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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 15:57:44 GMT -5
The feed fades in as we see fans waving and screaming in front of the camera. “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie begins to play and the camera whips from left to right. We have a packed house as the screams stifle the audio equipment. Various signs are shown in the crowd that read: BIG DOG OWNZ ALL and CROSS THE KING! As the feed takes in the responses, it then pans to ringside where we see Rock Gibson and Sidney Long. Sidney turns to Rock and laughs as Rock smiles: Gibson: Welcome to this week’s episode of Sunday Night Vengeance! Tonight, we have a hell of a show planned for you all tonight! Every match is set to impress tonight in a big way, I am excited! Long: Tonight, we witness the rise of Maynard Hetfield and Brett Cross as we witness what will for sure be the feud of the next generation! Throw TITAN into that as special referee and this is a can’t lose affair!Gibson: In the main event, Hardkore Champion Immanuel Taylor will square off against.. Wait… what’s this?Tyrant by Judas Priest begins to blare out of the audio speaks as Immanuel Taylor himself steps into view! The fans react with a sea of boos for him as he heads on down the ramp way, never once stopping to acknowledge their replies. Rolling into the ring, Taylor flings the Hardkore title across the mat, sending it into a slide as he snatches the microphone out of John Walt’s hand. Gibson: What’s going on here?
The crowd continues to boo loudly as Taylor glares out into the sea of fans. Taylor: Now, I don’t normally choose to come out here and make a fuss like this, but I am a man and there are things that require a response. You see, I mind my own business around here, competing in matches that I am scheduled to be put in without so much as a whimper in response. I stay under the radar so to speak. Yet, some people just can’t seem to get the message in that. Last week, Jack Bull walked out unto that stage and trash talked me. This was in response to me calling him on his shit about his never ending blabber mouth complex. I was tired of it, the world was tired of it… and I felt I had to make it clear that we didn’t want to hear his ranting ever again. Was I wrong in doing this? Does it matter? What’s done is done.The crowd begins to boo loudly and chant “TAYLOR SUCKS! TAYLOR SUCKS!”Taylor: Yeah… I suck. Why don’t you ask Tyreke Church how much I suck? Give him a call, he should be in a retirement home somewhere recovering from his injuries. Anyway, Jack and I seem to have a little problem between us, and a fight was the right thing to promote. I mean, I am not a promoter per say, but that was a no brainer. Flash forward to this morning, when I read in the paper that Bull was released from his contract, leaving me to face the biggest joke in our industry.. Bane. This is unacceptable. You can all boo me if you want but I want the same things you all do, even if you guys are too closed minded to see it.The fans slowly become quiet, almost as if they are hesitant to respond. Taylor: Which leads me to why I am here tonight. I demand a proper fill in for Jack Bull. Hell, I would demand Jack Bull at Prestige but we all know that he won’t be here, not by his doing either. It will be just another bullshit tactic by Mark Rivera that we all must live by, to make him feel powerful. Let’s just be honest though, Bull would never have defeated me. It would have been just another overblown conflict against a man who is simply not on my level. So, I am issuing an open challenge. At Prestige, I am prepared to face whomever has the guts to step through that curtain. It doesn’t matter who you are. All I ask is that you bring me your best, and lose with dignity. We all know Jack Bull could NEVER do that..The fans begin to mumble amongst themselves when Taylor speaks once more. Taylor: Come on, there has to be someone back there who wants to-Fireworks explode from the stage area as “Whup a man’s ass” by Trace Adkins begins to play! The crowd stands up and cheers loudly as the fireworks continue to light up the stage area! Gibson: Could it be?!! IT IS!! IT IS!!!Stepping into view, Chuck Johnson smiles from under a ball cap! He stares out at the fans a moment, bowing to them in response to their cheers! CJ then turns to look at Taylor who is shaking his head in disgust, before pointing in his direction! The fans cheer him on as CJ nods in agreement, only to run down the ramp way and slide under the bottom rope! The fans at a fever pitch as CJ approaches Taylor and the two stand eye to eye! Gibson: CHUCK JOHNSON, THE ANGRY REDNECK IS BACK! THE TENSION IS SO THICK YOU COULD CUT IT WITH A KNIFE!!!!Taylor watches CJ as CJ glares back at him. CJ then slowly raises one hand in the air as the fans cheer in response. After a few brief moments, a microphone is placed in his hand as the crowd slowly dies down. CJ: I heard you saying some things out here, and you mentioned my good buddy Jack Bull. Now, I understand a little jaw jabbering for the sake of the business but I’ll be damned if I will let you shit all over a good man’s career when he can’t defend himself.Taylor: Get to the point?CJ: The point of the story is that if you need someone to hand you your ass… look no further. Now, you can keep that little thrown together gold belt of yours, I have no need for it. Just put me in a match against you, at the next show, and we will see how tough you are then.The crowd cheers loudly as Taylor does not respond. CJ: Come on, Champ? Me and you. Let’s make it a little hardcore action to make you feel comfortable. You bring the match.. And I will bring the whup ass!Taylor: You… are on.The fans cheer loudly as the two of them glare at one another! The scene switches to backstage where see Isamu Suzuki stretching. He cracks his neck and heads out.. Ready for his match!
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:01:51 GMT -5
Singles Match Standard Rules Isamu Suzuki vs. Stephen Callaway Gibson: And now the first match of the night. We have the always vocal, Stephen Callaway squaring off against the very talented, Isamu Suzuki!Long: Suzuki? Shitty cars…Gibson: I don’t know. I had one and it was great. Suzuki was victorious last week. Some claim he may be the next big thing! Let’s get to ringside and get things underway!The feed switches to the ring. Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, Stephen Callaway!'Remedy' plays and he steps through the curtain. At the top of the isle he makes a 'V1' prayer taunt with his nose between the first two fingers. He then stuts to the ring singing along with his theme. He walks up the steps and through the ropes. He climbs onto the tunbuckle opposite where he came in, climbing to the second turnbuckle he makes the same prayer taunt. Walt: And his opponent.. Isamu Suzuki!"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamisen start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!" The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy. He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the match. The bell rings as both men circle the ring. They lock up. Callaway gets the edge, bringing Suzuki in for a headlock. Suzuki counters by twisting out and locking in an arm lock! After a brief moment, Callaway twists free and Irish Whips Suzuki to the ropes! Suzuki bounces off of the ropes and returns, leap frogging over Callaway and countering with a Baktare Sliding Kick! Callaway crumbles as his legs are taken out from under him! Gibson: Great agility from Suzuki there! Impressive!Callaway rushes to his feet but finds him self on the defense once again as Suzuki performs a Dragon Screw Neck Whip! Callaway is once again down on the mat as Suzuki plays to the fans! The fans are really supporting him as he walks over to Callaway and grabs a handful of hair, bringing him back up to his feet! Gibson: The fans are really loving Suzuki tonight. I think we are seeing the makings of a star!Long: Where? The only thing I see is Callaway preparing to turn the tables… sooner or later. Mark my words.Now back on his feet, Callaway has his head shoved down as Suzuki prepares to use a suplex! Callaway counters by driving his boot into Suzuki’s legs, he then counters with a suplex of his own! Callaway does not let go, turning over and bringing Suzuki back up with him. Turning Suzuki around, Callaway uses the “Always have an angle” slam! Suzuki crashes into the mat hard as Callaway covers for the pin.. 1.. Suzuki kicks out!Callaway drives a few fists into the face of Suzuki and rises to his feet after. He picks up Suzuki and hooks an arm for the suplex. Suzuki is thrown into the air but somehow lands on his feet! Callaway sees this, swinging a huge clothesline! Suzuki ducks and performs a backwards face buster! He grabs the leg for the reverse pin! 1.. 2.… Callaway kicks out!Both men rush to their feet! Suzuki attempts a arm takedown but Callaway powers out of it, lifting Suzuki into the air and spinning around with a spinning backbreaker! The crowd is booing now as Callaway sits up, smirking. He rises to his feet and drops an elbow unto Suzuki! He does it again.. And again, each time taking the life out of Suzuki more and more! Callaway is confident now, stepping back and setting up his next action. Suzuki shakes off the damage and rolls over, trying to get back in the game. He stumbles forward to his feet, just in time to catch Callaway attempting to use his finisher.. The Calsi Kick! Suzuki shows off his ring awareness by ducking under the kick, only to be hit by it anyway as Callaway catches him self and performs it a second time on the rebound! Suzuki goes down and Callaway covers for the pin.. 1.. 2.. Three!Walt: Your winner.. Stephen Callaway!The crowd begins to boo loudly as Callaway poses for the fans! Gibson: Wow, surprise win by Callaway here. I have a feeling he will be talking about that for a long time..
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:02:35 GMT -5
"Ticks and Leeches" begins to echo throughout the arena as the crowd rise in unison, throwing venomous jeers towards the stage. After a few seconds, there is absolutely no movement: No throwing aside of the curtain, nothing.
Long: "Well, that's his entrance music, but where is he? Where's Maynard Hetfield??"
Gibson: "Gone, I hope."
Long: "Just because you're one of Rivera's lackies and you're afraid of Hetfield making a mockery out of Rivera's chosen best."
Gibson: "Pretty rich coming from you. You do realise Rivera hand-picked Hetfield too, right?"
"Ticks and Leeches" suddenly cuts off, the only sound in the arena being the jeers from the crowd. Suddenly, the tron shows Maynard Hetfield, sitting on the bonnet of his 1936 Lincoln Zephyr with a microphone in one hand and a bottle of La Fae Absinthe in the other. The crowds jeers increase tenfold when they see the image of Maynard Hetfield, who gives a small grin at hearing them.
Hetfield: "Roma Caput Mundi!"
The crowds jeers silence slightly.
Hetfield: "Now that i've shut you fucking ingrates up, maybe you can listen to the man who is representing the culture of your forefathers."
Hetfield laughs sharply as the crowds jeers increase in intensity.
Hetfield: "You may wonder why i'm sitting here in the cold, cold Parking Lot, enjoying some absinthe. Well, the reason is that I can't really stand being in the actual goddamn arena until my match. If I move from this spot, then i'll have to walk into the back and listen to such unbelievable drivel coming from the superstars. "I want a title shot!", "I deserve a title shot!", "My match was tough!", "Stephen Callaway hurt me bad!", "TITAN ate my puppy!" You people think i'm kidding, but i'm not. I am so much better than every single last one of those wastrels and bottom-feeders that it's not even funny....Well, actually, it is.
See, unlike these idiots, I don't give a shit about a title shot. To be honest, the only thing I care about is getting the thing that every single one of you are giving me right now: Attention. Why else do you think I handed that toupee-wearing, shit-stirring Rivera my contract and told him to give me my title shot I won at Brawl for Prestige? For a stage. The grandest stage in this mangy federation: Prestige."
