at is the shell that was left over
after Gibson stripped him of his manhood.
CL: And by single handedly you mean with the assistance of the entire
Hayes entourage?
FH: They were merely providing Gibson with moral support.
CL: Moral support in the form of a standing side kick to the ribs of
Donkerhardt?
FH: I wont listen to your propaganda! Gibson Hayes is a fine American
and an example to us all, not like you and the rest of the fascist
socialist element in this country he protects us from!
CL: hmmm watch Fox News much?
FH: What did you say?
CL: I said its time to get on with this match.
[HvD and Gionet look at one another. Neither man flinching as they
turn towards the entrance ramp.]
HD: Their opponents ... Introducing first - Hailing from Beverly
Hills, California. Weighing in at 297 pounds. Accompanied to the
ring by Reverend Julian Caine.
THE HAND OF GOD ... CHASE WILLIAMS !!!
[A loud cackle is heard over the PA system ... It's the Reverend's
voice. It's followed up by loud church organ. Reverend Julian Caine
is the first to emerge from the backstage area. Dressed in an all
white tailor-made suit he stands and turns as
The pounding bass of "Heavy Metal Kings" By Jedi Mind tricks rocks the
arena, and the rampway begins to fill with smoke.]
##I murder you and laugh##
##I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path##
##you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half##
[A figure appears atop the entryway, his shadow looming behind a
shroud of smoke. He emerges, standing smugly at the edge of the ramp,
arms crossed. Chase Williams regards the crowd with a disgust he does
not try in the slightest to hide as he takes the first few steps down
the ramp.]
##you a heathan that rely on the beast##
##I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest##
##I shine over beats##
##a motherfuckin' beast on the mic##
##I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like##
[Chase shadows a few punches as he ascends the rampway, focusing
solely on the ring. He reaches ringside and climbs the stairs,
stepping over the top rope. He circles the ring and finally turns
towards the entryway with a look that can only be described as utterly
hateful. Julian Caine follows slowly as he says loudly towards the
fans - "PRAISE GOD." "FOLLOW THE CAUSE!"]
CL: Here is last years defending Blood Bowl champion. Chase Williams
a strong veteran with a decorated past came out of no where in the PVW
and pinned Rob Cole to win Blood Bowl and become the first PVW
Heavyweight Champion.
FH: He is one win away from emerging and doing it all over again.
CL: It's time to find out who Tommy Ryder's replacement will be.
FH: How is old Tommy doing by the way?
CL: I heard he is recovering. No word on when he will be cleared for
action.
FH: That's what happens when you upset Spectre. Why don't people
learn around here?
[Williams and Caine wait inside the ring eagerly in finding out just
who will be Ryder's replacement. Gionet and Donkerhardt begin to grow
impatiently as the suspense is built up.]
HD: And his partner ... Wrestling out of Minneapolis, Minnesota!
CL: It couldn't be?
HD: Weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the former PVW Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion!
CL: It is!
HD: "THE PALADIN" CHRIS HARTT!
[ROOOOARING POP!!!!]
FH: What kind of crap is this?!?! Chase Williams got screwed?!?!
The Reverend got screwed?!?!
['S.S.C./Stand or Fall' by Anthrax plays over the PA system as the
Toronto fans raise to their feet welcoming the inring return of one of
PVW's originals! Chris makes his way out onto the stage. Red lights
shine in a grand display, as Chris holds his arms out to the sides,
then walks to the ring, leaping onto the apron, climbing in and
mounting a turnbuckle, repeating the sign of the cross. He then hops
down and turns towards his partner ... Chase Williams stands with a
smirk across his face mouthing - "Do it punk!" While Reverend Julian
Caine is besides himself on the outside.]
CL: What a turn of events! Chris Hartt returned and right away the
two former champions had issues with each other. Here he stands as
Chase Williams blood bowl replacement partner.
FH: The good ol' Reverend isn't happy.
CL: There is still one issue here Fred.
FH: What's that?
CL: There is no referee.
FH: Oh yeah.
HD: Ladies and Gentleman due to the recent actions of one of
the Mr. von Donkerhardt our regular in ring officials have refused to
officiate this match out of protest and out of concerns for the safety
of their people. As a result a special referee was needed for his
match. After consulting backstage with several people in the employ of
PVW one person stepped forth to volunteer this match. Tonights referee
for this match will be...Todd Johnstone!
[A gasp and collective reaction of shock reverberates through the
crowd. From the entranceway comes Todd "The Rod" Johnstone. Todd has a
standard PVW referee shirt over one his trademark seizure inducing
suits of questionable color combination. Herscher's eyes have become
as wide as saucers and is completely beside himself over this
announcement.]
CL: Herscher's actions have come back to haunt him as he finds himself
at the mercy of Todd Johnstone tonight. The deck has been stacked
against the Dutchman.
FH: Hardly Todd Johnstone will be as great a referee as he is a
manager. I know for a fact he will call it right down the middle. The
officials in the back should take note of how well he does his job
tonight. I think Herschey is overreacting.
[As Todd approaches the ring getting ready to make his way through the
ropes, Herscher get in his way and starts screaming a stream of
insults and accusations in Todd's direction. Todd responds with a
stream of his own, but the viewers at home are spared this exchange
thanks to the 7 second delay. Eventually Larry Gionet pulls Herscher
away from Todd and gets in his face. Larry tries to calm down von
Donkerhardt telling him to try to keep his cool and not to blow this
match for them. Herscher eventually calms down and the two prepare for
this match.]
CL: Gionet looks to have gotten through to von Donkerhardt so we will
have a match tonight, but the question is will it be a fair match with
Todd being the referee.
FH: I guarantee Todd will be fair and impartial, the only question to
be answered is will Herscher the hothead keep his cool.
[Meanwhile on the other side Julian Caine has begin screaming at Chris
Hartt from the outside. Hartt points towards Chase Williams and tells
him that right now Blood Bowl isn't on his mind. Slapping the filth
out of Caine and Williams mouth is first and foremost!]
CL: lethal Lottery at it's finest right here folks!
FH: Dang I didn't realize just how dysfunctional tonight is going to
be!
CL: That's what the Blood Bowl lottery is all about.
|''||''| ,..........................................................
|| /|
|| / | BLOOD BOWL QUALIFIER:
|| __|_ GIONET & HvD v.
.||. ---- WILLIAMS & HARTT
|
'-'.........................................................
*DING*DING*DING*
CL: Looks like Larry Gionet has convinced Donkerhardt that he is going
to start things off.
FH: It's probably the best move with HvD's attention totally lost
right now on Johnstone.
CL: Out of all the special guest referee's ... Todd Johnstone?
FH: Hey Todd knows this industry inside-and-out. There really isn't a
better choice if you sit and think about it.
CL: And on the other side it has become apparent that Chase Williams
will not leave the ring. So Chris Hartt becomes the better man and
steps through to the outside.
FH: I guess his inring debut is just going to have to wait a tad bit
longer. Chase isn't going to let Hartt ruin his trip back into Blood
Bowl!
CL: The bell has already been sounded and Gionet and Williams two men
who _don't_ like one another what-so-ever begin to circle one another.
FH: HvD isn't taking his eyes off Johnstone.
[Finally the two men inside the ring lock up. Gionet with a quick arm
wringer, but Williams reverses it. Gionet backs Chase into the ropes
and whips him across ... Gionet drops down on his stomach as Williams
leap frogs him. The PVW Warrior hops back up and sets up for a hip
toss, but Williams blocks it and swings back with an elbow, but Gionet
ducks under it. Gionet spins and locks Williams into a side headlock,
but this time Chase sends Gionet across. Williams drops to his
stomach as Gionet leap frogs over and Williams pops up Williams to his
feet and goes for the lariat but Gionet ducks running the opposite
side ropes and comes off drilling Chase with a yakuza kick.]
CL: What a series of counters by the two veterans. Gionet not
wasting any time drops down onto Williams chest area and mounts him
and begins tossing stiff forearm shot after stiff forearm shot.
Williams spins Gionet down and now is on top of Gionet and begins
tossing hard closed fists of his own!
FH: Now this is how you start a match!
[Gionet uses his brute strength and forces Williams off and the two
men
are right back on their feet, but Williams with a quick thumb to the
eye slowing things down a-bit. However Todd Johnstone seems to be too
busy having words with HvD to have noticed the cheap shot.]
CL: It appears Johnstone has been distracted.
FH: It's Donkerhardt's fault. Let the man do his job!
[Williams yanks the Gionet over with a sleeper locking it on
controlling the early going of the match. On the outside Hartt turns
and shouts for Caine to shut up from the earful he was getting.]
CL: Looks like trouble on both sides in this match. It's going to
make the outcome even more in question. How will HvD respond when he
gets in that ring and Johnstone is the ref? How can Hartt and
Williams work together?
FH: At this point I am saying neither is going to end well.
[Gionet dropping down to one knee. The thumb to the eye followed by
the sleeper hold has started to take an early wear on the PVW Warrior.
The fans into this match in the early going begin to chant LARRY !!!
LARRY !!! Johnstone not even paying much attention doesn't go to the
"arm drop" needless to say 99 times out 100 it's useless anyways.
Gionet begins to fire up to his feet and breaks out ... He hits the
ropes and right into a powerslam by Williams who is on top for the
cover. Johnstone stops arguing with Donkerhardt and drops down for
the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: That seemed to be an awful fast count, but Gionet kicks out.
FH: Fast? It looked alright to me.
[Of course that just pisses HvD off even more. Williams unphased by
the events. pulls Gionet to his feet and walks him over to his corner
and slams his head into the turnbuckles. Hartt reaches out for the
tag, but is completely ignored. Williams backs Gionet in the corner
and shoulder thrust ... shoulder thrust again. He whips Gionet
across with an Irish whip and Gionet bounces out into a belly-to-belly
suplex. Williams now picking up that a fast count is in his favor
hooks the leg!]
CL: Johnstone doesn't seem to be paying attention. Oh now he drops.
ONE ...
TWO ...
... Gionet with another kick out. A tad fast still, but not lighting
quick like the last one.
FH: Still looked fine to me.
[Williams again isn't phased and pulls Gionet over towards his corner
and begins using the middle ropes to choke the PVW Warrior. However
Chris Hartt shoves Chase Williams off Gionet and his illegal tactics.
"By doing so tagging himself in". Williams isn't happy as he raises
his fist, but Hartt is inside the ring and drags Gionet from his
corner and pulls Gionet up. Hartt backs away and gives Gionet time to
shake off the tactics Williams used.]
FH: What is that moron doing?
CL: Hartt has always been one of the more respectful guys in this
business. He isn't interested in doing things the "Chase way".
[Gionet to his feet as the two fan favorites stand across from each
other. . The two circle the ring and lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up
which sees Hartt force Gionet into the corner only for the PVW Warrior
to slip out of the grapple and throw his upper-torso/head out of the
ring through the middle rope to put some distance between him and his
opponent while Hartt backs away. HvD looks on but keeps an eye on
Todd Johnstone at all times.]
CL: Hartt and Gionet have a lot of respect for one another. Chris
Hartt takes a few steps back and Gionet returns back inside the ring.
FH: Let's get things going here! Retag Chase Williams in!
[The two men are back inside the ring and Gionet locks up with Hartt
again, this time floating behind him. Hartt nails Gionet with some
back elbows to the face and bounces off the ropes. Gionet goes for a
wild right hand which is unlike him but Hartt ducks it and bounces off
the ropes. Gionet goes for a hip toss again but Hartt turns himself
around in mid-air and applies a body scissors with his legs, rolling
Gionet up.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: No only a two-count. That pinfall count looked pretty fair for
once.
FH: Of course it did! Are you calling Johnstone a cheater?
CL: Well ...
[Hartt strikes first as they both get up and he whips Gionet off the
ropes now. Hartt charges at the already charging Larry Gionet, going
for a clothesline but Gionet ducks it. Hartt jumps up on the second
rope and waits for Gionet to bounce off the ropes and come back where
he dives off taking the PVW Warrior down with a flying back elbow to
the face.]
CL: You can see that HvD is hungry to get inside that ring. However I
am not sure if it's to wrestle or to get in the same ring with Todd
Johnstone.
FH: Johnstone has been the perfect ref so far. HvD should concentrate
at the task on hand.
[Hartt locks Gionet in an arm wrench and whips him into the corner but
Gionet uses his pure strength and yanks Hartt right into a short-arm
with his free arm. Gionet stumbles a bit shaking off the earlier moves
he stumbles to Hartt's corner where Williams clocks Gionet with a
cheap shot! HvD begins to step in the ring, but Johnstone is right
there telling him to get his ass back outside!]
FH: See Johnstone following things to the law!
CL: And that leaves Gionet open as Williams with a low chop block
taking the knee out!
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
[However Hartt is up and he gets nose-to-nose with Williams blocking
Gionet from the hand of god.]
FH: What is that idiot Williams doing?
CL: He wants no part of the evil snake stuff Williams and Caine does.
FH: Then he won't succeed here tonight.
[Gionet is back up. He approaches Hartt only for Hartt to rifle off a
kick but Gionet catches his foot. Hartt swings his free foot at
Gionet's head for an enziguri but Gionet ducks it. Hartt swings his
foot backwards at Gionet's head but he ducks it again, however Hartt's
freed his caught foot and wrapped it around Gionet's head, nailing him
with a head scissors takedown!]
CL: These two wrestlers are so technically sound! It's a joy to watch
them wrestle against one another inside the ring.
FH: If it wasn't for Johnstone I think I'd be taking myself a little
nap.
[Gionet gets right back up and goes for another wild right hand on
Hartt which he ducks and goes for a backslide but Gionet fights it.
Larry Gionet then uses all his leg power to flip over Hartt and nail
him with a lung blower.]
"___SNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAP___"
CL: What a counter by Larry Gionet. He is over and tags in his
partner Hersher von Donkerhardt!
FH: Now things are about to get interesting.
[Donkerhardt pulls Hartt back to his feet and drills him with an
European uppercut in which Johnstone is right there warning
Donkerhardt with using a closed fist. Donkerhardt totally doing his
best to ignore Hayes manager hits his opponent with several forearms
until he is dazed followed up with a headbutt to the bridge of the
nose. Hartt grabs his nose as he falls forward. Herscher catches him
and executes a belly to belly suplex. Herscher picks his opponent up
and executes a second belly to belly. Herscher then tags Larry Gionet
in. Larry picks the opponent up and whips him into the ropes ....
executes a picture perfect spinebuster.]
"____THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Gionet rolls Hartt over to his back and then tags Herscher right
back in. Gionet and HvD beginning to work like a well oiled team and
that's what you have to do to win Blood Bowl.
FH: HvD is climbing the top turn buckle. Johnstone is counting him up
there.
[... a little too fast I'd like to add. And he jumps down landing
feet first onto the sternum of the Paladin.]
FH: This is outrageous! Todd should disqualify them for this blatant
double teaming!
CL: What double teaming? They tagged each other in and out.
FH: That's not how I see it, and I'm sure that's not how Todd sees it
either.
CL: I'm sure I could see what you see, but I don't think I could get
my doctor to write that kind of prescription for me.
FH: And what's that supposed to mean?
CL: Oh nothing, nothing at all.
[Hersher von Donkerhardt not wasting any time yanks Hartt who is now
feeling the effects of the match and lifts him up with a gutwrench and
drops him hard down on his knee with a backbreaker. He holds them
there for good measure and then lifts him right back up and spins
sideways dropping hard down with a sideways slam. He hooks the leg!]
ONE ...
CL: Is he going to count a two?
TWO ---
... Hartt kicks out. But the count was amazingly SLOW.
FH: Looked fine to me. Who am I to question the referee of this
match?
CL: You mean Todd Johnstone?
FH: Hey bring that up with the referee's who refused to do anything
about this match.
[Herscher whips Hartt hard into the corner. Herscher charges in and
connects to the head of the Paladin with a flying knee drop. Herscher
backs up and hits Hartt with another knee drop. Herscher goes for a
third knee drop, when he is tripped up by Todd Johnstone. Herscher
gets up and in the face of Todd and starts questioning Todd. ]
HvD: Why did you trip me?
Todd: I didn't trip you,! You were the one raised in wooden shoes so
don't pass of your resulting clumsiness on me!
[Todd scolds Herscher and points his finger deep in his chest as he
does so. Herscher is enraged and too distracted by Todd to hear
Williams come up from behind him who had pulled his partner to the
outside and execute a chop block to one of his legs. Herscher goes
down. ]
[heel pop!]
FH: Ha! That's what the guy gets for not paying attention.
[Williams picks Herscher up and executes a legsweep. Williams picks
Herscher up one more time and executes another legsweep. Herscher's
head hits the mat hard. Williams steps back and waits for Herscher to
get up. As Herscher begins to get up, Williams runs and connects with
a Shining Wizard to the back of Herscher's head. Todd just looks on
with a grin.]
[HEEL POP!]
CL: Hartt has had enough of Caine's mouth on the outside he has
dropped down and began walking towards Caine who is backing away ...
FH: You can't harm a reverend.
[Chase notices it on the outside and doesn't seem to care. He yanks
the stunned HvD up.. sets him up ... High Impact Legsweep STO!!!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Price of Fame!! Chase makes the cover!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
FH: Did Chase just pin him?
CL: No. Donkerhardt just kicked out even with the fastest count I
have ever seen.
[Johnstone seems irritated as he thought he got the three count down,
but apparently he doesn't want to make it _TOO_ obvious he is out to
screw HvD over. Larry Gionet is now getting unhappy as Todd Johnstone
get's an ear full from Gionet too!]
FH: Gionet better watch it.
CL: What is he going to do steal the match away? He is already trying
that.
FH: Watch those accusations over there Chip.
[Chase pulls Donkerhardt back up and drops him down with a vicious
DDT. Hartt has now grabbed Caine and he looks like he is going to hit
the Reverend! However Chase rolls out and grabs Hartt and _DROPS_
him!]
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
CL: Chase Williams just dropped Chris Hartt to protect the Reverend.
The fans are now tossing trash on the Hand of God. There goes a half
full beer shower.
FH: Hey who in their right mind would _harm_ a reverend?
[Johnstone isn't even counting Williams out. Larry Gionet however had
dropped off the side and now stands in front of Hartt as Chase just
looks at him dumbfounded.]
FH: What is Gionet doing? Protecting an opponent?
CL: Gionet knows Chase's game. He isn't about to play it!
[Chase has dove back inside the ring as Donkerhardt has pushed himself
up. Williams hits with a hard right hand. Swings another. Hits a
big third. Donkerhardt however grabs a hold and drops the defending
Blood Bowl winner with a swinging neckbreaker to slow things down!]
CL: What a back and forth war going on with some of the greats to ever
be inside a PVW ring. Donkerhardt pushing himself up and Johnstone is
there giving him an ear full again.
FH: You tell him Todd. Don't let HvD run things. Keep it fair.
[Williams now in his corner begins to rise to his feet again, but
Hartt is on the apron and tags himself in ... Pissing the Hand of God
off. He hits the ropes and flying body press on a turning around
HvD!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: No another fast count, but HvD is now totally aware he has to kick
out in a rapid time.
FH: You should always kick out as fast as you can. Am I missing
something?
[Hartt and HvD up and Hartt ducks under a wild swing and springboards
... BULLDOG! Hartt grabs the ankle and begins to put HvD into an
ankle lock, but the Netherlands Submission machine may have not been
using his moves this match is still aware and rolls out of it just in
time and makes the quick hot tag to Larry Gionet.]
CL: Gionet rushes in but eats a dropkick! The PVW warrior right back
up and down with an armdrag take down, but Hartt lets go and turns it
to where he begins to lock the avenger chickenwing, but Gionet is
quickly up and charges backwards slamming the Paladin right into the
corner turnbuckle!
FH: That usually slows things down a little.
[Gionet whips Hartt into the ropes, Hartt rebounds and gets a
spinebuster from Gionet. Gionet turns and makes a no look tag to
Herscher. Herscher comes in and tries to pick up Hartt up to his feet,
but Todd grabs Herscher by the shoulder and whips him around.
Johnstone begins to yell and swear at Herscher, claiming HvD was not
legal man and must exit the ring. Herscher explains that Gionet tagged
him but Todd scoffs and yells more, making a motion of hands missing,
saying it was not a real tag. Herscher is getting upset with Todd as
Todd continues to belittle Herscher.
Todd ups the ante by poking HvD in the chest with his finger. The two
are in such a heated argument that Herscher doesn't hear Gionet warn
him about Chase Williams who tackles HvD from behind. Herscher falls
forward and into Todd knocking Johnstone into the turnbuckles.
Johnstone doesn't move and Gionet sees this and storms into the ring
to start brawling with
Chase Williams.]
CL: What is going on here? Chris Hartt now recovers and has no clue
what is going on, but he goes right at Gionet unknowingly about the
chaos.
FH Or does he?
[Williams shoves Hartt... Hartt shoves Williams!!!! Herscher comes
to, gets his bearings, and notices the two on one being inflicted on
his partner. And now the shoving battle ... He lunges into the fight,
taking out Chris Hartt.]
CL: Todd is down! We have no referee so the combatants have thrown out
the rule book!
FH: This should be a DQ! This match should be called right now due to
the illegal contact on the referee. Herscher had no business taking
Todd out like that!
CL: Taking out? He fell into Todd after he pushed into him!
FH: That's not what I saw! I saw Herscher von Hothead charge Todd when
he saw an opportunity to do so! Herscher couldn't keep his personal
feelings out of this match! He intentionally attacked Todd for no
reason!
CL: And you saw all of this with those "Eagle Eyes" of yours?
[All four men are fighting in the ring. Chase Williams is getting the
better of Gionet thanks to some well placed hits below the belt. He
sees Herscher and The Paladin still going toe to toe. Williams flies
at Herscher with a lunging clothesline.
Herscher see's this in the corner of his eye and ducks out of the way.
Chase Williams takes out Chris Hartt who falls out of the ring.
Williams just looks at Hartt and shrugs saying get out of my ring.
Williams turns, and doesn't see Herscher's stiff right shot coming.
Williams gets punched and gets staggers back, where he gets clocked in
the back of the head by Gionet. The camera switches to a shot of the
rampway and a referee can be seen sprinting to the ring.]
CL: It looks like we have a new ref for this match... and it's Duke
Martin?
FH: What's he doing here! I thought the refs were boycotting this
match. He must be in on the global conspiracy!
CL: There's a Blood Bowl birth on the line and we need this match
officiated! Duke's putting his duty over his personal grievances!
[Gionet picks up the dazed Chase Williams for a reverse tombstone
piledriver. Herscher sees Williams trying to fight out of it and clubs
him right into the back of the head to slow the counter ... Chris
Hartt who just began to come too then receives HvD diving out to
tackle him to the floor!]
CL: Hersher von Donkerhardt has turned into like a man possessed!
FH: I can't help but to think poor Todd Johnstone!
[Just then Martin enters the ring and gets in positron!]
CL: Gionet hits the Darkness Falls and Martin is there for the cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
HD: Ladies and Gentlemen here are your winners Larry Gionet and
Herscher von Donkerhardt!
FH: THEFT! THIEVERY! CHICANAY! HORNSWAGGLEDOM! The PVW brass stole
this win from Williams! Look at Julian Caine he knows it's all CHRIS
HARTT'S FAULT! Todd was violently assaulted and nothing was done about
it! Todd was too fair an official for PVW and they had HvD take him
out! FOUL! This was Todd's match to officiate, not Two-Faced Puke
Martin!
