CE: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Thunderplex
in Thunder Bay Canada
where we are broadcasting Thursday Night Thunder
from LIVE tonight!
( Crowd roars up again. )
CE: We're only a few hours east of Winnipeg Manitoba,
where the UWA held
it's latest edition of Saturday Slaughterhouse
from. On that Slaughterhouse
some of you may have noticed ONE Gordon Adair
didn't have to many kind words
to say about the UIWF.
( The crowd continues to boo after the mention of Adair's name. )
CE: But fans, we're the UIWF, and we're not gonna take this. Am I right?
( Crowd begins to cheer. )
CE: I though so. Adair you are a pompous,
arrogant, sorry excuse for a
federation president. You mentioned the
fact that we were the regional
promotion and you were the national promotion.
You mentioned we're
pretending we're big players in the National
market. We're not pretending.
The UIWF are big players in OUR national market,
Canada. THE UWA is one
in a million down in the old U S of A but up
here in Canada we got the
SCRA ( pop ) and the UIWF ( bigger pop ).
I'm sorry you feel threatened
that the itty bitty regional promotion is stealing
some of your thunder but
that's just the way it has to be.
( Fans are even louder now, almost rabid. )
CE: Adair I though about it and I won't change
the name of the UIWF for you
or anybody else. I don't really care if
you don't like our name what
matters to me most is what the fans think.
Fans do you like the name UIWF?
( The crowd responds with a resounding " YEAH! " )
CE: I thought so. So Adair you can take
that pipe dream of yours and stick
it buddy because the name UIWF, just like the
UIWF, is heard to stay.
( Evans puts down the mic for a second to let
the crowd cheer. After they
quiet down he begins to speak again. )
CE: And lastly is the subject of the belt currently
held by Jack Daniels.
The UIWF _WORLD_ Heavyweight Championship.
That's right Adair. The UIWF
title actually has some prestige to it, unlike
the UWA strap which has been
wrapped around the waist of more men then a cheap
hooker.
( Huge Pop at Evans' joke. )
CE: It's not gonna change Adair, the title everyone
really wants, the
UIWF _WORLD_ Heavyweight Championship is going
to remane to be called that.
( Fade to black )
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( The familiar beginning of the song Snakecharmer
by Rage Against the
Machine plays as the song starts to play in the
background. The volume
of the music slowly increases. An image
slowly fades in. It says
"Thursday Night Terror". )
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( The words are metallic and different shades
of blue. Truly stunning.
The image shatters into a million ice pieces
as the music begins to fade
away. Around the World by Daft Punk begins
to play as various clips
of UIWF wrestlers in action air. )
Jack Vars doing a moonsault from the top rope.
" ..I'M AN ALL STAR!!!.. "
Jack Daniels hitting the Sour Mash.
" THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE! "
Supersonic hitting holding the Middleweight title high.
" This title defins who and what Supersonic is.
A champion. A winner.
The best. "
Evil Al Roberts hitting the Eviliser.
" Your right, it's evil, it's PURE evil! "
LOCO powerslamming Jim Jones through two tables
and the Dirty Rotten
Gentlemen.
" THE TRUTH HURTS DON'T IT!!! "
Dark Dragon about to Spike Chokeslam an opponent.
" AAAAAAEEEEERRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! "
( The clips finally fade to the black screen once
again. Seconds later the
images of Casey Evans, Rex Roads, Jim Jones,
and Bob Sharpe appear on the
screen. All 4 of them have head sets on
to go with the official UIWF
apparel they wear. )
RR: Evans for once you did something worth mentioning.
Way to put Adair
in his place.
CE: Thanks Rex.
JJ: Fans we have a jam packed card tonight as
always. SIX, count 'em SIX
action packed matches.
BS: Boy am I looking forward to Ken Wallace against
Jack Daniels in the main
event.
RR: Ken Wallace, are you ready to taste the bitterness of the sour mash?
CE: That match and many more to come right after these messages.
( Fade to commercial. )
( Commercials air )
( Cut back from commercial to the broadcast table. )
JJ: Another exciting match featuring two
newcomers, as Jean Jacques Lamaire
takes on Randy "the Sock" Mitche...
( Rex Roads interrupts )
RR: Arrrrrgggghhhh...will walk the plank
for grog! Yea, this matey will
walk the plank for grog. Ye will show me
to the grog and get me bloody
drunk!! And the Sock will walk the plank,
and get no grog for it.
arrrgggghhhh!
BS: Fans, please excuse him, he's a little...off...today...
CE: Well, let's get down to the ring and
Barry Nelson with the
introductions...
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JEAN JAQUE LEMAIRE VS RANDY " THE SOCK " MITCHELL
**BOOM!!**
JJL: Yo ho ho!!! Are you ready to walk the plank, matey!!!
( As these words play over, Lamaire walks out
with a stern look on his
face. )
BN: The following contest is set for one
fall, introducing first, from the
Caribbean Sea, standing 6'5", weighing 264 lbs...here
is...JEAN.....JACQUES.....LAMAIRE!!!
( Heel pop for the pirate, who walks to the ring
with eyepatch, bandana and
all ... )
CE: Lamaire...is quite an interesting character.
BS: I thought pirates were gone over two hundred years ago.
RR: Arrrgghhhh ...
JJ: Guess not ...
( As Lamaire steps in the ring, his tape fades out... )
CE: Now for the introduction of definitely
an...odd sort....Randy "the Sock"
Mitchell.
( Raising his hands and flapping them like a sock is Rex Roads. )
RR: Time to lay the sock down! (to
the other hand) Know your role and shut
your...uh...mouth! No, you shut up!
No, you! Arrggghh!!!
( Rex pretends to fight with his hands ... )
( Back to Barry Nelson, as apparently nobody in
the broadcast booth thought
Rex's comments funny enough to respond. )
( "I Don't Want to Change the World" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the PA. )
BN: And his opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona, uh...
( Barry makes the quote gesture with his middle and index fingers. )
BN:... "accompanied" to the ring by "Sifil" and
"Olly"...he stands 6'2", and
weighs 227 lbs...RANDY "THE SOCK" MITCHELL!!!
( Mitchell walks out to an indeterminate pop,
more people are staring at him
with a funny expression than doing anything as
"the Sock" confers with
"Sifil" and "Olly." )
JJ: Weird guy...hey Casey, have you been
scouting from the local freakshows?
Geez, your last few acquisitions have been...unique...to
say the least.
BS: Let's take stock...a man who sells hot
dogs and wrestles on the same
card ... a modern day pirate who wears an eyepatch
over a perfectly good
eye ... a man who talks to two painted socks
... a Gothic madman who wears
armor to the ring.
RR: Uh...I believe Daniels will do something about that...
( Casey, Bob, and Jim all look toward each other and nod... )
CE, BS, and JJ (in unison): AAAAEEERRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!
( The blood drains from Rex's face as he leaps
a foot out of his seat,
banging his knee on the announce table. )
RR: Aaaaaaaahhhh!!! M-m-m-mom...mommy? OW!!!
JJ ( clearing his throat ): Now back to the match at hand...
RR: Don't you ever do that again!!
CE ( chuckling ): Uh...well, JJL intercepts
the Sock as he steps through the
ropes and starts raining forearms on his back.
JJ: The Sock desperately trying to get away...he's
at a decided size
advantage, about 40 pounds worth, but is a heck
of a lot faster.
( Mitchell slides under the bottom rope to the
outside, walks up to a ring
attendant and demands to speak with Sifil and
Olly. )
RR: I don't think they'll help you now, Randy...
( Lamaire follows him out ... )
BS: Lamaire sees Mitchell talking with Sifil
and Olly, and Mitchell hits
the ground hard! A lariat to the back of
the head drops Randy Mitchell like
a bad habit!
CE: Lamaire slams Mitchell head first into
the railing, then throws him back
in the ring to halt the referee's count.
Lamaire follows, bounces off the
ropes, measures ...
( Lamaire jumps for a legdrop as the Sock dodges ... face pop! )
JJ: JJL going for a legdrop but nobody home
as Mitchell starts pounding away
with punches and kicks to the gut of Lamaire.
The " Sock " grabs the arm and
Irish whips into the corner.
( The Sock runs in, jumps off the second rope and ... )
BS: What a bulldog by the Sock! And he goes for a cover ...
Ref:
One ...
RR: And a half before Lamaire kicks out with force.
( Sock picks up Lamaire undaunted, steps forward
with an Irish whip. The
Sock charges in...but nobody home! )
CE: Lamaire got out of the way of that avalanche,
Sock's staggering and
Lamaire with a waistlock, into a belly to back
suplex! And the Sock's
grabbing his back in pain.