The crowd jeers loudly at Hetfield's sharp words for the Asylum. Hetfield simply shrugs it off, rubbing his shaven head.
Hetfield: "Blow it out your asses. I'm giving you the time of day, so be grateful. Prestige is the stage that I will take to prove to every single one of you that a title does not equal greatness. Shall I tell you what equals greatness? Do you know what makes a man? Strength. Determination. An iron will. Yet keeping that in mind, we have these little pussies in the locker room falling to their knees to give Rivera some encouragement to give them a title shot."
Hetfield coughs, licking the tip of the absinthe bottle suggestively before taking a quick drink, coughing and spitting some of the neon green fluid onto the floor.
Hetfield: "See, at Prestige, I will have my soapbox, I will have your attention, and I will finally have this federation where i've always wanted: On it's knees and grabbed by the throat. See, none of you know. None of you fans know. None of you fans around the damn world know..just what Prestige is actually going to mean for the company. Last week, I said it was never about the titles, and I still stand by my words. But I dwelled more on my words, and realised something: These titles breed laziness and mediocrity, they encourage the roster to fall to their knees and humiliate themselves for it. When me and Oblivion fought our bloody battles in that hallowed ring, it all clicked in place: We fight better when it's about spilling blood and proving ourselves, not when it comes to titles.
What all of you don't know is this: There are three men in this match. You are neutral towards one, and you hate the other two. Let me make this plain and clear for you people: There is one person who you really don't want winning that World Championship, and that is me. If I win that belt, you can kiss it goodbye. Kiss the prestige goodbye. Kiss the legends goodbye. Kiss it all goodbye. When i'm World Champion, I am going to throw it into the fucking trash where it belongs....Or maybe I won't? Maybe i'll use the paycheck to launch a takeover the Asylum? Either way, YOU WILL START FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!!
I'm sick of people dismissing Maynard Hetfield as the crazy guy, as the insane guy, as the complete nutjob, as the man who will never get anywhere. I listen to the commentary, Rock, you little pussy, and I listen to the fans, and every single goddamn time all I here is the same shit, that I suck, have never gotten anywhere and will never get anywhere. Well, I can promise every single one of you that Brett Cross and TITAN feel the same, but in that ring tonight, I am going to kickstart this motherfucking revolution with a bang. It's time that we crown a new emperor."
The crowd jeer, causing Hetfield to let another laugh, taking a quick swig of absinthe before clumsily throwing it forward, letting it smash on the floor and causing the cameraman to take a few steps backwards.
Hetfield: "Yes, jeer. Jeer me. Jeer the one who actually gives a damn about what happens to this federation, and is sick of seeing the wastrels take the podium in their haphazard attempts to represent the federation as a whole! Do you people honestly think TITAN is better than me? TITAN is worse than me! He is more violent and more unhinged! What? Do you think Brett Cross is better? The man who has an attitude similar to mine, believing he is the God of the federation? There is no other man that will ever represent the federation like I can! You people need someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to win, and is willing to make changes and sacrifices for the good of the federation! You need someone who is always guaran-damn-teed to put in the time and the effort in order to make this federation bloom, and not just be comfortable with being the figurehead of the federation, allowing themselves and the federation to wilt and descend into mediocrity! You people yearn for someone like me to take control and become the one man whom this federation depends on! Titles aren't my calling, being the voice of this federation is!
Look around the roster, and then at me: Who is as good as me? Who is as technically sound as me? Who can grab your attention like me? Who is the very reason you people have actually lined up, bought the tickets and sat in those seats--"
The crowd jeer loudly, to which Maynard Hetfield responds by sneering violently.
Hetfield: "Jeer all you want! Look at you people! You are sitting in your chairs, wearing expensive shirts, eating expensive botulism-inducing hot dogs, watching us! You sit there, throwing your money away, and for what? To suffer through a Danny Tenfold match? To yawn yourselves into a coma during an Immanuel Taylor snorefest? To pray for an almighty deity to pull your fucking eyes out as you watch Xplode and James Hart play touchy-feely with eachother? You people are paying out of the nose to see a fucking joke! No, you WANT me to make my words the truth! You WANT to see me destroy Brett Cross tonight! You sit there and jeer, but before you, you are beginning to realise in the darkest and most twisted crevasse of your brain that you want to see me! I am the reason you people pay to sit in those seats and endure another session of that personality vacuum Mark Rivera speak more shit! I am the one who is actually worth paying for!
You all know it. Who has pulled his finger out to actually get you people to watch this program, all the while going unrewarded? I can see it when I walk to that ramp. Who has been eliciting the most vile reaction for the past few months? Who has been antagonising your most precious superstars and battling against them? Who has been instigating the most ferocious and personal rivalries on this damn show? Who has been putting in every single damn ounce of effort he can give into putting on matches where you can hate me? Who have you been tuning in to see get hurt? Who have you been tuning in to in order to get a vicarious pleasure from seeing me commit these heinous crimes? Who have you been tuning in to see just so you can hate him..
all...
this....
...time?
...Me."
Hetfield throws the microphone at the cameraman who quickly backs off, the feed cutting back towards the ring area.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:03:10 GMT -5
Triple Threat Match Standard Rules Brandon Young vs. Roman Cripate vs. Scorpion "You must die! I alone am best!"The opening chords of The Bloodhound Gang's "I hope you die" begin to play over the PA as clips of random acts of destruction play over the tron in tune to the frenetic pace of the song. Cars crash into each other, planes fall from the sky, ships sink, bombs explode, riots ensue, and more. Just before the lyrics kick in and the song changes tempo, Brandon Young bounces out onto the stage. He is wearing whatever random custom t-shirt he feels like that night, and black pants with the same design running down the sides, but with "Y O U N G G U N" written down each side, with the G and N of the "GUN" written above and below the U in YOUNG making a cross shape, in fiery gold font. Walt: The following triple-threat match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first from San Dimas, California and weighing in at 220 pounds, Brandooooon Young!As the song keep playing Brandon bounces seemingly in tune with the song from one side of the stage to the other, getting the crowd worked up before stopping in the middle of the stage, throwing his hands high in the air with his left hand as sparks rain down on him from above. He looks out the crowd, and then runs down the ramp into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and soaks in the cheers. Then he jumps down, pulls off his shirt and gets ready for battle. Gibson: This match looks to be a fun one as Scorpion and Roman Cripate already seem to have their sights set on one another. Long: And Brandon Young is thrown in too, just for fun!“Afterlife” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as the big screen shows footage of the Orlando skyline before breaking into a montage of Roman Cripate in action. Bursting from behind the curtain Roman pauses at the top for a moment and pans the crowd before trotting down the ramp and slapping a few young fans hands. Walt: And the second competitor, from Orlando Florida, weighing in at 200 pounds, Romannn Cripate!Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Roman slides into the ring. Roman looks around once more at the crowd and then at Brandon before popping up to his feet and heading to his corner, ready to go. The lights in the arena go out and "The Other Side" by Sirenia begins to play over the speakers. The darkness is cut off when two spotlights shine on the left portion of the stage, uniting at a specific point. With the lights shining, The Scorpion rises from the stage while kneeling in prayer as the song continues to play throughout the arena. Walt: And lastly, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is a former EUW Heavyweight Champion, he is The Scooooooorpion! Once through the stage, The Scorpion opens his eyes and slowly walks to the ring without so much as glancing at the crowd. Once in the ring, he proceeds straight to a neutral corner and kneels once again, as if mentally preparing himself for what is ahead of him. After another quick prayer, he quickly throws off his trench coat and stares down Cripate. The bell sounds quickly and Scorpion rushes Cripate who meets him in kind. Going blow for blow, the two begin to duke it out with lefts and rights before Scorpion gains the upperhand. Driving an elbow to the side of his head he forces him back in to a corner and with hands about his throat begins to choke out the smaller Roman until the ref forces them apart. All the while, Brandon was biding his time, and as the ref pulled the Scorpion free, Brandon rushed in with a quick forearm to the side of his head. Long: We have some real smart competitors in this match, all three will need to have eyes on the back of their heads in this one.The Scorpion turned, as if unphased by the assault, and Brandon bounced off the ropes to come in again, but this time was caught on the rebound and tossed clear across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Brandon scrambled to his feet in the opposite corner as the former EUW champion turned his sights back to Cripate just in time to get caught with a top-rope crossbody. Cripate hooked the leg! 1... But before two could even be counted Young ran in fast and turned Roman Cripate over with a crucifix pin. 1... 2...Then before there could be three, Scorpion was at his feet and hit Young with a stiff kick to the ribs. Gibson: It could have been as easy as that!JJ: I don't think a former EUW champion would be that easy to put away...Lifting Brandon Young up to his feet in the corner, The Scorpion laid in to him with a few strong shots to the body and then an elbow to the face. Then, with his opponent woozy, Scorpion looked back to make sure Cripate had stayed down, and this time when he turned he managed to catch his opponent in the act. Cripate came in, looking for a top-rope hurricanrana, but before he could follow through, Scorpion held strong, keeping him on his shoulders. Cripate went to swing through again, but before he could Scorpion planted him with a powerbomb, sending him right over the top rope! JJ: What a throw by The Scorpion! Cripate is literally folded in half after that one!But before The Scorpion could turn around, Brandon Young had recovered and hit Scorpion hard with a stiff kick that sent him stumbling to the outside through the ropes! Gibson: But Scorpion, being the biggest man in this match has a huge target on his back!Outside, Cripate and Scorpion begin to stir at the same time, but as they're rising to their feet, Young begins to scale to the top rope. With the crowd cheering loudly, the two men on the outside finally stand, and no sooner do they get to vertical than does Brandon tackle them both with a suicide dive to the outside from the top rope! They all crumple, but Brandon the worse for wear of them all rises to his feet first after a while. Surveying the damage he opts to bring Cripate back in to the ring, and when they're both inside, he grabs hold of Cripate's head and hits a picture perfect Stop, Drop, Die! Then, scaling the top rope Young went in to position for the Disasterpiece, but just as he's about to jump off, Scorpion shoves him off the top rope! Young does not fall off the turnbuckle though, hanging on with a quick reaction. Not realizing this, Scorpion walks away with a smile, as Young re-ascends behind him. Scorpion turns around right into a super drop kick by Young as the crowd goes wild for the energy in the ring! Young rushes back to the turnbuckle again, this time launching into the air with the disasterpiece!! He lands perfectly, hooking the leg for the pin after. Cripate raises his head… and then drops it exhausted. 1.. 2.. Three!Walt: Your winner.. Brandon Young!Gibson: Amazing effort there by Young! Absolutely amazing! We may have seen what Young is capable of here. We will be back after these messages! As the scene fades out, we see Young on the turnbuckle, his theme song playing in the background.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:04:03 GMT -5
The next scene fades in as we see Mark Rivera pacing in front of a set of white mini blinds. His office is brightly lit, exposing the skyline of Rome in the distance. Rivera does not stop the pacing as he rubs his chin and shakes his head. He looks worried, frustrated.. And angry. Quickly, he takes a glance at his desk where a briefcase sits unopened. It’s brown leather shines back at him, almost taunting Rivera in a way.