CL: Todd can't call the match if he's been knocked on his butt.
[Todd eventually comes to and sees Herscher and Gionet shaking hands.
He also sees Duke Martin in the ring and demands to know what sort of
crap Martin is trying to pull. Duke tells him the match is over but
Johnstone begins motioning to the ring attendant to restart the match.
Duke and Johnstone get in a shouting match. Todd says the pinfall
doesn't count and that Gionet and HvD haven't won "rhymes with sick".
Duke tries to explain otherwise but Johnstone won't have any of it.
Todd then orders Duke to reverse the decision and disqualify Gionet
and Herscher because Herscher attacked him intentionally. Martin tells
Todd that wasn't the case. Todd tries to argue more but Martin leaves
the ring, refusing to hear anymore about it.]
CL: It appears the Duke has spoken!
[Todd sees Herscher and gets in his face, he starts screaming and
spewing profanities at the Dutchman.]
TJ: You [TV EDIT ----------------- ------- ------- --------- -----
---- --- ------] mother's uterus!
CL: Todd Johnstone can't affect the outcome of this match but he can
try to get under von Donkerhardt's skin!
[Herscher is trying to control his anger, his hands coiled into tight
fists at his side. Herscher's control is just making Todd bolder and
more annoyed. Johnstone, peeved at Herscher not flying off the handle,
hocks a giant phlegm wad onto
Herscher's face!]
[Oh no he di-ant with a finger wag pop!!!]
[Herscher is blood red, and cocks his fist back, but Gionet gets in
his ear and tell him to calm down. Herscher puts his arm down and
turns his back to Todd to leave the ring. Grinning from ear to ear,
Todd slaps Herscher in the back of the
head.]
CL: uhh ohhh
[Herscher turns around and lunges at Todd. Johnstone runs like the
pudgy fat man he is around the ring but Herscher catches him by the
collar after about three steps... Todd is winded and looks like he's
about to piss himself.]
[Massive face pop!]
CL: Todd may have bitten off more than he can swallow!
FH: Someone stop that Dutch Douche! He's not allowed to lay a hand on
officials!
[Todd tries to break free and then bribe HvD. Herscher has a look of
disgust on his face and is distracted long enough for Todd to punch
him below the belt and try to scurry off. Johnstone is grabbed from
behind by Herscher, who has him by the throat now. Todd is trying to
get out of the hold but Herscher won't let go.]
CL: Herscher's lost it on Todd! He's taking out all the frustration
that's been building since after the title match!
FH: Yes he's taking his frustration on a non wrestler, after the
wrestling match. He's taking out frustration in the form of aggravated
assault!
[HvD begins to pick Todd up by the throat when a member of arena
security enters the ring and tackles Herscher, sending Todd flying out
of the ring. A loud "OH MY GOD MY [TV EDIT] NECK" echoes all over the
arena. HvD shoves the security guard off but the guard grabs his
leg. HvD is incensed and when another guard hits the ring HvD greets
him with a clothesline. A camera switch shows Todd in agony, claiming
HvD did this on purpose. Herscher grabs one of the guards by the
throat and reaches back with his fist, when he's tackled from behind
by his partner Larry Gionet.]
FH: First Herscher goes nuts and now Gionet, what's he doing?
CL: I think Gionet is trying to save Herscher from going to jail.
FH: It's too late for that. Sue him Todd, press charges and sue him
for everything he's worth!
[More arena security enter the ring and subdue von Donkerhardt.
Herscher has several words for the security guards and directs a few
in Gionet's direction. Herscher is escorted out of the ring and
receives a mixed reaction from the crowd.]
CL: HvD may have choked Todd but he didn't mean to toss him out of the
ring... did he?
FH: Todd doesn't deserve to be assaulted, not by some Euro-trash hot-
head! Todd is a great man, a role model and a winner, none of which
that lowlife Hothead Herscher could ever hope to be!
[Duke Martin stands over Todd, seeing if he is conscious. Eventually
EMT's arrive with a stretcher. They place a neck brace around Todd's
neck before carefully placing him in the stretcher and removing him
from the ringside area.]
CL: Folks I really don't know what to say.
FH: What is there to say? Todd Johnstone tried to do his _JOB_ and he
was punished for it. I don't know what needs to happen, but
_SOMETHING_ has too.
CL: I am sure things will be looked at by PVW management. However it
appears things between HvD and Johnstone are far from other.
FH: And Chase Williams and Chris Hartt.
[Todd Johnstone is being wheeled to the onsite EMTs on a stretcher.]
TJ: [TV EDIT]!!! I will have his [TV EDIT] balls in a God damned sling
and feed them to the peanut butter loving gorillas in the zoo!
[Wheeled off!]
FH: This is horrible! I ... I ... This wouldn't have happened in
America!
CL: Todd Johnstone sticking his nose into Hersher von Donkerhardt's
business for perhaps the _last_ time.
FH: Oh no Chip this is far from over. Todd did what no man was going
to do. He put on the zebra stripes and stepped into the war zone and
sacrificed his own LIFE to make sure we all had this match. Gionet
and HvD should of been kissing his feet.
CL: I think you are overreacting just a _tad_ over there Fred.
FH: Like HELL I am. If it wasn't for Todd Johnstone there wouldn't of
been a match just then. The Blood Bowl Chamber would of been down to
SIX men. Todd Johnstone _SAVED_ the night. And look what he received
for his efforts.
CL: Well thankfully Duke Martin was standing by. And Larry Gionet and
von Donkerhardt has advanced to join Jenssen and Mercenary in the
Blood Bowl Chamber.
FH: It's a damn shame. The Reverend won't let this go unpunished.
Duke Martin got in the way of the lords work. Even after he said he
wasn't going down to referee a match with Hersher von Donkerhardt
involved. Explain that?!?!
CL: I guess at heart Mr. Martin couldn't let the match go without
justice.
FH: Justice? Is that what Todd Johnstone got?
CL: Well ... Yes!
FH: I can't even look at you right now Chip.
[Cut to the back where one William Craven sits on a bench in the
locker room, applying his signature red gauze to his hands. Dressed
in black vinyl slacks and matching hooded robe, Bill's head droops
down, and he breathes heavily, as if upset. All of a sudden "The
Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley walks into the room dressed in his ring
attire. Caleb seems a little mad and before he can speak Craven
interrupts him...]
WC: Can I help you, friend?
[Taken aback, but not stifled, Caleb retorts.]
CF: Well when you gonna talk to me Craven about our tag match tonight?
You know we are a tag team and this is a very big match.
[Craven's razor-toothed maw twists up into a mirthless smirk.]
WC: Oh, I wouldn't worry about my performance tonight, Caleb. There
won't be any Mercenary to distract me this time. You remember that
night, don't you, Caleb?
[Caleb puts his hand over his mouth like he is about to chuckle.
Taping down the last bit of his wrappings, Bill stands up, casting the
hood back from his head.]
CF: Yeah I remember it very well. You gave me the beating of my life
yet somehow my hand was raised the victor Bill. It is not my fault
you forgot about your opponent inside the ring. I did what anyone
would do.
[His head whipping back to look at Foley, Bill steps over the bench
he'd been sitting on, but stops short of coming nose-to-nose with
Foley. Caleb, being much shorter than Craven, has to look up and then
decides to take a step back.]
WC: You should have lost that night, Caleb. You _did_ ... lose.
CF: I should of lost but I did not. Maybe you should of aligned
yourself with Widowmakers Inc sooner and I would of lost.
[Sneering, Bill is the first to break eye contact, his laughter a
mocking, empty croak.]
WC: Heh ... victory defined. I _am_ WMI, Foley! Heh. Had our battle
gone the other way, Richard would be the follower and I the captain.
But Richard did beat me, Caleb. You? You ... let false victory come
to you.
CF: You worry too much about the past Bill. It is time to live in the
present. How could you turn your back on these fans and everyone who
looked up to you in the back. People used to respect you but now they
think you are a joke. The only reason Marley wanted you in WMI is
because he fears what you are capable of doing. You want to be
remembered as some type of monster but you will never be as long as
you're aligned with WMI.
[His shaven, heavy brow rises, and William Craven fixes an incredulous
look on Foley.]
WC: I want to be a monster? This is what you believe? My body and
mind turn on me, my family leaves me, I struggle to find structure
and, finding none, lash out senselessly. All of this is beyond my
control. All of this is what makes me a monster. Heh.
CF: No one ever said life was easy. Life is what you make it and that
alone.
[Turning away again, Bill rubs his craggy green face with one wrapped
hand.]
WC: Heh. Hehe. Young Foley ... so young... I am a part of the power
now. Do your part tonight and you may yet reap the benefits of my
allegiance. Fail me and there is no telling how far you may fall.
CF: Power is not everything in the world Bill. Keep thinking you're
unbeatable and untouchable as a member of WMI. Keep thinking Manson,
Feyr and Marley are your friend. Go ahead and trust them. But as
soon as they no longer need your services they will get rid of you.
And then what are you going to do Bill?
[His eyes abstracting, Bill stares off into space, looking sad.]
WC: Trust? What is trust? Trust and friends are myths. In this
business you do what you do to get ahead and those that do what is
necessary wind up in the hall of fame. Those who simply do as they
please wind up dead ... in a hotel room on the road...
[This morbid statement catches Foley off guard, but the young man's
face hardens against any sympathy he might feel for the big green
monster.]
CF: All I want to know Bill is if I can trust you tonight? Or will I
suffer the same fate as The Outcast?
[Bill pulls his hood up again, his expression unchanged.]
WC: Do or do not. If you come to the ring, stand with me there, then
our victory may let you do battle with me in the chamber. Let your
fear rule you ... and you've already lost.
[Brushing past Foley, Bill leaves the room. Foley glowers after him,
frustrated. Cut.]
CL: A different William Craven then we had seen the past two years.
FH: A refocused and motivated Craven. Let me ask you a question Chip.
Inside an Elimination Chamber ... Who is the one man when motivated
that could nearly impossible to defeat?
CL: That statement could actually fit a few people inside the PVW but
since I know where you are going with this ... Craven.
FH: Thank you for playing a long, but it is true. William Craven has
dominated most of his career. It wasn't until he lost focused and
chased Rick Marley around when he lost focus of the prize.
CL: There is some truth in what you are saying. William Craven is
about as dangerous as they come focused or not. Now that he is a
Widowmaker we can only assume there will be a lot of blood that stains
those hands.
FH: That is putting it nicely. He is going to "eat some faces" as the
fans would say. This time it will be people like Caleb Foley!
CL: The time has come for another special match in a night of special
matches. Chicago's own, Sinister, is putting his pride on the line
against Danny Daniels's unrecgonized Supreme Championship.
FH: Unrecognized by those in the thrall of evil. Sinister obviously
started all this trouble just to have the chance to learn at the feet
of Danny. I mean, why else would Sinister try to take on "Your Hero"
one on one? Sin knows he is in over his head, that he's meddled with
forces beyond his tiny brain's comprehension and needs help in
returning to the side of good.
CL: Fred, don't you remember the in-house memo about mind altering
substances?
[And we go to The Big Herk.]
HD: This match is a special Mentorship versus Title match; introducing
first, from Chicago, Illinois - weighing in at 300 pounds Big daddy
Sin ... SINISTER !!!
["Schism" by Tool blasts over the PA system. The 6'11 / 300 pound
Chi-Town beast emerges from the back with his soul pole in hand. As
the music begins picking up the pace Sinister bobs his head to the
beat... until Danny Daniels rushes out from backstage and does a
diving knee clip to Sinister's bad knee.]
CL: And here co... goodness! Danny Daniels has just shanghai'd
Sinister.
FH: Is this the part where I admonish you for saying something
outdated and possibly racist?
[Sinister is rolling around, clutching his knee while Danny has found
a metal folding chair, which are everywhere in arenas. Danny merrily
brings down the chair onto Big Sin's knee, Danny's eyes aren't wild or
crazy but kind of eerily calm, as if he doesn't quite grasp people are
actually saying boo rather than "boo-urns".]
CL: What a coward!
FH: If you want to teach someone you need to break them down and re-
mold them in your image, though Danny looks like he's getting hungry
from carrying Sinister through this rivarly so maybe they'll go out
for donuts afterwards.
[Daniels is very pleased with his results and starts to go backstage
for his entrance, but Sinister, still grimacing thanks to his right
knee being treated like one of Ben Rothlesburger's dates, has the
presence of mind to trip Danny; Daniels falls face first and is not
happy.]
CL: Big Sin showing he is not done yet!
FH: Big Sin is showing he's a jealous baby. He should learn to take
his beating like a man and not some baby who needs a bottle and baby
stuff.
CL: Um...
[The Supreme champion gets to his feet and kicks Sinister in the face
a few times, kind of like Riverdance only not as festive but just as
shirtless. Satisfied with Sinister's wounded state, Danny Daniels
makes his way to the back while giving Herk a big "OK" gesture.
Douglas looks both to his left and right and has that weird little
contraction of neck muscles that comes from confusion, but he does his
job despite the confusion.]
HD: Introducing Sinister's opponent; wrestling out of San Francisco,
California. At 265 pounds ... DANNY DANIELS!
[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back. It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top of the entranceway. It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!! And yes, it does have six
exclamation points.
Following the fanfare, "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band
starts up. The fans give a loud heel pop for the obnoxious
introduction of the self-professed SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny
Daniels. Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner, arms spread
to soak in all of the imaginary glory of his imaginary legions of
fans. The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequinned jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots. Around his waist is a belt with the words
SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed picture of Daniels on the faceplate.
A pair of wrap around shades rest on his clean-shaven face, as does a
big goofy smile reprsenting his joy at being so exulted by his
devotees. However, the actual crowd starts a hurtful chant!.]
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
[This, of course, has little effect on the oblivious Daniels, but a
hint of congnisant realization seems to cross the furroughed brow of
Daniels. Shaking off the barbarous intellect at the gate, Danny lifts
up Big Sin by the hair and gleefully drags him towards the ring.]
|''||''| ,..........................................................
|| /|
|| / | MENTORSHIP VERSUS TITLE:
|| __|_ SINISTER v.
.||. ---- DANNY DANIELS
|
'-'.........................................................
CL: The fans showing they are not happy with Daniels or his physique.
FH: Except he's not really fat, but well, maybe, I can't tell until he
takes off that God awful jacket. I like the kid but he needs a better
designer. Red sequins are out, mauve is in!
CL: I... what?
[So, back to the ring. Danny has taken off his jacket, leading to a
few catcalls and vomitting sounds, but Danny doesn't here he as he
seems to be mulling over something in his head. A flash of decision
shows on Danny's face as he decides to choke Sinister with his jacket
before the referee, whom I decree is named Abel Hough, pulls him off
the somewhat purple faced Sinister. The jacket is tossed out of the
ring and Double D bulldogs the buckled over Chi-Town Sin down onto the
mat.]
CL: An actual wrestling manuever from that snake Daniels has Sinister
down. The big man from the Second City is already pretty wounded,
having been shanghai'd...
FH: Assisted.
CL: He was attacked from behind.
FH: His knee gave out. Danny was merely trying to put it back in its
socket with the chair. Obviously your lack of medical knowledge lead
you to an erroneous conclusion. Me, I talk to Dr. Mal every week and
have learned many things about the human body... and the need for
payday loans.
CL: Oooookay...
[Big Sin is trying to get to his feet but Danny squares up, licks his
right index finger to test the win, then delivers a soccer style kick
to Sinister's gut. Daniels begins to celebrate like a Gramatica
brother, waving his arms to pump up the audience. The crowd has other
ideas.]
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
DANNY FATTY! *stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp*
DD: Yes, Sinister is fat and out of shape!
CL: He's a clueless putz, isn't he?
FH: No, he's right - Sinister is pretty fat. He should cut down to
only three deep dish pizzas for his mid-in between snacks snack.
CL: Daniels is happy with himself, but Sin has managed to recover and
is up to his feet... and the Big Sin has pushed Danny out of the ring,
and Danny D. hits the floor with a sick thud.
FH: I think that thud was just aftershocks of Sinister's flab rolls
smacking together from actual movement.
[Sinister is leaning over the ropes and shouting at Danny, perhaps
giving Daniels stock tips, as Danny rolls around on the ground. The
Chicago native makes a few more statements before Daniels manages to
get up and trip Sinister. Daniels tries to pull Sinister out of the
ring by his bad leg but Sinister kicks Danny in the face a couple of
times, leading to D-Squared falling back into the guard railing. The
fans push Danny back towards the ring and an appreciative Hero gives
them a thank you.]
CL: The audience with an assist there, I think.
FH: They know Danny will give them what they want and that Sinister is
just trying to snake his way out of learning his lesson.
CL: What lesson is that?
FH: Heroing!
CL: Fred, are you running a fever or did you hit your head? You're
acting weird.
[Sinister is getting up, still not entirely on a solid base thanks to
his bum wheel. Danny moves around the ring, telling his "student" to
be patient, while Sinister hobbles to try and meet Daniels. Danny
slides into the ring on his belly but that proves to be a big mistake
as Big Sin drops an elbow onto the back of Danny's head.]
FH: While I like Sinister's move choices, it's painfully obvious to
even the most casual observer that Sinister doesn't excute things
properly. What a boon it would be for Sinister to train at the feet of
Daniels.
CL: I think Sinister would rather tie Danny to the foot of a train...
and the big man might as well have as he is raining down punches to
the back of "Your Hero"'s head, stopping Danny from getting off the
mat. The referee finally steps in as Danny flops towards the northwest
turnbuckles and is using them to steady himself.
FH: Sinister needs Danny's help, and fast, since it is so apparent
that he can't even throw a proper punch. I like seeing men use their
fists in that ring but not if they're going to be all queer...
CL: That's a hurtful term, Fred.
FH: If you don't like your punches being called weird, then stop
throwing weird looking punches.
[Sinister moves the referee out of the way and grabs Daniel's by the
back of the head.]
DD: He's pulling my hair!
[The referee looks skeptical, but before he can admonish Sinister,
Danny kicks Sin's bad leg out from under him and begins to pick up
Sinister for something or another, but Big Sin does a most unexpected
small package, Danny kicks out at one, thanks to Sinister's right leg
being in terrible shape, but DD is hopping mad.]
DD: He's pulling my tights! [Grabs the referee by the shoulders and
shakes.] You saw, you saw!
CL: The referee warning Danny not to touch him.
DD: Oh my GOD! Sinistro's evil ways are contagious!
CL: Danny Daniels tenous grasp of reality has left the building.
FH: How do you figure? I know I feel a sudden urge to commit evil
actions thanks Sinister's terrible form.
DD: SEE! Even that old guy over there with the talky thing is being
turned evil!
FH: He means you Chip.
CL: [Audible sigh.] While Daniels is lamenting his loss of
innocence...
FH: Put a little more purple into your prose.
CL: ...Sinister has managed to get up and is looming behind Daniels.
[Danny is hopping up and down, almost in hysterics at the prospect of
becoming "evil" when he turns around. A big, heaping helping of
Sinister's forehead is there to greet "Your Hero" and the force of the
headbutt knocks Danny on his butt.]
DD: Stop using your illegal block head!
CL: Danny standing up to Sinister... and back down thanks to a
headbutt!
DD: I SAID STOP! STOP HIM REF GUY!
CL: And down again! Danny staggers up and looks like he is going to
lodge another protest.
[Indeed, Danny is wobbly and woozy but not deterred. Instead, Sinister
picks Danny up and somehow manages to press him up, showing off his
ability to withstand pain and his strength. Unfortunately for Big Sin,
his right knee doth protest too much and he comes tumbling down with
Danny on top.]
CL: The referee has a count...
ONE
BLANK SPACE GOES HERE
TWO
SENTENCE THAT TEASES
T... KICKOUT
CL: Surprising two plus count for a simple botched press slam.
FH: Chip! Chip!
[The shot changes to Chip and Fred, with Fred shaking Chip like an au
pere on a nanny cam.]
CL: W-w-w-what is it Fred?
FH: My notes! They're from the future! It says here to buy stock in
something called YUGO and there is a mysterious SB on the page.
CL: NOBODY KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!
[Meanwhile, back to the ring. Danny is stomping away on Sinister's bad
knee, having recovered a tad earlier than Sinister. The One Man
Chicago Massacre is trying to roll away from Daniels. Daniels puts a
stop to this by grabbing Sin's bad leg and yanking it as if it were a
lawn mower chord. Danny isn't statisfied with just pulling Sin's knee
though...
CL: Danny with an elbow to Sin's bad knee.
FH: And another one.
CL: And a third! Daniels up to his feet and seems to be celebrating.
[Sinister bellows from the pain and Danny pats himself on the back,
happy with his work thus far.]
DD: Yay me!
CL: And Danny taking a bow... and now he's moving to all four sides of
the ring to take a bow for his "adoring" public.
[The audience takes umbrage with Daniels celebration. While Danny is
congratulating himself, Sinister is forced to watch and it is plain to
see something has clicked in Big Sin's brainmeats. Sinister has been
pushed to the edge. An angry look crosses the Chicago native's face
and he rises off the mat, bad leg be damned.]
CL: Sinister turning Daniels around and one palm strike to the face,
two palm strikes to the face, three palm strikes to the face. Daniels
flailing about wildly as he keeps getting smacked in the face.
FH: Open handed strikes? THAT is why Sinister needs to learn from
Daniels!
CL: Daniels is swinging away... and Sin giving Double D a knee to the
gut. Oh, that must have hurt Sin as it was his bad knee he drove into
the breadbasket of Daniels.
DD: ...foul...
FH: Gut? Sinistro cheated once again and the PVW conspiracy that has
failed to take down Gibson Hayes is turning its sights on someone
else...
CL: So you're say Daniels isn't on Gibson's level.
FH: NO! I'm saying Danny doesn't have, um Todd Johnstone and, because
of that, um, NO! Danny's great and PVW sucks!
CL: So you won't be taking that PVW paycheck, in protest, I take it.
FH: I... well... um, you're stupid Chip!
CL: Fred Hoyle, ladies and gentlemen...
[Daniels has been punched all the way to the ropes, but "Your Hero"
isn't about to be stopped by mere punches. Danny bounces off the ropes
and delivers another knee clip as Sinister tried to grab Danny with
both arms. Sinister howls in anger and stands up, shaky but fuelled by
anger. Danny moves to the other set of ropes and bounces off them,
jumping up for a high cross body. Sinister manages to catch Danny
and DD's eyes are as wide as saucers as he is subsequently dumped over
the top rope. Big Sin, most of his current reserves burned up by his
latest stand, goes down on his good knee and takes deep breaths.]
CL: I really don't know how much is left in Sinister's tank.
FH: It isn't as if he's using premium grade either; I bet he buys
cheap gass from Achmed's Discount Gas and Bio-Weapons, exit 73 in
Marionsville...
CL: FRED!
FH: What? I'm just talking about Achmed's Discount Gas and...
[Fred's microphone goes on the fritz as we see Sinister rolling out of
the ring. Daniels is rubbing his shoulder, as he must have hit the
ground on his right shoulder and is now rubbing it to make it feel
better. Yes, that's it, he's rubbing it to make it feel better.
Sinister moves over to Daniels and picks him up by the hair, then Sin
proceeds to whip DD into the southeastern ring steps. Danny makes a
loud thud and Sinister stomps over to Danny. Give credit to Daniels,
as he waits until Sinister is about to pick him up to whack Big Sin in
the testicles. Sinister doubles over in man pain while Danny sweeps
the leg.]