( Heel pop! )
RR ( pretending to talk to his hands, flapping
them ): Arrgghhh....give me
treasure!! ( to other hand ) This
matey wants more grog!
( Lamaire positions the Sock in the corner and
starts a heavy bag workout.
Eight body shots, to be exact, before the referee
backs him off. Lamaire
ignores him and rams his boot into the Sock's
throat. )
JJ: Lamaire...taking full advantage of that
five count, just gets off the
boot at the 4 and a half...and repeats!
BS: Lamaire isn't one to bother with rules,
he picks up the Sock and slams
him down. Runs into the ropes...and connects
with a big splash!
Ref:
One...
Two...
Kickout.
( The Sock is still going strong, as Lamaire picks
him up. A punch to the
gut and a forearm shot to the back, and a whip
into the ropes ... Sock runs
out ... Lamaire leapfrogs, then turns around.
The Sock launches himself in a
cross body block...but gets caught! )
RR: And Lamaire displaying his "catch" to
the crowd...before dropping him
with a powerslam!
CE: No cover there, Lamaire with a very
basic, but effective offense thus
far...basic wrestling and brawling that has proven
very effective. He picks
up Lamaire, hooks a front facelock, lifts the
Sock up...and falls back with a
vertical suplex! Lamaire bounces into a
cover...
Ref:
One...
Two...
Nope.
BS: Lamaire quickly damaging the back of
the Sock...picks him up, setting
him up with a standing headscissors...a piledriver,
powerbomb maybe...no...
the Sock is still resisting! And takes
him down with a single leg! Great
amateur wrestling move by the Sock.
RR: Not quite, he just grabbed a leg and pushed...
JJ: Uh...Rex, that's called amateur wrestling, as effective as it is simple.
( The Sock back up to his feet as Lamaire gets
up, too...the Sock knocks
Lamaire over with a standing dropkick! )
CE: Lamaire's chest has bootprints on it
now...the Sock picking up Lamaire
again...tucks his head under Lamaire's arm...and
picks him up into a Northern
Lights Suplex!
( Mixed pop...but no bridge. )
BS: The Sock changed the momentum of the
match rather quickly with that
suplex. Lamaire's getting up, uh ... groggily,
holding the ropes. The Sock
runs off the far ropes, and leaps with a cross
body.
( The Sock connects beautifully, taking both himself
and Lamaire over the top
rope to the outside! The Sock gets up,
followed by Lamaire and ... )
CE: Wait, the Sock grabbed Olly from the ring attendant and ...
RR: He's choking out Lamaire with Olly!
( Lamaire struggles to get free by throwing wild
punches everywhere. He
appears to fade for a second, until he sees Mitchell
returning Olly to the
ring attendant and ... )
JJ: Lamaire's seeing red! He charges like a bull...
BS: And takes down Mitchell, the ring attendant,
Sifil AND Olly with an
avalanche into the ringpost!
( Everyone's a little dazed, and Lamaire has both
Sifil and Olly in his
hands, with murderous intentions... )
RR: Lamaire not too happy about that little
interlude...he's wrapping Sifil
and Olly around Mitchell's head and neck...twisting...
CE: AND DELIVERS A STANDING REVERSE NECKBREAKER __WITH THE SOCKS__!!!
( Heel pop as Lamaire turns Mitchell's own "foreign objects" against him. )
JJ: Sifil and Olly look a little stretched,
but in good shape after that.
But Mitchell's gotta be nearly out.
RR: Hey, Bob, you're the expert around here...so
would that be outside
interference, or would it be use of a foreign
object!
BS: Uh...somewhere in between, Rex...
( Lamaire picks up Mitchell and slams him on the
ground, then delivers an
elbowdrop to the sternum. )
BS: Lamaire back in firm control of this...odd...match...takes
it back into
the ring. Once again, he rains the forearms
on Mitchell's back like cannon
fire. Lamaire scoops up Mitchell and nails
a punishing backbreaker...
Ref:
One...
Two...
Thr--nope!
JJ: Lamaire definitely having the better
of the match at this point.
Mitchell's a little, shall we say, distracted?
RR: Oh, I'll say he's distracted. Jean Jacques
Lamaire is firing the
cannons at his ship and the Sock's ignoring him
to talk with the "crew".
( Dragging him over to the ropes, Lamaire drapes
the Sock over the middle
rope, neck first. )
CE: The pirate's running off the far ropes,
building up momentum...this ring
rope vertical splash could put away the Sock
if he doesn't ...
BS: But he does! The Sock falls out
of the way and Lamaire just bounces off
the second turnbuckle, landing flat on his back!
( The Sock seems to have a second wind, and a...well..."insane"
pop from the
crowd as he attacks Lamaire's abdomen with a
series of kicks. )
RR: Maiv ... Mitchell back up, whips Lamaire
into the ropes, leapfrogs over
the massive pirate once, Lamaire bounces back,
the Sock ducks as Lamaire
jumps over. Lamaire building up even more
momentum now, charges...
( But Mitchell turns the momentum into a hotshot!
Loud pop as Lamaire grabs
his neck in a combination of pain and anger.
)
CE: Mitchell's definitely pumped...running
into the ropes...he leaps to the
second rope, leaps into a moonsault...
It's the Sock's Elbow!!!
Ref:
One...
Two...
Three! No! No! No! The
ref's holding up 2 fingers as the Sock looks
amazed!
( The Sock picks up Lamaire, perhaps for the Sock Bottom **cradle DDT** ... )
JJ: The Sock hooking the leg, picks up Lamaire
... but Lamaire with a very
well-timed forearm straight to the nose, and
the Sock drops him!
( Lamaire runs off the ropes and leaps ... )
BS: And Lamaire with a nasty bulldog lariat floors the Sock again!
RR: Lamaire hooks on a standing head scissors,
hoists up the Sock...and
drops him skull first!
( Heel pop as the Sock looks out from a Lamaire piledriver. )
CE: Wait, Lamaire's shifting is eye patch out of the way...
RR: That means it's time for the Sock to walk the plank!
( Jean Jacques Lamaire picks up the Sock in a
bearhug and plants him on the
top turnbuckle. He hooks a front facelock
with his right arm... )
BS: Hey, wait, the Sock's fighting it...he
just might be able to punch out
of this ...
( Lamaire nails him in the gut, and the Sock seemingly goes limp. )
JJ: Nope, Sock isn't fighting anymore. Lamaire's lifting him up ...
The Sock is about to WALK THE PLANK!!!
**CRASH!!!**
( Lamaire's "Walk the Plank" superplex connects
with mat-shaking impact.
Huge heel pop for Lemaire as he rolls on top
of Mitchell for a cover. )
RR: Lamaire covers and hooks the leg...
Ref:
One...
Two...
CE: Three!!!
P.A.: **BOOM!!** YO HO HO!!! ARE YE READY TO WALK THE PLANK MATEY!!!
BN: And the winner of the match...JEAN JACQUES LAMAIRE!!!
RR: And please, keelhaul those annoying painted socks while you're at it.
CE: What a great way to start off TNT!
The Sock was a little too
distracted, it was almost as if he was talking
to those two sock puppets!
BS: Uh...that's what he was doing...
CE: Well stay tuned folks that was only the first
of 6 matches, we've got
5 more to come!
( Fade to commercials. )
( Commercials air. )
( Fade back to the broadcast table where Jones,
Roads, Evans and Sharpe
sit. )
JJ: What a first match. Lemaire and The
Sock both looking good in there
first match with Lemaire getting the win after
withstanding a furios rally
from The Sock.
RR: ( talking with his hands again ) It was your
fault Randy lost! No it
was your fault! No it wasn't, I helped,
I choked Lemaire. You choked Randy
to! So did you ...
CE: The always entertaining Rex Roads.
BS: Well up next we have Bolander " The Bear "
Watts taking on the
Middleweight champion, Supersonic.
RR: I have the same sentiments towards this match
as last weeks, make me
puke, Vars versus Sonic match. Can you
say Double death blow?
JJ: I can, but I won't. It'll be a classic
match up of size against speed
here.
CE: Both of these men are exceptionally skilled
and this should be a great
match. Lets send it down to Barry Nelson
for introductions.
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BOLANDER " THE BEAR " WATTS VS SUPERSONIC (C)
- NON TITLE
BN: Due to a DOUBLE NO SHOW, this match will not
take place and will be
re-scheduled for a later date.
( The fans boo loudly. )
CE: WHAT???