Seated upon a black leather couch across the room, Rivera’s chief advisor of personnel, Sam Sneed, watches him with a confused look upon his face.
Sneed: Come on, Mark. It isn’t that bad. Really. We will find a way out of this.
Rivera: No matter what way I turn, or how many doors I lock behind me, there is always a damn ghost that seems to slip through to haunt me once again.
Sneed: Then close this one too. It’s that simple.
Stopping in his tracks, Rivera turns and glares at Sneed. His hair is slightly ruffled, something rarely seen on him. He then walks over to a nearby shelf where he opens a drawer and removes what looks to be a championship belt. He then tosses it across the room where it lands at Sneed’s feet.
Rivera: That.. Is the EUW World Championship. What you see before you is a symbol of everything that I hate about this company. The thing about this belt is that no matter what I do to kill it.. It never seems to die. For the past year, it has been one long vacation of agony as I took over this company. I played my cards right, systematically eliminating everyone who stood before me. Warrior, Kennedy, and Ellis.. They all failed as I rose to power. I am a genius, and yet this problem never seems to go away. The paper that rests in that briefcase will bring it all down, Sam. All of my hard work, everything.. For nothing.
Sneed: Then throw it away. We both know that Xplode only cares about himself. He got what he wanted and has moved on from it.
Rivera: You do not know Xplode as well as I do. This whole issue with his brother.. I don’t buy it. Not at all. Xplode always is scheming, setting up things in motion. It was him that paid for the rebirth of the EUW. He as been behind the scenes of everything that has taken place in this fed. I was quite surprised that he did not interfere with the battle between Kennedy and I, it would have been the perfect time for him to return. He has remained quiet.. Until now.
Sneed: You think Xplode has a hidden agenda that doesn’t involve Oblivion?
Rivera: I don’t know.. It is no secret that those two idiots have never seen eye to eye. Things had been calm between them though, so the idea of him fighting Oblivion does not fit in at all. I have some men looking into this.
Sneed: .. And the briefcase?
Rivera: It remains closed. No one must know what is in it. That includes you. I would hate for something unfortunate to happen to you should you be.. “in the know”?
Sneed looks back at Rivera uncomfortably.
Sneed: Yes.. Sir.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:04:47 GMT -5
The feed opens with Skye in the ring
Skye: Ladies and Gentlemen may I direct your attention to the video—
Roy: whoa whoa whoa Skye I’m gonna let you finish but I have something I have to say before this show goes any farther.
Roy walks out onto the stage with a twisted smile on his face as he approaches the ring.
Roy: Skye I love you really but may I have the ring?
Skye rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief before leaving the ring and glaring at Roy.
Roy: Ladies and Gents. Hello, I’m Roy Viper, the guy that did something foolish at Scars and Stripes by trying to be Babe Ruth and call my shot. Well Babe Ruth I’m not and calling a shot implies you can hit it and I couldn’t that night or in Moscow yet I was still able to shock you all and make you want to see what I’ll do next. Small victories people small victories.
As Roy goes to continue his speech Ireland can be faintly heard Peter steps out on stage mic in hand.
Peter: Honestly Roy, no one cares. And frankly I’m sick of you being the prime star of our group. It’s time for a sane Irish star to be at the forefront. You’ve had your fun but you can’t hold yourself together, what makes you think that you can keep the seven of us together?
Roy: Um, ‘cause I’m me, I was here first, and because if I remember correctly, last time you and I fought, I left you out cold on the concrete in the street. So I guess my response would be; what makes you think you can over throw me
Peter stands onstage mulling over his answer as the stage fills with the rest of the Seven Sins of Ireland. John, Leo and Mary stand behind Peter while Shamus and Morgan head down to the ring to join Roy.
Roy: Well looks like the family is split, four verse three. The funny part is we have experience and lack of sanity as advantages and all you have is numbers, But what if I could turn the tables on you Peter? I’m fine with how things are yet how would you handle being out numbered in a handicap match with you on the lesser side?
Roy turns to Shamus completely ignoring the faces of the younger members on stage showing his lack of seriousness, as if it doesn’t matter to him.
Shamus: Roy, while I like the idea, why don’t I show my son why I prefer you as a leader over him? Why don’t I need the one to put him back in his place? Why dirty your hands with a ungrateful arrogant cunt like him?
Peter speaks up as Roy brings the microphone to his mouth. Aggravated Roy puts down the mic and listens to what Peter has to say.
Peter: Hold it you wanker if my dear daddy wants to embarrass himself in the ring with me let him. Hell I’ll up the ante, I win I face you fang face; if I lose I stay your bitch and won’t question your directions.
As Roy takes a breath to answer with a smile glued to his face, the fans boo as “Open Arms” by Journey begins to play. Stepping out through the fog is Mark Rivera.
Rivera: Aw, is the little Irish family having a fight? Good I smell money in this. Now let me see if I have this straight. Peter wants control and Shamus wants to put him in his place. Hmm …….I feel like making a new surprise match so Roy, Morgan, clear the ring and get a ref out here. We’re going to have a brand new Irish Pub Brawl.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:06:07 GMT -5
Special Match Irish Pub Brawl Roy Viper and The Seven Sons of Ireland The feed opens with Peter and Shamus already in a collar and elbow tie up. The rest of the Seven Sins surround the ring and the fans can see Roy talking to Mary. Shamus being the bigger man gets the upper hand and shoots Peter into the ropes. Peter grins as coming off the ropes he hits a flying elbow knocking Shamus off his feet and gaining control. With Shamus down for a small second Peter crouches. Shamus frustrated with his mistake slams the mat as he gets to his knees but is facing away from Peter and this causes him to be unprepared for the kick to the back of his head and putting him back on the mat. Gibson: Seems like Shamus bit off more than he thought tonight. Peter is showing some real knowledge as to how Shamus does things. While Shamus is acting as if he’s never fought Peter before.Long: Oh shut up, this is part of the plan. See Roy is moving from Mary to Leo and talking strategy, obviously there’s more to this match than just the two in the ring. It is an Irish Pub Brawl after all.Back in the ring Peter positions himself above Shamus and begins to stomp on his hands and ankles, trying to wear Shamus down while keeping his distance. As Peter comes back to hand he started with Shamus grabs his foot before getting to his knees. Peter is shocked and has to hop to keep his balance as his father stands to his full height with Peter’s foot in hand. Shamus flings the foot to the left spinning Peter around before he locks his hands around Peter’s waist and hurls him over his head in a perfect german suplex. Long: See Shamus is more than capable of handling his own son. That was a great counter.Gibson: Unfortunately I’m inclined to agree with you. That was a good counter however Shamus won’t be able to keep pulling moves like often at his age.Long: Maybe you wouldn’t but Shamus trains with Roy everyday I’m sure he’s in great condition.Shamus rolls out of the ring while Peter is grabbing his back and recovering from the impact of the suplex. While Shamus digs under the ring Roy can be seen moving again this time to talk to John. Shamus emerges with a steal chair and props it on the apron as he folds the skirt back over the ring only to be caught with a base ball slide and steal chair to the chest. With both Peter and Shamus outside the ring the Seven Sins keep their distance not wanting to interfere for some reason. Peter looks around expectantly and seeing no aggression from the group shrugs before grabbing the chair and measuring his strike. Gibson: Well it was just a matter of time before this group pulled out the weapons. Long: True but I’m surprised Roy isn’t taking advantage of the lack of rules and pummeling Peter right now.Gibson: Must have faith in Shamus or knowing him has something planned, you can never trust Roy to be what he seems.Peter begins to ran down shots onto Shamus with the chair much to the crowds delight and the refs annoyance. After bending the chair into an unusable shape Peter tosses it aside and picks up the limp form of his father rolling him into the ring and climbing onto the apron. Roy moves to Morgan on the outside as Peter slingshots himself over the top rope and landing a big leg drop across Shamus’ chest. Peter quickly hooks the leg and the ref slides into position. 1….