Random crowd member: GET HIM A BODY BAG, YEAH!
COBRA KAI DO OR DIE AUDIENCE REACTION!
FH: Is that William Zabka over there by that fat lady in a turquoise
mumu?
CL: Who?
[Danny screams something about the Yellow Lantern Corps and picks
Sinister up by the head and tries to launch Sinister into the ring
steps, but Sin pushes Danny and Daniels ends up hitting the steel
steps shoulder first.]
DD: OW! I won't give into you, Sinistro!
[Whether Danny will give in or not, the ring steps have been knocked
over and Sinister is getting up. Danny winces but charges Chicago's
Non-Marvel Sinister, but the bigger man catches Danny and plants him
into the ground with a spinebuster. Sinister and Danny lay on the
ground for a short time before Sinister he climbs back into the ring.
Danny, wobbly gets up, looks around, then asks the audience where
Sinister disappeared to this time.]
DD: You can't escape justice, you cheating cheater cheat!
CL: The referee is giving lee-way to the wrestlers on the outside and
Sinister is taking advantage of this reprieve by sucking in as much
air as possible while doubled over.
FH: Being a big blob of suck is nothing new to Sinister. He _NEEDS_
Danny's help to turn away from a life of crime and mediocrity.
CL: Danny looks under the ring and, well, he's looking under our desk
but finally he has spotted Sinister recouperating in the ring. Double
D slides into the ring and makes a bee line towards Sinister. Double
axe handle... Sin catches Danny and plants him with a reverse atomic
drop! Danny bouncing on the balls of his feet as he grabs his tender
areas.
FH: Speak English Chip!
[While Danny is left to wonder, through the haze of pain, whether or
not there will ever be little heroes, Sinister just cold cocks Danny
with a meaty right cross that spins the hero 360, releasing a stream
of spit and sweat from his head, before he lands on the mat.]
WE ENJOY VIOLENCE AND OTHER BASE PAST TIMES LIKE KITTEN JUGGLING
POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT OF SINISTER'S ACTION!
CL: I think I see Danny's left foot twitching.
FH: I think I found a gold tooth! YOINK!
CL: Sinister is not finished! He limps over to Danny and, he can't be
thinking what I think he is thinking.
FH: I think you think that he thinks that you think he is thinking
exactly what he wants to think.
CL: Say what... nevermind. Sinister picking up Danny's dead weight and
he cinches him in a front chancery but Danny starts to come to and
those eyes of Danny have come giant white saucers of panic. Danny
punching the sides of Big Sin but the Second City native forcing Danny
up into a vertical suplex!
FH: Not so fast, Kangaroo Jack, look at that right knee!
[Indeed, Sinister's right knee begins to fold like the Kansas City
Chiefs in anything resembling a football game, finally buckling with
Sinister on the wrong end of a pinfall attempt.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
CL: No Big Daddy Sin just kicked out.
* DING * DING *
FH: Not in time Lester. Our hero has brought justice!
THE FANS HAVE JUST REALIZED THAT DANIELS WON ROARING BOOO'S!
CL: Danny Daniels isn't even sure that he won.
FH: Of course he realizes it. This is the man who stood toe-to-toe
with Jack Griffin.
[Danny Daniels eyes are as wide as golf balls as the referee walks
over and raises his hand. He then leaps up and points his finger
towards the fallen Chicago warrior.]
DD: I TOLD YOU SINESTRO!
CL: And Danny Daniels adding a-bit of insult in.
FH: Hey Sinister is now PROPERTY of Daniels!
CL: I wouldn't say that. He is forced to become Danny Daniels
"protege" for a short time, but Sinister walks to his own beat.
FH: In just a few weeks we will see a changed man. No more Sinestro
...
[Sinister now back to his feet and stands looking across the ring at
Danny Daniels. He looks down realizing the road that is ahead of him.
He then turns and steps between the ropes as the fans give the big man
a huge applause.]
CL: Sinister has fought this nagging knee injury for months. Most men
would take time off, but Sinister has fought through it and ignored
the pain.
FH: It's karma Chip. You mess with karma and practice evil ways like
Sinister ... Then it finally catches up with you.
[Danny Daniels now has his Supreme title and he demands the referee
wraps it around his waist as you can hear - "I'LL NEVER LOSE THIS
TITLE!" As the referee finishes snapping it behind his back he walks
around the ring and leaps up on the turnbuckles. Sinister finally
making his way up the aisle way turns and the two men trade a stare.
Daniels smiles knowing Sinister is now his protege.]
CL: It's going to be a hard few months for Sinister. I can barley
stand the time we have with Danny Daniels each and every Heatwave.
However imagine having to work under the loud mouth?
FH: Hey watch what you say about such greatness. I told you he was
going to cure Sinister of his evil ways.
CL: Listen to these fans give Sinister their support.
[Sinister who is now outside the ring shakes his head in
disappointment, but hugs a young fan in the front row and slaps the
hands as he limps towards the back.]
CL: Folks there isn't a more classy human being then Sinister.
FH: That statement will be correct after Danny Daniels is done with
him!
[Backstage, "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana's normally incarnadine
face has turned to a rubicund shade of sanguine. Between two massive
muttonchops, his thin lips are trembling. There's a twitch in his eye,
and veins pop out of his neck and forehead. But when he addresses his
blond and nonchalant brother in law, his voice is barely a raspy
whisper.]
Fontana: What was that?
HTL: What was what?
Fontana: What... [A deep breath.] What just happened. What was _that_?
HTL: I think Hindus and Buddhists call it "Karma." It's often confused
with "a bitch" for some reason.
["Il Eterno" purses his lips, his nostrils flare, then he draws
another long breath in an attempt to simmer down.]
Fontana: Are you making fun of me, cousin?
HTL: Relax man, I'm just teasing you a little. After all, isn't that
what brothers do to each other?
Fontana: Maybe, but _before_ they go on a razz-fest, they WATCH EACH
OTHER'S BACKS!!!
[With the sudden burst of screams comes a spray of saliva that covers
"Hellraiser" Tom Landis' face with a fresh coat of moisturizer.
Blinded, he closes his eyes, cocks his head and feels around in search
of something to wipe his face with.]
Fontana: He came from behind, _brother_. Right in front of you. You
could have stopped him.
HTL: I could have. But rob you of a clean victory? That's not what
I'm about.
[Tom's fingers find a makeshift towel. Once his face is dried, Landis
lets go of Perry's orange and red boxer's robe. "Le Phenix" looks down
at the moisture stain on the front of his robe, then back up at his
brother-in-law with hate filled eyes.]
Fontana: You're my brother, now, and I _love_ you... but all you had
to do was warn me he was coming at me from behind. That's the very
definition of "watching your brother's back."
HTL: Hey, you seemed so confident I figured I was free to sign a few
autographs...
Fontana: Emilie... She's so happy to see us teaming up, my
_brother_... We have to win this match. We _HAVE_ to WIN!
HTL: I completely agree.
Fontana: If we win this match, cousin, we reach the finals. And in the
finals, I'd eventually be _forced_ to... PUNCH my brother in the
MOUTH!! My brother that I _love_ so... [A snarl] ...dearly. I'd have
to... _SMASH_ my _brother_ in the NOSE with my _elbow_, aaahhh
ouais... and I'd have NO OTHER CHOICE!!
HTL: No other choice. None.
Fontana: Emilia, she'd _understand_. She'd know how much I _love_
you...
HTL: No doubt about it.
Fontana: She'd _know_ I'd have no other choice.
HTL: She would. She'd be a little mad about how I had to take her
precious new husband on a tour through Chicago's two suburbs,
Thunderbomb 1 and 2. But I like to think she wouldn't hold that much
of a grudge over it.
Fontana: In time, she'd see I _had_ to do it to WIN THE _BLOOD_
BOWL!!! AAAHHH OUAIS!
HTL: ... There was no way around knocking out her husband to get my
hand raised at the end of the night...
Fontana: I didn't _really_ want to RIP MY BROTHER'S _ARM_ OFF, because
I _love_ him...
HTL: And he's really grown to... _love_ his brother, too...
Fontana: Ah! AHH! Now that's good news, aaahhh ouais! Because Cox and
Spectre...
HTL: They won't stop us from reaching that elimination chamber. Family
is too... important.
Fontana: _Famiglia_ viene PRIMA!!
HTL: That's right. Family comes first. These Toronto fans will think
they're looking at the "Fantastic Fontana Brothers" reborn.
Fontana: And they'll weep when their hometown boy Cox succumbs to "La
Bombe F!"
HTL: Bring back "The Fontana Bomb?" Yeah, I think we can do that. We
can definitely do that.
Fontana: Good. La famille d'abord. Let's go, _brother_.
["Deathless" Perry Fontana flips the hood of his robe back over his
luxuriant head of hair, and departs, side by side with "Hellraiser"
Tom Landis, united by a strange bond of family and loathing, ready to
unleash "Everlasting Hell" upon PVW.]
CL: This is going to be a lot of fun.
FH: Poor Perry being saddled with Tom Landis. You gotta feel for the
guy you really do Chip.
CL: I totally agree Fred. I feel sorry for Tom Landis.
FH: Don't make me smash my brother announcer in the nose.
CL: Don't get too excited over there Fred. We wouldn't want you to
throw your hip out.
FH: Oh you bastard.
CL: Up next, the qualifying matches for the Blood Bowl continue in
what is definitely an unusual alignment of teams.
FH: This is gonna be awesome! Caleb Foley is about to be squished
like a bug between two of the biggest, baddest men on the planet with
the most vicious sadist in the world thrown in for good measure!!
Talk about being thrown to the wolves, this is gonna be great!!
CL: It does look a little daunting for PVW's favorite Irishman as he's
paired up with WMI's newest recruit, William Craven, as they square
off against two of WMI's deadliest members, Xavier Feyr and Marcus
Manson!
FH: It'll be WMI solidarity all over as Craven, Feyr, and Manson are
gonna annihilate Foley and then... ummm...
CL: Then what, Fred?
FH: Honestly, I don't know. It all depends on what Marley wants to
have happen but if he wants Feyr and Manson to advance, I'm sure
Craven won't stand in their way. And if he wants Craven to advance,
then Feyr and Manson will step aside. Either way, the one thing you
won't see tonight is any Widowmakers butting heads, no sir!
CL: Not even with Marcus Manson's visible difficulties with some of
the things that have happened to the Widowmakers lately? I don't know
it'll be smooth sailing amongst the Widowmakers as you might want it
to be, Fred. We haven't...
[Before Chip can continue, "Sympathy For The Devil" begins blaring
over the loudspeakers and the arena erupts in a loud chorus of booing
and jeers. All heads turn toward the entrance curtains where
"Showtime" Rick Marley appears wearing street clothes and a smug,
arrogant grin.]
FH: All right! I think we're about to find out just how this is gonna
play out and we'll hear it from the leader of the Widowmakers
himself!!
[Fred's analysis of the situation is spot-on as Marley's smile grows
while he saunters down the aisle. He seems to be enjoying the
avalanche of booing that the fans inflict on him as he cynically waves
them on with both hands, encouraging them to be even louder in their
disapproval.]
CL: Rick Marley coming down to ringside and... I've just been handed
an extra headset so I guess he's going to be joining us for guest
commentary during this match.
FH: YES! Life just got a whole lot more interesting!!
[The swagger in Marley's walk grows even more exaggerated as he
approaches ringside. Hoyle stands and extends a hand which Marley
shakes while Chip remains seated. Marley chuckles as he dons a
headset and takes a seat on the opposite side of Hoyle from Lester.]
RM: What's the matter, Chip? You don't look all that pleased to see
me.
CL: With all dues respect, Rick, you've been responsible for an awful
lot of pain and misery lately.
RM: You say that like it's a bad thing! You’ve got to admit, we keep
the place more interesting.
FH: HA! You tell 'im, Rick!!
CL: But seeing as you're joining us for this match, care to let us in
on exactly what the Widowmakers have planned? There are, after all,
three of your allies involved with one of them on the opposite side of
the ring from two others.
RM: Well since you asked, Chip... no, I'm not going to let you know
what I have planned because as someone once told me, it always pays to
keep 'em guessing.
CL: The Widowmakers playing this one close to the vest so far... let's
go to the ring for the introductions...
[With that, the camera pans over to Herk Douglas who is standing in
the middle of the ring with microphone in hand.]
HD: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a Blood Bowl Qualifying
Match and is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing
first...
["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's begins playing over the
P.A. system as the arena is immediately filled with a deafening cheer.
In the entrance, a hooded man walks into view bouncing lightly on his
feet in time to the rhythm of the music.]
HD: ...hailing from Dublin, Ireland... standing six feet, one inches
tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, here is...
[The man's head is down so that his face is completely covered but
after a moment, he raises his head to reveal that it is none other
"The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley. The crowd's cheering grows even
louder as Foley pulls the hood back off of his head to reveal his
reddish hair is completely slicked back and his face is decorated by a
full red beard with a black goatee. Foley begins to walk down the
aisle but then stops, bends down and pounds his knuckles on the ground
before pointing up to the sky just as a huge explosion of pyrotechnics
explodes behind him.]
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HD: THE CELTIC CRIPPLER....
CALEB FOLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Most of the fans are on their feet, cheering at a deafening volume as
Foley walks down to the ring where he takes off his hooded jacket.
Tossing it aside, Foley glares over at Marley at the announce table
before sliding underneath the bottom ropes. Rising to his feet, he
continues to watch Marley closely as he walks to the far corner where
he takes off his "Kiss Me I'm Irish" T-shirt and throws it out into
the crowd. As the music dies down, Foley begins to stretch against
the ropes in his corner.]
FH: I can't wait to see what you have planned for this moron!
RM: Actually... nothing, really.
FH: What?
RM: Meh, Foley's not even on my radar at this point.
HD: And introducing his tag team partner...
*WHUMP-ump-ump*
[With the sound of a thunderclap, the lights go out and the arena is
plunged into darkness. The sound of the wind can be heard, pumped in
through the PA system. Recognizing who this represents, the crowd
begins to boo and jeer.]
HK: ...hailing from Detroit, Michigan...
*Thump-thump*
[Red letters knit into existence on PVW's video wall, reading "It Gets
Worse!" before unraveling to form a single red line. The sounding of
a horrible heartbeat is heard, the line reverberating with every sound
played over the PA.]
HK: ...weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds...
# I'm over it! #
[Those words, screamed in a-cappela by one David Draiman, precede only
briefly an explosion of sound as "Forsaken" bursts out of the PA
system and into the arena. The camera angle switches as tension
builds; red spotlights brightly illuminating the entrance portal and
the crowd waits. Abruptly, an intense shower of blood-red sparks
sprays out from before the entrance portal, threatening to set the
whole arena on fire. Rising on a platform from beneath this flaming
masterpiece emerges a cloaked figure amidst a billowing cloud of
smoke. Reptilian blue eyes highlight the shoulders of his black vinyl
robe. Turning, he seems to, himself, stop the flames from shooting.
His hooded head stares down at his gnarled hands, bound as they are
in red gauze, clutching a wooden katana in them.]
# You see I cannot be forsaken, #
# Because I'm not the only one, #
# We walk amongst you feeding, raping... #
# Must we hide from everyone? #
[The cloaked figure raises his wooden sword high above his head but
suddenly is thrown forward as another figure rushes up from behind and
smashes a folded steel chair across the back of his head.]
*CLANK!*
CL: That's Xavier Feyr! Feyr just attacked William Craven from behind
with a steel chair!!
FH: Ummm... was this part of the plan, Rick? 'Cuz if it is, I'm...
uhhh... I'm confused.
RM: Actually, Xavier's improvising this bit all on his own.
[At the top of the aisle, a brutal scene is revealed as the arena
lights come on once more. "Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr can be seen raising
a dented steel chair overhead before smashing it down on top of the
skull of William Craven whose cloak billows around him as he staggers
forward several paces.]
CL: Ooh! And another chairshot to the head of William Craven as
Xavier Feyr is going after him with a vengeance!
[A third shot to Craven's skull leaves the steel chair a crumpled ruin
as Feyr tosses it aside and grabs the bigger man by the back of the
head, ramming his face down onto the top of one of the guardrails.
Craven staggers further down the aisle, dropping his wooden sword as
Feyr stalks after him with a murderous expression on his face.]
CL: Xavier Feyr and William Craven have fought each other several
times in the past with the two of them trading victories back and
forth. And if this is some kind of welcome to the Widowmakers, Feyr
is certainly delivering that message with gusto!
[In the aisle, Craven looks slightly dazed as he stumbles towards the
ring. Feyr grabs his black cloak and tears it off of the big man
while in the ring, Caleb Foley looks on in confusion.]
FH: I don't get it, Rick. Is this some kind of WMI hazing ritual?
RM: Nope. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, this match really isn't
Widowmaker business at all.
FH: What?? Just what, exactly, did you tell these guys to do???
RM: Nothing. They're on their own for this one.
[Just as Craven reaches ringside, Feyr rushes up and crashes into him
from behind, hurtling the big man forward so that he slams face-first
into the side of the ring apron.]
CL: Ouch! Well if they're allies outside the bounds of this match,
they certainly aren't on friendly terms right now.
RM: They didn't need to be QUITE so much on their own...
["Rooster" by Alice In Chains begins to play over the loudspeakers as
Feyr continues to stomp and kick the kneeling Craven at ringside.
Interestingly, the sound of the music sparks mostly boos but a
smattering of cheers from the crowd as a huge figure of a man steps
through the entrance curtains.]
CL: Here comes Marcus Manson but he doesn't even get an introduction
as Herk Douglas has abandoned the ring while Xavier Feyr continues to
work over William Craven. Caleb Foley has no idea what to make of
this...
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CL: ...AND HERE COMES FOLEY!
[Deciding that action is needed, Foley charges across the ring and
slides under the bottom rope so that his feet smash into the chest of
Xavier Feyr. The force of the blow sends Feyr flying backward into
the guard railing as Foley lands on his feet on the outside of the
ring beside Craven. At the top of the aisle, Manson snarls and
begins running toward the ring.]
CL: The match is officially underway but I have no idea as to exactly
who is the legal man as no one is currently IN the ring right now.
Foley trying to help Craven into the ring but the green-skinned
monster merely shakes him off.
FH: Hit 'im, Craven! Smash that ugly Irish mug into pieces!!
[Craven has no intention of doing that nor does he want to get into
the ring either as he charges forward to meet Feyr who leaps toward
him once more. The two men immediately begin flailing horrific
punches at one another while Foley decides to meet Manson head-on.
The Dublin native charges up the aisle and launches himself at
the man once known as "The Misery Machine".]
CL: Foley with a cross bodyblock on Manson... NO! Manson's caught
him... AND THROWS HIM AT THE RING!!
FH: IT'S A LONG BOMB! GOING... GOING... GONE!!
[In an incredible display of strength, Manson lifts Foley overhead and
hurls him through the air and between the bottom and middle ropes to
send the Irishman tumbling across the mat.]
RM: See? Now you've got someone in the ring! Thanks, Marcus!
CL: The raw power of Marcus Manson cannot be underestimated as he just
tossed all two hundred and twenty-five pounds of Caleb Foley like he
was a rag doll!
[A massive kick by Craven doubles Feyr over and drops him to the floor
but the green-skinned monster doesn't get much time to celebrate as
Manson grabs one arm and pulls him close only to bowl him over with
the other outstretched arm.]
CL: Short-arm clothesline by Manson and that knocked Craven down when
three chairshots didn't!
RM: In Xavier's defense, that clothesline did come AFTER the
chairshots.
FH: Rick... if you've let these guys loose for this match, aren't you
worried they're gonna hurt each other... and weaken WMI in the
process?
RM: Crucible of fire, Fred. And what better fire to test ourselves
against than our own... besides, I don't know if I could have stopped
Feyr from going after everyone. He doesn’t exactly have an 'off'
switch.
[With the referee leaning out between the ropes and admonishing the
brawlers at ringside, Manson studiously ignores him and pulls Craven
to his feet before rolling him under the bottom rope and into the
ring. Feyr immediately follows and immediately pounces on top of
Craven once more, hammering away at the heavier man's head with
repeated punches and forearm strikes.]
CL: We've finally gotten the action into the ring but Xavier Feyr's
assault on William Craven seems to have taken its toll on the newest
Widowmaker. Foley reluctantly stepping out onto the ring apron as it
appears that Feyr and Craven will be the official men in the ring for
their respective teams.
[Manson climbs up onto the apron in his team's corner and looks on as
Feyr kneels over Craven and grabs the sides of heavier man's head with
both hands so that he can ram the back of the skull repeatedly down
into the canvas. Craven's eyes glaze over momentarily as Feyr pulls
him up and then immediately doubles him over with a kick to the
stomach. Trapping Craven's head under his arm, Feyr immediately
drives the top of the skull down into the mat once more by falling
onto his back.]
CL: DDT! And a high-impact one at that!!
FH: Beautiful! I mean, ouch! I mean... I'm so confused!!
CL: Everything Feyr's been doing so far has been to target William
Craven's head.
RM: That's a pretty thick cranium to try and dent. Trust me, I know
from rather painful experience.
[Craven lies face-down on the canvas, moving slowly, as Feyr quickly
rolls to his feet and dashes into a neutral corner. Scaling the ropes
to climb up onto the top turnbuckle, Feyr turns to face inward toward
the middle of the ring as he waits for Craven to rise.]
CL: Feyr on the top rope now and he's lining up for some kind of high-
risk maneuver.
RM: Xavier's known for hitting legdrops off the top rope but he's
letting Bill get up so I don't think that's what he's going for.
Whatever he does, I'm going to make a bold prediction...
FH: What's that?
RM: He's gonna aim for the head. Highly focused, that's our Xavier!
CL: Wait a second... I just noticed something... where's Lilith J.
Pain?
FH: Hey, that's right! I was looking forward to... ummm... admiring
her assets, so to speak.
RM: You're drooling, Fred. And Lilith is currently engaged in other
WMI businessthat you don't need to know about.
[In the ring, Craven finally rises to his feet and Feyr launches
himself off the top turnbuckle. But as Feyr flies feet-first towards
his intended target, Craven clumsily flails both arms at his smaller
opponent, shoving the legs aside and forcing "Bloodlust" to slam down
painfully onto his side.]
CL: MISSILE DROPKICK... BUT CRAVEN SWATTED IT ASIDE LIKE IT WAS A
BUG!!
FH: You just called Xavier Feyr a bug? Man, I hope your life
insurance is fully paid!!
RM: Heh, nice one, Fred.
FH: I try.
[Feyr rolls across the canvas, grimacing in pain as he clutches his
ribs. Craven stumbles sideways a step before reaching up with one
hand and touching his forehead. A small split has opened on his
eyebrow and Craven touches his fingers to it, holding his hand in
front of him to examine the blood on his fingertips.]
CL: Feyr could have knocked William Craven for a loop with that
attempted missile dropkick but Craven's suffered a cut from the
assault he's suffered already.
RM: Bill always bleeds, haven't you been paying attention? Usually
he's the one responsible but him bleeding isn't anything new.
[Foley leans across the top rope and extends a hand, asking to be
tagged in but Craven ignores him as he advances on Feyr. Feyr pushes
himself up onto his knees and fires a punch into the bigger man's
belly but Craven shrugs it off as he viciously kicks the smaller man
in the face. Feyr flops backward and rolls onto his stomach only for
Craven to reach down and grab his legs.]
CL: Craven with a hold on Feyr's feet and could he be going for a
submission maneuver?