JJ: Apparently Bolander and Supersonic had a little
trouble getting to the
ring tonight.
CE: We'll be back after this.
( Fade to commercial. )
( Commercials air. )
( Cut back to the broadcast table. )
CE: Welcome back fans ...
BS: Landlord is already in the ring and he finally discarded that chair.
CE: At commercial break Landlord came down with
a chair and demanded Vars
come down to the ring.
JJ: Vars' no fool ...
RR: Yes he is.
JJ: As I was saying Vars' no fool he isn't going
to go out there while
Landlord had a chair in his hand. Vars'
should be out here any minute.
RR: See he's not coming I told ya he was a chiken ...
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JACK VARS vs LANDLORD
( "Push It" by Garbage starts up as Jack Vars
walks out with Cindy
McGlothlan by his side. Cindy walks over to ringside
as Jack Vars gets in the ring ... )
Barry Nelson:... And his opponant, hailing from
Truth or Consequences,
NM... Here is JACK VARS!!!
CE: This match is ready to start...
*DING!DING!DING!*
JJ: They lockup. Vars wins the lockup and has
The Landlord in a
headlock. Vars now hits a flying bulldog! Landlord
gets back up and Vars hits him with a football
tackle!
CE: Vars now throwing big punches to the face
of The Landlord! Jack
Vars is dominating without a doubt!
BS: After seeing The Landlord's performance...
I'm not sure he can
last long in this match.
JJ: Vars now grabs Landlord by the hair and pulls
him up. Vars goes
for an irish whip, Landlord reverses and Vars
is whipped hard into the
turnbuckle!
CE: GREAT power by Landlord. Landlord now charges
towards Vars and
hits a STINGER SPLASH!
BS: Landlord now hits a perfectly executed Fisherman
Suplex...
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THR- KICKOUT
JJ: Landlord almost had a nearfall with that Fisherman
Suplex.
Landlord now walks over to the turnbuckles and
he's... going up to the
top ropes!
CE: Landlord looking to finish off Vars quickly...
Landlord goes for a
FROG SPLASH...
BS: NO! Vars moves out of the way in the nick
of time. Vars now gets
up and hits a legdrop across the back of Landlord's
neck. Vars turns
Landlord around and
goes for the pin....
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
JJ: You gotta do more than that to get The Landlord.
Vars now picks up
Landlord and puts him in a firemans carry...
CE: It's gonna be the TKO!! Vars now walks over
to the corner and
waits for Landlord to get up....
BS: Vars is setting up for a.... football tackle
or a superkick. The
Landlord is getting up... Vars charges and hits
the football tackle!
JJ: That almost looked like The SPEAR!
Fans: GOOOOLDBERG.... GOOOOLDBERG.... GOOOOOOLDBERG.
CE: Who are the fans talking about?
BS: I don't know... some cheap ass mid-carder, I guess.
JJ: Vars now picks up The Landlord. Vars is going
for a vertical
suplex... Can he get Landlord up?
CE: YES HE CAN... He's going to go for a vertical
suplex... once your
up there, there's only one way to go down...
BS: Vars now wants to finish off the rest of the suplex-
JJ: MY GOD! Vars converts into a powerslam...
Why... that's the
JACKHAMMER!!!
CE: The what?!
BS: I dunno... some mid-carder finisher. Vars
now puts his foot on
Landlord's chest...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
JJ: NO!!!!! That was EXTREMELY close! The ref's
hand was two inches
off the ground... If Vars were to pin him properly,
this match woul've
been over.
CE: Vars, frusterated... picks up Landlord and
hits an irish whip!
Vars follows up with a running kick to the midesection!
Vars now hits
a combonaton of big punches on
The Landlord
BS: FISTS OF FURY!!! YEEEEHAWWW! Vars now picks
up The Landlord and is
going to go for a running powerslam.... YES!
HE Hits it! GO FOR THE
PIN YOU IDIOT!
JJ: Vars now starts showboating... he looks over
at Cindy and winks at
her. Vars now goes back to the match and puts
The Landlord between his
legs...
CE: POWERBOMB... Vars is going for the powerbomb.
Vars now picks up
Landlord and hits the powerbomb! Vars holds onto
The Landlord's legs
and is going to put the sharpshooter
on Landlord!
BS: SHARPSHOOTER! HE HOOKED IT ON! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!
( The Landlord's face is turning red as he refuses
to tap out or
submit... )
JJ: The Landlord having guts and sticking in the
match. He reaches for
the ropes and he clinches it! Vars now breaks
the hold and drops a
knee to the lower back of Landlord!
CE: Vars now picks up Landlord and whips him to
the ropes... Landlord
bounces back off the ropes and puts a eye gouge
on Vars!
BS: My god! Vars' eyes have to be in serious trouble!
JJ: I think Vars is fading out... as he drops down to his knees-
CE: LOW BLOW!! VARS HITS A LOW BLOW! Landlord
now drops to his knees
holding his crotch... Vars just drops onto the
apron trying to take a
breather...
BS: The ref is blind... He didn't notice the low
blow. Both men now
slowly getting up... Vars throws a roundhouse
punch, Landlord ducks
and grabs Vars' waist...
JJ: Release German Suplex! Landlord now picks
up Vars and hits an
irish whip. Landlord now walks over to the corner
and kicks Vars in
the midsection.... HELLRAISER! HE USED LOCO'S
FINISHER!
CE: Landlord with the pin....
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
BS: He used LOCO's finisher... but he can't work
it right. Landlord
now picks up Vars and sets Vars up to sit on
the top turnbuckles.
JJ: Landlord also gets up on the top turnbuckles.
Both men now
standing on the turnbuckles... Vars trys fighting
back with hard
punches on Landlord!
CE: The Landlord isn't giving up with a fight...
he's exchanging
punches with Vars. Landlord grabs Vars by the
hair and HEADBUTT!
BS: Landlord now goes for a hurricanrana off the
top ropes! NO!!! Vars
reverses and hits a POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP ROPES!
Vars now with a
roll-up...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
JJ: NO! Landlord kicked out in the nick of time!
Vars picks up
Landlord and kicks him in the midsection... Double
Underhooked
PILEDRIVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
CE: Landlord continues to kick out! HOW DOES HE
DO IT?! Vars now goes
up to the top ropes and is going for a shootin'
star press!
BS: HE HITS IT! SPECTACULAR MOVE! LANDLORD CAN'T
KICKOUT OF THAT! IT'S
OVER! IT'S OVER!
JJ: Vars, surprisingly doesn't wanna go for the
pin. He now runs up
the turnbuckles and goes for a MOONSAULT!
CE: Vars misses as Landlord moves away! Landlord
now gets up with
a...a.... grin on his face?!
BS: He was playing possum! Landlord now picks
up Vars and whips him to
the ropes. Vars bounces back and Landlord hits
a spinning heel kick!
Landlord now covers Vars....
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
JJ: Landlord now picks up Vars and kicks him in
the midsection.
Landlord now going for a powerbomb... it gets
blocked.... VARS WITH A
SMALL PACKAGE...
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
CE: Landlord now bounces back up and starts stomping
Vars in the
midsection. Landlord is getting frusterated....
BS: Landlord now goes for a knee drop onto Vars' face....
JJ: Vars moves and Landlord jams his knee into
the ring! Vars gets up
and hits a flying bulldog! Vars now snaps back
up and waits for
Landlord to get back up...
CE: Landlord slowly gets up and is met with a
SUPERKICK by VARS! NO...
Landlord ducks and hits a clothesline!
BS: Both men are down... and the ref is beginning to count them out.
Ref:
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
JJ: Both men slowly starting to get up....
8!
9!
CE: Vars is up first. He then awaits for The
Landlord to get up...
Landlord's up. Vars and Landlord get into a fist
fight!
BS: THIS AIN'T A WRESTLING MATCH ANYMORE... more
like boxing or a
brawl.
JJ: Vars lands a left cross on Landlord straight
in the face! That's gotta
break something! Landlord drops to the ground...
CE: Vars picks up Landlord and hits an irish whip!
Landlord staggers out
and right into a waiting VARS! Vars applies
the front face lock, hooks the
leg ...
JJ: HE HITS IT! KNOCKOUT BLOW!**Fishermans DDT**
CE: Here's the pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!
BS: Jack Vars gave it his all!
Barry Nelson: And your winner.... JACK VARS!!!!!!
( "Push It" by Crush starts playing as Vars walks
to the back with
Cindy. )
CE: Stay tuned fans!