2….Shamus grabs the bottom rope. Gibson: Oh he had it for sure.Long: Nope that’s the veteran in Shamus why kick out when the kid never moved him away from the ropes? Peter groans in frustration as he gets to his feet and stomps on Shamus’ stomach with the help of the ropes before taking a walk around the ring thinking of what he can do. Shamus pulls himself into a sitting position in the corner after dragging himself with the help of the ropes. Smiling Peter panders to the crowd a bit wanting to hear their cheers. Peter rushes the corner Shamus is in and strings off the second rope bring him into a handstand on the top turnbuckle. Long: What’s this kid doing? He’s not a gymnastGibson: I don’t know but I think Shamus isn’t going to like it.Peter holds the position for a bit before swinging his whole body back down and sending both his boots into Shamus’ sternum with all the momentum from the stall. Shamus coughs and cringes in pain as Peter rolls back to his feet. Seeing Shamus hasn’t moved Peter rushes the corner again this time delivering a knee to Shamus’ face before taking hold of the old man and lifting him to his feet. Gibson: I think Peter is looking to finish him.Long: Maybe but he won’t win Roy has a plan. Shamus struggles as Peter grabs him by the neck and faces the turnbuckle. Peter lands a few hands onto Shamus’ head in order to steady his grip and begins to run to the ropes. Roy suddenly whistles and all the Seven Sins at ringside nod as Roy’s plan comes to light. Peter stops mid move in shock as Leo, John, Mary, and Morgan all climb onto the apron and then the turnbuckle of the four corners of the ring. With the help of the distraction Shamus stands up and kicks Peter in the gut and positions him for a pump handle slam Long: This is gonna be it. Shamus is going to shut that punk up.Gibson: You mean he’s going to physically abuse his son to put him in his place.Long: They are in the wrestling business kinda comes with the job dumbass.Shamus lifts Peter into position before slamming him down hard on the mat. The ref quickly moves into position expecting a cover and instead Shamus shakes his head as he stepped away and leaned gently on the ropes waiting for Peter to stand. Gibson: As I thought this isn’t about putting him in his place. Roy just wants to show what the group can do and Peter is just the first person that got in his way.Long: Isn’t it perfect? What better way to show that the group is all that matters to the Seven Sin’s than to make you statement to the locker room with one of your own members.After receiving a check from the ref Peter slowly gets to his feet. Look around him with the four perched on top and Shamus against the ropes. Starting with Mary he shares a questioning look with them all until he fully circles and Mary leaps off the turnbuckle locking her thighs around his head and sending him for a hurricanrana. Rolling through the spin, Peter lands on his feet dizzy and before he can stabilize Morgan hits him with a throwback smashing his face into the canvas and preventing him from getting up this time. Morgan and Mary have now taken positions similar to Shamus’ just watching Peter stir from the most recent hit all of the Seven Sin’s but Mary are smiling and Roy has received a Mic from ringside. Roy: Peter, don’t get up Leo and John still have their turns. BoysBoth Leo and John nod as Roy finished. John stands up on the turnbuckle first taking in a deep breath before flinging himself into the air and performing a shooting star press onto Peter’s back. Upon impact Peter lets out a scream of pain as his body convulses from the force. John on the other hand stands up clutching his stomach while he drags Peter into position in front of Leo who hasn’t taken his eyes off Peter since Roy talked to him. Standing on the turnbuckle Leo shows no hesitation like John or Mary as he hurtles himself in to the spin of a 450 splash and landing across Peters pain ridden back. Gibson: This is just too much. Someone should stop this, first a pump handle slam, then a hurricanrana, a throw back, a shooting star, and finally a 450 this boy’s back can’t take much more.Long: Isn’t it great. When Peter interrupted Roy he thought he had the numbers but apparently Roy’s words during the match turned things around and now Peter is paying for trying to challenge the master manipulator. The ref starts talking with Shamus as if he’s begging him to end the match as Roy slides in the ring mic still in his hands. Roy motions for the group to circle up so that they all loom over Peter, while Roy crouches by his head. The ref is tugging on Shamus to continue to reason with him but receives no response. Instead Roy’s voice can be heard throughout the arena. Roy: See Peter, playing the numbers game with me doesn’t work out. Though I do thank you, you’ve proven just how strong the seven of us can be when we’re on the same page. So since you’re about to lose remember your promise.John and Leo reach down and lift a dazed Peter to his feet as Roy hands the microphone to Morgan. Gibson: He can’t be setting him up for this:Long: Well of course Roy is the leader after all.Gibson: But Peter’s out on his feet.Long: Now he’s not otherwise the ref would end it after all knock out is one of the ways to win.In the ring Leo and john have let go of Peter so he can look Roy in the eye. Peter can barely stand as his whole body is shaking from the pain yet the disgust he has for Roy is painted on his face. Roy is simply smiling back as Peter mules something in his mouth before spitting in Roy’s face. The smile is no more and quicker than the announcers can call Roy has spun around and leaped into the air. Grabbing Peter’s head and pulling it down Roy rotates behind Peters shoulder as he slams Peter’s head again into the mat with his finisher, The Venom Injection. As Roy stands back up breathing heavily and anger covering his face the ref forces his way through the group and checks on Peter before calling for the bell. Gibson: Thank god, that was just sick.Long: Are you kidding he got what he deserved disrespecting Roy like that.Gibson: What he deserved? What are you on the guy just took five other finishers, would you just stand and take another one?Long: no but I also wouldn’t have called out Roy “The Cobra” Viper.As EMT’s rush down the ramp; the conscience members of The Seven Sins move to the center of the ring in a united front with Roy and Morgan in front. As the camera zooms in Morgan looks back at the group before stepping forward microphone tightly in her hands. Morgan: Witness the resolve of the strongest group in the Asylum today. Danny “baby face” Tenfold be prepared come Prestige as while you face only Roy in the match we all will be ring side. And for whomever the tag champs are, you might not want to ever return since you stand no chance at defending the gold against all of us.The feed fades out with “Ireland” playing in the background and Morgan smiling sadistically into the camera with the Seven Sins behind her.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:06:40 GMT -5
The fans can still be heard in the distance as Roman Cripate walks through the hallway of the backstage area. He looks amped, his muscles flexing as he makes his way. Adjusting his green mask, he begins to head into a locker room when he is suddenly stopped by the sounds of someone laughing. Slowly turning around, he notices TITAN. TITAN is seated upon a stairwell, the World Championship slung over his knee. Approachign the World Champion, Cripate looks serious.
Cripate: Did I say something funny?
TITAN: Nope. You look funny though. What the hell is with the Halloween makeup?
Cripate: Ah, disrespect. That seems to be your thing. You wouldn’t understand why I wear the outfit that I do.
TITAN: You’re probably right. I am no longer 12. Here’s some advice for you. If you ever want to have a shot at MY title.. You might want to ditch the spandex and underwear. It might help your cause.
Both men stare at one another a moment until a new person enters the hallway. His large shadow is cast upon them both as his long trench coat slides along the tile below. Stopping to glare at TITAN, Brett Cross adjusts his coat and then turns to look at Cripate.
Cross: Aye. There be wisdom in the normally idiotic TITAN’s mouth. You are an embarrassment to tradition. Head off , before I send you away. I wish to speak to this man.
Cripate: Listen. I didn’t ask for trouble with either of you, but I guess it can’t be avoided. TITAN, one day we will cross paths. Trust me. I know you are untouchable until I get more stripes on my belt though. As for Cross here though, he is open game. What do you say big man? Me and you.. In two weeks. Think you could fit in time for a… mortal?
Cross: Aye. A warm up is in order as I prepare for Prestige! You will have your battle.. But beware. I am not like the men whom you have done battle with thus far. You will crumble at my feet, and bow to a King.
Cripate laughs and walks away, leaving TITAN and Cross alone. Cross then turns to TITAN who is laughing as well.
Cross: We both know how you will ref the match tonight, and we also both know what the result will be. I warn you.. TITAN… don’t do it. Let this be between Hetfield and I. Our time will be soon enough.
TITAN rises up off his the stairway and approaches Cross. He adjusts the World Title upon his shoulder and looks Cross in the eye.
TITAN: Getting worried there psycho? Feeling the pressure as we get closer to Prestige? I guess you are starting to see the bigger picture now, huh? Hetfield is more than you can handle and you don’t want me fouling shit up.. I get it.
Cross: Not at all. Respect the rite of war..
TITAN: Respect?! I don’t respect you.. Or that punk ass bitch, Hetfield! I will call that match however I see fit. You will just have to accept it.
TITAN begins to leave the hallway when he suddenly stops.
TITAN: You need to learn something right now. I am not one of these fucking kids around here who is impressed by you and your crazy ass ranting. At Prestige, I am going to fuck you up. I am going to make a example out of the two of you. You are basically an ends… to a means.
Cross: Aye. I have heard all of this before. Many times to be honest. My legacy will come to be.
TITAN says nothing as he now walks away. Cross watches him.. As the scene fades out.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:07:32 GMT -5
The scene opens in the interview space set up for Sunday Night Vengeance… and on the smiling face of Jack Rodgers. Considering who it is he is slated to interview, it is no surprise that he is in good spirits-- it's going to be a nice change of pace for him. Nodding at the camera, he brings his mic to his lips and gets down to business. Rodgers: "Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is someone that has been defying expectations since she signed the dotted line and became a member of the Asylum roster-- and now, she looks to make history by being the first woman to hold a championship in this company. She is none other than Natalie Burrows!"Dimly, cheers can be heard for the blond that steps into the frame. Dressed to compete, she offers Jack a smile. Burrows: "Good evening, Mister Rodgers. I hope you're well?"Rodgers: "I am, but I don't know how well you'll be doing after your match tonight. You've declared your intention to become the first female champion by unseating the new Lionheart Champion, and immediately after, the powers that be are granting you a non-title match to prove that you deserve an opportunity to do so. How do you feel about your match against Danny Tenfold tonight?"Burrows: "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but I also know that, for all that he is a talented competitor… Mister Tenfold is beatable, just the same as anyone else on the roster. I know that I've got a Heck of a fight ahead of me, but I'm not going to be intimidated. Instead, I'm going to go out there and let my talent plead my case."Rodgers: "And a very convincing case that is; since your debut here, the only match you've failed to win was our inaugural Rumble match, and you had a rather solid performance, if I may say so myself. Now what is your strategy going into this match, where you will plead your case, as you say?"Natalie chuckles softly. Burrows: "Well, considering what all they've learned… I'm going to let my rather, ah, educated feet do the talking."Rodgers: "That's fair enough. Let me ask this, then. Why the Lionheart Title? Most people try to stake a claim on the world championship, but you chose the Lionheart Championship. Why is that?"Burrows: "For one, I have been in this company for a total of four shows, now-- for me to proclaim myself as world champion material would not only be overdone and arrogant, but also would be rather presumptuous of me as well. The more important reason, though, is that the Lionheart Championship embodies everything that I want to prove, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I am; brave, never afraid of a fight or hard work… and tougher than anyone would initially give me credit for."Rodgers: "Well I'd say you've already proven you're tougher than we initially gave you credit for, but I suppose I see your point, and for those few that still don't believe, a win over the Lionheart Champion, a belt previously held by one of our number one contenders, would go a long way toward making believers out of those people. Do you have any final thoughts, for those critics that persist, or for Danny himself?"Burrows: "I think I've said my piece, over the past couple of weeks… so I will simply wish Mister Tenfold luck. I think he's going to be quite surprised to find that he needs it."Rodgers: "Thank you for your time, Natalie-- and good luck out there yourself."Burrows: "Thank you kindly, Mister Rodgers."Giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder, Natalie offers up a nod of parting at the camera before making her way out of the shot. The cameras cut elsewhere as Jack watches her go, although the reason why he's doing so… well, that's anyone's guess. As the scene fades out, we catch Roy Viper watching in the distance.. Singles MatchStandard Rules Natalie Burrows vs. Danny Tenfold