[Nothing so complicated as Craven tucks the back of Feyr's legs under
his arms and grabs the smaller man by the sides of his waist. Falling
backward, Craven then heaves Feyr up and over so that "Bloodlust" is
sent wind-milling through the air to slam heavily onto the back of his
neck and shoulders.]
CL: WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! WITH AUTHORITY!!
RM: See what I mean? You can break a chair over Bill's head and he'll
still come after you.
[With a small thread of blood trickling down the side of his nose,
Craven's appearance is even more monstrous as he rises to his feet and
stands over Feyr. Looking over at the commentators' table, Craven
spots Marley for the first time... and gives a friendly wave!]
RM: Heh, hi there, Bill. Don't get distracted.
CL: Unbelievable that after more than two years of unrelenting warfare
that William Craven would now actually BE a member of the Widowmakers.
RM: He couldn't beat us, so he joined us. Is that so surprising?
CL: Highly disappointing in my opinion.
RM: Newflash, Chip. Nobody asked. Go cry on somebody else’s time.
[Feyr sits up and Craven grabs a handful of his lanky red-dyed hair.
Wrenching on the hair with one hand, Craven yanks the smaller man to
his feet while holding his other hand out and flexing his fingers.
The free hand is rammed forward where it locks around Feyr's skull in
a vice-like grip as Craven squeezes with all his might.]
CL: THE CLAW? Since when did William Craven start using the claw??
RM: What's even more impressive is that he's using the hand that I
broke so badly.
[Grimacing in pain, Feyr struggles to break himself free but Craven
grabs his own wrist and exerts even more pressure. The referee dances
around the two trying to get a better view but is blocked by Craven's
large frame when Feyr drives a knee up into the bigger man's crotch.]
CL: Low blow!
[Craven winces but doesn't release his grip until Feyr repeats the
maneuver two more times, repeatedly ramming his knee up into the
green-skinned monster's groin.]
RM: I don't care how big or strong you are... get hit in the cojones
often enough and you'll feel it.
CL: You should know... it's one of your staple moves!
RM: Can't argue with success, Chip...
FH: I always say that exact thing!
[Feel it he does as Craven lets go of Feyr's head and stumbles
backward, covering up his injured privates as he doubles over. Feyr
immediately jumps up and twists in mid-air so that his foot whiplashes
around and smashes into the side of Craven's skull.]
CL: Enzuigiri! But that knocks Craven into his own corner... and
Caleb Foley tags himself in!!
[This draws a huge cheer from the crowd as Foley rushes into the ring
and knocks Feyr flat onto his back with an outstretched arm.
Temporarily dazed, Craven rolls out onto the ring apron where he
simply lies there.]
CL: Clothesline by Foley!
[Wasting no time, Foley falls down on top of Feyr so that the point of
his elbow is driven down into "Bloodlust's" sternum. Rolling to his
feet quickly, Foley repeats the maneuver.]
CL: Elbow drop! And another!
[Maintaining his momentum, Foley grabs Feyr and pulls him up only to
step up beside him and lock him up with his arm and one leg. Standing
side by side, Foley than falls backward and sweeps Feyr's legs out
from under him so that the back of the shorter man's head is slammed
down onto the unforgiving canvas.]
CL: Side Russian legsweep and Caleb Foley has taken charge!
FH: More like feeding off of the scraps from Bill Craven's table!!
RM: Uh, Fred? That's not really a mental image I'd like to have
formed in my head. Think about it.
[With Feyr on the defensive, Foley grabs an arm and yanks him to his
feet. Scooping the shorter man up, Foley then drops him spine-first
across his bent knee. Maintaining his grip on Feyr, Foley picks him
up and drops him across his knee again and then repeats the move one
more time for good measure before letting his victim fall to the
canvas.]
CL: Three backbreakers in a row! Foley targeting Feyr's spine and
while Xavier Feyr may have a high tolerance for pain, no one's
vertebrae can withstand that much punishment without feeling it!!
RM: Smart move by the "Celtic Crippler" as if he hurts Xavier's back,
Xavier won't be able to use his high impact moves as well.
[Feyr lies on his stomach and massages his lower back but Foley walks
over to him and drops down so that the point of his knee slams right
into the smaller man's spine.]
CL: Kneedrop to the spine! Now that's GOTTA hurt!!
[Foley rises to his feet once more reaches down to grab Feyr by the
back of the head. But as Feyr is drawn up to his knees, the red-
haired sadist grabs the front of the Irishman's trunks and falls
backward so that Foley is pulled face-first into the turnbuckles.]
CL: Oh! Desperation move by Xavier Feyr as he managed to ram Caleb
Foley's face right into that top turnbuckle!
RM: Ring positioning. Always know where you are no matter how badly
you're hurt. Xavier's one of the best at that.
[With Foley momentarily stunned, Feyr takes advantage of the respite
to quickly crawl into his corner where he slaps the outstretched palm
of Marcus Manson. On the opposite side of the ring, a battered
William Craven has finally managed to stand upright on the ring apron
in his team's corner.]
CL: There's the tag and now Manson is in the ring!
FH: Yessssssss! Clubberize him, Marcus!!
[Manson moves quickly as he charges across the ring and slams his
raised knee into the stomach of Caleb Foley with such force that the
young Irishman is driven backward into the corner turnbuckles.]
CL: Running kneelift to the stomach and Foley goes down!
RM: I believe Marcus calls that the "Kitchen Sink" maneuver.
FH: Whatever he calls it, it's devastating!!
[Taking a moment to stomp the Irishman in the chest a few times,
Manson reaches down and pulls him up by one arm, sending Foley into
the opposite ropes with a powerful Irish whip. As Foley rebounds back
into the middle of the ring, his head is snapped back by the powerful
impact of a heavy foot that smashes into his jaw.]
CL: YAKUZA KICK AND THAT NEARLY TOOK FOLEY'S HEAD OFF!
RM: I think that was the general idea.
[Manson yanks Foley up once more and sends him into the ropes with
another Irish whip. But a chance miscalculation puts Foley within
reach of Craven who reaches out and slaps the Irishman in the back.
The referee notices and acknowledges the tag but Manson doesn't as
he's focused on Foley who rebounds back toward him. As Foley
approaches, Manson catches him with both hands and tosses him up into
the air as if he were a small child. As Foley begins to fall, Manson
then grabs him around the waist and flips forward to smash the
Irishman's back into the canvas with enough force to shake the entire
ring.]
CL: FLAPJACK SPINEBUSTER! MANSON CAUGHT FOLEY WITH THAT DEVASTATING
SPINEBUSTER!!
RM: You don't have to shout, Chip. You're wearing a microphone, we
can all hear you.
[Foley lies flat on his back, clearly stunned as Manson rises to his
feet. But his triumph is short-lived as William Craven charges
forward and smashes into the taller man with an outstretched arm that
drives Manson backward into the top rope. Standing in his team's
corner, Xavier Feyr manages to reach out and slap Manson on
the shoulder but seconds later, Craven slams into the bigger man once
again with another clothesline that flips him over the top rope and
tumbling down to the arena floor.]
CL: Feyr manages to make the tag... but Craven knocks Manson right out
of the ring!!
FH: Isn't that where this whole match started??
[Feyr charges at Craven and forces him back a few steps with a wild
flurry of vicious punches but the green-skinned monster grabs the
smaller man's head with one hand and drives his forehead down into his
victim's skull.]
CL: Headbutt by Craven and Feyr falls backward. But... what is Craven
doing now??
[Gasping for breath, Foley had managed to stagger into his corner and
step out onto the ring apron. But after staring down at Manson on the
arena floor for a moment, Craven stalks over and slaps the Irishman
across the back of his forearm.]
CL: Craven's tagged out... but why??
RM: Oh, boy! I've seen that look before!!
[Turning back toward the direction of the aisle, Craven charges across
the ring and hurls himself between the ropes so that he crashes into
Manson sending both men back into the guard rails.]
*KRASSSHHH!!!*
CL: SUICIDE DIVE BY CRAVEN AND HE JUST WIPED OUT MARCUS MANSON!!
FH: Wiped out Manson? He just wiped himself out!!
RM: I told you I've seen that look before. Of course, Marcus doesn't
move as quickly as I do but...
CL: At least both legal men are still in the ring but we've got a
literal train wreck here at ringside with Craven lying on top of
Manson... and I think both men are bleeding now.
[In the ring, Feyr rises to his feet and glares down at Craven who is
beginning to stand up on the arena floor. Beside the green-skinned
monster, Manson pushes himself up onto his hands and knees while back
in the ring, Caleb Foley steps between the ropes and faces towards
Feyr who has his back to the Irishman.]
CL: I don't think Xavier Feyr saw Craven tag out to Foley. I believe
he thinks that Craven is still the legal man for his team!
RM: That and Xavier's had only one goal in mind since he jumped Bill
in the aisle.
CL: What goal is that?
RM: Simple. Test himself against William Craven.
[Ignoring Foley, Feyr dashes forward and dives over the top rope to
soar down onto Craven with an outstretched arm.]
CL: SUICIDE CLOTHESLINE! FEYR JUST TOOK OUT CRAVEN!!
FH: What a mess!
RM: Fortunately they didn't go into the guard railing this time so the
damage isn't as extreme. Still... ouch!
[Foley shakes his head in confusion as he surveys the pile of bodies
at ringside. The official begins raising his hands into the air as he
starts counting.]
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
[On his knees now, Manson snarls at the dazed William Craven who is
lying beside himwhile Feyr rolls to one side. Standing upright,
Manson reaches down and yanks Craven to his feet before smashing his
fist into the side of the green-skinned monster's head.]
CL: Manson hammering away at William Craven... and Craven fights
back!! RM: Guys…you might want to take it back into the ring…
[Craven does fire back with a few punches of his own but he's
definitely the worse for wear as several cuts are now visible on his
skull.]
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
[In the ring, Foley steps forward but appears unsure of what to do
next as Manson and Craven continue to slug it out. Craven knocks
Manson backward with a headbutt but is immediately tackled from the
side as Xavier Feyr flies into him.]
RM: No more playing around guys ... BACK INTO THE RING ...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!!!
*DING DING DING DING*
HD: Here are your winners...
RM: Are you KIDDING me?
W I L L I A M C R A V E N A N D C A L E B F O L E Y ! ! !
[The bell doesn't seem to have made a dent in the brawl as the three
Widowmakers battled their way up the aisle and into the back as Caleb
Foley looks on in shock and "Showtime" Rick Marley stands at the
announce table shaking his head.]
RM: Well...didn't see that coming...
[Without further comment, he removes the headset as the camera cuts
to..
Backstage.
We pan in on the cackling of Reverend Julian Caine, his head tilted
back as his laughter reverberates throughout his body, shaking him
practically to the point of convulsions. As the camera pans back
slowly it reveals Chase Williams standing next to him, his arms
crossed. His face snarling..
We pan back further and see the pale slender frame of a man. His body
littered with a smattering of scars and tattoos. A visceral landscape
of a man whose body has seen all the violence of the world that
engulfs him. The term "Ego Commoneo" is scrawled upon the flesh of his
back. Latin for "I Remember". It stares glaring at us as the figure
faces away from camera. We pan back further..
Laying at the feet of the man is noneother than Chris Hartt.. a pool
of blood crawling out from underneath his face down body.]
CL: Who the hell is this guy?! He's _destroyed_ Chris Hartt!
FH: Look at that guy, his body is _ravaged_!
[The large figure leans down, crouching over Hartt. His right arm
comes into frame, a tattoo of a vine of thorns wraps around it from
his elbow down to his fingertips.. this tattoo is barely visible
through the stained crimson blood of Chris Hartt with lays across it
like battlepaint. He drives his fingers into Hartts skull with a
clawhold and effortlessly yanks him back to his unconcious feet.]
CL: It appears the Reverend has added another man to his crusade..
FH: He doesn't exactly fit the bill.. if you catch my drift!
[The figure, clawhold clenched tightly, yanks a prone Hartt up in the
air and drives the back of his skull into the concrete below him.
Hartt's body spasming as he hits the ground crudely.]
CL: Oh. My. Lord.
[_HUGE_ HEEL POP!!!]
[The figure slowly turns, revealing the face of a psycho. Leering
before his handywork. He stares down coldly through the snarls of
matted, greasy, hair that hang damp over his face and shoulders. His
right arm sweeps the hair back out of his face as he admires his deeds
through his cold black eyes. Eyes that lack a soul.]
FH: Holy crap thats the dang "Crown of Thorns"..thats..
[Oh yeah.. the jeers grow _way_ louder.]
CL: ... "ULTRAVIOLENCE" GABRIEL THORN!
[The man who goes by so many names stands before the unconcious Hartt
and continues his glazed stare as Williams and Caine admire his
handywork from behind.]
CL: GOOD GRIEF! .. AND CAINE AND WILLIAMS ARE JUST.. _LAUGHING_!!!
FH: All in the name of the lord, Chip.
[The Devil Incarnate. Evil Reborn. Ultraviolence. He shows no mercy.
He goes to lift the limp body of Hartt off the ground one more time.
One more Crown of Thorns looming in the not-so-distant future. When
suddenly the snarling screech of metal on metal can be heard. Thorn
looks off camera and we swivel suddenly revealing Larry Gionet
entering frame right, a steel chair dragging off the ground next to
him. Thorn's face fills with utter contempt as he stands his ground,
Williams attempts to enter the fray but Caine blocks him with his
right arm.]
Caine: Wait just _one_ second..
[Gionet raises the chair, the PVW Warrior daring Williams and Thorn to
approach.]
CL: Larry Gionet is there and looking to protect Chris Hartt!
FH: What an idiot! You _never_ take on the Lord's Men! Gionet is
marking himself as a dead man right here.
[Thorn remains unmoved. His gaunt black eyes look from the chair back
up to Gionet. For the first time.. the Hell, Michigan resident speaks
within a PVW arena. His voice measured.]
GT: That won't be necessary.
[Thorn motions towards the chair with a nod of the head.]
I'm not a monster.
[Yeah right. BOOS!]
_Despite_ what they say. _Despite_ the hideous names they call me.
_Despite_ my.. my.. reputation. I am _not_ "The Devil Incarnate". I am
_not_ "Evil Reborn". I _don't_ lack a soul. I _don't_ wear the blood
of others with pride. And I am most assuredly.. _not_ to blame for
what just happened.
[WHAT?! Gionet stares on perplexed.]
They call me such terrible names. Such terrible things. They try to
break my spirit. Break my will. Try to tear me down with their
spiteful venom. But my spirit remains steady. My will remains steel.
And why.. you make ask, dear Larry? Why does a man who's faced _such_
adversity.. such trials.. remain resolute?
[Thorn looks down at the lump that is Chris Hartt that lays before
him.]
Because.. I know a secret.
I know something that none of you.. you.. _people_ could even begin to
understand. With you filth riddled brains and tarnished souls. The
whores and slime that ooze into this place like sludge to a gutter.
You all flock, from far and wide to this place. This.. PVW. And for
what? Why?
Glory?
Fame?
Money?
Recognition?
You wear your sins and foolish pride like badges of honor. The blood
soaked fingers and faces of each person back here.. or out there..
[Thorn notions towards the ring area with a bony, bloody, index
finger.]
.. guilty of sins that the Good Reverend has been kind enough to share
with me.
But this man..
[Thorn motions with his head towards the Good Reverend Caine.]
And this man..
[Another nod, this time in Williams direction. Chase still at
attention in case Gionet makes any sudden moves.]
They've been here to see the dismantling of a society first hand.
Through the culture that is this lockeroom. They've witnessed. Bit by
bit. Piece by piece. The slow deterioration and degradation of not
just this federation. Or industry.
But the culture of the very _society_ that surrounds us.
[Thorn looks down, saddened.]
But fear not, Mr. Gionet.
I'm here now to fix the mess you've all created.
I'm here to act as the will of the Good Reverend here.
[Thorn steps closer to Gionet, who's hands grip the chair tighter,
ready to swing at a moment's notice. Thorn is unmoved by this threat.
His body language almost taunting Gionet to actually swing.]
So take my actions a moment ago as the actions of a compassionate man.
Because where I put Mr. Hartt here. Where he's nestled up in the
comforts of his mind..
[Thorn taps his right temple. The blood of Hartt sticking to the side
of his face.]
.. he can live as champion _forever_.
[Thorn looks down at Hartt, his mouth morphing into a frown.]
But when he wakes up.. that dream evaporates.
[Thorn steps in again. Gionet ready to swing.]
I'm hoping he realizes that what I did.. was to set him free from the
cruel reality that faces him. I'm _praying_ that he realizes that what
we're trying to do is free him from the vice grips of reality. From
the cold. Hard. Fact.
That later on.. you two _can't_ win.
That later on.. being in a dream is the best option that faces you two
men.
[Thorn steps back, as Williams and Caine seem to follow suit in step.]
That what we're doing.. is nothing more than the work to help save you
from yourself.
[The three men slip away, leaving Gionet standing there with chair en
tow.]
CL: Thank goodness for Larry Gionet. Chris Hartt's return has been
rocky to say the least and most of that points right at Reverend
Julian Caine and his crusade.
FH: If Chase Williams is the hand of god then who is this other guy we
just saw?
CL: Gabriel Thorne has a very violent reputation and past. His
shocking alliance with any Reverend causes a little unease and
concern.
FH: Well anyone who splits open Chris Hartt is A-OK in my book. Next
up Larry Gionet!
CL: I would like to say we have began to answer the questions of the
night, but with each question that gets answered a new one begins.
Thorne in the same place with Spectre, Feyr, and Craven? God help us
al!
FH: So if Spectre is the Anti Christ and Thorne is the Devil
reincarnate what does that mean?
CL: I hope we don't find out. We now know six of the chamber's
participant and with all this Spectre talk it's time for our final
qualifying match!
HD: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois and Montreal, Quebec,
respectively...
["You Know My Name" resounds in the Air Canada Centre and, indeed, the
local fans know this man's name all too well. Toronto's adopted son,
Tom Landis, wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey, emerges at the top
of the aisle to a ear drum shattering pop!]
HD: The team of "Hellraiser" Tom Landis...
[Close behind "Hellraiser" Tom Landis walks a man who seems
particularly angry. Sporting a blue, white and red Montreal Canadiens'
jersey is a fuming "Deathless" Perry Fontana.]
CL: Tom Landis has been a fixture in Toronto for years, and so has his
wife and her sisters, Fred.
FH: If only he had stayed there, Chip.
[The fans almost pop for him because of his lineage and origins... but
you simply can't wear a Habs jersey in Toronto a earn a cheer. It's
akin to parading through Boston in a Yankees uniform.]
HD: ... and "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana!
[At ringside, Tom Landis removes his #50 "MONSTER" Leafs shirt and
hands it to one hugely grateful kid along the aisle. Unfortunately,
while the child rejoices, Perry "Le Phenix" Fontana snatches the shirt
away. He unfolds the shirt, takes aim and hocks a large loogie onto
the maple shaped logo. Satisfied with his work, "Il Eterno" gives the
jersey back to the now despondent kid while screaming something to
the effect that Gustavsson sucks.]
CL: His night didn't start on the right foot, but this is hallowed
ground for Fontana. His father, Luke Fontana, had a very successful
career in the old CPW territory, based right here in this city.
FH: I hope you're not talking about goody-two-shoes boy-scout Luke
Fontana, Chip.
CL: The very same. If Perry could follow his father's stalwart example
a little more, he could hope for the same kind of future success.
FH: With his current attitude, I think Perry will become much bigger
than his old man.
[Landis wipes his feet and climbs up the apron, posing for the
cheering Toronto fans when he reaches the middle of the ropes. Now in
the ring, Fontana removes his Montreal hockey jersey and stretches on
the ropes, doing his best to ignore his brother in law's blatant
pandering. The Everlasting one still seems extremely angry
about how earlier events unfolded, and he's ready to make someone,
anyone, pay dearly for what happened.]
HD: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!
['You Gotta Fight' by Beastie Boys thunders through the arena as
bright lights flash all over the entranceway.]
'THE DUDE YOU RELATE TOO'
[Flashes across the screen in normal white lettering.]
'YEAH!
KICK IT!
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party '
[As 'You Gotta Fight' continues to rock, 'The Dude You Relate Too'
Mike Cox steps on to the entrance way decked out in simple cut off,
black jean shorts, black knee pads black wrestling boots and a black
t-shirt with the slogan 'Hold My Beer While I Kiss Your Girlfriend'
across the front in white. His hands are taped in white athletic tape
and he doesn't look all that enthused to be here as he scans the crowd
with a sober look.]
'You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight'
'MIKE
COX'
[Splashes across the screen in white lettering as pyros go off to
either side of the less then impressed wrestler. The explosions make
him jump as he curses to himself and shakes his head as he walks down
to the ring.]
HD: First, hailing from "his Mom's basement" in Southern Ontario, he
is "The Dude You Relate To" Mike Cox!
'Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party'
[Once at ringside, Mike Cox walks up the steps, shakes his head and
hops over the top rope. He looks around at the crowd with that
bored/annoyed look again before shaking his head and heading to a
corner. He tugs on his knee pads and checks over his attire before
taking off his t-shirt and handing it to the ringside help. He
stretches his arms and shakes his head, mumbling to himself the whole
time as his music fades.]
HD: And his tag team partner...
[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning. Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.]
HD: Hailing From New York, New York, he is The Spectre!
[A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System. Spectre, clad in a pair of cutoff jeans,
a black t shirt and combat boots stands with his taped forearms held
up at angles away from his pale, scarred body as the combination of
his dark dreadlocks and the red lighting paints a ghastly picture over
the ghoulish wrestler.
As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the aisles. As he reaches
the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up to a run and slides
smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and stalking towards the
ropes in front of the announce table. Climbing to the second rope, he
stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before stepping down
and moving to his corner to await the start of the match.]
|''||''| ,..........................................................
|| /|
|| / | BLOOD BOWL QUALIFIER:
|| __|_ COX & SPECTRE v.
.||. ---- LANDIS & FONTANA
|
'-'.........................................................
[Spectre and Cox look almost like a real tag team standing in their
corner waiting for the bell to ring. Both wear cutoff jean shorts --
Spectre blue and Cox black -- Spectre sports black Doc Marten boots
while Cox wears calf-high black wrestling boots.]
FH: Aw, look. They match!
[Landis and Fontana, across the ring, don't look too far from a real
tag team either, both wearing full lengt tights -- Landis Black with
red and silver lines up the sides and Fontana wears red with orange
and gold striping.]
CL: The referee checks all four men and calls for the bell!
[DING DING DING]
CL: Spectre starts for his team against Fontana.
[Fontana starts jawing at Spectre about how much better he is than
"Ol' Ghosty", spreading his arms out wide.]
CL: Well, it looks like losing the Network title earlier hasn't hurt
Fontana's confidence any.
[Spectre's expression is passionless before hauling off and booting
Fontana in the gut.]
FH: I'm so torn here, Chip.
CL: Heartbreaking. Spectre taking control on Fontana, wrapping him up
in a headlock!
[Spectre pulls Fontana closer to Spectre's half of the ring, and hits
Fontana with a kneelift to the ribs, followed by an elbow to the back
of the neck. ]
FH: Some brutal blows by Spectre, how can this guy make a kneelift
look like it hurts more than a piledriver?
CL: I think you may be exaggerating a little bit there, Fred, but you
have a point. Unless you're here in person and actually hear the smack
of flesh as Spectre beats on an opponent it is hard to describe how
hard this man hits.