( Fade to commercials. )
( Commercials air. )
( Fade back to TNT. The scene upens to Ken
Wallace in the ring. He is
wearing the black shirt with a slash through
it. Black jeans and black
shoes. He is standing in what looks to be an
Alley at night.)
RR: Oh no ... wake me up when this is over.
CE: It looks like Ken Wallace has something to say.
JJ: Knowing him it will be a little more then "something".
Kw: I guess the first thing i should talk about
is Jack Daniels. Jack,
your telling me that your gonna prepair with
electra and how you are
gonna win cause i ain't got a snow balls chance
in hell at
winning....The way you train is one thing, but
you must remember
yourself, that i am not gonna be the one getting
( bleep ) over, AGAIN.
You see Daniels, you made the comment about it
isn't what you do, it is
how you do it. Haven't you been listening? I
am a lot better than the
character of Wrestlingman. Wrestlingman, when
he did a move he would get
up, and just walk around the ring, cause he didn't
get a move done very
often. But me Daniels, when i do a move, i will
keep on you. I might
take you down with a sweep, then i might go for
an armbar, or a leglock.
You must know Daniels, that any thing I do from
now on, is done to
perfection. Now i am not trying to be mr perfect
here or anything, but
that is the way it is. I won't let up. You have
something that Ken
Wallace wants very very bad. Which is the UIWF
_WORLD_ Title. Do you
know why I want that title Jack? I want that
title because that is my
ticket back to where i belong. Do you realize
where that is? No, not the
my ticket back to the top, it is the ticket to
where i should already
be. You see Daniels, when the Allience brought
me back here, it was with
the destict understanding that i would wrestle
until the powers that be,
see fit for me to return to the bigger part of
this Allience. They said
that i would have to do real good to be accepted
back there. The way i
look at it Daniels, is you can't do any better
than winning the World
title. I mean, if you see another way to get
me back, by all means tell
me. That way Daniels, i can spare you. Daniels,
If you can't then i hope
that you have good hospital insurence cause that
is where i plan on
putting you.....
RR: Zzz ... Zzz ... Zzz
Kw: Daniels, your telling me how lucky i will
be if I can walk out of
our match with title, let alone still alive.
Let me explain a couple
things to you. Have you seen some of the matches
that i have been in? I
have been in matches that you wouldn't dare dream
of, Jack. Take a look
back when the UWA reopend in april of 97. Take
a look at a little latter
match i had. I took that latter on the top of
the head more than a dozen
times. After that match i had over 150 stiches
in the back of my head.
But then the next night i was out wrestling again.
Then I came up with a
match, with help from Chad Blake, called a King
Kage match. I have been
in 5 of those matches Daniels, every time i have
ended up in the third
row, or landing on my head. But always i was
out wrestling the next
night. Wether it was with the PC, Lost SOuls,
or even the Venom Corp, i
was always back the next day. Daniels, you know
the Allience has an
urbish mines match every year. I won that last
year. I went through
people hitting me with pieces of coal, to being
hit by a little track
car, to haveing rocks fall on me. But i still
made it out and won the
title shot. Daniels, look back at the last couple
PPVS before i left, I
was blown to kingdom come cause of a robot, i
blew Johnny Tambos face
off. Hell in EGW i was in one of the most memrable
street fights with
Flaming bob.And you are telling me that I will
be lucky if i suvrive?
That isn't the question you should be asking
mr Daniels. The question
you should be asking is how will _I_ survive.
Daniels, your making fun
of me for me watchin stratagy videos. But instead
you should be doing
the same thing. Why? Cause Daniels, i have
your number, i can take your
best shot. Lets just see if you can take mine.
Kw: Now i guess i must address that dirty Cuban,
Pedro Kozaro. Pedro, I
hope you will be watching my title match this
thrusday. Do you know why
I hope you are watching? I hope you are watching
so you know what you
will be in for. But Pedro, you must remember
that no matter what happens
do Jack Daniels, What happens to you will be
10 times as bad. No not
ten, infanantly worse. Pedro, like i said before,
you made the biggest
mistake of your life when you turned your back
on me. DT richman,
offered you soo much to be part of the elite
stable that would have been
known as Limited Edition. He offered you the
best training money could
buy, he offered you the finest training facilities.
Hell Pedro, he
offered you the best women cause he knew you
couldn't get any of your
own. Pedro, he offered to you he could get you
title shots cause he knew
how mistreated you felt. See Pedro, he could
have given you the world.
All you had to do was turn it down there. All
you had to do was just say
no, and walk away. But pedro, when you decided
to give me the jumping
bean, you signed your own death warrent. When
you did that move to me,
you basically asked me to come and show you how
much better i am. So
pedro, i am acknowledgeing that. Pedro, your
challenging me to a match?
I accept it. I accept that challenge whole heartedly.
Pedro, I not only
want revenge on you. I want a lot more than that.
I want to show you how
much better i am, and i really really want to
show you and the whole
allience how much better i can become. But Pedro,
i must thank you again
though, for bringing out the true me. Cause making
me realize i had to
do it on my own, not with some character was
good for me, but really,
really bad for you.
RR: Zzz ... Zzz ... Zzz
Kw: Pedro, do you want to know another reason
about why i can beat you?
It is the same reason that i can beat anybody
here in the Allience.
Pedro, i can beat you cause you train like everbody
else here in the
Allience. You only look at what the character
shows you. Pedro, you
don't look at what i can show you. You see Pedro,
Ken Wallace is better
than you. Wrestlingman, the man you beat up,
maybe you could have beaten
him on his best day Pedro. But do you honestly
think you can beat Ken
Wallace on his best day? I am asking this as
a serious question. Do you
really think you can beat me? After all you have
done, by turning on me,
by causing me to lose in 10 secconds. With all
the hate, anger, and
malice i have towards you, do you think that
you can beat me Pedro? Here
is the way I look at it. You can't. When you
add all of the things
listed up, and you figure training, what i put
my self through,
everything i know towards everything you know,
or think you know, I can
say with a clear concience pedro, you can not
beat me. Why don't you ask
Chad Blake, Malibu Mike, Bad Habbit, Magma, anybody.
Just ask them what
happens when they make me upset. I go after them
full throttel till i
get my own special justice. That justice is beating
them into a pulp, or
until they tell me how stupid they were, and
how sorry they were for
getting me mad. Pedro, you, like all them other
guys, got me made. Do me
a favor, ask your self this question, can you
avoid getting on that
list. Just think about it, and answer me.....I
am really serious about
this Pedro.....Just beware, cause you might just....you
will become a
statistic.
Kw: Now, it seems as thoug the man known as "Evil"
Alex Roberts has come
back off the inactive list. Well Roberts, first
of all i am glad to see
i didn't kill you after our last encounter, but
you were still on the
disabled list none the less. It seems as though
you think that you have
a bone to pick with me. But let me tell ya something
Alex, right now i
am the last person, the absolute last person
you want to be messing
with. Look at the line up that i have in the
next couple weeks. I have
Jack Daniels for the title right here tonight.
Then I team with Spartan
Cade in a tag match, then i face Loco on Thrusday
night Terror, then I take
on Chris Simmons in a match at the PPV. Then
I have Pedro Kozaro, then
Yoshi ego. And now you want to throw your name
into the hat and get a
match with me? I guess i can say one thing, you
have a lot of balls to
come out here and ask to have a match with me.
So Alex Roberts, if you
also want a piece of Ken Wallace, come and try
to take it. Alex, i will
take you on any time, any where for the title
or not, i will step in
that ring, and whip the ring with you. Now your
probly thinkin that i am
still the cocky ass. Wrong there, all i am stating
is that i am
confident enough to know that i can beat you.
Hell i came so close last
time i probly should have the belt around my
waist. Roberts, last time i
met you, you say you were injured and what not.
But think about me, i
just came out of a battle royal, which i eliminated
you in i might add,
i then had a phantom match with some jobber and
you were complaining
about being hurt? That is probly one of the most
lame excues i have
heard Roberts...
RR: Zzz ... Zzz ... Zzz
Kw: But your probly still asking yourself why
i accepted the match you
just challenged me to, even though i have a big
schedule. Well, it is
very simple to explain. First of all, I want
to finish the job that i
started. Also to say that i beat the former UWA
Champion....I like to
say that about you..."Former". Do you know why
i like to say that word
about you Alex? Cause in my humble opinion you
never deserved to win
that title. But then again, a lot of people say
that i didn't deserve to
win the title when i had it also. But Alex, you
talk a lot about how
good you are....I used to do it also, but right
now after my recent
change, i belive it would be real fun to make
you eat sh!t like i had to
so many times for talkin to big. You see Alex,
I really don't have
anything aganist you, but i do think it would
be really fun watchin you
explain to all your little buddies that you lost
to a man who suposidly
sucks. Now I ask you, how would that feel. Let
me stop you right there.