'Innocence' hits the speakers, the fans cheering as the overhead lights dim. The area right in front of the curtain is bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena, the end result seemingly coloring the air itself. Stepping out into that brilliant light, Natalie Burrows walks to the edge of that blinding spot until she is visible and raises her fists above her head. The movement triggers white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks, the Southern Belle emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off. Making her way down the ramp, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her… but her focus is on the ring. Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first from Durham, North Carolina... Natalie Burrows!Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet. The nearest turnbuckle is mounted as she looks out over the crowd, once again raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, doing a couple stretches to prepare for the match at hand. Walt: And her opponent, weighing in at 225lbs from Longview Washington...... please welcome.. Danny Tenfold!"Sidstyler" by Machinae Supremacy begins to blasts from the loud speakers as Danny Tenfold steps out onto the stage to cheers from the fans. He looks around and grins before quickly making his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans on the way. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops to his feet in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist as he looks around the arena, taking in the applause. Danny finally heads to his corner as the music fades. Gibson: This should be a good match, two very talented ring performers.Long: Main Event quality match in my opinionThe match begins as the bell sounds and Burrows and Tenfold exchange a nice little nod of respect before circling each other. A tie up ensues and Tenfold gets the upper hand, locking her into an armbar. But Burrows is quick to flip herself over and turn the tables, thus now having Tenfold's arm and hip tosses him across the ring. Tenfold is quick back on his feet and charges at Burrows who quickly leapfrogs over his head. Tenfold goes into the ropes and leaps off of them backwards going for an elbow smash but Burrows catches him in a codebreaker like move, smashing Tenfold's back against her knee's. He wiggles in pain on the canvas as Burrow stands up and plots her next move. She drags Tenfold up by the hair and whips him into the corner. Now she comes in with a semi spear to his gut. And she shoulder thrusts him in the stomach multiple times. She steps backwards and winds up for one more big one....but when she goes in for it, Tenfold manages to muster up a knee to her face, sending her flying backwards. Gibson: Look at Tenfold showing heart. He was almost out on his feet and managed to instinctively get that knee upLong: He's lucky he did or he might had been toast quick in this one. Tenfold takes some time to regain his composure. Burrows shakes off that knee and begins to get to her feet. Tenfold now comes running at her with a clothesline but she ducks under it. Tenfold turns around and Burrows goes for a standing spin heel kick but Tenfold grabs her leg and flings it back down to a standing position and pulls her in for a quickly and deadly DDT that makes her do a head-stand before flopping down. Tenfold now see's a chance to grab a win and makes the cover 1.... 2.... Kickout!Now Tenfold pulls Burrows up by the hair and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back he leans down to back body drop but Burrows telegraphs it and kicks Tenfold in the face. He flies upright from this and Burrows now hits him with a spin heel kick that sends him into the ropes. He bounces back staggering and Burrows scoops him up and plants him with a "Grief Cycle"!! The crowd is WOWed by the impact of the move and Burrows thinks she has it right here, so she makes the cover.. 1... 2....But Tenfold gets a foot on the rope! Gibson: Oh man, look at this guy. He keeps fighting throughLong: Yeah, he's becoming quite the pest here for Natalie. Wiggling out of every near end. Tough little buggerGibson: Natalie doesn't seem so phased though, I don't think she thought this match would be easyNatalie lets Tenfold start to rise up and he's on his knee's now. Natalie winds up and goes for a "Epiphany" but Tenfold moves and rolls out of the way. Natalie is spun from her own momentum and Tenfold runs at the ropes, hits and leaps off them, and nails her with a springboard dropkick to the face! Natalie goes down and so does Tenfold, as he tries to catch his breath from this match. He gets up and now waits for Natalie to get to her knee's. She does and Tenfold goes for a Shinning Wizard but Natalie ducks his try at it as well and tries to roll him up for a pin from behind.....but Tenfold rolls all the way through and to his feet and dropkicks Natalie in the face, again. Natalie goes backwards hard on the canvas. Tenfold now see's the chance to hit his finisher as he signals to the crowd and they roar with approval. He climbs up the ropes and jumps off, going for the "Killlswitch Tengage" but Natalie moves last second as Tenfold's leg crushes the mat! Gibson: Wow, she got out of there in the knick of timeLong: Danny crashed and burned hard there. That move is devastating when it lands....and it's devastating when it doesn't.Danny is in serve pain from missing that move as he begins to limp up to his feet. But before he can get there, Natalie has picked her spot and bounced off the ropes to nail a vicious "Closure" right on the back of Tenfold's head! Tenfold goes down like a house of bricks and Natalie makes the cover 1..... 2... 3!Walt: Your winner.. Natalie Burrows!Gibson: And with that, Burrows is in the Lionheart Championship match at Prestige! She is for real!Burrows celebrates in the ring, obviously exhausted but still amped none the less. Tenfold sits up, staring at Burrows in disbelief. Burrows rises to her feet, arm raised.. Roy Viper suddenly walks out to a sea of boos! Viper: Nice win there, Burrows. I just want to let you know, this won’t change a thing. That Lionheart Championship is mine to win. There is no way that some rookie is going to walk in off the streets and snatch away my legacy, female or not. Enjoy this moment because at Prestige, your time here is done.The fans boo loudly as Burrows is shown shaking her head in disgust. The feed.. Fades out.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:10:03 GMT -5
Seated upon a wooden bench, Bane rests in the back locker room. He has one hand held out, as he slowly applies athletic tape to his wrist. Once both wrists are properly taped up, he tosses what is left of the tape in a nearby gym bag as a locker room door quickly opens nearby.
Asylum Employee: Bane, you got the main event spot tonight against Taylor. Get ready.
The employee then shuts the door behind him as Bane looks off into the nothingness that is the corner of the room. He then leans back in his chair with a deep sigh..
And the scene switches locations.
“I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play in the arena as the fans stand up to their feet! Stepping out unto the stage area, Xplode looks out at the sea of fans! Camera flashes pelt him as he looks to his new manager.. Skyler Claire.
Gibson: Wow, Skyler is absolutely gorgeous!
Long: Yes she is, what is she doing with that twit?
Gibson: I am receiving word that not only is she the manager of the two time World Champion, but a competitor in her own right! This should be interesting.
Skyler walks behind Xplode as the Assassin walks down the ramp way and stops at ringside. He looks up at the ring a moment, as Skyler walks up the metal steps to a symphony of cat calls! She ignores it as she steps in the ring, a bit uncomfortable with the whole experience. Xplode follows and steps through the ropes as the theme song hit’s the chorus. Xplode accepts a microphone from Walt, he is dressed in his trunks and wrestling gear… seemingly ready for action.
Xplode: Well tonight’s the night. It’s put up or shut up time for Oblivion, the hero of the world! (Laughing) You know, I have put some serious thought into what will take place tonight. First, I figured that his cronies would come riding out here in some half assed attempt to put fear into me. Then I realized, not only are they on the outs with him.. But I don’t give a shit.
The fans continue to flash cameras.
Gibson: Be careful what you ask for, X. If the Big Dog walks out there tonight, things will get quite interesting.
Long: First of all, this is Xplode. He can handle things just fine. Second, Oblivion isn’t even here. Apparently no one has seen hide or hair of the so called Big Dog since he was taken away in an ambulance at Scars and Stripes! I say we listen to the Assassin.
Gibson: What other choice do we have?!
The fans continue to respond as Xplode paces the ring. Skyler remains in place, no expression upon her face.
Xplode: So, as the days went by, I began to see to understand why Oblivion would not come out here and face me. My dearest brother has no one to do his dirty work, and we both know that puts him in a bad way. So, I wouldn’t get your hopes up of a amazing Oblivion return tonight. That being said, I am going to test him. Tonight, I am going to beat the ever living shit out of the pain in the ass brat who challenged me last week. Don’t blame me though, James Hart asked for this. He volunteered all on his own to be a part of this little experiment. Of course, I have a heart.. No pun intended. I am going to beat on James Hart until Oblivion comes out here and answers my challenge. He could walk out here right now, and Hart doesn’t even have to get hurt at all!
The fans begin to boo as Xplode laughs.
Gibson: Xplode is a rotten son of a bitch! He knows that Oblivion isn’t here!
Long: Genius..
Xplode: Well.. I guess Oblivion wants to watch the festivities begin. So, on with the show. James Hart, bring your 12 year old ass out here and face the damn music!
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:11:36 GMT -5
Singles Match Standard Rules James Hart vs. Xplode Gibson: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back as we prepare for our next match. This is a match that is interesting to say the least. The newest member of the roster, James Hart, is set to square off against EUW hall of Famer.. Xplode. One has to wonder, can the rookie handle such a high placement on the card and an opponent of this magnitude? Also, why did Xplode accept such a challenge from a virtual unknown? Long: I will tell you why, Rock. That’s what the Strategic Assassin does. He backs down to no one..The lights dim down to a crimson red, as the fans stand up to their feet! “The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play as the crowd responds with a mixture of cheers and boos! Stepping unto the stage area, Skyler Claire looks out at the arena. Camera flashes immediately go off at the sight of her. Next, Xplode walks out unto the stage as he smirks from left to right. Putting his hand behind his head, he releases his pony tail and heads down the ramp way with Skyler close behind. Gibson: Look at that beauty. Skyler Claire… anyone have the rundown on her?Long: No.. but she obviously knows what she is doing by tagging along with Xplode.Gibson: Look at the look on her face. Something is not right with her…Skyler stops at ringside and waits for Xplode as he slowly walks up the steps. He then enters the ring, leaving Skyler to enter on her own. Circling the ring a bit, he stops to stare out at the fans until he rips the microphone out of John Walt’s hand! Xplode: Pipe the hell down. I have something to say. You know, last week I threw out a challenge ot our favorite biker form hell.. Oblivion..The fans begin to cheer loudly now as they chant “OBLIVION! OBLIVION!”Xplode: Yeah, that guy. The thing is, your hero seems to be afraid of me. I mean, I did get in this ring last week and set up a match between the two of us. Word has it that he is injured, or rubbing ben gay on his old ass limbs…The crowd begins to boo loudly now! Xplode laughs as he listens. Xplode: Why boo for me? I am the man who is out here, stepping up to the plate! I don’t bring an army of bikers, though I have heard that Oblivion’s little army wants to take him out now.. Ironic. Nope, I am in this ring with my gorgeous friend here.. Skyler. Do you all like the name? Sure, her hair isn’t red like Skye’s but you can’t deny those sexy bedroom eyes..The crowd begins to boo louder now. Xplode feeds on it as he strokes Skyler’s cheek. Xplode: That’s right. There is nothing that Oblivion can do, that I can’t do better. He can keep that two bit bitch.. Skye. I found better. (Crowd is booing badly now!) That being said, I won’t expect Oblivion to ride out here and defend himself tonight then. We all know he is a little diva these days and will only make an appearance at a pay per view. So, I guess I will have to make an example out of the little Fagstreet Boy who challenged me last week. Skyler.. Please step out of the ring. Daddy needs to go to work. Then again, I bet you can take this kid out just as easily as I could..Skyler nods and heads out of the ring, emotionless. The fans are full on booing now as John Walt begins to speak. Walt: The following match is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, the Strategic Assassin.. Xplode! His opponent… James Hart!The hook hits as the crowd begins to jeer slowly as the teen idol James Hart leisurely strolls out from behind the curtains. He poses at the top of the ramp, a smile on his face before sauntering down to the ring. Sliding in under the ropes he gets to his feet and looks out at the crowd, finding a section of teenage girls and unzips his hoody, eventually revealing his abdominal muscles as he winks and squeals can be heard in addition to the scattering of jeers. Retreating to his corner, he removes his hoody, cap, and sunglasses and passes them off to the stage hand before tugging at the rope and giving a few shuffles. Gibson: I am not sure what Hart is thinking here. A win tonight thought would put him over in a big way!Long: Not going to happen.