[Mike Cox reaches out for a tag as Spectre gets close, and Spectre
doesn't even look at him, instead proceeding to grab Fontana's hair
and drive his face to the mat.]
FH: Sitout facebuster by Spectre, and he goes for the cover!
ONE!
CL: Not even close, Fontana kicks out pretty easily at one. Spectre
stays on top of him though, wrapping him up in another headlock as
Fontana struggles to his feet.
FH: Fontana elbows Spectre in the ribs, but Spectre doesn't let go of
the headlock.
[Fontana manages to get a hand on Spectre's wrist, and somehow flips
him into a grounded armbar.]
CL: Counter by Fontana! But Spectre gets the ropes!
[Fontana releases the hold but rolls away closer to his corner.
Spectre gets to a knee and glares across the ring at Fontana. Fontana
motions him to come at him, and Spectre rises.]
FH: Spectre and Fontana eye each other for a moment, and both men
charge!
CL: They collide mid-ring and land in a tumble, both men pounding on
each other.
[Both men make it back to their feet, trading blows all the while. ]
CL: Fontana and Spectre trading some stiff shots here!
FH: Fontana catches a left hand blow by Spectre, and traps his arm!
And he catches the other arm when Spectre tries again!
CL: Belly to Belly double armbar by Fontana!
[Spectre grits his teeth through the pain and headbutts Fontana, but
Perry doesn't budge. The headbutts not making any difference, Spectre
does the next best thing, and bites Fontana's forhead]
FH: That'll do it! Fontana breaks the hold, and a knee to the gut
doubles over Fontana enough for Spectre to hit a DDT! Cover by
Spectre!
ONE!
TWO!
CL: NO!
FH: Fontana kicks out.... and Mike Cox tags himself in!
[Spectre hits a swinging Neckbreaker on Fontana and glares up at Cox
as he climbs the turnbuckles!]
CL: COX WITH A FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!
FH: He sure knows how to make an entrance!
CL: Cover by Cox!
ONE!
TWO!
FH: Fontana with a foot on the rope!
[Cox rolls off Fontana and heads part way across the ring. Fontana
uses the ropes to help himself up, and once he's on his feet, Cox
darts across the ring, spearing him!]
CL: BIG Spear by Cox, but it send Fontana through the ropes and
outside the ring!
FH: Watch out, Cox isn't done!
[Cox bounces off the far side and sprints towards Fontana...]
CL: SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA BY MIKE COX!
[The crowd is going insane]
PVW! PVW! PVW!
PVW! PVW! PVW!
PVW! PVW! PVW!
PVW! PVW! PVW!
PVW! PVW! PVW!
CL: Watch out for Spectre!
[Spectre leaps off the apron and hits Fontana with an elbow as the
referee implores the men to bring the match back into the ring before
starting his count. Spectre rolls Fontana in, and follows, but the
referee intercepts him. Soon, Spectre is back in his corner and Cox is
back in the ring and pulling Fontana up by his hair, but Fontana nails
him with a right cross.]
CL: Fontana making a comeback!
FH: But Cox regains the advantage!
[Cox kicks Fontana in the gut, and hooks both arms, setting up the
Whatcha-meh-call-it, but Fontana blocks and lifts Cox up into a Back
to Belly Vertebreaker!]
CL: FONTANA WITH AN AMAZING COUNTER! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT!
FH: Fontana may have countered well, but he spent all his energy doing
so, and can't follow up for the pin!
CL: Both teams have given it their all in the short time this match
has been underway! They KNOW what's on the line here!
FH: I agree, Tom Landis has done a hell of a job standing on the
apron.
CL: Well, that won't last much longer, as Fontana is crawling his way
towards his corner!
[Fontana is indeed making his way closer to his brother-in-law as Cox
is still on all fours shaking out the cobwebs. The crowd starts
stomping their feet in anticipation.]
CL: This crowd is going nuts!
FH: But for WHO? Can't be Landis - they're getting behind their
hometown boys Fontana and Cox!
[The stomping increases, getting louder and louder. Fontana is a few
feet from his corner and reaches his knees, as Cox has finally made it
to one knee. Cox turns and slaps Spectre's hand, bringing him back
into the match. Cox collapses to the mat and rolls out of the ring.
And Fontana leaps, tagging in tom Landis.
And the crowd EXPLODES.]
CL: TOM LANDIS IS IN, AND HE CHARGES SPECTRE!
[Landis takes down Spectre with a forearm shot, but Spectre hops right
back to his feet.]
CL: Spectre back up! But Landis takes him down again with another
forearm! A third! And a FOURTH!
FH: Impossible! He's got a steel plate in that forearm or something! I
demand an x-ray immediately!
[Landis attemps another forearm but Spectre ducks and rebounds off the
ropes towards Landis, but Landis is ready for him - he lifts Spectre
into the air and drops him into a sitou powerbomb!]
CL: RYDEEN BOMB BY LANDIS!
ONE!
TWO!
BOOOOOOO!
FH: AND MIKE COX SAVES THE DAY WITH A BIG BOOT ACROSS LANDIS' FACE!
[Cox stumbles to mid-ring after delivering the big boot before
regaining his footing. Unfortunately, Fontana has ascended the
turnbuckles and leaps off, taking Cox down with a double ax handle!]
CL: Fontana coming to Landis' aid! And he pulls Cox up and whips him
through the ropes to the outside.
[Fontana points at his brother-in-law and shouts "THAT'S HOW YOU DO
IT!" before returning to his corner.]
CL: What is he talking about?
FH: If you don't know, I'm not telling you.
[With the referee making sure Fontana stays out of the ring, Spectre
takes the opportunity to hit Landis with a blatant low blow.]
BOOOOOOO!
CL: Oh, come on! Spectre with no shame hitting Landis below the belt
and making the man crumble!
FH: It's not cheating cus he didn't get caught. And this is even
better!
[Spectre pulls Landis into his corner and hits him with a few closed
fists before moving across the ring and offering Fontana the same
opportunity. Fontana refuses and Spectre slaps him across the face,
bringing Fontana back into the ring!]
CL: Oh come on!
[With the referee distracted with Fontana, Cox takes the opportunity
to choke Landis with the tag rope as Spectre lays the boots to him.
With Fontana back in his corner the ref turns, and Cox releases the
choke before he gets caught - but this doesn't stop Spectre, who just
up and begins biting Landis!]
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
CL: Spectre taking as much time as he can before relenting on biting
Landis! He's sick!
FH: No, he's AWESOME that's what he is!
CL: But Landis isn't out of it yet!
[Landis fights back, stunning Spectre with an elbow that sends him
through the ropes to the outside before trading blows with Cox on the
apron!]
CL: TOM LANDIS WILL NOT BE DENIED!
FH: What the hell have you been smoking?
[Landis stumbles back from a big blow by Cox, but the referee is there
to keep Cox from entering the ring and doing any more damage. Spectre
climbs back up to the apron and he and Landis exchange blow.]
CL: Spectre a bit better in the brawling game than Landis. He takes
the advantage and suplexes Landis out of the ring!
[Both men hit the floor. Landis takes the worst of it, as Spectre is
back in the ring and Cox tags himself back in.]
FH: Cox slaps Spectre's shoulder to tag into the match, but smartly
just drops off the apron and goes right after Landis, slamming him
into the rinside barrier before pitching him back in the ring.
CL: Cox whips Landis into the ropes and doubles him over with a
kneelift, following up with a big gutwrench powerbomb!
[With Landis laid out in a neutral corner, Cox ascends the
turnbuckles.]
FH: Cox perched on the top...
[Cox leaps off the top, doing a backwards 360 flip in mid-air before
crashing down on top of Tom Landis.]
CL: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! COX HITS THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND GOES FOR
THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
[The crowd EXPLODES as Fontana breaks up the pin!]
CL: FONTANA WITH THE SAVE! PERRY FONTANA RAN DOWN THE APRON AND
VAULTED OVER TO HIT A CRUSHING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE ONTO MIKE COX,
BREAKING THE PIN!
[Fontana takes it an extra step and kick at Cox's head but he doesn't
connect and begins backpeddaling to his corner, shouting at Landis
"THAT'S how you watch your BROTHER'S _BACK_, cousin!"]
CL: What the heck has gotten into Perry Fontana!?
FH: Like I said before, if you don't kn-
CL: IT WAS RHETORICAL FRED!
FH: Why are you so mean to me all the time?
CL: [Exhasperated sigh.]
FH: ANYway - Cox hauls Landis up and hits him with a short-arm
clothesline before dragging him further from his partner.
[Cox pulls up Landis and whips him to the ropes, catcing him on the
rebound.]
CL: Tilt-a-whirl... POWERSLAM! Cox right into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--
CL: LANDIS GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
FH: Cox looks about as surprised as I am!
CL: All four men in this match have been running on all cylinders
since the bell rang! ALL of them know what's on the line here, and
none of them want to be blamed for keeping their team from advancing!
FH: And Cox isn't done!
[Cox hauls Landis up, and lays him out with a snap suplex. Cox punt
kicks Landis in the ribs before heading to the apron.]
CL: What's Cox planning here.. SPRINGBOARD SENTON!
FH: But he's STILL not done! He hauls Landis up again!
[Cox headscissors Landis and applies the double-underhook. Landis
struggles but Cox regains control and hits the Double-underhook
facebuster!]
FH: WHATCHA-MEH-CALL-IT! COX'S VERSION OF A DOUBLE-ARM FACBUSTER!
CL: And he goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
CL: NO! FONTANA WITH THE SAVE AGAIN!
FH: LOOK OUT, HERE COMES THE SPECTRE!
[Spectre vaults himself into the ring and tackles Fontana, clawing and
biting at the man's face as Cox pulls Landis back to his feet.]
CL: Landis fires off a shot at Cox, and staggers him back. Cox
retaliates, Landis with another shot -- back and forth between these
two.
FH: And Spectre and Fontana are firing shots back and forth as well!
[Fontana ducks Spectre's next shot and grabs him by the belt and hair
and tosses him over the top rope!]
CL: Fontana ditches Spectre, and Landis hits Cox with the Chicago
Thunderbomb 1!
[Fontana signals something to Landis and Landis heads up top. Fontana
Lifts Cox into a bearhug as Landis climbs to the top turnbuckle.]
CL: What're we seeing here?
[The older fans in the crowd roar in anticipation of what they are
about to see. With Cox up in the Bearhug, Landis leaps off the top and
hits Cox with a body press just as Fontana releases Cox! And the home-
town crowd absolutely EXPLODES!]
CL: THE F BOMB! THAT'S THE FINISHING MOVE OF THE FABULOUS FONTANA
BROTHERS! FROM BACK IN THE 80S! LANDIS HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
[DING DING DING!]
HD: YOUR WINNERS BY PINFALL - TOM LANDIS AND PERRY FONTANA!
CL: THIS CROWD IS GOING BERSERK!
FH: Look out! Spectre's back!
[The Spectre has slid back into the ring, albeit too little too late,
and he surprises Landis, hooking him for and hitting his fisherman's
buster piledriver!]
CL: REBIRTH BY SPECTRE! GOOD GOD!
[Fontana is already out of the ring and halfway up the aisle by the
time Spectre catches sight of him, having seemingly abandoned his
brother-in-law as soon as the match ended. Spectre glares up at him
for a moment before whipping his head to observe Cox getting to his
knees.]
FH: Spectre moving to help Cox up, what a guy!
CL: That's unusual for Sp- No! Come on!
[Spectre has booted Cox in the gut, doubling him over and hooking him
in a front facelock, and hooking the near leg as well.]
FH: THIS is what happens when you let The Spectre down, Chip!
CL: REBIRTH AGAIN! That was uncalled for, even for Mike Cox!
[The Spectre stands between his fallen prey, Landis and Cox, as the
crowd fiercly boos the Goth madman.]
FH: Even when Spectre loses he wins.
[Camera catches Fontana who has put an official infront of him. He is
yelling - "LET ME GO SAVE MY BROTHER!"]
CL: Oh give me a break!
FH: Move out of the way ref!
CL: The ref isn't even trying to hold him there.
FH: I don't know what would have happened if Fontana was allowed to go
back down there, but I would had liked to see it!
CL: Landis has now rolled to the outside and headed back up the aisle
way.
FH: So we now know our _eight_!
CL: Newcommer Dag Jenssen, Mercenary, Larry Gionet, Hersher von
Donkerhardt, Caleb Foley, William Craven, Perry Fontana, and Tom
Landis. Before we get to far ahead of ourselves. Dean Hayes is
standing by.
FH: Who this time?
CL: I hear he is at the Widowmakers locker room.
FH: Excellent!
[Dean Hayes, his face bruised from his interview with William Craven,
stands in front of a locker room door with the name "Widowmakers Inc"
affixed. The backstage reporter knocks loudly, the swallows as the
door is yanked open by "Showtime" Rick Marley.]
RM: WHAT?
DH: Uh...h-h-h-hey Rick...I just...I was...We need to ask you how you
feel about what just happened bewteen Xavier Feyr, Marcus Manson and
William Craven...Chip Lester was commenting that it could be the end
of WMI as we know it...that you'd finally have to come out from behind
your thugs and face guys like Rob Cole one on one...that you'd need to
depend on talent instead of numbers and tricks to win...do you have a
comment?
[Marley's face goes from bordering on rage to serene.]
RM: Chip Lester said that, did he?
Fine...it sounds like me and Chip need to do a little interview...
[Marley stalks off, slamming the door behind him and leaving Dean
Hayes standing with the mic in his hand and a confused look on his
face.]
FH: Oh crap Chip! What did you do?
CL: Ummm ... I really am not sure. I was just making a statement.
Rick Marley seems to be upset, but I think it's misguided my way. He
needs to check his own house. The Widowmakers have their own
problems.
FH: Shhhh ... Chip stop while you are ahead!
CL: I get paid to call it like I see it Fred. Rick needs to relax and
worry about Rob Cole not some guy with a headset on.
FH: Moving right along. Don't we have camera's again some where.
Let's cut to them shall we?
[Cut backstage, A sweaty, some what dazed from the rebirth but
jubilant Tom Landis bursts through the door of his locker room and is
immediately grabbed in a loving embrace by his wife, Tara Marshall.
She gives him a kiss, despite the fact that he's drenched in sweat.]
HTL: [huffing and puffing] So... how'd I do, coach?
TSM: You two were awesome, just awesome. They _loved_ you out there.
HTL: ... Probably ready to rip... Perry a new one... with the Montreal
stuff...
TSM: Yeah, but when you hit "La Bombe F" they went crazy for you both.
I almost think Perry forgot about the title loss for a little bit out
there too.
[Tom grabs a towel and wipes his forehead with it.]
HTL: ... One down, one more to go. Blood Bowl, here we come.
TSM: You two can't lose. The spirit of Luke Fontana is all around you
tonight.
[Cut back to where Fred Hoyle and Chip Lester appear to be in a
serious discussion.]
FH: I'm just sayin ... Let this one go.
CL: Tom Landis looked pumped up. Why wouldn't he be? Set to wrestle
in tonights Chamber for the Blood Bowl Cup!
FH: And he has Perry Fontana to thank!
CL: What a night we have had thus far and we still have _TWO_ great
matches left. The Voice is climbing back inside the ring and that
means we are set for more action.
HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be a Career versus
Championship match.
G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!!
G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!!
G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!! G DUB GIBSON !!!
FH: What the heck are these Toronto fans saying? Not only are they
disrespecting an American Icon in Gibson Hayes, but our former
president!
HD: Introducing first. Wrestling out of Hollywood, California.
Weighing in at 248 pounds.
... JOHNNY DETSON !!!
#Move aside,#
#and let the man go through.#
#Let the man go through.#
[The lights go out in the arena and then spotlights kick in to swim
throughout the crowd. One star shaped light rest solely on the
entrance ramp not moving at all. Suddenly the lights die down and cut
off as "Super Bon Bon" by Soul Coughing continues to play.]
#If I stole#
#Somebody else's wave#
#To fly up.#
#If I rose#
#Up with the avenue#
#Behind me.#
[Then there is a loud explosion as one by one golden pyros go off
around the complete surroundings of the entrance ramp and then back
again causing a great deal of smoke to cover the entire entrance way.
As the lights slowly come back to life the silhouette of a man can be
seen making his way out. The man just stands there letting the smoke
clear from the area. As the smoke dies down the identity of the man is
soon shown to be Johnny Detson, complete in his long gold tights,
black boots and shades resting on the bridge of his nose.]
CL: Detson looks focused here in Toronto.
FH: He better be. His career is on the line.
#Some kind of verb.#
#Some kind of moving thing.#
#Something unseen.#
#Some hand is motioning#
#to rise, to rise, to rise.#
[Detson has a smirk plastered on his face as he soaks in the reaction
of the crowd. He walks over to some of the crowd to show off his
physical condition. He struts down to the ring as the song continues.]
#Too fat, fat you must cut lean.#
#You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,#
#Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon#
#Super bon bon, Super bon bon.#
[Detson slides into the ring, and raises his arms in triumph
inciting the crowd's reaction. He stands there and flashes his
trademark cocky grin to the crowd. The music dies out, and moves
over to the ropes stretching out his arms.]
CL: Detson the one man who has set the bulls-eye on Gibson Hayes since
his arrival. He took Spectre on at Shattered Dreams and survived the
beast. Tonight he finally get's what he has came for. A shot at
Gibson Hayes.
FH: It may only cost him his career.
HD: And his opponent.
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! GO BACK TO AMERICA GIBSON BOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
Herk Douglas: And his opponent; he is the reigning Phoenix Valley
Wrestling American champion. Fighting out of Tuscaloosa, Alabama and
weighing in at 223 pounds, this is Gibson...
Crowd: SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS
HD: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYES!
[Wailing air raid sirens slap the ears of the audience and then...]
Aah, aah
You better beware, you better take care
You better watch out if you've got long black hair
He'll come from behind, you go out of your mind
You'd better not go, you'd never know what you'll find
[The Sweet's "Blockbuster" is in effect As Orel and Pat in opposing
violet and baby blue suits, clearing the way for Jubel Henry Paulmwell
IV, who looks like a more sympathetic Billy Graham. Evelyn Prosser
comes out next, scanning the era for threats and dressed in that
damned cap and Saint Etienne jersey... but Gibson waits as the
audience screams and shouts.]
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
[...and now Gibson Hayes comes out. Dressed in a long, flowing red
cape with black wrestling trunks, a red head band, afro, blue shin
guards, and his American title strapped around his waist. The air raid
sirens go off again as giant columns of white sparklers go off along
the rampway. The boos are near deafening as Gibson enters the ring.
Detson just stares at Hayes as the champion climbs through the ropes
and raises his cast encased right arm.]
Buster, Buster, Blockbuster!
Buster, Buster, Blockbuster!
Buster, Buster, Blockbuster!
[One last explosion of sparklers from above the ring add an
exclaimation point to Gibby's entrance. The boo's grow louder and Herk
Douglas can't even be heard. The Toronto fans show their total
disdain and dislike for the PVW American Champion. Signs are shoved
up high for the camera to see - "GIBSON HATES HEALTHCARE!", "THREE
EVILS - RICHARD NIXON, GW BUSH, AND GIBSON HAYES!", "GIBSON CHEATS
WORSE THEN BEAR BRYANT!"]
CL: It's yet to be told how Gibson Hayes will do without Todd
Johnstone out here.
FH: Such a travesty. Todd Johnstone volunteering his time for FREE to
officiate a match when no other referee would step out there. What
does he get for his efforts?
CL: A trip to the Toronto Hospital.
FH: Very funny Lester.
[Head referee Duke Martin takes the PVW American Championship Title
and holds it up into the air to show the crowd what is on the line.]
CL: Gibson Hayes has been unbeatable. Last Tradition beating the
number one contender Doc Holliday.
FH: Damn right that means Gibson Hayes is the true number one
contender.
CL: However tonight a man that knows more about the Hayes way then
anyone else in this business put his career on the line to put that
unbeatable streak to an end.
|''||''| ,..........................................................
|| /|
|| / | CAREER VERSUS AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP:
|| __|_ JOHNNY DETSON v.
.||. ---- GIBSON HAYES [c]
|
'-'.........................................................
*** DING *** DING *** DING ***
[HUGE TEAR GIBSON APART POP!!!]
CL: And here we go! Johnny Detson coming out ready to start this
thing.
[And shockingly Gibson Hayes comes out of nowhere, Spearing the
challenger and mercilessly using all his might and fury to pound away
at him.]
CL: What's this!?!? Gibson Hayes coming out right away and taking it
to Johnny Detson. I am not sure if I agree with this game plan ...
It's going to take a long grueling process to end Detson's career.
Why would Hayes want to use up so much energy at the beginning of such
a long grueling match?
FH: Hayes may be tired by the end of the match, but Detson will end up
having trouble breathing, never mind continuing.
[Hayes now has Detson up and goes to whip the challenger off the
ropes, but reverses his own whip, reeling Detson into a knee to the
ribs. Hayes grabbed hold of Detson and lifted him off his feet,
dropping him across his knee with a rib breaker.]
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Hayes continuing to punish Detson and begins stomping those ribs
as Detson rolls trying to cover up.
FH: Hayes means business. After defeating Holliday at Tradition III.
I think we should start calling him, Mr. Tradition!
[Gibson Hayes hooks Detson up for a vertical suplex and connects,
pinning Detson with a simple foot on the chest.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: No Detson isn't ready to retire!
FH: Give it time. He is proving that he more than out classed by the
skills and brilliance of Gibson Hayes.
[Hayes staying on top of things lifts Detson up and immediately locked
him right into an abdominal stretch. Detson screams in pain as Hayes
continues his torque on his body, yanking back on his limbs. Hayes
reaches backwards and clearly grabs the top rope in front of the
referee, which he get's scolded for.]
CL: Hayes reverting right back to the "Hayes way" that Detson talked
about. And Duke Martin isn't letting Gibson Hayes push him around.
One ...
Two ...
Three ...
Four ...
[Hayes releases right at the five count. Gibson Hayes tries the same
technique, but this time without so much of a one count, the referee
immediately kicked Hayes hand off the rope.]
FH: HEY! What the heck Duke.
CL: It looks like Duke Martin is forcing Hayes to fight Detson and
fight him FAIR!
[THE FANS GIVE A DUUUUUUUKE CHANT!]
FH: He can't do that. That's ...
CL: That's what Fred?
[Hayes argues with Duke Martin for touching him at all which
lead to Detson hitting the American Champion with a hip toss. Detson
floors Hayes with a right hand as he got back up, then whipped him
into the corner, sandwiching him with a clothesline. Johnny Detson
wasting no time mounts the second rope and began tossing down hard
right hands ..]
CROWD: ONE ... TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ... FIVE ... SIX ... SEVEN ...
EIGHT ... NINE ... TEN!!!
[HUGE KICK HIS COWARDLY ASS POP!!!]
[Detson completes all ten, but before Detson could dismount from the
ropes, Hayes lifts him up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, walking
out of the corner. Hayes turns back towards the corner and throw's
Detson off with a powerbomb onto the top turnbuckle, possibly further
injuring Detson's ribs. Hayes wastes no time and covers the challenger
again with a forearm across the face for good measure.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Detson shoots a shoulder up and even after a huge counter and
powerbomb Detson's instinct's tell him to fight on.
FH: Duke is really out to get Gibson tonight. Slow counts and kicking
his arm ... What is this.
CL: Don't start the excuses already Fred.