I know how it feels. That is why i don't talk
a big game any more. And i
find this way also, as long as i keep to my self,
the more i can train,
the more i can get better at, and my favorite
alex, The easier i can
beat you, and watch you explain to all your buds
that you lost..... Well
Alex, it has been fun talkin to/ about you, but
there are a couple more
things that take priority over you and all your
talk and threats so, if
you don't mind.....
Kw: I guess now would be a good time to talk a
little bit about Chris
Simmons. Chris where are you? I have been telling
you all that i plan to
do, but yet you still don't respond. I can see
some good reasons for
that, and i can also see some bad ones Chris.
And it is the bad ones
that will cost you, and cost you greatly. Chris,
please answer me a
question. It is one of great importance. Have
you realized that you
should start training in stead of talking up
a storm? Or are you just
sitting back knowing that no matter what you
do now, I still have the
best chance at winning the match? Please chris
tell me what the answer
is. Chris, for you sake i certinly hope that
you have been training the
last couple days. I really do. Cause at the PPV
i really don't want to
give the fans a squash match. I want the fans
to see a good quality
match. Not some match where i hit you in the
guy, nail Revenge, then the
1...2...3... Chris, for the fans sake, i really
hope that is what your
doing. But let me give you a little insight as
too what i am doing
Chris.. First of all i am waking up in the morning
and running a good 15
miles to and back. Then Chris, I go into the
gym and start lifing
weights, you know the normal maxout stuff. Now
I know i am not a big
guy, but i can lift a lot. Infact this morning
i did a good 300lbs.
After that Chris, i sit in the sauna for awhile.
Then it is off to do a
little swimming, that way i can lose a little
more weight. Now Chris, do
you know what i do next? I go and i do some wrestling
practice. Little
sparing, then i teach some kids.....By the end
of my training day it is
about 11 at night. Now Chris, after all the training
I do, Do you think
you can beat me? I sure dont....
RR: Zzz ... Zzz ... Zzz
Kw: Now Just a little quicky. I want to
let spartan cade know a few
things. Cade i sure home you are doing the training,
and workouts that
we discussed. Cause i put you on notice that
if you caused me to lose
that match, in any way shape or form, I would
make you feel "Revenge"
some way or another. Now, cade, I know you have
had your troubles with
Chris simmons in the Past. That is all fine and
dandy. But if you in
anyway try to perminantly injure Simmons,
i will hurt you. I will hurt
you bad. I am not saying this as a threat. I
am meirly saying this cause
i plan on protecting my Cruserweight title shot
at the PPV. And if you
have anything to do with me not getting that
title shot. There will be
hell to pay one way or another. Trust me, I have
friends in high places
and your not about to cause me to lose a shot
at what is rightfully
mine. How do you feel about that? Not that i
care or anything. IT just
felt like the right thing to say. Don't you think?
So just watch
yourself.
Kw: Now there is one more topic that i really
think i should address.
That is my match aganist Loco in two weeks. Loco,
i dunno why i haven't
heard from you. You always seemed like the kind
of guy that lets people
hear his mind even if they don't want to. Loco,
I know your not off
somewhere training, cause your the type of person
that just lets it
flow. Loco, once Again, I am makeing a
plee to you. I want this to be a
good one on one match. Leave the lynch mob behind,
in the back. I am not
afraid of being lynched. Not by a long shot.
I just want to know if i
can beat the great Loco with my Revenge. Or if
it will be the Hellraiser
finally putting me out of this buisness. Loco,
i don't know where you are
or what your doing. But i do know that this will
get to you one way or
another. So loco do you wanna keep this a man
on man fight? OR is the
Mob gonna get involved? I already told you though.
Should the Mob get
involved, i have the people waiting around in
the back that told me they
would help me out if you started to pummleing
me. Loco, please don't
take this as a threat. Cause that isn't what
it is. This is mearly a
advanced warning should your friends decide to
help you out. So Loco,
what is it gonna be? But remember I would really
like you to feel my
"Revenge"............
Kw: Jack Daniels, I will see you tonight....Remember
Come Prepaired or
don't....Come At All
RR: That's right Electra baby ... I'll be there
in a second, keep the bed
warm.
( A smack can be heard as Bob Sharpe hits Rex.
BS: Rex your dreaming again!
RR: Huh ... what? Electra? Damn you Sharpe!
CE: Fans that brings hour 1 to a conclusion so stay tuned for hour 2.
( Fade to commercials. )
( Commercials air. )
( Cut back from commercials. )
CE: Fans welcome ba ...
Voice: Hey! Over here on the big screen
dumbass!
( The scene switches to the back of the arena.
Big Bong is seen standing
by a door labeled room 420, and below it the
name Jack Daniels appears.
Bong knocks on the door as he waits for an answer.
)
BB: I’m here outside of thee one and only, Jack
Daniel’s, locker room.
Maybe he can give us a few words before his match
here tonight.
( BB knocks on the door once again. )
BB: Jack? Are you in there? It’s Big Bong, from
the UIWF, ( grins ) I was
wondering if you have a few minutes.
( The door swings open. Jack Daniels is seen standing
in the doorway with
a white towel wrapped around his waist. )
JD: Well Mr. Bong, I have a few minutes now since
my pre-fight workout with
Electra ended a little early tonight.
BB: ( Grinning )Do you think she has time to give
me a workout? I’m looking
to get in shape too. Anyway Jack, what
do you think about your match here
tonight with Wrestlingman?
JD: First off shut up and ask questions Mr. Bong.
Let me tell you something
here Big, I really don’t care who it is in that
ring. The fact of the matter
is that whoever decides to step into that ring
will get beat down like a dog.
Unfortunately for Wrestlingman, he’s going to
be in that ring at the same
time as me.
BB: How are you going to approach Wrestlingman here tonight?
JD: First off, I’m not stupid enough to tell the
whole world, including
Wrestlingman my plan. But even if I tell the
whole world step by step,
what I’m going to do, it’s not gonna make a difference.
Cuz there’s no
way Wrestlingman will be able to stop or counter
any of my moves, even
if he knows them ahead of time. He can scout
me out as much as he wants,
the only thing that counts is when I’m standing
in the middle of the
ring with my arm raised in victory. Wrestlingman,
you will...
TASTE THE BITTERNESS OF THE SOUR MASH!!!
BB: Why do you still call him Wrestlingman when
he has proclaimed to the
world he is Ken Wallace?
JD: I musta fell asleep during that interview.
BB: That's understanable. How about your
match last week with R.A.D.?
What do you plan to do about losing the UWA International
Title?
JD: RAT made the biggest mistake of his life last
week. Hell, I’m not
pissed that he beat me and took away the gold.
What really pisses me off
is how he needed...how many was it? Whatever
the number was, he needed
accomplices to take me out. If you want to prove
yourself RAT, you try
and beat me one on one, not five on one. I’m
not through with your yella
carcass RAT. Hold onto the gold REAL TIGHT, cuz
before you know it, I’m
gonna snatch that sucker right back.
BB: Alright, there you have it from the UIWF Heavyweight
Champion Jack
Daniels.
( The screen turns black. )
RR: Alright, Daniels is ready to kick some ass!
CE: So it seems.
JJ: The Big man from Tenesse is looking for a
fight tonight and Ken Wallace
is more then willing to comply!
BS: This hour is loaded.
CE: It sure is, we're set to see the debut of
Bruce Bravo in an unsanctioned
match against Big Bong. Dark Dragon will
be taking on Jason Gore and you
all know the main event, Wallace, Daniels.
RR: Dark Dragon is gonna Torch the Torch! Hahaha!
JJ: And you know the Lynch mob's got to be around here somewhere ...
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BIG BONG vs BRUCE BRAVO *UNSANCTIONED*
BS: Our next match is set to be Big Bong vs The
"Flamboyant" Vendor
Bruce Bravo. Bravo a Lynch Mob member is sure
to raise some havoc.
JJ: I'd hate to be Bong in this position.
( Suddenly the lights go out. Sound of an auto
wreck..... I'M THE MAN by
Anthrax begins to play )
CE: WHAT THE HELL?
( A figure emerges from the back. He's dressed
in black jean shorts and a
black t-shirt with the word "LEGEND" printed
on the front in big red
letters. He has long tangled black hair which
is tied into a pony tail
at the top of his head )
CE: OH NO... NOT AGAIN!