Hart looks at the fans and then to Xplode. Xplode smirks and spits to the side as the bell is rung. Hart approaches Xplode. Hart reaches out for a test of strength. Xplode responds in kind.. And then kicks him in the gut! Hart doubles over as Xplode brings him in for a headlock! Then, Xplode Irish Whips Hart to the ropes, only to use a shoulder block to send the smaller Hart to the mat with a thud! The fans are booing loudly as Xplode grabs Hart by the hair and brings him to his feet. Hart is scooped from underneath and driven to the mat with a very stiff body slam.. With authority. Gibson: Wow, Xplode seems to be sending a message here. This is a mismatch.Long: Hart asked for it..Xplode kicks Hart once and then drops an elbow upon him. Xplode then rolls over, bring Hart to his feet with him. With the hook of an arm, Xplode suplexes Hart into the mat! With a smile, Xplode covers for the pin.. 1.. Hart kicks out of it!Laughing, Xplode rises to his feet. The fans begin to cheer “OBLIVION OBLIVION OBLIVION” as Xplode smirks. Grabbing a handful of hair, Xplode punches Hart once, and then tosses Hart over the top rope and down to ringside! Skyler walks around ringside and kicks Hart in the shoulder to add insult to injury! She then picks up Hart while Xplode keeps the ref busy! With a sudden display of strength, Skyler drives Hart into the exposed ring post head first, and then rushes back to the other side of the ring! Hart sits in the corner dazed and confused.. Gibson: Come on ref! This is a handicap match at this point! Do something!As the fans begin to boo loudly, Xplode slides out of the ring and walks up to Hart confidently! He grabs Hart, only for Hart to grab him around the neck and fall backwards! Xplode falls forward, face first into the ring post! The fans begin cheering as Hart stumbles to his feet and into the ring once again! Xplode turns over and touches his forehead. He then stares at Hart with an angry look upon his face. Hart taunts Xplode, though it looks like he can barely stand. Xplode enters the ring slowly, and then glares at Hart! Hart rushes at Xplode, jumping into the air with a flying body press! Xplode somehow catches him in mid air! Walking to the center of the center of the ring, Xplode carries hart, only to drive him into the mat with a gorilla press slam! Hart lands with his arms extended as Xplode hooks the leg for the pin! 1... 2... Hart raises an arm to break up the pin count!Gibson: Look at the new prospect! He won’t give up! He is showing immense fortitude tonight!Long: OR he is just stupid.Frustrated now, Xplode begins to drive his fists into the face of James Hart! The ref tries to stop him but Xplode shoves him away! As the fans boo loudly, Hart begins to get broken open as a thin stream of blood flows down the side of his face! Xplode covers for the pin one more time, this time yelling for the ref to hurry up! 1... 2.… Hart reaches out and grabs the nearby bottom ring rope!!Gibson: HART IS STILL IN THERE! LOOK AT THIS ROOKIE! HE IS MAKING THE MOST OF HIS DEBUT!!Highly pissed now, Xplode rolls away and stomps Hart! He then points to the fans and then to the roof, signaling for the Drop Zone!! Long: Oh here it comes! The Drop Zone.. This one is done.Xplode picks up Hart who can barely stand upon his own feet! He sets Hart into position and laughs as the fans boo loudly… and then the lights go out! Gibson: What’s going on?!“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play as the fans stand up and cheer!! Xplode lets go of James Hart as Hart falls to the mat below, exhausted. Backing up, Xplode stares at the entrance, laughing and pacing back and forth… and then Oblivion emerges through the entrance! The fans scream at a fever pitch as Oblivion makes his way down the ramp way and up the metal steps! Camera flashes pepper the arena as Oblivion stares at Xplode. Xplode returns the stare without any fear upon his face! Gibson: OBLIVION IS HERE!!Entering the ring, Oblivion steps up to Xplode as the two brothers meet in the center of the ring. Neither man says a word as a stare down ensues. James Hart rolls out of the ring as the bell is run repeatedly. Neither Oblivion nor Xplode seems to care at all. Xplode is the first to act as he shoves Oblivion back hard! The fans boo loudly. Oblivion looks down.. And then begins to respond.. Only for Xplode to drag Skyler in front of him! The crowd begins to boo even louder as Skyler stares at Oblivion! Oblivion stands back a step.. Just to be slapped in the face by Skyler now! Xplode is shown laughing as he backs up and slides out of the ring! Skyler backs up as well, exiting the ring while never taking her eyes off of the Big Dog. Oblivion watches the duo, his face the look of stone.. As Xplode and Skyler head up the ramp way and out of sight…
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:12:00 GMT -5
Closing the door, Mark Rivera begins to leave his office when he is suddenly stopped by a very animated Brandon Young! Rivera, obviously stressed out from other matters, takes a deep sigh of breath to restrain himself as he answers:
Rivera: Young, it’s good to see you. How may I be of service?
Young: Did you see what happened at the start of the show?
Rivera (short pause): No, I was detained a moment to-
Young (Interrupting): What gives with a new guy walking out there and getting an automatic title shot around here? In the short time that I have been here, I have to say, there has been some shady things going on! If anyone should have a shot at Taylor… that should be me. Who is Chuck Johnson anyway?
Rivera: Johnson has returned, huh? Interesting. I assure you though, no title shots were awarded to anyone.
Young: Oh? You might want to inform Chuck Johnson of that then. They have a match set up at the next show already. I want that shot at the Hardkore Title, Boss. Give me the chance.
Rivera pauses a moment to think over what was just asked of him. Right as he is about to answers, Isamu Suzuki arrives!
Suzuki: Just the man.. I wanted to see.
Rivera: Let me guess? The Hardkore Title?
Suzuki: I have made a name for my self so far haven’t I? Far more than Young here has!
Young: What?! You can’t be serious!
Both men then begin to argue as Rivera rolls his eyes. He then checks his watch and clears his throat.
Rivera: This is what is going to happen. In two weeks, you both will face one another. The winner gets the next hardkore champion. Now, I must be going.
Rivera walks away now leaving Young and Suzuki staring at one another. The scene fades out.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:12:50 GMT -5
Singles Match Standard Rules Special Referee: TITAN Maynard Hetfield vs. Brett Cross Gibson: Well we get to the next match of the evening. This one is a precursor to the main event at Prestige! Tonight we have Maynard Hetfield squaring off against Brett Cross. Of course, the Special Referee would have to be the current World Champion.. TITAN.Long: Of course. The champ should always have the best seat in the house right?Gibson: Looks a little obvious to me..Walt: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.. The Asylum Champion of the World.. TITAN!The lights dim down to a blood red hue. Immediately, the fans stand up to their feet and boo as camera flashes sprinkle the arena. “Right Now” by Korn begins to play as smoke machines release their contents upon the stage. The stage lights emit a strobe as Barry Jordan appears on the stage area. He is dressed in a sharp suit with a black baseball cap. The fans really let him have it as he plays to them in response. The fans really respond now as trash is thrown at the stage area! Stepping out into view, TITAN is seen. The Asylum Championship is shown buckled around his waist. He bounces in place as the fog surrounds his legs and feet. Looking down at the stage, he bounces a bit more until he suddenly jumps in to the air, an explosion rocks the arena behind him as he lands! With Barry Jordan beside him, TITAN makes his way down the ramp way now as the fans scream at him. He arrives as the ringside area only to look over his shoulder. The camera zooms in on his face as he grimaces. Walt: And now the combatants. Coming out first.. Maynard Hetfield!!After the opening plays and the main guitar riff plays thirty-three seconds into the song, Maynard Hetfield throws the curtain to one side, wearing a red suit jacket with a golden eagle emblazoned on the back over his bare chest and tights. Walking out onto the stage as the crowd begin to jeer with all their energy. Hetfield stops at the top of the stage, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a sterling silver kidney flask, taking a quick drink before walking down the ramp, shaking his head as the fans jeers fill the arena. Hetfield turns around, looking up at the stage while taking another drink from the flask to reveal the words "The Last Emperor" emblazoned on the back of his jacket before he turns around, walking down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. Climbing onto the lower-left turnbuckle, Hetfield takes another quick drink before placing the kidney flask back into his jacket, spitting out a large mouthful of alcohol over the nearby crowd. The crowds hatred intensifies as Hetfield gives a smug smirk, hopping down from the turnbuckle and pulling his suit jacket off, throwing it across the ring into the upper-right turnbuckle before walking over and sitting on it, cracking his knuckles and taking off his leather sandals. Walt: And his opponent.. The 2011 Royal Rumble winner.. Brett Cross!The guitar intro of Hermod's Ride to Hel begins to blare out of the PA system, htiting hard as pyros go off over the entrance and Brett Cross with the Lionheart title about his waist makes his way out from underneath a waterfall of golden sparks, not wasting any time. As the drums enter, the audience stomps their feet in unison with the rhythm, shaking the entire arena with their cheers. The theme continues as Cross walks swiftly down the ramp, his face full of motivation, his focus nowhere else but the ring. Cross steps up to the ring using the steps and then climbs in over the top rope. Cross extends his arms wide in the middle of the ring in a symbol of the cross and then removes The Hammer Mjollnir from over his neck before kissing it and placing it over the turnbuckle. Then, he slides out of his furred trench coat and tosses it over the ropes. After removing his title belt last, he turns to his opponent while loosening up for the match. All three men stand in the ring as the fans go wild. TITAN walks up to the center of the ring and glances at each man a moment. He then lifts a hand to each side.. And flips them both off as the bell is rung. Gibson: (Sarcastically) Yeah… this should go well.Hetfield doesn’t to care at all as he rushes across the ring, only to be gripped around his neck and tosses to the mat like a rag doll by Cross! TITAN laughs as Cross approaches Hetfield. Hetfield is brought to his feet, only to jab his 2 fingers into the eyes of Cross in return! Cross stumbles backward a moment as Hetfield rushes behind him and kicks him in the back of the legs! Cross stumbles back but does not fall, instead turning around to clothesline Hetfield to the mat hard! TITAN is shown leaning in the corner and.. Yawning. Shaking off the cobwebs, Hetfield is shown sitting until he is kicked hard by Cross! Cross then easily lifts him up into a bear hug in a display of strength! Hetfield holds his hands out on pain. Cross keeps the bear hug a moment more and then drives him into the mat with an inverted body slam! Cross rises to his feet methodically, only to find himself face to face with TITAN! The fans cheer as neither man makes a move. Hetfield takes advantage of this, as he drives his fist into the groin of Cross from behind! Hetfield then grabs a handful of tights and drags Cross down into a roll up pin!! 1... TITAN stops counting!Hetfield looks at TITAN as TITAN smiles back, refusing to count the pin! Releasing Cross, Hetfield rolls over to approach TITAN but Cross is quickly upon him! Cross scoops him up and lands a hard suplex! He then picks up Hetfield and performs a flapjack! Hetfield