[Hayes extended Detson's arm and delivered a kick right to his ribs
continuing focusing on the rib area of Johnny Detson. Hayes then drops
down behind Detson, locking him in a dragon sleeper with body
scissors.]
FH: Hayes just punishing Detson. You can see the animal instinct's
Chip.
CL: Detson is struggling out there ... Hayes strains back and takes a
few clubbing shots at Detson's ribs.
[Detson looks close to tapping out, but at the last second rolled
backwards, balancing himself on his tippy-toes pinning the champion!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[OOOOH SO CLOSE POP!!!]
CL: That was close! Hayes just released the submission hold in time
otherwise we would have a new PVW American Champion.
FH: Detson is crafty. Just when Gibby thought he had it won ...
Detson turned the tides on him.
[Hayes, fuming with anger, grabbed hold of the top rope and
ferociously began stomping on Johnny Detson's ribs. Hayes lifts Detson
up to his feet, hooking him up for a vertical suplex, but shifting him
sideways in mid-air, dropping him across his knee with another rib
breaker.]
CL: Detson's ribs starting to show some early wear. Hayes has stormed
out with an agenda and he has stuck to it. He hasn't been the PVW
American Champion for so long for nothing.
FH: Darn right it's about time you hopped on the Gibson bandwagon.
[Hayes approaches, placing his boot across Detson's throat, choking
him as he pulled down on the middle rope. Hayes released the
submission due to referee interference and Detson rolled out of the
ring, inadvertently hitting the concrete with a thud.]
CL: Duke ontop of things after the earlier events. He isn't letting
this get out of hand.
FH: He better watch out or he will be the second "referee" to end up
in the hospital.
CL: Well if you want to call Todd Johnstone a referee.
FH: He was tonight!
CL: Hayes now to the outside and he has a killer instinct tonight.
FH: Well we are on Gibson Hayes show!
[Hayes lifts Detson up to his feet and goes for an Irish Whip, but
Detson reverses, sending the champion shoulder-first into the steel
steps ...]
"___CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG___"
[POPPAGE!!!]
CL: That will stop the momentum the Champion had in a hurry. Detson
pulling Hayes to his feet ...
FH: Get out there and get control of things Duke.
[Detson grabbed Hayes, helping him to his feet then slammed his face
into the top step.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[DESTROY GIBSON'S FACE POP!!!]
CL: Detson taking a breather, holding his ribs ... Grabs Hayes head -
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[DO IT AGAIN POP!!!!]
CL: Hayes seeing stars as Detson goes to grab the back of his head a
_THIRD_ time. No quick thumb to the eye by the PVW American
Champion.
FH: Detson got too greedy and it paid off for Hayes.
[Hayes still reeling from eating those steps turns into a hard right
by the challenger ... Another! Detson grabs Hayes and spins him with
a belly-to-belly suplex right onto the concrete floor. Duke Martin
getting pretty high on the count and Detson grabs the back of the
champion and rolls him inside the ring. Detson whipped Hayes off the
ropes as he entered the ring but the American Champion reversed,
Detson ducked a clothesline, and as he rebounds leaps into a crossbody
block!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Hayes with a strong kick out!
FH: It's going to take way more then that to pin the American Hero.
G I B S O N S U C K S ! ! !
G I B S O N S U C K S ! ! !
G I B S O N S U C K S ! ! !
G I B S O N S U C K S ! ! !
G I B S O N S U C K S ! ! !
CL: The Toronto fans are letting the PVW American Champion hear it
now.
FH: What do they know? They are Canadian!
[Detson is up ... However Duke Martin is now distracted by Pat and
Orel who are on the ring apron arguing that Detson had a handful of
tights. Detson walks up and grabs both of their noggins and _SLAMS_
them together!]
"___THUUUUUD___"
[ROOOOARING POP!!!]
FH: Wait a second!
CL: Johnny Detson isn't going to allow Gibson's entourage disrupt
things tonight!
[Detson turns and Hayes with a LOW BLOW ... Referee still distracted
this time by Evelyn. The damage has been done however ...]
CL: Hayes resorting back to his favorite move.
FH: Totally legal!
[Hayes stumbles back to his feet as the fans roar with boo's. Hayes
finishes putting Detson down with a pendulum backbreaker, leading into
a bow and arrow lock.]
CL: Hayes going back to controlling this match. As much as Hayes uses
illegal tactics I will give him his due. He knows how to control a
match and work his opponents into good opportunities for himself.
FH: The current longest reigning champion in PVW! He doesn't keep
that Championship title for nothing.
CL: Well matches against steel chairs help.
[As Detson wiggled his way again Hayes rolled onto his back which
pinned his own shoulders down to the mat _again_!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Hayes almost had the match stolen from him again.
FH: All in the game plan Chip.
[Hayes right back and taunted the crowd until Johnny Detson could pull
himself up with the ropes. Hayes goes for a right, but Detson ducked
it and leveled him with a diving reverse DDT.]
"___KAAAAAATHUUUUUUDDDDD___"
[COUNTER POP!!!!]
CL: Detson drops down and hooks a leg!
ONE ...
TWO ...
... NO!!! Hayes shoots his shoulder up! I thought Detson had it
there.
FH: Not this time Chip ... Not _ANY TIME_!
[Detson pulls the Champion back up to his feet and delivers a
snapmare, followed by a boot to the back of the head. Detson has Hayes
right back up and lifts him up for an atomic drop, but positioned him
up onto the top turnbuckle in the corner.]
CL: Detson climbing up!!!!
[Detson to the second rope with Hayes, setting him up for a super
back drop but paused. Detson dropped down off of the second rope,
pointing to his brain, and instead pulled the PVW American Champion
down bridged across Detson's shoulder as he turned away, and hits him
with an elevated neckbreaker!]
CL: WHAT A MOVE BYT THE VETERAN DETSON!!!! ANOTHER COVER!
ONE ...
TWO ...
[Hayes kicks out and immediately rolls out of the ring holding the
back of his head but the challenger would have none of it and leaped
onto the rope, using it to springboard to the outside hitting Hayes
with a high risk body press!]
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! ! P - V - D U B ! ! !
CL: Detson used his body as a weapon and both men are down!
FH: Not the smartest move in the book with your career on the line.
[Hayes ended up making it to his feet at the same time as Detson and
grabbing him with a waistlock, drove him back/ribs first into the ring
apron.]
"___THUUUUUUD___"
[OOOOOOF!!!!]
FH: This is why Gibson Hayes is one of the best in the world Chip. He
is dangerous at all times and you never know when he will punish you!
CL: This is Gibson Hayes we are talking about right?
FH: It's the Hayes way that Detson has been telling us about!
[Hayes quickly rolls Detson right back into the cage and hops down
locking on a Boston Crab working those ribs and staying in control of
the match. Detson fighting the pain has found himself right in the
center of the ring and in some possible trouble. Hayes can be heard
saying - CANADA SUCKS as he wrenches back.]
CL: Hayes disrespecting the people here in Toronto as he punishes
Detson whom has nowhere to go.
FH: Well Gibson Hayes is telling the truth. Canada does SUCK!
[The referee ask's Detson if he submit's but he refused, shaking his
head no. Hayes continues to wrench back as he cackles ... The fans
begin to get behind the challenger as Gibson Hayes yanks with all his
might.]
J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! !
J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! !
J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! !
J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! !
J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! ! J O H N N Y ! ! !
CL: AND JOHNNY BEGINS FORCING HIS WAY OUT!
[As Detson begins to push himself out ... Hayes gets up and hits the
ropes --- ]
"___CRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKK___"
[KICK HIS BLEEPIN TEETH DOWN HIS THROAT POP!!!]
CL: JOHNNY KICK!!!!
FH: OH NO!
[Detson drops back down to his knees holding his ribs and lower back
from the damage. He then turns and crawls over and makes the cover!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
[DISSAPOINTING POP!!!]
CL: So close! We almost had a new PVW American Champion right there.
Hayes just got his foot on the bottom ropes.
FH: Thank god! I don't know what I would do if Gibson Hayes lost to
this clown!
[Detson pulled himself up to his feet rather quickly this time, even
going up to the top rope.]
CL: Listen to these Toronto fans get behind Hollywood Johnny!
FH: Shut up Toronto I can't hear myself think!
CL: Get louder Toronto!
[Detson slaps his chest ... He then leaps into a senton and _lands_
right ontop of the PVW American Champion as the fans _ROOOOAR_!]
CL: DETSON LANDS PERFECTLY ONTOP OF GIBSON HAYES! WE ARE GOING TO
HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
FH: I think I am about to sick. Is there a doggy bag around here?
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
[HUGE WE HAVE A NEW MOTHA BLEEPIN CHAMPION POP!!!]
... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[WHAT THE BLEEP MAJOR BLEEP THAT HEEL HEAT HEAVEN JEERING POP!!!]
FH: I TOLD YA CHIP!!!!!
[Duke Martin is up waving it off and holding up two fingers. Gibson
Hayes shot a shoulder up at the very very very last second. Duke's
hand actually smacked down and everyone in the whole arena even Detson
thought he won it!]
CL: Detson can't believe it. He is pleading with the official.
Saying that was three.
FH: It wasn't ... Deal with it!
[Detson shakes his head and sets up for another Johnny kick ... As
Hayes crawls over to the ropes and begins to pull himself up ...
Detson leaps into it, but Hayes ducks under and Detson tangles himself
up in the ropes. Hayes kicks the standing leg not caught in the ropes
... Hayes kicks it again. Detson finally wiggles free and turns right
into an awaiting Hayes ... Lifts him up ... slingshots off the ropes
...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Bounced Check! Hayes slingshot suplex. However the PVW American
Champion isn't going to the cover.
FH: He wants to punish Detson. He already ripped the heart and hopes
out of this Canadian crowd. Now it's time to smash their dreams with
Detson's career!
[Hayes pulls himself up and then drags Johnny Detson to his feet,
though reluctant about standing back up. Hayes floors Detson with The
Tuscaloosa Tumble, a sitting face driver ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Hayes is up and strutting around, taunting the fans!
[GET OUT OF CANADA YOU CAPITOLIST BASTARD ROARING HEEL BOO'S!!!!]
FH: Man listen to these fans they love Gibson!
CL: They love to hate him.
[Hayes lets out a laugh and goes to lift Detson right back up
but Detson rolls him up with a small package out of no where!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE???
[AAAAHHHH NOOOOO KICK OUT POP!!!]
CL: Another close call! Hayes is back up and walks into a trip from
Detson. Detson setting him up .. FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!!!
[Hayes lets out a huge scream in pain, reaching for the ropes but they
were just out of reach.]
CL: Hayes in trouble ... His arms swinging wildly ...
FH: Look at that smug grin across Hayes Detson's face. Gibson smack
it off!
S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! !
S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! !
S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! ! S U B M I T ! ! !
CL: The fans calling for a new champion right here.
FH: Gibson doesn't take request from communist's.
[Hayes begins to turn it ... reversing the pressure on Detson and
causing him to let go of the submission. Both men up but Hayes
nails Detson with a back drop and drops down for a desperation pin.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: I think even Gibson knew he wasn't going to win there.
FH: There are so many ways Gibson can beat you.
[Hayes now stumbling to his feet limping a little... this time climbs
up to the top rope seemingly a little wobbley. Detson shoots up and
shakes the ropes, causing him to straddle himself on the top
turnbuckle.]
[HUGE BUST GIBSON'S MANHOOD POP!!!]
FH: These fan's are vicious! Gibson is sacrificing little Gibby right
there!
CL: Little Gibby?
FH: I don't know what Gibson call's his.
CL: You named yours?
FH: Of course Chip it's the Meat Dragon!
CL: Oh god I am sorry I even asked.
[Detson climbs up to the top rope with Hayes and delivers an amazing
Superplex!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Look at the height on that super plex!!! Both men are down!!!!
Both men are motionless!!! And what a PVW AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
IT'S BEEN!
FH: Come on Hayes!
[Both men lay on mat as Duke Martin begins to count both men down.]
FH: What happens Chip in case of a draw?
CL: Well Hayes would obviously retain his Championship title and
Detson in that case would retain his career.
REF: Three ...
Four ...
Five ...
[Detson begins to stir ... So does the American Champion as he grabs
the ropes and begins to pull himself up.]
Six ...
Seven ...
[Hayes is up and so is Detson. Detson with a big swing, but Hayes
ducks underneath and floated behind Detson again, this time hitting
him with an old school atomic drop, which floated right into Hayes
spinning Detson around towards him and nailing a spinning
neckbreaker.]
CL: Wow what a battle this has been. What a NIGHT it has been. We
still have the Chambered blood bowl after this, but the way this match
has gone it's worthy as any to be the icing of the Tradition IV cake.
FH: As long as Hayes retains I will agree.
[Hayes now sets Detson up for a figure four leglock of his own. Detson
shoves Hayes off with his foot, causing him to plow down the referee
with an accidental forearm to the face.]
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
FH: Detson did that on purpose! DQ him!
CL: Totally accidental.
[Hayes seeing a golden opportunity scores another low blow on Detson
as he tried to pull himself up. On the outside Hayes entourage hands
him the PVW American Championship at his demanding request.]
CL: Oh this can't be good. Detson's career can't end like this. Duke
wake up!
FH: Watch and learn ... Detson should have known the Hayes way!
[Hayes waits for Detson to get up, but shockingly Detson ducks the
swing and delivered a kick to the gut. Detson turns and picks up the
belt and _SMASHES_ it into Gibson Hayes, busting him open slightly.]
[OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH MACHO MAN STYLE POP!!!!]
CL: IT HAS BACKFIRED ON GIBSON HAYES!!!!
FH: WHAT!?!?!
[Hayes tosses the belt out of the ring. Hayes entourage is livid.
Pat and Orel rush into the ring but Pat eats a Johnny Kick and Orel is
taken down hard with a turning discuss punch!]
[TAKE OUT THE TRASH POP!!!]
CL: Gibson Hayes world is falling apart and Todd Johnstone isn't
anywear around to stop it!
FH: Evelyn has yanked out the referee Duke Martin by his legs. Detson
now has Orel up ... Hurry Gibson wake up!
[Detson hoists Orel up in the vertical suplex and slingshots him off
the top rope. Using the extra momentum and plants poor Orel in a
Corkscrew Brainbuster.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[FIIINNNIIIISSSHHHHAAAA POPPPP!!!!]
CL: Slingshot Corkscrew Brainbuster Driver!
FH: It's chaos in the ring!
[The time and distraction has allowed a busted open Hayes to make it
to his feet however. Hayes delivers a kick to the gut of Detson as he
turns around, cutting him off. Hayes attempts a short arm clothesline,
but Detson ducks it, slipping behind Hayes and hitting him with a
german suplex.]
CL: Detson drops the bridge since Duke Martin has still yet to make
his way back into the ring.
FH: What is old Duke taking another match off or picking when he will
slide in and make the count like earlier?
[Detson lifts Hayes right back up, positioning him for Director's Cut,
but Hayes wriggled his arms free and lifted Detson up onto his
shoulders, dropping him with an Electric Chair Drop.]
"___BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM___"
CL: Huge counter right there. If Detson hit the Director's Cut we
could be looking at a new champion.
[Detson is back up and begins to back up against the ropes to charge
with a running knee, but one of Hayes entourage grabs his foot
stopping Detson. Hayes is up and as Detson turns a small puff and
SALT into DETSON's eyes.]
CL: Well of course ... It wouldn't be classic Gibson Hayes with out
Salt in the eyes.
FH: Finally Duke has made his way back in the ring. Good the
injustice against Gibson will be stopped.
[Detson blinded ... Hayes goes to set the blinded Detson up for
Mandate from America, but Detson somehow managed to slip out and nail
Hayes with a Reverse DDT/Backbreaker onto his knee.]
"___CRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKK___"
[MASSIVE COUNTER POP!!!]
CL: THE COVER!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
... NO! Hayes kicks out at the last second!
FH: Man this match is going to give me an ulcer!
[The two men showing obvious signs of damage ... Detson whips Hayes
towards the corner, but Hayes reversed ... sending Detson into the
turnbuckles. Detson held his ribs in agony as Hayes charged towards
him for a shoulder block to the ribs, but Detson threw his legs into
the air dodging it and causing Hayes to slam his shoulder into the
ring post. Detson rolled Hayes up with a sunset flip out of the
corner!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[ANOTHER DISSAPOINTING KICK OUT POP!!!]
CL: Hayes won't lay down.
FH: Champions are hard to beat and Gibson Hayes is the longest
reigning champion in the PVW ever.
[Detson and Hayes both quickly got back up leading to Hayes charging
at Detson into a massive spinebuster. Detson pulled Hayes up to his
feet, but Hayes kicked him in the ribs again. Hayes went for a second
kick to the ribs, but Detson caught it, only to "catch" an enziguri
kick upside the head.]
"___THUUUUUUD___"
CL: These men giving it everything they have. Just like at Tradition
III when Hayes and Holliday where at each other's throats.
FH: I told you Hayes is Mr. Tradition!
[Hayes crawled over to Detson and began violently and blatantly
choking him, shout in his face "YOUR CAREER IS OVER!" over and over
again, dripping his own blood onto Johnny Detson's face. The referee
managed to pull Hayes away finally while Detson rolled around gasping
for air.]
CL: Hayes beginning to lose his cool. Both men have pulled out all
the stops but neither have been able to put the other man away.
FH: Hayes is about to do it right here watch.
[With Detson raising to his feet Hayes lifted him up for a powerbomb,
but Detson leapt off of Hayes shoulders, landing behind him and
running up the turnbuckles ... wraps the skull of Hayes into an
tornado DDT ... but Detson holds Hayes in an Inverted Bulldog and then
uses the turnbuckle for extra leverage as he plant's Hayes down to the
mat!]
[ROOOOARRRRINNNNNG HAAAYES IS DONE FOR POPPPP!!!]
CL: GRAND FINALE!!!!! DETSON IS BACK UP AND PREPARING FOR THE JOHNNY
KICK!!!!!!!!! IT'S NEW CHAMPION TIME!!!
FH: I can't watch.
[Gibson is groggy ... Detson is loading his Johnny Kick (s and
waiting for Hayes to get up. Hayes slowly makes it to his feet and is
about to be clocked by Detson when out of nowhere a man shoots through
the ropes and spear tackles Hayes ....]
[WHAT THE HELLL BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
CL: What the heck that .... that is HERSHER VON DONKERHARDT WHO IS
SUPPOSE TO BE IN THE BLOOD BOWL NEXT!
*DING * DING * DING *
FH: Wait .. Duke Martin is calling for the bell? That means ... Does
it?
CL: Oh this can't be happening!
[HvD unloads serious stiff shots followed by forearms into the already
bloodied face of Gibson Hayes. Boo's rain down as Detson is shocked
... He can't believe it ... he is pleading with Duke Martin who is
trying to explain ... ]
"____ KAAAA THUUUUUUUD_____"
[MIXED POP!!!!!]
CL: JOHNNY KICK ON HVD BY DETSON!
FH: And Gibson's entourage has pulled him outside the ring!
[And they flea!!!!]
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B U L L S H I T ! ! ! !
B U L L S H I T ! ! ! !
B U L L S H I T ! ! ! !
B U L L S H I T ! ! ! !
CL: What does this mean for Johnny Detson?
FH: It means no more wrestling!
CL: There has to be a loop hole. To have your career ended like this?
Was this all planned by Gibson Hayes?
FH: It makes you wonder. Gibson Hayes is a master mind.
[Hersher von Donkerhardt has rolled out and dissapeared to the
entrance way. Johnny Detson is still in the ring beside himself. The
crowed are on their feet giving respect to one of the true legends in
this industry.]
P L E A S E D O N ' T G O ! ! !
P L E A S E D O N ' T G O ! ! !
P L E A S E D O N ' T G O ! ! !
P L E A S E D O N ' T G O ! ! !
P L E A S E D O N ' T G O ! ! !
CL: Not like this ... Johnny you can talk to someone.
FH: A signed match is a signed match.
CL: HvD has already dissapeared to the back. I am sure this wasn't
planned. It just sort of happened this way.
FH: I don't know. That's a lot of assuming.
CL: Either way it appears the career of one of the finest wrestlers in
our industry has come to an end. Gibson Hayes Gauntlet continues as
it appears there is almost no way to actually defeat him at his own
game.
FH: Now you are getting it. Gibson Hayes can't even be defeated in
non-American soil! With out Todd Johnstone at his side to boot!
Gibson is _unbeatable_!
CL: What a night it's been. We saw a new Network Champion crowned.
We have our eight men ready to enter the chamber. Danny Daniels
defeated Sinister who will now be forced to serve as his protege. And
we just saw the end of a legendary career as Gibson Hayes retained his
American Championship.
FH: Don't forget the brutal debut of a new man for the Reverend.
CL: Tradition IV was suppose to be a night that brought us some
answers, but folks I am affraid more questions have came out of the
night.
[The production crew cuts to a shot of the backstage area. We see a
door opening and from the door emerges a man with brown hair and
glasses wearing jeans and a PVW road crew shirt. Behind him are three
uniformed police officers.]
Office #1: Where is he?
Roadcrew guy: He's down this way.
[The camera and the officers follow the man down the Hallway until
they reach right near the entrance curtains a door with the name
Herscher von Donkerhardt written on it.]
Roadcrew guy: Here ya go.
[One of the officers knocks on the door. No repsonse, he knocks a
second time and the door opens. On the other side is Herscher von
Donkerhardt, who had just gotten back to his locker room. Preparing
for the next match and the Blood Bowl war.]
Officer #1: Are you Herscher von Donkerhardt?
Herscher: Yes. Yes I am. What is the matter?
Officer #1: Please step out into the hallway sir.
[Herscher enters the hallway and and second officer grabs him from
behind. Another officer produces a pair of handcuffs and put's them on
Herscher's wrists.]
Officer #1: Mr von Donkerhardt you are under arrest for the assault of
one Todd Johnstone. We'll read you your rights, and we'll take you
down to the station for questioning. We ask you to please cooperate or
we will have to use force.
Herscher: Assault, ASSAULT? He attacked me first! I stil have a
_MATCH_!
Officer #1: Sir, we're asking that you please come quietly, do not
resist or we will have to use force.
Herscher: That fat little pig is pressing charges against me? This is
an outrage! When I get my hands on him, I will show him what assault
is really about!
Officer # 1: Thats enough sir, come with us.
[The second office pushes Herscher, and he makes the mistake of
pushing back. This forces all three of the officers to tackle and
subdue Herscher. They throw Herscher's face against the wall and try
to remove him from the hallway. Herscher struggles with them the whole
time, screaming at them in dutch.]
CL: What ... What ... What just happened?
FH: It appears we are quickly down to seven men in the chamber!
CL: Hersher von Donkerhardt has had a roller coaster night. The
referee's started off not going to come down and officiate any match
that he would be taking place in tonight. After some issues with the
replacement referee - Todd Johnstone the team of Gionet and HvD
actually won qualifying them for Blood Bowl.
FH: Not anymore!
CL: It didn't stop there. Just moments ago Donkerhardt resurfaced
attacking Gibson Hayes. Now he has been arrested by Toronto's finest
for apparently assaulting Todd Johnstone for earlier in the night?
FH: Well you can't argue the fact. We saw it live on TV!
CL: I ... I just don't know what to say, but we still have one more
match!
FH: Is it time?
CL: It's getting time for the big dog. The mega-event known as Blood
Bowl. It's roots go back further then PVW. Men who have won this
match have went on to have legendary careers. Tonight seven men
compete for the chance to join that small fraternity. From Detroit to
Phoenix ... We bring you 2010 Blood Bowl!