( He wears a noose around his neck with the end
dangling to his feet.
It's none other than the "Legend" himself...
)
Voice: IT'S LOCO.... GOD DAMN IT... IT'S LOCO !!!
( The "Legend" makes his way to the ring swiftly.
He takes a microphone
from the announcers table and hops up into the
ring. He pauses. The
crowd cheers. He begins to speak. )
LOCO: Are we having fun yet?
( The crowd pops )
LOCO: You know I've been sitting back in the shadows
for sometime now.
I've been looking at what's going on here in
this so called Alliance.
You got Adair running around like a chicken with
his head cut off.
Preventive Maintnance... I think. Then you have
the Lynch Mob causing
havoc... on both sides of this fence. Pico, Bravo
and me on the UIWF
side.... Jeran and SVS on the UWA side. I'll
get to that in a moment.
But first I want to addess my demands that I
promised earlier.
( The crowd cheers )
LOCO: Evans I can see you over there at the booth.
Looking all nice and
neat. Like a photo op ready to happen. Well Evans...
my demand is
simple. Pico and The Sock... it's now a
"Panty Match".
( A shock runs over the crowd )
LOCO: You heard that right...... PANTY MATCH....
winner is the man who
can pin the man with a pair of pink panties over
his opponents head. Not
so hard right? Well when the ring is filled with
an assortment of panty
colors... and the wrestlers are blindfolded...
it can't get any more
interesting than that, can it?
( The crowd cheers their approval )
LOCO: Now for this Shamu O'Reilly character. A
former EGW TV Champion?
Is that suppose to impress me? You think I'm
going to look at that and
back the fuck up and say... "OH MY GOD... FEAR
SHAMU"... hell no. I
don't know who ya are or where ya come from.
I don't remember you being
in EGW. Did Smith put you up to this? Is this
some kind of payment for
me bringing EGW to it's knee's? Look at me....
( LOCO raises both of hands from his sides... outward. )
LOCO: In one hand I have the power to destroy
any man or federation...
my resume speaks for itself. With the other hand
I have the power to
create from destruction. If ya don't get it...
let me put in in simple
terms. I am the God of you... I am your breathe
and your survival. I am
the blood that runs through your veins. Without
my approval you
suffer... choke.... gag on the depths of my will.
Take my heed.... and
then take the next train outta here.
( The crowd starts screaming "Choo Choo" a classic
line from LOCO's CCW
days )
LOCO: Now moving down the talent ladder... Vile
Vinnie Viper. Vinnie...
ya don't think I was gonna let you slide did
ya? Ya didn't think I was
gonna pretend like EGW never happened, DID YA?
( Crowd Cheers )
LOCO: Well obviously.... I am.
( Crowd is stunned )
LOCO: Ya see *Vinnie*... I'm not impressed. You
just like everyone
else... a jealous mark. You ran with the mob...
you kissed my ass to be
the newest of the breed. But you never fit. You
never belonged. I left
you a long long time ago... both in friendship.....
and status. You
tried to get a piece of the Legend before....
ya remember? The match
where you made me promise.... One time Only....
you know what I'm
talking about. You got your one shot on me...
on a level playing
field.... and....
YOU LOST!
Hellraiser, 1-2-3... simple as that. So
you think you can come in. Use
my finisher and I'm gonna be beggin for a match....
( LOCO laughs )
LOCO: Not to be too rip offish here... so Warrior
forgive me... There
was once a time beating VVV meant something Vinnie....
but not
anymore... everybody already has. Losing to me
started a trend. A trend
you can't break. How's the "Main Event" look
from down there in "Free
for All" land Vinnie?
THE TRUTH HURTS, DON'T IT?
( LOCO takes a second to digest the vibe from
the crowd. Shakes his head
"yes" )
LOCO: Now for Adair...
( Crowd erupts in cheers )
LOCO: Adair... you can take the Cortelyou's, Smith's
and Black's of the
world. Put them all in the same place. They all
have one thing in
common. They thought they were bigger than the
game. They thought they
were the headliners... the shit. Now they're
all out of business. You
see there's only so long a fed can last on jobbers
and "free for all"
talent. Your presented with 4 of the greatest
wrestlers of our
generation.
JJ: 4? Isn't that suppose to be 5?
LOCO: You can make the same mistakes as the rest.
Or you can get in the
game and use the talent here. It's up to you
man. The Lynch Mob will be
around... FOREVER... we've done shown that nobody...
nobody.... can
break this brotherhood apart. You choose to go
the other route... your
as good as dead. Pride can kill a man. Consider
this a lesson
learned.... free of charge... LOCO style.
( Fans raise their hands into the air... screaming )
LOCO: Ladies and Gentleman... direct your attention
to the video
screen...
( LOCO points to the screen... a shot of... Bruce
Bravo... hanging from a
noose from a dumpster is shown. SVS, LOCO, Pico
"TLM" Sauz and Rey Jeran
are beating and lynching the young wrestler.
)
LOCO: This is what you get when you violate L-Mob rules....
( Pico takes a can of spray paint... pink... and
sprays the word "PUBES"
on Bravo's stomach. Jeran stuff's hotdogs in
Bravo's mouth....SVS head
butt's the dogs further down Bravo's throat.
)
LOCO: I'll admit I was wrong... I could'nt change
the boy into a man....
so.... Bravo... Pubes.... YOU ARE FIRED!!!!!
( LOCO takes Bravo and executes the Hellraiser
on him. His lifeless body
lays muddeled in trash and debry. The words "Pubes"
written all over his
body... in pink spray paint. Video screen fades
to black )
LOCO: I want to make my presence here perfectly
clear... I didn't come
here for UWA...
( Fans cheer )
LOCO: I didn't come here for UIWF....
( Fans cheer louder )
LOCO: I CAME HERE FOR... ( LOCO raises his hand
into the air an "L"
forms... the Lynch Mob trademark )
( Fans erupt in cheers. -FIREWORKS EXPLODE-
"I'm the MAN" by Anthrax
begins to play. As LOCO makes his way to the
back )
CE: I ... I don't know ...
JJ: Fans stay tuned.
( Fade to commercials. )
( Commercials air. )
( Cut back from commercials to President Evans
once again standing in the
ring. )
CE: LOCO, Pico, you want a panty match?
Pico Suaz against Randy " The Sock "
( Insane pop at the mention of " The Sock " )
in a panty match? I'll one up
you two. Next week that match is going
to take place, but not only will it
be a panty match, the winner of the match will
face the Middleweight champion
September 3rd.
( The crowd doesn't know what to think, obviously
expecting Evans to come out
and deny LOCO his request. )
CE: But LOCO, just watch your back, 'cause you
never know what's going to
happen next.
( At that Evans tosses the mic to Barry Nelson
and walks back to the
broadcast table. The crowd still doesn't
know what to think. )
RR: Evans is gonna fight the Lynch Mob? BWA HA HA HA!
JJ: Well it sure seems that way ...
( A rustling can be heard as Evans puts his head set back on. )
CE: Fans next week tune in to see the first panty
match in our sports
history.
BS: How can you do this? Your letting this
man corrupt everything wrestling
stands for.
CE: I can't say much other then you'll see it
will all work out for the best.
Well, in our next match, the newcomer, Dark Dragon,
meets a very disgruntled
Jason " Torch " Gore.
RR: Awww....baby want a bottle? Gore’ll
be lucky to get out of here alive.
Either he changes his attitude, and fast, or
Dark Dragon’ll feed Gore his
jugulars.
JJ: Dark Dragon has established himself
as a very...different character.
Mysterious, for certain.
CE: Well, let’s get down to the ring...
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CE: Well, in our next match, the newcomer,
Dark Dragon, meets a very
disgruntled Jason " Torch " Gore.
RR: Awww....baby want a bottle? Gore’ll
be lucky to get out of here alive.
Either he changes his attitude, and fast, or
Dark Dragon’ll feed Gore his
jugulars.
JJ: Dark Dragon has established himself
as a very...different character.
Mysterious, for certain.
CE: Well, let’s get down to the ring...
( View changes to Barry Nelson as NIN’s " Head
Like a Hole " blares over the
public address. )
BN: The following contest is set for one
fall...introducing first, from
Richmond, VA, standing 6’10", weighing 320 lbs...the
Immortal, JASON
" TORCH " GORE!!!
( Mixed pop, with a few more boos than cheers, for Jason Gore. )
JJ: Gore looks a little angry today, I think
more at Dragon’s...what would
be the word, arrogant, obnoxious sidekick, Talon
Zahn.