bounces off of the mat as Cross looks on void of any emotion. Cross then picks up Hetfield and picks him up, performing a gut wrench power bomb! Hetfield crashes hard into th emat as Cross places one foot upon him for the pin.. 1.. TITAN gets up and starts laughing!Gibson: What the hell is going on?! Come on TITAN, do your job!!Cross quickly is upon TITAN, shoving him into the corner of the ring! TITAN bounces off the turnbuckle but fires back with a shove of his own! Cross stumbles back, surprised by the power… right into a ready Hetfield! Hetfield spins Cross around and performs a Hammerlock leg sweep DDT! Cross hit’s the mat hard, shaking the very ring underneath as Hetfield backs up into a corner. Cross is not down long as he slowly rises to his feet once again! Hetfield charges him hard, leaping into the air and nailing the psycho kick! Cross is hurt now as his arms flail about! Hetfield is on fire now as he unleashes random punches, chops and kicks to the Viking, each time driving the giant backward! Hetfield tries to get daring, bringing Cross in for a Fisherman suplex.. But he can not lift the heavy Viking! Cross falls back down to the mat once more, only for Hetfield to rebound quickly with an Irish Whip to the ropes! Cross bounces off of the ropes and fires hard with a clothesline.. But Hetfield ducks under easily! He then grabs Cross and twists him around.. Locking in a Dragon Sleeper! Long: Maynard Hetfield.. Pure genius!Gibson: He does look good out there, no denying that.Hetfield keeps the hold locked in.. only to be shoved off of Cross by TITAN! Hetfield rolls away and looks up at TITAN.. He is furious! Cross shakes off the pain and looks to Hetfield who quickly puts Cross into a headlock! Cross shoves him away and to the ropes, only to catch Hetfield and fling him into the air! Hetfield manages to hold on though, and come down with Cross in tow.. Nailing the DDT! Cross lands face first as the fans gasp in amazement! Looking to the turnbuckle, Hetfield signals for the end! Cross turns over this time much slower. Hetfield stalks him. Cross stands up and turns around only for Hetfield to shove him into the corner! He then backs up and begins to perform his finisher, the Divine Rage.. Only to be driven to the mat as TITAN clotheslines him hard!! Gibson: Oh my god… this is enough! GET A REAL REFEREE OUT THERE!TITAN is shown laughing as Hetfield turns over on the mat. He turns around and is gripped by Brett Cross who is right on him!!! Cross lifts the monster into the air and nails the 2 handed choke slam!! Looking down at his dirty work, Cross remains still as a new referee emerges from the stage! He runs down the ramp way and slides into the ring as Cross grabs Hetfield by the head! Bringing Hetfield to his feet, Cross head butts him and then lifts him unto his shoulders.. Performing the torture rack! Hetfield screams in agony! Gibson: Can Hetfield hold on! Cross may have this one now!Hetfield continues to hold on, his body shaking violently in the rack! TITAN looks out at the fans behind them as Cross tries to end things here. With a nod, TITAN suddenly spears Cross into the mat! Luck tumbles into the air and into the corner as both Cross and TITAN drive into the mat, unleashing punches in a flurry upon one another! Cross struggles under TITAN as TITAN leans in with all of his weight, desperately trying to drive his elbow into Cross’s face! Gibson: What the hell is this?!! TITAN GET OFF OF HIM! YOU’RE THE REFEREE DAMN IT!Hetfield sees this, and smiles. He pulls himself up with all of his might, climbing the turnbuckle! With the fans screaming, he launches into the air unto the two men, landing in a collapsed mountain of flesh! Hetfield is the first to sit up, holding his ribs! He stumbles to his feet, arms raised. The fans begin to boo loudly now as he raises an arm in victory! He then breathes hard and turns around… right into a big boot from Cross who is in a rage!!!! Gibson: OH MY GAWD!! HE TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!Hetfield goes down like a sack of bricks, his arms out to his sides! The fans somehow begin to cheer for Cross! Long: It looks like the fans are hopping on board with Cross. Interesting.Looking down at Hetfield, Cross wipes off his face with the back of his hand.. Only to be scooped up by TITAN from behind!! The fans scream as Cross is hoisted into the air and spun around.. Nailed with the Mass Effect!!! Gibson: WHAT THE HELL??!!The bell begins ringing repeatedly, signaling the end of the match! “Right here” by Korn begins to play as TITAN stands in the middle of the ring, his referee shirt partially ripped and hanging from his large frame. He then rips the remaining piece off, raising one hand in victory! Cross and Hetfield remain upon the mat, out cold! Gibson: IT’S CHAOS IN THAT RING! Long: TITAN has shown them tonight.. There can be only one. The champion stands triumphant.Walt: Ladies and Gentlemen.. This match is a no contest.The fan begin to chant “CROSS CROSS CROSS!” as TITAN laughs at them, pacing the ring. Gibson: This is getting very personal. Will these three men live to settle their differences at Prestige? Or will the champion once again display his prominence in the ring? The only thing that is for certain is.. Someone is going to get hurt..Long: Like a wise man once told me, they were punching each other like MFers... Gibson (Laughing): We will be right back.
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:14:34 GMT -5
Main Event Hardkore Championship Hardcore Rules Immanuel Taylor vs. Bane Walt: The following match is for the ASYLUM HARDKORE CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP!!! There are no disqualifications, no count-outs, but a pinfall or submission must take place in the ring in order to win!
“Feel Like I Do” by Drowning Pool hits the sound system as Illidan Bane throws the curtain to one side, pointing to his waist and then to the crowd, signalling his intentions to win his first championship in the Asylum. The crowd roar loudly as Bane nods his head, looking left and right at the packed crowd before cracking his knuckles and heading down the ramp, nodding at the cheering fans. Walt: Introducing first, from Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…ILLIDAN! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!Bane hops up onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring, turning towards the lower-left turnbuckle and climbing on it, raising his hands and pointing at his waist before pointing at the ramp, hopping down and walking into the opposite corner, stretching and shaking his arms and cricking his neck from side to side. "Feel Like I Do" is replaced by “Tyrant” by Judas Priest. The crowd turn somewhat silent, watching as Immanuel Taylor walks out to the stage before immediately heading down the ramp, straight towards the ring without a single pause or stop, the Hardkore Championship strapped to his waist over his red hoodie. Walt: Making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds....IMMANUEL! TAYLORRRRR!!!Immanuel unstraps the belt and removes his hoodie, placing it on the steel steps to the lower-left of the ring below his corner and walks up the steps, climbing into the ring and climbing onto the lower left corner, giving a small nod as he holds the Hardkore Championship in his right hand, raising it slightly before hopping down, walking over to the referee and handing him the belt. The referee fastens the straps of the belt together, raising it high above his head to demonstrate the prize that is on the line before walking over to the side of the ring and handing it to a Crew member before motioning to the timekeeper. DING DING DINGBane rushes out of his corner, while Taylor takes a few steps forward. Bane looks for a lariat, but Taylor takes a few steps forward, darting into position and ducking under Bane’s right arm, grabbing it, twisting and flipping him over and down onto his rear on the mat with a swift Hip Toss before delivering a devastating kick to his spine. Bane lets out a loud cry of pain as the sound of leather kicking flesh echoes throughout the arena as the crowd gives a collective wince. Before Bane can fall backwards, Taylor kneels behind him, locking his arms around his neck and locking in a Sleeper Hold. Bane struggles slightly, causing Taylor to tighten the hold. Bane, still being incredibly full of momentum, leans back, wrapping his arms around the back of Taylor’s neck, pulling his jaw directly on top of his head. Taylor keeps the sleeper hold locked, but Bane jumps slightly, slamming Taylor’s jaw into his scalp. Taylor is taken aback by the unorthadox counter and releases the hold, clutching his jaw as Bane pulls himself to his feet, charging the wounded Taylor and planting him to the ground with a vicious Lariat. Taylor slams roughly into the mat, and Bane grabs him by the neck, hoisting him up and forcing him towards the left-hand set of ropes. Bane leans down, lifting Taylor by his legs and hoists him up, bouncing his lower back off of the top rope before using the momentum to swing around and slam Taylor into the mat with a thunderous Spinebuster! Gibson: Wow! An interesting rope-assisted Spinebuster there! Good ring awareness from Bane!Long: A rookie is growing in the ring? Say it ain’t so!Gibson: Shut up, Long.Bane quickly pulls Taylor up to his feet, slamming a vicious knee into his gut. Taylor stumbles to the side, allowing Bane to lean in and wrap his right arm around Taylor, hoisting him up before slamming the middle of his back onto his outstretched knee with a thunderous Backbreaker! Taylor hits the mat, his back arching in agony, and Bane quickly rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside, throwing the apron up and looking underneath the ring, pulling out a trash can. Bane taps his fist against the bottom of it, letting out an echo of warning before throwing it into the ring, sliding in after it. Taylor gets to one knee, and Bane adjusts the trashcan on its side, placing it slightly behind him before moving towards Taylor’s back and wrapping his left arm around his neck, hoisting him into the air. The crowd cheers as Bane looks for the Inverted Brainbuster, but his distraction in making sure the trash can is near enough for him to slam Taylor onto allows Taylor to struggle, landing back on his feet in a Reverse DDT position. Taylor twists under, shoving his shoulder into Bane’s gut and lifting him, slamming him into the mat with a fluid Northern Lights Suplex. Taylor gets to his feet, kicking the trash can away before moving over to Bane, delivering a quick stomp to his chest to subdue him before lifting him into a sitting position, grasping his right arm and wrenching it slightly before laying on his back, scissoring the arm and locking in an Armbar. Taylor pulls roughly on the arm, forcing Bane downwards and allowing Taylor to lock in the hold fully. Bane cries out in agony, trying to shift his body, but it simply allows Taylor to apply more torque to the hold. Bane rolls to his left and onto his side, but Taylor simply tucks his knees into his body before lashing out, kicking Bane roughly in the chest and causing him to lay back onto his back, scissoring his arm even tighter. In a fit of desperation, Bane begins to rock side-to-side. Taylor keeps the grip tightened, and Bane seems to be in measurable agony, but Bane keeps rolling, the grip loosening slightly. After a few rolls, Bane rolls onto his left side, leaning up and swinging down a thunderous fist into Taylor’s chest! Taylor releases the hold and Bane swings down a fist. Taylor rolls to his left, avoiding Bane’s punch and quickly nips to his feet. Bane climbs to his feet and Taylor moves forward, grabbing his right arm and whipping him into the lower-right corner, charging forward. As soon as Bane hits the turnbuckle, Taylor plows into him with a violent spear that slams his entire weight into Bane’s abdomen. Bane lets out a winded choke as Taylor steps backwards, allowing Bane to fall to his knees. Taylor grabs Bane’s head, rolling him onto his back and hooking the leg. 1….2….KICK OUT!Bane manages to summon enough strength to lunge up, breaking the pinfall. Taylor releases the pin, grabbing Bane’s head and dragging him to his feet. Bane punches Taylor in the gut with a double-fisted punch which sends Taylor reeling backwards a considerable distance. Bane leans down, grabbing the trashcan that Taylor had kicked enough to wedge it under the ropes and pulls it out. Despite being warped by the force of Taylor’s kick and the weight of the ropes, Bane rushes forward, planting the trash can right into Taylor’s face! Gibson: Ouch!Long: Goodnight Taylor. Guess Bane had to take out the trash!Taylor crumbles to the mat, and Bane throws away the now-crumpled trash can which is practically useless. Bane gets onto his knees before rolling to the right and out of the ring, getting on one knee on the outside and throwing up the apron, leaning under and pulling out.. Gibson: A nightstick? What the hell?Long: That’s an incredibly appropriate weapon and one I’m sure Bane has used countless times before!Bane grasps the nightstick by its handle, giving a practise swing and nods slightly, sliding into the ring and getting to his feet behind Taylor, who is now on one knee. Taylor pulls himself to his feet and notices Bane’s shadow, turning around. Bane swings the nightstick across his body, but Taylor ducks under it. Bane quickly stops the swing, bringing the nightstick down in a clubbing motion and slamming it into Taylor’s right shoulder. Taylor yells out in agony before Bane clubs downwards onto the same shoulder. Bane raises the nightstick, clubbing Taylor’s shoulder a third time before bringing the nightstick down onto the top of his temple. Taylor falls backwards, splayed on the mat as Bane drops the nightstick, quickly covering Taylor. 