[A shot of the Elimination Chamber that has been built by a fast
working crew between the American Championship match and now is seen.
8 Cells ... Steel bars surrounding ... And one man standing in the
center - The Voice!]
HD: Ladies and Gent's ... We would like to thank the live fans of
Toronto for a historic night and all of you watching at home. However
we aren't done there is still one match left.
[LET'S GET THESE BASTARDS OUT HERE BLOOD THIRSTY POP!!!]
HD: The men who will compete in tonight's match ... Wrestling out of
Drammen, Norway ... The Norwegian Lesion ... Dag Jenssen!
[The PVW newcomer who has been tossed to the fire faster then anyone
in PVW history emerges from the back. Earlier tonight he picked up
the pinfall against wrestling veteran - Will Geddings. Looking proud
and a bit shell shocked the youngster heads down the aisle way.]
HD: Wrestling out of the bunker ... He is wrestling's most wide
knowned hired gun. He has a reputation of surviving the hardest of
times ... The Mercenary!
[Perhaps reputation has proceeded the wrestling hard-nosed veteran,
but his days at War Games has proved he is very difficult to put away
inside the confinements of a steel cage. He begins heading towards
the chamber as he always does ... Prepared for a war.]
HD: Wrestling out of Stoughton, MA. He has traveled the world putting
his body on the line. Known for never taking time off ... He has
earned and defended the title the PVW Warrior! Larry GIONET!
[A man most would look at and consider just like you and I. Soft
spoken at times ... Seems almost like your best friend. He has
honor, pride, and he goes out there and works like all the blue collar
men of America. Tonight he steps back in the spotlight ... He emerges
with the same look he came out the first day in the PVW. He is the
PVW Warrior.]
HD: Introducing out of Dublin, Ireland. Known around the world as
PVW's son. He wrestles with the heart's of thousands. The CELTIC
CRIPPLER ... CALEB FOLEY!
[Out steps the Irishman ... The man who started his career inside a
PVW ring before he could legally buy a drink. We have watched him go
through some of the most difficult times of his life. However he has
risen and fallen from the top to the bottom. Tonight in Toronto he
once again stands at the top.]
HD: Wrestling out of Detroit, Michigan. Known to many as the Motor
City Madman ... The Green-Skinned Freak ... Major Damage ... He
known steps out a Widowmaker ... WILLIAM CRAVEN!
[And just like the Voice told us ... The green man beast comes to the
ring wearing black vinyl slacks, red gauze on his hands and feet, and
a black ring robe. Brandishing his bo'ken, he poses for the crowd
before turning, ready for his match.]
HD: Wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois. Tonight he brought back
memories of thousands of you right here in Toronto. He is apart of
one of wrestling's most notorious families and he is known as The
HELLRAISER! Introducing Tom Landis!
[The biggest pop of the superstars up to this point? Landis has
obviously captured the minds and hearts of the crowd tonight. He pops
out and you can tell he is in the zone tonight. He begins slapping
the hands of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring.]
HD: And our final participant. Wrestling out of Montreal, Quebec,
Canada.
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MONTREAL SUCKS BOOOOOOOOOOO!]
... He goes by many names. "Le Fénix", "Deathless", and "The
Everlasting!" He comes from a proud and historical wrestling family.
A family that bleeds Tradition. Introducing PERRY FONTANA!
[A mixed reaction from the Toronto fans. After all it is hard booing
the last name Fontana. The robed confident superstar steps out. I
admit it's a bit odd seeing him with out gold around his waist, but
perhaps a Blood Bowl CUP will change that. He walks down the aisle
way with his attention on the 8 cell' cage.]
FH: There is the favorite right there Chip.
CL: I don't know there are so many good wrestlers in this one. So the
rules go as followed. Two men will start the match. And when it
comes time two more will join. However when Larry Gionet's cell is
called since his partner HvD will not be allowed to wrestle anymore
tonight. He will enter alone. You enter with your lottery partner
from earlier. However this is an every man for themselves match up.
You are eliminated by pinfall or submission.
[The men have all stepped inside the plexi-glass cell. The doors
close and the Voice has stepped out of the cage as the door is shut
and locked.]
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CL: And the first set of cells to open tonight is ....
[The first of the cells open and out step The Mercenary and Dag
Jenssen.]
CL: And the rookie makes opens this match up tonight!
FH: Jenssen without a doubt has been making a name for himself in his
debut night in the PVW but Lester I have to say the curtain is going
to close on his Cinderella story soon.
[The two men begin to circle one another for a few moments before they
lock up in the center of the ring. Merc begins to use his weight
advantage to push Dag across the ring into the ring ropes where he
fires off a knife edge chop followed by a second chop. Dag winces in
pain as Merc grabs him by the right arm and catches the rookie with a
Short Arm Clothesline.]
FH: The rookie is down and Merc doing what he does best as he just
begins to put the boots to Dag Jenssen.
CL: And the ring war veteran drops an elbow to the throat of Dag
Jessen.
FH: I told you Lester, The Mercenary carried Dag Jenssen into Blood
Bowl nad he's making the rookie realize that right now.
[Merc pulls Dag up to his feet and just tosses him over the top rope
on the extended and reinforced ring apron.]
CL: Merc following Jenssen onto the ring apron ...
FH: And it doesn't surprise me one bit that Merc is taking the action
so close to the cage already!
[Merc grabs Dag by the arm and tries to whip him into the cage but Dag
applies the breaks and reverses the whip ..]
FH: Jenssen reversing the whip sending The Mercenary into the ring
ropes ...
CL: And he sends Merc high into the sky with a Backbody Drop.
[Merc slams back into the apron with a thud and he grimaces in pain;
sitting up as he does so. Dag though follows up with a quick kick to
the back and then he grabs Merc pulling him to his feet.]
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: And Dag whips Merc back first into the cage structure.
FH: he's showing an aggressive streak right now but I'm not sure I
like this cage. Give me the good old days of chain link ...
[Merc is pressed against the cage as Dag rushes forward and leaps ...
the crowd moans.]
CL: Dag trying for a Jumping Knee Lift but Merc moved out of the way.
FH: It might not be the classic cage I know so well but I'm sure that
it was still unforgiving!
[As Dag drops to the apron he grabs his knee and Merc is all over it
as he begins to stomp away at it un-mercilessly.]
FH: Jenssen with a cardinal mistake showing the weakness to Merc!
[Merc pulls Jenssen to his feet and grabs his bad leg and lifts
Jenssen into the air.]
CL: Merc using a knee breaker, continuing that assault on Dag's knee.
FH: It's only going to be a matter of time before Dag is crawling
around the ring like Will Geddings!
[Merc grabs Dag and quickly snaps him over with a suplex. Merc quickly
back to his feet and begins to motion for the young rookie to get to
his feet.]
CL: Dag is getting back to his feet ..
FH: But notice how he's not putting a lot of weight on the knee ...
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: And Merc Spears Dag Jenssen into the cage!
FH: He can hear Dag screaming in pain, but Lester I think Merc might
have done some damage to his head there!
[Merc staggers back a step holding his head for a brief moment and
looks at his head to make sure there is no blood.]
CL: Merc with a kick to the gut of Dag doubling him over ...
FH: Mercenary could be looking for a Piledriver here ...
CL: NO! Dag Jenssen powers out of it with a Backbody Drop!
[Dag collapses to his knees and quickly pushes himself up as Merc is
slow to sit up. As both men slowly get to their feet Fontana slams on
his cell till he gets the attention of Tom Landis and begins to scream
at him.]
CL: A dull meatball? Fontana just called Landis a dull meatball?
FH: That was the only one I could make out. I'm still trying to figure
out what a faux fr're is
CL: I believe it's a fake brother.
FH: You can barely speak the English language correctly you expect me
to take your word Lester?
[Landis is obviously pissed as he kicks at his cell screaming at
Fontana to shut up. As those two bicker like a loving family does Dag
has locked on a headlock and begins to grind the side of Merc's head
with it.]
FH: The classic Grinding Headlock. Man that move brings back memories.
CL: And now Dag drags Merc's face across the top rope.
FH: I remember giving Marcus Anderson a hell of rope burn back in ...
CL: We don't care about another one of your losses Fred. Anderson
owned you, we all know it.
FH: You know nothing Lester!
[Dag releases the Headlock after pulling Mercenary the entire length
of the ring rope. He grabs the waist of Mercenary and takes him over
with a quick Belly to Back Suplex.]
CL: Dag working on the back of Mercenary still.
FH: I'm surprised he was able to lift the heavier Mercenary up with
his knee.
CL: It might be way he executed that move so quickly instead of
holding it for a bit more impact.
[Fontana is laughing as Landis glares at him from his cell.]
CL: And were seconds away from the next set of competitors to be
entered into Blood Bowl!
FH: It's Larry Gionet! And HvD would be there as well if it wasn't for
him snapping and getting himself arrested tonight! You know he's not
the first PVW star to be arrested if I recall Vandal Gomez was as well
and he was never allowed back into a PVW ring. I wonder if HvD is
going to be handed his permanent walking papers after tonight!
[Jenssen and Merc continue to exchange punches as the cell containing
Larry Gionet opens and out bursts the PVW Warrior! Dag is backing the
veteran Mercenary towards the ropes but the wily Merc ducks a wild
haymaker.]
FH: Mercenary showing why he has been a decorated champion in the past
as he lured Dag into overconfidence!
CL: Now Mercenary slips behind Jenssen locking on a full nelson ...
[And the crowd begins to moan as Mercenary charging the cage, ramming
the newcomers face into the unforgiving steel and grinding the face of
Dag Jenssen into the cage.]
CL: Dag Jenssen is being busted wide open!
FH: IF I didn't know any better I would assume he was Caleb Foley!
[Larry Gionet steps through the middle ropes and charges forward
catching Merc with a running forearm shot to the back of the head.
Gionet spins Mercenary around and drives him to the apron with a DDT.]
CL: Gionet appears to be checking on Dag Jenssen.
FH: What why? Gionet needs that vicious streak of his to come out
right now! He needs to be thinking of the glory that winning Blood
Bowl will give him, not about the well being of another competitor!
[Gionet reaches down and pulls Dag to his feet and just as quickly he
sends him crashing back to the apron with a vicious Clothesline!
Gionet once again pulls Merc up and quickly locks on a Front Chancery
..]
CL: DDT! Gionet just spiked Mercenary on the ring apron for the second
straight time!
FH: There it is the same killer instinct he used to defeat Chris
Hopper.
[Gionet pulls Mercenary to his feet and quickly shoves him face first
into the cage. As Mercenary rebounds off of the cage Gionet begins to
rush towards him but Dag Jenssen grabs his foot and causes Gionet to
trip a bit. Gionet is able to keep his balance and spins around to
glare at Dag who is getting to his feet.]
FH: Here we go! Dag Jenssen realizes now that this is every man for
himself and he's ready to go toe to toe with Gionet!
[The crowd boos as Mercenary blind sides Gionet from behind.]
CL: Gionet sent sailing into the ring ropes as Merc just catches him
from behind with both fists to the head!
[Dag Jenssen kicks Gionet in the ribs as Merc grabs GIonet from behind
applies a full nelson. As Merc spins Gionet off of the ring ropes Dag
winds up and clocks Gionet in the face with a stiff forearm and a
second one. Gionet though catches Dag with a kick to the mid section
and stomps on the foot of Merc causing him to release the hold. Dag
charges forward and Gionet side steps causing Dag to crash into Merc.]
CL: Dag and Merc looking like the three stooges there for a moment.
[Gionet chops block the knee of Dag Jenssen. As Dag is on one knee
Merc catches the side of Dag's head with a nasty Discus Punch.]
FH: The brains of Dag Jenssen were just scrambled by that Discus
Punch! Dag appears to be on dream street!
CL: That he does Fred and Gionet is glaring at Mercenary ...
FH: What do you think is worse that Discus Punch or the Beckbreaker?
CL: Beckbreaker Fred, definitely the Beckbreaker.
[Merc and Gionet just begin to exchange rights and lefts as the crowd
begins to go wild for Gionet who has forced Merc up against the cell
containing William Craven who just glares at the two men. Gionet
swings wildly as Merc duck.]
CL: Gionet just punched the cell containing William Craven ... and the
green freak doesn't look too pleased about it!
FH: Not one bit and it appears that Landis has finally decided to
ignore Fontana and with the fact he constantly speaks two languages I
don't blame him.
[Gionet shakes his hand for a split second as Merc swings a right hand
at Gionet, who ducks and Merc slams his hand into the cell of William
Craven. Merc just glares at Craven and spits on the cell.]
CL: I'm not sure that was a good idea.
FH: What did you expect Merc hates the Widowmakers.
[Dag Jenssen charges forward and catches the side of head of Gionet,
sending him to the apron in a heap. Jenssen pulls Gionet to his feet
and tosses him back into the ring. Jenssen goes to follow but Merc
grabs him by the arm and whips him into the cell of Craven. As Dag
staggers back Merc drives his forearm into the back of Dag and then
grabs his head and drives him into the apron with a Bulldog.]
CL: And we are once again moments away from other cell opening.
[Fontana begins to knock on the glass to Landis cell again and after a
few moments Landis glares at Fontana who raises one finger and
suddenly Perry "Le Phenix" Fontana reaches into his tights.]
FH: What the hell is that retard doing? We better be on a tape delay!
CL: I don't know and I don't want to know! With any luck it will be
his chamber opening so we don't have to find out.
[The chamber containing Caleb Foley and William Craven opens the crowd
begins to boo the green skinned freak as he steps out from his cell.]
FH: And here comes the only man in this event that was in last years
Blood Bowl.
CL: Based on his experience he is the odds on favorite now!
[Fontana reaches into his tights and retrieves a set of black and
white photographs. He places a photo face first on the glass between
his cell and the Hellraiser's and knocks on the glass to get Landis'
attention; who is once again looking at the action in the ring.]
CL: What, what are those pictures Fontana took out?
FH: They look like art photos to me, Chip.
CL: Art photos? They look... like... soft core pornography!
FH: Black and white makes them art, not porn. Learn that lesson
fellas. It comes very handy when the wife stumbles on the porn stash.
CL: They're not photos of Tom Landis' sister, are they?
[Exasperated, Landis finally turns to tell his brother-in-law to stop
his knocking when he finally spots the photos and does a double take.
If he had water in his mouth, he'd spit it all out right about now!
Then, Tom snaps his head back and looks away, gouging at his eyes like
he just saw "2 Girls 1 Cup."]
CL: It IS Tom's sister!!
FH: But it's art... the Network Title is in most of the photos, Chip.
That's really artsy. Props are artful. Remember that one too, guys.
CL: That... That's INHUMANE!
[Craven heads directly for Mercenary but Caleb Foley quickly grabs the
arm and whips him across the ring, as Craven charges Foley drops to
his stomach and Craven hops over Foley but is taken to the mat with
Drop Toe Hold by Larry Gionet. Caleb hops to his feet quickly and
steps on Gionet’s back ...]
CL: Foley using Gionet as a stepping stone here … he launches himself
onto the top rope ...
[Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as Foley leaps backwards.]
CL: Triple Jump Moonsault by Foley.
FH: And finally someone is smart enough to make a cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
FH: And only a two count as Mercenary comes back into the ring and
drags Foley off of Craven!
CL: Why would you do that?
[As if to answer Chip’s question Mercenary begins to drive right hand
after right hand into the skull of Craven. Meanwhile in the final
plexi-glass chamber Fontana drops that photographs and places another
one against the glass, screaming
"Look at how much I love my _beautiful_ WIFE, cousin! Look at how
ROMANTIC our love is!" Landis doesn't want to look... but he's too
horrified, incredulously disbelieving... Like an accident on the side
of the highway, he can't help but look again, and be horribly,
horribly mentally scarred in the process!]
CL: That's cruel and unusual punishment right there, Fred!
FH: Why is he reacting like this? He should be happy that his sister
finally found true love.
CL: Luke Fontana would never have done this!
FH: Come on, Chip. How do you think Perry was conceived? Immaculate
conception?
CL: -sighs- Foley is pulling Mercenary off of Craven and Merc just
shoves him away like he’s after thought!
[Merc spins to go after Craven one more time but Foley grabs him again
spinning him around and catching him with a swift kick to the gut.
Foley motions for Gionet who grabs Merc with Foley and they execute a
double suplex taking Merc over. Landis tries to claw his own eyes out
of their sockets again, crumbling at the bottom of his cell. Fontana
switches to another photograph, screaming at the Hellraiser, goading
him into looking again.]
CL: Oh, no... Landis is turning red!
[Rising, furious, Landis slams his fist on the glass separator again
and again!]
"__WHAAAM__"
"__WHAAAM__"
"__WHAAAM__"
[In a berserker rage, Tom Landis punches and kicks repeatedly at the
pane that separates him from his brother-in-law while Fontana eggs him
on. Shoulder first, Hellraiser shoulder rams into the separator, once,
twice...]
"__KATHUUD__"
"___KUH-THUUUD___"
[But lacking the room to take any kind of significant running start,
the pane holds fast. Holding a few photo in his brother-in-law's face,
Fontana hatefully laughs as Landis kicks at the separators again.]
Fontana: La _famiglia_ viene PRIMA, Tommy! We get rid of all these
_milquetoasts_, then we have this big _chamber_ left to ourselves to
_settle_ this like BROTHERS!! Aaaah oouais!
[Landis pulls out his hair in distress, locks eyes with Fontana in a
piercing gaze of hate, wets his lip... then he nods.]
HTL: Family first, Perry. But don't think you're getting out of this
unscathed, once it's you and me we've got no choice. No choice!
[The calm but hate-filled brothers-in-law stare at each other through
the separating window and nod. Dag Jenssen has returned to the ring as
well and grabs Gionet whipping him into the ropes; actually William
Craven's left arm as the big man has returned to his feet and leaves
the charging gionet. Merc blocks a right hand from Foley and is able
to grab him and rams him shoulder first into the ring post.]
CL: The action is fast and furious in the ring and honestly Fontana
and Landis can work better together by hating each-other this much
completely baffles me.
FH: That's what family is all about, Chip. Hatred. It's a stronger
bond than love. Hate is the glue that keeps families strong.
[Merc grabs Foley and tosses him over the top rope onto the apron as
Craven pulls Gionet up and just drops him across the top rope throat
first. Dag Jenssen rushes forward and clips the knee out from William
Craven and begins to pummel the head of the newest Widowmaker.]
CL: We have five men all over the Chamber right now and we're just
moments from the final cell opening up!
FH: Merc has Foley up on his shoulder ...
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
[GGGRRROOOAAANNN.]
FH: And Foley is busted open!
CL: Merc used him like a battering ram!
FH: Merc was trying to create a new door so he could toss garbage like
Foley out of the ring.
[Jenssen continues to pound away at Craven.]
CL: Craven blocks that right hand get climbs to his feet.
FH: This can’t be good for the kid as Craven just plants another right
into the head of Dag and Dag is being whipped into th corn ... no Dag
reverses and Craven hits the corner with authority.
[The chamber opens and the final two men enter the fray. The fans
give a nice pop for Tom Landis who some how became a fan favorite here
in Toronto over the night.]
CL: The battle has been waging ... And finally all seven men are
inside the chamber. One of these seven men will win Blood Bowl
tonight Fred.
[Dag rushes forward towards Craven who lifts his boot and drives it
into the jaw of Dag Jenssen.]
FH: And Perry isn't wasting any time!
[Fontana has Jenssen right from behind with a roll up!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Handful of tights!
THREE !!!
[BUMMMER HEEL POP!]
CL: The rookie who has impressed many here tonight didn't see Fontana
enter and he suffered for it.
FH: Fontana is a master inside this ring. And we are in Canada. He
has to be the favorite right now.
[The Mercenary has Caleb Foley perched on the top turn-buckle, facing
outward ... The hired gun makes his way to the second rope and grabs
the Irishman as if he was going to land a back suplex.]
CL: Caleb is in some trouble here ...
[...But instead, he lifts Foley up, and then atomic drops him down
onto the ring post.]
[GROOOOOANNNNNN]
FH: Take an Enema, Mr. Foley!
CL: I hate to see anyone go through that move. It looks _painful_!
[The Mercenary turns ... Landis not to be out done by his brother in
law with a Codebreaker ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
CL: And the Mercenary has been pinned! Both Landis and Fontana have
entered this match on fire!
FH: They have the spirit of the Fontana brothers with them tonight
Chip!
CL: Fans are fully behind Landis too.
FH: They should be behind the _real_ Fontana!
[Landis back up and in the wrong place at the wrong time ... Craven
smashes a mafia kick sending his teeth right down his throat. However
Perry Fontana isn't about to let his brother-in-law down. He spins
Craven around, but as he looks in the eyes and the snarling drool from
the green-skinned freak he quickly backs away and right into an
awaiting Larry Gionet who has a little revenge to dish out from last
Heatwave. He unloads rights and lefts shocking the former PVW Network
Champion. He goes for a short-arm, but Fontana ducks under it ... and
hits Craven who doesn't budge!]
CL: That doesn't look good for Gionet.
FH: Craven is like a caged animal, but actually enjoys to be caged
when he has fresh meat inside the cage with him!
[Unlike Fontana however he isn't looking to back down from the green-
skinned monster. Gionet _unloads_ with rapid fore punches. Craven is
reeling as Gionet takes a few steps back and charges SPEARING the big
monster _off_ his feet and driving him down. The fans go wild for the
PVW Warrior - however else where in the ring Fontana has pulled Foley
to his feet and unleashed a series of _STIFF_ knife edge chops that
did the opposite effect and woke up the Celtic Crippler.]
CL: Foley with a forearm shot! Another! He grabs the back of
Fontana's head and charges ....
[FONTANA MEET CAGE POP!!!]
FH: No!!
CL: Foley _grinding_ Fontana's head into the cage, but Landis is right
there and turns Foley around ....
"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"
... DDT!
FH: That's how you watch your brother's back. It appears Tom Landis
isn't as dumb as a monkey after all.
CL: Gionet is up however and sends Landis into the ropes ... TILT-A-
WHIRL ....
"____CRAAAAAAAAAAACK___"
[RIB MUTHA FN CRACKA POP!!!]
CL: A move that Gionet has perfected here in the PVW! However Fontana
is repaying his brother-in-law!
[... Fireman's carry ... ARMBREAKER!]
FH: That's how you do it! Show em Perry! Blood Bowl is yours.
CL: Craven is back up and he looks ... Angry.
FH: Okay maybe not.
[Craven is up and snarling. However the Widowmaker doesn't see Foley
from off to the side hit a full charge spear that takes the
unexpecting monster off his feet. Foley leaps to his feet and
STANDING MOONSAULT!]
[TAKE AN IRISH BLESSING YA GREEN-SKINNED FREAK POP!]
CL: Foley taking Craven right back down ... He turns just in time and
ducks a charge by Fontana.
[Fontana hits the ropes and rebounds ...]
"____KAAAATHUUUUUUUUD____"
CL: Foley's sit-out spinebuster known as; "Delivery from Dublin"! He
hooks a leg!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
[MIXED REACTION POP!!!]
FH: Tom Landis broke up the pin?
CL: This is an every man for himself match, but I guess there may be
some sort of an agreement between the two?
[However Landis pays for his troubles... Craven's huge right gauntlet
reaches out and engulf's the face of Tom Landis into a CLAW!!!!]
CL: Landis face has been fully engulfed and his limbs are squirming
around!