CE: Yes, arrogant and obnoxious, but not
stupid. He’s a lot smarter than he
looks...but then again, he’d have to be.
BS: Both men in this match are pretty angry
at the world...we know what
Torch is angry about, his losing streak...but
Dragon? He’s pretty sparse
with details, he hasn’t had any losing streak
to get on his nerves. Of
course, today his first real test, and after
this, on UWA Slaughterhouse,
he faces Jack Daniels.
RR: Much as I like Dragon, I’m gonna have
to go with Daniels and the
bitterness of the Sour Mash taking that one.
Daniels is gonna kill the
freak.
( And over the PA, Rex Roads gets another nasty surprise... )
VO: AAAAAAAEEEEEEEERRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
INDEED!!!
( The jumbotron flickers to life as the under-10
set wets its pants, thanks
to an amplified Dark Dragon roar...
Once again, the camera opens to somewhere in the
back of the arena, this time
to what looks to be a UIWF interview set, illuminated
by medium blue lights.
The nightmarish figure of Dark Dragon stands
in the center of the
featureless, emptied set, wearing his usual armor.
He looks downward as the
camera opens, but lifts his head and slowly brushes
his long, black hair
back. He stands calmly and confidently,
more like a joyful executioner than
a confident wrestler. He is smiling, not
an insane smile, but a " How could
you be so stupid " smile. Something damn
funny is going through his mind. )
Dragon: Rex...you...are a true ignoramus.
You flame me and play childish
games when you know I am in the arena, and then
off the set you praise
me...You cannot even snivel correctly!
I have no more words to waste on you.
Jason Gore...you are an irrelevance. A man
who believes his own pathetic
attempts at self-promotion, and holds the excess
of nicknames to prove it. I
only trained for you out of force of habit and
the knowledge that I will face
a greater opponent than you in two days.
I will not harp on you for taking _my_ spike chokeslam
and calling it your
own...the Incinerator, I believe? Just
remember its true name, Jason...Fiery
Doom.
Today...I read you your last rites. End of story.
But I have one more opponent to address...that
would be you, Jack Daniels.
Jack, I know you are a consummate wrestler, I
have seen several greats fall
before you.
Gordon Adair may have signed this match.
But that is of no consequence. You
fight _me_, and if you have no enmity towards
me, you had best develop some
quickly. And later tonight, I just may
make you hate me as much as I now
hate you.
I know that beyond the tough Southern exterior,
the inane accent, the harlot
on your arm, and the obsession with alcohol...you
are a _true_ champion, one
whom I will fight as such. I also know
what the repercussions of a victory
over you would be...and they would be worth any
effort and any blood shed--be
it mine or yours--to attain. Come the twenty-second,
I expect your best, and
will give you mine. Do not overlook me,
Daniels...and do not disappoint me!
Remember, you face the Harbinger of Doom...
And I will not be contained.
( Fade )
RR: (whimpering)...Casey...Jimmy...Bobby...that
bad man isn’t being nice to
me.
CE: Just shut up, you big baby.
Dragon (over the PA): AAAAAAEEEEEEERRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
( Parallel rows of dark blue flames shoot down
the sides of the entrance
ramp...HEEL POP!!!! )
( Rex Roads nearly jumps out of his seat, knocking over his microphone. )
( The opening bass of " The Birth of a God " heralds
the Harbinger of Doom’s
arrival. )
BN: And his opponent, accompanied to the
ring by Talon Zahn, he comes from
Parts Unknown, he stands tall at six feet, nine
and one-quarter inches tall,
he tips the scales at a massive 338 pounds...he
calls himself the Harbinger
of Doom. He is DARK DRAGON!!!
( Clad in a suit of full armor, Dragon walks out
slowly with an air of
authority. Talon walks ten feet behind
and desperately tries to steal the
attention. Dragon stops halfway down the
aisle stares at Gore and the ring
without expression...then a slight smile and
evil, humorless laugh. He draws
his thumb across his throat in a quick, fluid
motion. And another pair of
fire apparati illuminate the arena with a magnificent
blaze. )
( Meanwhile, Talon finds a camera while Dragon
just walks to the ring slowly,
assuredly. )
TZ: (laughing and singing) Come on baby, _light my fire_. Ha ha ha!!!
( Talon is about to say something else, until
Dragon gives Talon the look of
doom out of the corner of his eye, an obvious
cue for Talon to take a seat. )
( Dragon, meanwhile, stops about twelve feet from
the ring, lowers his right
hand. )
FWOOOOSH!!!
( He whips his right hand up and a massive fireball
flies overhead, blinding
the camera and spiking the temperature a good
ten degrees for a second or
two. As Dragon swings one leg, then the
other, over the top rope, Talon
takes an empty seat from ringside and sets it
in the middle of the aisleway.
The woman sitting next to the empty seat says
something about "That's my
son's seat!!! You sonofabitch!!!" but Talon
either doesn't notice or doesn't
care. He just sits back in the aisle, obviously
enjoying himself. )
CE: Dragon...a little more subdued than
last week...despite the reaction of
our gutless friend, here.
BS: Dragon’s an evil man, all right...he
takes his armor off slowly as the
ref keeps Gore back...
( To everyone’s surprise, Dragon just throws off
the breastplate and Mafia
kicks Gore in the face...right _over_ referee
John Carawell’s head! )
JJ: HEL--LO!!! Good thing Carawell’s
only six feet tall, Dragon’s boot just
missed a concussive blow on Carawell’s skull
by three inches!
RR: That kick knocked Gore back into the
corner, Gore’s charging out
now...Dragon turns Gore’s momentum into a powerslam!
And covers quickly...
One...
CE: And only one, as Dragon went from calm
to POed in the span of fifteen
seconds.
BS: Gore charges, but stops as Dragon quickly
drops into a martial arts
stance...Gore’s toast if he wants to trade martial
arts with the Dragon.
JJ: Gore backing off, trying to rethink his gameplan.
( Meanwhile, Talon is off his chair, making some
kind of derogatory comment
about Gore’s girlfriend. )
CE: Gore breaks his focus to take a wild
swing at Talon Zahn, who’s about
eight feet away! Talk about psychological
manipulation! Dragon sees
this...Gore’s turning around and Dragon’s waiting
for him...
( Dragon leaps and just plasters Gore in the side
of the skull with a running
forearm shot! )
BS: Gore tumbles over the ropes to the outside!
Dragon’s just waiting for
him to come back in and Gore’s jawing with Talon
Zahn...not very good
strategy on Gore’s part. Talon flashing
a black leather glove on the right
hand, clenching his fist once or twice.
( Gore keeps Dragon in the corner of his eye,
enough for Dragon not to try
anything high-risk. )
JJ: Gore’s watching for a plancha, but Dragon’s
on the outside now,
too...Gore backing Talon towards the guardrail...Dragon
catches up to them
both. Gore’s getting suckered in, that’s
all I can say for sure...
( Gore turns around...Dragon picks him up and
slams him neck first on the
railing! Heel pop! Dragon complacently
walks back in the ring as a dazed
Gore follows. )
RR: Dragon and Gore back in the ring...Gore,
blinded with anger, takes
Dragon down with both legs and starts pounding
away furiously!
( Undetermined pop for Gore. )
CE: Gore picks up Dragon...whips him into
the ropes...Dragon runs off and
takes a back body drop! And a slam!
Gore’s going for a cover...
One...
And hardly that.
JJ: Dragon was out of that one easily...Gore
pounding away again, setting
him up for a suplex, hooks the facelock, and
the arm...no...Dragon picks him
up! Northern lights suplex...only halfway
up, and down into a spinebuster!
But no cover...
BS: Don’t know how smart that was...Gore
might have lost twice, but both
times were relative flukes when he got caught
off guard...Dragon with a
closed fist to the gut and a double axehandle
to the back. Carawell’s
trying to get in Dragon’s face about closed fists...
( Dragon puts Gore down and jabs a finger into Carawell’s chest. )
CE: Dragon’s pushing his luck here...he
won’t have room to do that when he’s
facing Daniels. Gore gets up and rakes
Dragon in the eyes.
JJ: Gore is good, but he’s no Daniels, for
certain. Gore with a
clothesline, Dragon gets up...and Gore with a
running bulldog!
One...
And a half only.
( Mixed pop as Gore gets another near fall. )
BS: Dragon shaking off that bulldog...gets
up, Gore’s climbing the
ropes...measuring...Dragon looks up...
( Gore jumps off with an axehandle and... )
RR: Dragon dives in with a fist to the gut!
And Gore’s heaving like he’s
about to lose his lunch.