1….2…Taylor reaches over, managing to grab the side handle of the nightstick and quickly lift it, bringing it up and managing to slam the nightstick forcefully into the back of Bane’s head, forcing him to break up the pin. Taylor remains downed as Bane stumbles backwards, clutching his head. Taylor is barely managing to move, the utilisation of the nightstick probably done solely on instinct. Taylor shakes his head slightly, rolling onto his side before uneasily pushing himself up onto his knees. Bane pulls himself to his feet using the nearby right-hand set of ropes and advances on Taylor who quickly slams the tip of the nightstick into Bane’s abdomen. Bane stumbles backwards, wheezing slightly as he is winded and Taylor drops the nightstick, pulling himself to his feet and stumbling forward. Taylor quickly lifts Bane up in a suplex, but instead drills him right down into the mat with a vicious Brainbuster. Bane’s skull hits the mat and he rolls under the apron and to the outside of the ring. Taylor looks over his shoulder, cursing under his breath as Bane rolls further and into the crowd barrier, clutching his skull. Gibson: Smart move from Bane: Roll outside so Taylor can’t instantly go for the pin.Long: Looks like Taylor might finally drop the title. Bane’s really growing out there. The fans’ll be cheering tonight!Taylor sighs, forcing himself up to one knee and shaking his head, attempting to relieve his head of the pain from the nightstick shot. Bane grabs the top of the crowd barrier, pulling himself to his knees and stopping, rubbing his scalp and shaking his head, trying to regain some semblance of consciousness. Taylor rolls out of the ring, locking an arm around Bane’s neck and pulling him to his feet, locking in a Sleeper Hold and dragging him back. Bane struggles violently against the hold, but Taylor clamps it on tighter, forcing Bane to stop moving and allowing him to roll him into the ring. Bane quickly gets to his feet and Taylor climbs onto the apron, ducking as Bane takes a quick swing at him and responding with a quick straight jab right into Bane’s left chest. Bane reels backwards and moves forwards towards Taylor. Taylor hits a left cross jab to Bane’s right chest, sending Bane reeling backwards again. Before he can move too far away, Taylor leans over the top rope, placing his feet on the bottom rope and locking Bane’s arm up, grabbing his lower right leg. Taylor steadies himself uneasily before throwing his weight backwards. Taylor manages to lift Bane, sending him up and over the top rope, both men sent crashing to the outside as Taylor T-Bone Suplexes Bane to the outside and onto the bottom of the ramp! Gibson: Holy crap!Long: Taylor just threw Bane out, and just took himself with him!Gibson: A kamikaze attack by Taylor. But there’s no count outs and no pinfalls on the outside..can he get Bane back in?Both men are relatively motionless on the floor, with Bane splayed at the foot of the ramp and Taylor clutching his still-injured skull which Bane had delivered several swift blows with the nightstick onto. Taylor rolls onto his stomach, crawling across the floor and towards the apron, grasping it and pulling himself up to his feet uneasily before sliding into the ring and up onto his knees, looking over his shoulder at Bane who is now pulling himself along the ground towards the ring. Taylor gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes slightly and shaking his head. Bane crawls forward, lifting the apron slightly and leaning under, pulling out a shovel and sliding it behind him. Taylor looks down, watching as Bane pulls out a table, grinning to himself. Taylor quickly climbs onto the apron, delivering a thunderous stomp down onto the top of Bane’s skull and sending him downwards onto the floor. Taylor hops down, grabbing Bane’s head, but Bane lunges up, shoving his head into Taylor’s abdomen before running forward with his shoulder in Taylor’s abdomen, slamming his back roughly into the apron. Taylor lets out a cry of pain before Bane grabs the shovel, swinging it towards Taylor spade-first. Taylor quickly ducks, the metal spade clanging noisily off the ropes as it misses. Taylor delivers a swift hook to Bane’s side, sending him reeling backwards. Bane swings the shovel downwards, but Taylor quickly hits a swift sidewards roll, athletically avoiding the swing. Bane quickly throws the shovel down as Taylor darts towards him, leaning down, lifting him up and slamming him roughly onto the folded table with a devastating crash. Bane rolls Taylor off of the table, picking it up and walking to the left-hand side of the ring area outside, placing one end of the table onto the crowd barrier and the other onto the apron. Bane turns around, walking over to Taylor and pulling him to his feet, placing a hand on the back of his head and forcing him over to where the table is, pulling him around to face him before hauling him up onto his right shoulder, setting him up for the Scales of Justice! Taylor looks over his shoulder, struggling violently as he notices that Bane is preparing to drive him through the table. Bane takes a few steps forward, lifting Taylor high into the arm and going to slam him down! Taylor quickly arches his back and thrusts his legs downwards, his chest barely slamming into the table as he lands on the other side, doubled over but on his feet. Bane tries to lift him up again, but Taylor lashes his feet out repeatedly, struggling violently enough to land back on his feet, delivering two quick jabs in succession into Bane’s abdomen. Bane doubles over and Taylor steps backwards, lifting up Bane in a suplex before falling backwards, hitting a swift Vertical Suplex which causes the crowd to jeer impatiently, the table remaining unused. Taylor gets to his feet, grabbing Bane’s head and rolling him into the ring, sliding in after him and rolling him onto his back, hooking his leg.. 1……2…..KICK OUT!Bane manages to push his shoulder up, forcing Taylor to release the pin and get to his feet, dragging Bane up before slamming him down to the ground, hoping to make him slightly more groggy. Taylor grabs Bane’s right arm, locking it in position and hoping to lock in the Perpetual Ferocity. Before Taylor can flip over and lock in the hold, Bane lifts his right foot, swinging it back roughly into his body and slamming the toe into Taylor’s right side. Taylor stumbles back slightly, inadvertently pulling Bane into a sitting position. Bane quickly gets to his feet, grabbing Taylor’s right arm and twisting to the right, whipping him towards the right-hand set of ropes. Taylor rebounds off and into Bane’s clutches. Bane stumbles back with Taylor before turning around, lifting Taylor slightly and dumping him over the ropes with a makeshift Spinebuster that sends Taylor straight through the Taylor set up on the crowd barrier and apron! Gibson: Jesus! Taylor just took a huge hit there!Long: Ring the bell. New champion. It HAS to be. Taylor isn’t that tough.Bane rolls out of the ring, examining Taylor’s body laying amongst the carnage of the table. Bane leans down, pulling him up to his feet and rolling him into the ring, sliding in after him before pulling Taylor up to his feet…. Bane grips Taylor and begins to go for his finisher. Somehow, Taylor manages to respond though, flippng Bane over his shoulder and to the mat and following it up with his finisher.. The Kimura Key-lock!! Gibson: How does he do this?!!! Taylor applies the hold, his teeth gritting hard with everything he has left in him! Bane screams in agony.. And the crowd suddenly cheers!!!! Gibson: What’s going on?!! LOOK!!Running through the entrance with a beer bottle in hand, Chuck Johnson is a man on a mission! He rushes to ringside and slides into the ring, only to break the bottle over Taylor’s exposed head!! Gibson: OH MY GAWD!!Taylor releases the hold and rolls to the mat, holding his head. CJ raises a fist as the crowd cheers loudly. As Taylor fights to rise up once again, he is twisted around and dropped with Johnson’s finisher.. The Hangover!! CJ grabs Bane who is still struggling from the submission hold and drags him unto Taylor. CJ then rolls out and stands at ringside as the ref begins the pin count. 1.. 2.. Three!Gibson: We have a new hardcore champion!!! Chuck Johnson has screwed over Taylor!!Long: If I was CJ, I would run.. NowWalt: Your winner.. And NEW hardcore champion.. BANE!!The fans cheer bane on as the Hardkore Belt is handed to him! Bane then looks to ringside where CJ is shown standing.. Smirking. Bane’s theme song comes on as Bane raises the title over his head in victory! Walking up the ramp way, CJ motions to the fans who are cheering and then heads backstage. Finally stirring, Taylor looks up at Bane and then to the entrance, the fury boiling inside of him..
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Post by primetime on Sept 18, 2011 16:15:11 GMT -5
As the show closes, the feed switches to the parking lot where we see Mark Rivera heading to his car in a rush. His briefcase is tucked under his arm as he removes his car keys and hit’s the keyfab. In the distance, a BMW convertible flashes it’s back lights. Arriving at his car, he begins to slide the keys into the door lock when Shawn Ashen approaches him with a large grin. Ashen is dressed in a sharp suit and a large cowboy hat. Ashen places his hand on the roof of the car, standing in the way of a now annoyed Mark Rivera.
Ashen: Hey boss, what’s the rush?
Rivera: Not now, Ashen. See me at the office next week.
Ashen: Speaking of next week, I wanted to talk to you about a certain business venture…
Rivera: Of course, I should be going.
Rivera then uncharacteristically shoves Ashen out of the way as he opens his car door and slides into the driver’s seat. With a twist of the key and a slam of the door, Rivera backs up, almost hitting a humored Shawn Ashen. He then squeals out of the parking spot and speeds off. Laughing, Ashen watches Rivera and begins to turn around.. Until he spots something on the ground.
Ashen bends over and picks up a sheet of paper. He then reads it, realizing that Rivera had dropped it out of his briefcase. After taking in a few of the lines, Ashen’s facial expression completely changes! His eyes grow big and his smile grows even bigger as he lowers the paper and looks in the direction that Rivera sped off to.
Ashen: Well.. I’ll be damned..
(The show comes to an end)
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