FH: Landis is about to be eliminated. It was nice knowing you, but we
knew your stay was short.
[Craven drives his strength and puts it behind that huge mitt.
Fontana is up and drives an axe-handle down on the mid-back of Craven.
Craven sits on his knees pushing down and turns his head side-ways
tilting it looking at Fontana.]
FH: That's .... That's just creepy.
CL: Your telling me!
[Fontana sort of frozen, but out of nowhere ... Gionet runs and leaps
into a full blown shining wizard at the exposed tilted face of
Craven.]
"___SMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK___"
[HOLLLLLLLLLLY BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP POP!!!!!!!!!!]
CL: LARRY FREAKIN GIONET! HE ISN'T SCARED OF ANYONE AND JUST LAID
WILLIAM CRAVEN OUT!
FH: I haven't seen anyone take it to Craven like that ... like _EVER_!
[Like clock work with Craven near unconscious ... Fontana drops down
on top of the beast for the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
CL: Craven still finds some life in him to kick out. Fontana leaps
back up, but right into a belly-to-back by Gionet ...
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
... BRIDGE!
ONE ...
TWO ...
FH: Fontana kicks out!
[Both men are back up ... Landis behind drives Gionet head down face
first with an exposed bulldog! However Fontana was exposed himself
and Foley from behind with a small package!]
FH: Hahaha ... Foley with a small package ...
CL: Juvenile.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
... Fontana _JUST_ kicks out of the unexpected pin.
[Both men fire right back up and Foley ducks under a stiff shot and
hits the ropes and … Flying body press, but Fontana catches him and
spins him around and Landis is up and dropkicks the back of Foley's
head ... Fontana then falls down right on top of him.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
[WOW HE KICKED OUT POP!!!]
CL: The fans aren't the only one shocked here!
[Fontana and Landis are back up and they look at one another and just
turn as they notice Craven is getting back to his feet. They charge
... TWO giant hands extend ... _CATCH_ the latest reincarnation of
the Fontana brothers and lifts them both up....]
"___KAAAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: _Double_ Chokeslam!
[Gionet is up but this time his luck isn't so lucky. Craven is right
there and TEETH MEETS HEAD ...]
[AAAAAAHHHHH HE IS EATING HIS FACE HEEL POP!!!!]
S P I T O R S W A L L O W ? ! ? !
S P I T O R S W A L L O W ? ! ? !
S P I T O R S W A L L O W ? ! ? !
S P I T O R S W A L L O W ? ! ? !
CL: These Toronto fans are ruthless tonight!
[Fontana has crawled over to the turnbuckles and he appears to be
taking the top off.]
FH: Looks like Fontana has an idea ... It's never good for his
opponents when he gets a good idea.
[Craven finally stops chomping away on Gionet Mignon ... Blood sits on
his chin and teeth and he reaches back and pats himself on the back.]
CL: Mama Craven would be so proud.
[Fontana shouts to Landis who is now on his feet to bring Craven over
to the now metal exposed turnbuckle.]
FH: AAahh.. The plan is to use a little extra help in eliminating the
biggest and the baddest in that ring.
CL: Landis drops down hitting the left knee. He drops down again and
drives his weight behind it again. Craven crumbles only slightly.
[Landis backs up and charges ... ROAAARING ELBOW!!!!]
CL: And Craven is now stunned yet again.
FH: Well it helps when everybody inside the Chamber is gunning at him.
CL: Wouldn't you?
FH: I guess you are right.
[Landis grabs the back of Craven's head and begins to take him towards
where Fontana is and that exposed turnbuckle. Except ... Craven stops
in his tracks, Turns and yanks the unexpecting Landis towards him...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: T-Bone suplex!
FH: And look at Fontana!
[Fontana realizes his best move now is ... To grab the prone Gionet's
arm and ... FUJIWA ARMBAR!]
CL: Fontana resorts to ... his comfort zone.
FH: A master in the ring he saw an opportunity!
[The bloodied missing some flesh Gionet now has his arm trapped and in
some trouble. However excitement elsewhere does exist! Foley is now
up and he never backs down from a fight! Running Knee Smash!
Springboard dropkick! Craven stumbling on his feet ... Foley backs up
and Hooking Clothesline! Down goes the beast! However not for long
as he rises quickly...]
CL: Hurricanrana! Foley is letting loose!
[AND THE FANS LOVE IT! YOU GO YOU PALE SOB!]
FH: What's he doing now?
CL: Foley is heading to the top ropes ... He is looking to put
William Craven away!
[Foley stands on the top ropes only for a second and he leaps into his
450 Splash off the top ropes ....]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[OOOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOOESSSS POP!]
FH: Irish Eyes Aren't Smiling tonight!
CL: Craven _JUST_ got out of the way.
[However Foley was successful in one thing. He made Craven angry. He
lifts the deflated Celtic superstar ... Lifts him up into a powerbomb
position and Craven turns and twist's... RUNS .... AND AIM'S TOWARDS
THAT EARLIER EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE ---]
"___CRRRRRAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHH___"
[GOOOD GAWD NOOOO POP!]
CL: FOLEY WAS CRUSHED INTO THAT CORNER!
FH: Exposed Corner at that. Lesson never piss Craven off.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
... And everyone can only look on.
CL: Foley fought hard. Like he does every match, but one mistake and
a Craven assault later and he has been eliminated.
[Down to the final four. Fontana has finally let go of the armbar.
Gionet the PVW Warrior is known to be darn-near-impossible to make
submit anyways. Landis has made it back to his feet. And six eyes
are all now on one person. William Craven!]
FH: Three on One and I still think the odds are heavily in favor of
Craven at this monet!
CL: You could be right but Landis has no problems rushing towards the
jolly green giant ...
FH: Oh Craven is gonna kill you.
[Landis and Fontana rush forward only to have Craven duck both men but
get caught by Thrust Kick from Gionet. Craven drops to one knee and
Gionet drills Craven with a stiff elbow shot. Landis rushes forward
and hits a snapmare on Craven, who's head snaps back to the mat.
Fontana motions both Gionet and Landis back and locks on an Armbar on
the beast.]
FH: Fontana looking to be the one to eliminate Craven here and it
seems ... nevermind Gionet grabs Fontana and pulls him to his feet ...
CL: And Landis grabs Gionet from behind with a nasty Release German
Suplex. Fontana looking at Gionet and he locks an Armbar on Gionet.
FH: And Landis drops down for the cover on Craven!
ONE !!!!
[Fontana sees the action out of the corner of his eye and releases the
armbar on Gionet.]
TWO !!!
THR – !!!
CL : And Fontana breaks up the cover!
FH: Why?
CL: Fontana drops down and reapplies an armbar on Craven!
FH: Apparently he wants the glory of beating the beast Blood Bowl has
to offer!
[Gionet grabs Landis and whips him hard into the corner. He follows up
with a Running Knee to the midsection and quickly ascends to the
middle turnbuckle and begins to rain right hands down upon Landis'
forehead. The crowd quickly begins to count along!]
FOUR !!!
FIVE !!!
SIX !!!
SEVEN !!!
EIGHT !!!
NINE !!!
TEN !!!
[Gionet thrusts his arms into the air and stares at the top of the
plexi-glass chamber in front of him.]
CL: Gionet is on the top rope and he's ... good lord why is he going
on top of the plex-glass chamber?!?
FH: I'm not sure but these fans are eating it up!
[Fontana releases the Armbar on Craven and drops a knee into his
skull. He looks and sees Landis being pulled up onto the chamber with
Gionet. Fontana though grabs Craven by the head and ...]
CL: Fontana with a Running Bulldog!
FH: And on the glass chamber Gionet and Landis are exchanging rights
and lefts. Oh!
[Landis teeters on the edge of the chamber but is able to regain his
balance and drives his left hand into Gionet's head. Landis follows up
with a European Uppercut and delivers a Hooking Clothesline sending
Gionet down on the chamber top.]
CL: Landis pulling Gionet up and locking on an inverted facelock …
FH: He could be looking for an Inverted DDT ...
[Landis positions himself and Gionet on the edge of the chamber and
looking at the ring.]
CL: What on Earth can he be thinking?!?
[Landis with a leaping somersault and as he does so his arm shifts
hooking Gioneet in a three-quarter bulldog.]
CL: GOOD LORD! Diamond Dust!
FH: Landis just and I mean just cleared the distance needed for them
to land in the ring!
[Landis is grabbing his tailbone as he Gionet just appears out of it.
Fontana rushes over quickly and turns ionet over ...]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
[Craven rushes forward and drills Landis in the side of the head with
a knee.]
THREE !!!
CL: Gionet is gone!
FH: And Landis could be out of it!
[Fontana stands with his hands held high but Craven quickly spins him
around and drives him in the gut with a knee. In a fluid motion he
pulls Fontana up and drives him onto the prone figure of Tom Landis.]
CL: Craven just powerbombed Fontana onto Landis.
FH: Fontana got the better end of that deal but I’m not sure by how
much.
CL: Craven shoves the lifeless form of Gionet out of the ring and
looks at Fontana.
FH: This looks like the beginning of the end Lester!
[A sadistic smile crosses the face of Craven as he begins to lift
Fontana into the air for a second powerbomb. As Fontana reaches the
apex; he grabs the head of Craven and delivers a right hand to his
skull, followed by a second right. Fontana quickly shifts his weight
...]
CL: My lord! Fontana countered the powerbomb by locking on a Rolling
Armbar on Craven!
FH: he's cinched it on tight and there is on one left to break it up!
Is Fontana going to do the improbable and become the second ever PVW
Blood Bowl winner?
[Craven lets out a bellow of pain as only the 40 year old war horse
can do. A look of pure intensity has befallen the face of Fontana as
he continues to wrench at the green arm of Craven.]
CL: Fontana straining as he continues to pull at the arm of William
Craven ...
FH: he's trying to rip it out of the socket and honestly Lester that
is the only way I would ever see William Craven submitted here
tonight!
[Craven bellows again as Fontana screams to the referee to show mercy
to Craven and stop the match.]
FH: Perry trying to be a sportsman and convince the referee that the
best move right now is to stop the match so that William Craven will
continue to have a career!
CL: Craven appears to be trying to shift his body weight here ...
[William Craven has rolled towards Fontana; in doing so he has rolled
Fontana's legs up into the air and has gotten a knee under him which
allows him to blast Fontana with a solid left hand.]
CL: Craven trying to fight out of the Armbar but Fontana is keeping it
locked in tight!
[Craven reaches down and grabs Fontana by his hair. The crowd lets out
a shocked roar as Craven pulls Fontana up and he stands to his feet.]
CL: MY GOD! Craven is on his feet and Fontana still has the Fujiwara
Armbar locked in!
FH: Craven is a freak! This, this right here is why Rick Marley did
everything he could to have William Craven as a member of the
Widowmakers!
[In a fluid motion Craven drives Fontana into the mat with such
authority that Fontana releases the hold. Craven stands to his full
height and roars for a moment.]
FH: The freak is pissed!
[Craven reaches down and grabs Fontana by the hair. As he pulls him up
he flicks his forked tongue at him before he tosses him over the top
rope onto the extended ring apron.]
FH: Look at Craven just stalking Fontana on the outside Lester. I
really wouldn't want to be Fontana right now!
[Craven reaches down and once again pulls Fontana up.]
CL: William Craven has Perry on his shoulders ... it looks like he
could be going for a Powerslam ...
!!! CCCRRRAAACCCKKK !!!
FH: Craven just drove Perry head first into the plexi-glass just like
he was a battering ram! Personally Lester I liked it better when
Mercenary drove Foley head first into the unforgiving steel but this
is just as bad!
CL: Look at the plexi-glass Fred. Craven drove him with such authority
there is a crack in it! And Craven drives Fontana into the plex-glass
a second time!
[As Craven pulls the skull of Fontana from the cracking plex-glass
blood can be seen dripping forth from Fontana's head.]
CL: Fontana is busted open!
FH: He wasn't the first one tonight to bleed Lester. Honestly I'm
still amazed Craven can man handle Fontana right now even with the
damage done to his arm from that Rolling Armbar moments ago!
[Craven just shrugs Fontana off of his shoulder and drives a boot into
the back of Fontana's head.]
CL: William Craven is just taking his time right now as he continues
to stomp on the head of Perry Fontana.
[Craven pulls Fontana up once again and grabs him in a modified bear
hug.]
FH: Craven is squeezing the life out of Fontana with that bear hug
right now!
[Without warning Craven tosses Fontana high into the air ...]
!!! CCCRRRAAAASSSHHH !!!
[The crowd erupts as the plexi-glass shatters from the impact of Perry
Fontana being tossed though it.]
CL: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY RELEASE SUPLEX!!
FH: Craven tossed Fontana through that plexi-glass like he was a sack
of potatoes!
CL: Plexi-glass is all over the ring and I think Perry Fontana is
broken!
FH: Craven isn't done he's pulling Fontana from the wreckage of the
chamber and just tosses him through the middle rope to the ring ...
and he's dragging a limp Fontana back to his feet.
CL: doesn't this beast have an ounce of humanity left in him?!?!
FH: That flew out the door the moment he joined the Widowmakers
Lester!
[William Craven grabs Perry Fontana by the arm and twists it behind
Perry's head.]
FH: This can usually only mean one thing Lester ...
[Craven lifts his right hand into the air.]
CL: There is no emotion on Fontana's face ...
FH: Even if there was you couldn't see it through the blood!
[Craven drives his fist into the chest of Fontana who just collapses
from the impact.
CL: HEART PUNCH!
FH: And Craven goes for the cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
[William Craven rises up and looks down at the bloody limp body of the
former PVW Television Champion and smiles a sadistic smile.]
FH: That right there Lester ... that was a message! And we all know
who that message is for!
CL: were down to just William Craven and Tom Landis now Fred!
FH: This is crap Lester! Landis didn't have Perry's back! He just let
him get eliminated!
CL: Sometimes Fred I swear you have no idea what is going on in that
ring!
[Landis pulls himself to his feet using the ring ropes and looks
towards the fallen form of Perry Fontana. Landis shrugs his shoulders
as Craven turns to face Tom Landis.]
CL: They are opening the cage door and we have EMTS quickly coming to
the ring to check on Perry.
FH: And Craven has charged Tom Landis and drives a knee into the
Hellraiser's gut doubling him over.
CL: And Craven with a nasty European Uppercut ...
FH: don't make it fancy Lester that was a pure old fashion bar room
brawl style uppercut that has sent Landis back into the ring ropes.
And Craven continues to unload with a series of right hands dropping
Landis to a knee.
CL: Craven doesn't seem to want to see Landis on his knee yet as he
pulls Landis back to his feet ...
FH: Craven winding up again and Landis reaches up ...
CL: Jawbreaker! Landis stunning Craven right there ...
[The EMTS have gotten Perry Fontana out of the ring and Duke Martin
relocks the cage as Landis drops Craven with a Neckbreaker. Landis
quickly grabs the right arm of William Craven ...]
CL: Tom Landis is applying a version of the Fujiwara Armbar on William
Craven!
FH: Oh look at him! First he doesn't watch the back of his brother in
law and now he's trying to show Perry Fontana up with his own move!
CL: This has to be the sloppiest version of a Fujiwara I have seen in
my life.
[Perry Fontana looks at the ring as he wipes the blood away from his
eyes and he begins to scream in French.]
FH: What is he saying Lester?
CL: I don't know I don't speak French.
FH: Well whatever it is I'm sure we just got fined in France.
[Landis releases the Armbar and pulls Craven to his feet. He hooks
Craven in a front chancery ...]
CL: Landis lifts Craven up for a Vertical Sup ... no he places the
feet of Craven on the top rope ...
FH: Landis old age catching up with him as he cant seem to power
Craven up and over ....
[In a fluid motion Landis DDTs Craven into the mat.]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
FH: And the Detroit Madman gets his foot onto the bottom rope!
CL: Tom Landis though is quickly to his feet and pulls Craven up as
well.
FH: Landis locking on another Front Chancery ...
CL: And he takes the massive frame of William Craven up and over with
a Fisherman's Suplex. And he bridges for the cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE ???
FH: AND CRAVEN JUST EDGES HIS SHOULDER UP!
CL: Landis was a mere tenth of a second ...
FH: So you can tell that Duke Martin was a tenth of a second away from
hitting the mat Lester. Come on he was a full foot away from slapping
the mat a third time.
CL: ... Landis back to his feet and he drops a knee across the head of
Craven. Landis reaches down pulling the bald man to his feet once
again.
FH: don't let Craven hear you call him bald ...
CL: What why? He is bald. It's not like he wears a rug trying to hide
that fact!
[William Craven catches Landis in the gut with a Headbutt doubling the
Hellraiser over, and he follows up with a Headbutt that sends Landis
back a step or two.]
FH: And the Madman of the Widowmakers is mounting a comeback now as he
just lights Landis chest up with that back hand chop!
[William Craven grabs the right arm of Tom Landis and shoots him to
the far side rope. Landis is able to hook his arms around the top rope
stopping him from rebounding back towards the charging Craven. Landis
lowers his head ...]
!!! TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP !!!
CL: And Craven is Backbody Dropped over the top rope!
FH: Craven though begins to sit up as he bellows out in pain.
[Landis rushes towards the far side ropes using the rebound to gain
momentum as Craven pushes himself back to his feet ...]
CL: Landis Leap!
[Landis dives over the top rope with a Plancha and crashes into Craven
sending them both crashing into the cage surrounding the ring!]
FH: Landis Leap?!?! This isn't Greenbay!
CL: That's the Lambeau Leap Fred!
[The crowd is cheering madly as the newest member of the Widowmakers
is sprawled out on the ring apron. Tom Landis slowly pulls himself to
his feet and grabs Craven dragging him up as well and locking in a
tight front chancery.]
FH: he's trying to choke Craven out ...
CL: cant blame him there ...
FH: Oh so it's okay for Landis to choke someone but if Fontana was
doing it you would screaming foul.
[Tom Landis pulls Craven fully up and lifts him into the air with a
Vertical Suplex.]
CL: Landis delaying his suplex here as ... wait a minute he's shifting
it into a Front Layout Suplex ... Chicago Thunderbomb I! Craven
slammed face first in that reinforced apron extension!
FH: These morons in Canada are cheering Landis like he's there
national hero ... well I guess Gibson Hayes did say he did turn his
back on the United States for Canada!
[Landis begins to drag Craven towards the ring ropes.]
CL: Landis looking trying to get Craven back into the ring.
[After a few moments of struggling he finally gets William Craven into
the ring.]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THRE -- !!!
CL: NO! William Craven was just and I mean just able to edge that
shoulder up!
[Landis pounds the mat in frustration a moment before he grabs Craven
and pulls the bigger man to his feet once again. Landis grabs the top
of Craven's head and leaps, pulling Craven's head down towards his
knees as he does so ...]
CL: Codebreaker! He used this exact move to eliminate the Mercenary
from the Blood Bowl earlier!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THRE -- !!!
[The crowd moans as William Craven edges his shoulder up once more.]
FH: And the Madman is still in this match!
[A look of complete shock is upon the face of Landis as he gets to his
feet and exits onto the ring apron. Craven begins to shake his head to
the side as he pushes himself up to his feet once again.]
CL: Craven is to his feet under his own power! What's it going to take
to keep this man down?
[Landis grabs the top rope and slingshots himself onto the shoulders
of William Craven. As he leans back in an attempt to pull Craven over
with a hurricanarana Craven powers Landis back up.]
FH: Craven is reversing Landis rana ...
[The Hellraiser though drives his right hand into the head of William
Craven and spins around on the big mans shoulders.]
CL: Landis with a Victory Roll!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THR -- !!!
FH: AND AGAIN CRAVEN KICKS OUT!
[Craven is as fast to his feet as Landis and drives Landis to the mat
with a Mafia Kick.]
FH: And Landis drops as if he was just shot!
[Craven shakes his head to the side as a snarl slowly begins to cross
his lips. He grabs Landis pulling him to his feet and locking both of
his hands around the throat of Landis.]
CL: Craven's got that double choke locked on ...
FH: And that can only mean one thing ... Thunder Melter time!
[Landis though quickly kicks the knee of Craven causing him to release
Landis throat. Landis grabs the arm of Craven and tries to whip him
across the ring but Craven reverses it and sends Landis hard into the
corner. Craven builds up a head of steam rushing across the ring ...]
[And the crowd moans as the leg of William Craven barely misses Tom
Landis crotching Craven on the top rope.]
CL: Landis barely moved out of the way that Mafia Kick.
FH: I don't think Landis could have taken a second one and honestly he
seems out of it sa he is climbing the top rope and standing on top of
the plexi-glass chamber!
[Landis reaches down and grabs Craven by the head guiding him up the
turnbuckles onto the glass chamber with him and locking in a front
chancery. He begins to lift Craven up for a Vertical Suplex but Craven
locks his leg around Landis preventing the move.]
CL: Craven blocking the move and he drives his elbow into the side of
Landis head. Quickly follows up a Headbutt.
FH: Landis teetering on the edge ... but Craven scoops him up and
slams him hard into the Plexi-glass! It didn't give and I cant see any
cracks so they maybe lucky but if I was Craven I would want off of
there as soon as possible.
[Craven reaches down and pulls Landis to his feet; both hands wrapped
around the neck of Tom Landis as he lifts him into the air.]
FH: Only one thing can be coming!
[Craven drops to his knees ...]
CL: THUNDER MELTER!
CL & FH: MY GOD!
!!! TTTHHHUUUDDD !!!
CL: Craven just sent Tom Landis back first from the top of the glass
chamber to the reinforced ring apron!
[Craven smirks as he drops from the top of the glass chamber and grabs
Tom Landis and tosses him over the top rope into the ring. Craven
glares at Duke Martin as he drops for the cover!]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
!!! DING DING DING !!!
FH: Craven has done it! William Craven is the Blood Bowl Champion!
[William Craven rises up and looks down at the limp body of Tom Landis
and smiles a sadistic smile as Herk Douglas announces him the winner.]
HD: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner and Blood Bowl Champion ....
!!! WILLIAM CRAVEN !!!
[Duke Martin walks to the center of the ring, the Blood Bowl Cup in
hand. He presents it slowly to William Craven who grabs it and raises
it high into the air over Tom Landis.]
FH: THE WIDOWMAKERS ARE BACK BABY!
CL: They just made a huge statement with that win tonight, but perhaps
there are more questions then answers that remain with the
Widowmakers. William Craven hoisting the Blood Bowl trophey wont
solve it all.
FH: No but it will go a long way.
CL: We thank you for tuning in on Strickland Sports Network. Tonight
was a night that will go down in wrestling history. A career came to
an end ... A title changed hands ... A manager was sent to the
hospital ... A wrestler was arrested ... And we have a 2010 Blood Bowl
Champion!
[The Camera catches William Craven's face. It looks about what you
would expect. Green ... And sadistic ... It pans backwards one last
time as he stands in the carnage he unleashed. The Elimination
Chamber and he holds the 2010 Blood Bowl Cup ... Fade!]
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Credits:
Brian: Hayes v. Detson, HVD/Gionet v. Chase/???, Part of Blood Bowl
Rob: Most of Blood Bowl
Picky: Sinister v. DD, 2nd Half - Hops/Geds v. Merc/Dag
Berger: Spectre/Cox v. Fontana/Landis
Pat C: Manson/Feyr v. Craven/Foley
Flouze: Fontana v. Maniac
Don: 1st half - Hops/Geds v. Merc/Dag
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