( Heel pop for the counter! )
CE: Dragon’s not messing around anymore,
applies a standing
headscissors...lifts him up over the shoulder
for a powerbomb...he’s not
stopping there! And __WAY__ up overhead!
He calls this the Summoner...
__CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB___!!!!
( Pop to the moon as Gore bounces twice on the back of the neck! )
One...
Two...
Three! No! Shoulder up!
JJ: Gore’s neck is in a bad way from that...Dragon
picks him up and whips
him face first into the corner...charges in with
a bell clap avalanche!
( Dragon grabs the slumping Gore by the arm, swings
Gore against the
corner. )
SMASH!! SMASH!! SMASH!!
BS: Dragon with three elbowsmashes to the
back of Gore’s neck! He’s playing
with Gore now.
RR: Gore’s eyes are fully glazed over...Right
now, Gore’s about as limp as
Supersonic’s pe*BLEEP*...
( The other announcers just give Rex the evil stare. )
CE: Dragon looks like he’s tired of this
match already. He didn’t just say
he was gonna beat Gore...he said he’d read Gore
his last rites...
( Dragon lifts up Gore in the middle of the ring,
chickenwings the left arm
back... )
JJ: And Dragon just balls his right fist
and opens fire! One! Two! Three!
Four! Five! Five heart punches and
Gore’s in la-la-land! And now...he
hooks the head and arm...
( HUGE heel pop, as the know what Dragon’s doing now! )
____FIERY DOOM___ (Spike chokeslam)!!!
One.
Two.
Three!!!
( " The Birth of a God " announces Dragon’s victory. )
BN: And the winner of the match...DARK DRAGON!!!
JJ: Dragon presses Gore full overhead...and
throws him down to the concrete
like a lawn dart!
( Talon Zahn gets roused from his daydream by
a falling Gore, and stares at
him like a kid on Christmas morning. )
CE: SECURITY!!! Get the hell out here! Somebody!
( Talon crotches Gore on the railing, then nails
him with that right glove
flush in the jaw! )
JJ: What’s in the glove?!?
( Talon puts Gore on one side of the railing and
delivers a reverse
neckbreaker...over the railing! Dragon
steps down from the ring and watches
emotionlessly. )
BS: Talon’s not just a sidekick or manager,
he’s a wrestler himself! Talon
DDT’s Gore on the floor! And he’s demanding
a microphone!
( Talon grabs Barry Nelson’s mike. )
TZ: So Jay, whaddya haveta say about the match?
( Drops the mike on Gore’s face. )
JG: Uhh...errr...uhh...
TZ: Articulate, ain’t he! Let’s give
‘im a round of applause! Now he don’t
look too "Immortal" right now, hell, he looks
downright dead...he’s got ‘bout
as much life in ‘im as his b**BLEEP**’s got sex
drive in ‘er. And this
" Torch " looks downright extinguished!
Hey, I’ve got a question for ya,
say, now that Dragon’s ripped ya a new *BLEEP*-hole,
are ya gonna put it ta
good use! Yer the kind that’d make use
of that.
( Talon starts to leave, but turns back suddenly. )
TZ: Just got one last question for ya, buddy...WHO’S THE MAN NOW!!!
( Talon slams the mike flat on Gore’s face and walks out. )
JJ: This...is...outrageous! Dragon
fought a good match, even if he did toss
Gore outside afterwards...but Talon Zahn!
I’d like to see what he’d do if he
faced a fresh man!
CE: I’ll deal with this on my own, later
on. Talon Zahn can expect a good
fine coming his way for this.
( Rex Roads has practically fallen off his chair, crying and laughing. )
RR: *sniff* *sniff*...I always cry at happy
endings...*sniff* *snifffffffff*
HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!! That was classic!
That was great! You da man, Talon!
( Fade to commercials. )
( Commercials air. )
( Cut back to the broadcast booth. )
CE: Fans welcome back. Do what you have
to do now because this match
is going to start in under 5 minutes and we aren't
gonna stop until it's
over!
RR: Daniels is going to kill Wallace!
BS: I don't think it's that simple. Wallace
is a man down on his luck, he's
desperate. He's a changed man ... expect
to see Wallace start this match
with a bang.
JJ: If Jack Daniels can weather the storm for
the first 10 minutes he should
have no problems with Wallace. It Wallace
gets to much of an advantage
Daniels could be in trouble.
RR: What do you two know anyways.
Both: ( BS and JJ ) Alot more then you!
CE: Well Barry Nelson is about set to introduce
these two fine atheletes so
lets send it down to him.
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(Sirius by Alan Parsons Project Begins to Play as the arena goes black)
BN: Ladies And Gentlemen, Now Making his way to
the Ring. He
is 6'1 weighing 239lbs, From Athens Georgia,
Former UWA World Champion,
Former UWA Cruserweight Champion, The one, The
Only KEN
"WRRRRRRESTLINGMAN" WAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLAAAACE
(3 Explosions go off in the Back round then you
see a figure in the
entrance way. He takes a couple steps foward
and stops. Then the figure
steps to infront of the entrance way. Then there
is 1 more Explosion and
the Lights come back on And you Ken "Wrestlingman"
Wallace standing
infront of the Isle. He is wearing a pair of
black jeans and black
boots. He has on a black shirt with a slash through
it. You look at his
head and he now has a Flat top hair cut. You
also notice he has started
to grow a full Beard. He looks across the crowd,
then walks down to the
ring to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos cause
people do not know
what to think. He gets into the ring and waits
for Daniels)
RR: Hahah look at Ken Kidman.
JJ: You mean Wallace.
( The lights in the arena dim down. Suddenly bells
are heard as they
signal "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica.
The top of the ramp
begins to fill with clouds of smoke. Electra
and Jack Daniels emerge
from the cloud of smoke. Suddenly, fireworks
produce a loud bang at the
top of the ramp. Daniels is wearing both belts,
one on top of the other.
Daniels has a mic in his hand. Daniels
and Electra step into the ring.
Electra gives Daniels a kiss, as he clutches
onto the ropes to prevent
him from falling. He hands the mic to Electra.
)
Electra: Now I all know you don't want to hear
this idiot, so I'm gonna
give you all the pleasure in introducing the
greatest wrestler.
>From Lynchburg Tennessee, weighing in at 295
of the hardest pounds that
I've ever felt, representing the LN, he is the
UWA International
Champion.
( As Electra says this, Daniels takes off the
UWA title and holds it in
the air and displays it to the crowd. )
_and he is the UIWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION_
( Daniels then takes off the UIWF Heavyweight
title and displays that to
the crowd. )
JAAAAAAACCK DAAAAANNNIIELSSSSS.
( As Daniels turns his back to get some final
words of advice from Electra
Wallace charges, jumping in towards Daniel with
a Flying Knee to the back. )
DING DING DING
CE: This one is under way as Wallace has the upperhand.
*THWACK*
JJ: Good lord Wallace just nailed Daniels with
a closed fist to the jaw
and that floored Daniels.
( Referee Jack Hamp grabs Wallace and warns him
about the closed fists.
Wallace just pushes him away. )
BS: Here's an irish whip to the ropes, Wallace
bounces off the opposites for
momentum.
( As the two come close to collision Wallace leaps
just to the side of
Daniels holding his right arm out to connect
with Daniels' neck area. )
CE: Nice Lariat!
RR: His attitude and aggressiveness are a WHOLE
lot better then before but
that down change the fact that Daniels is going
to win. Like you two said,
weather the storm, right?
( Wallace picks Daniels up and deliver two fore
arms shots to him. Daniels
swings wildly with a right handed haymaker which
Wallace nimbly ducks.
Daniels turns around to face Wallace only to
be met with two boots to the
face courtesy of a Wallace drop kick. )
BS: Picture perfect dropkick, just like how we used to do them!
( Wallace stays on the attack and quickly picks
Daniels up. He tosses
Daniels to the corner and runs in and meets him
with an elbow smash.
A thrust kick to the stomach doubles over Daniels
and a double axe handle
floors him. )
JJ: Wallace is just repeatedly stomping Daniels
with those kicks to the
chest.
( A defenseless Daniels sits on his keister waiting
for referee Jack Hamp
to pull Wallace off him and Hamp does warning
Wallace to stay off a man
who is in the ropes. Again Wallace just
brushes him off and goes to work. )
RR: Hey ref stop him, he's cheating!
( Wallace picks Daniels up and throws him to the
ropes. Wallaces moves up
a little and readies himself. He sticks
out a knee at the last second,
striking Daniels in the gut, stopping the champ
dead in his tracks. Wallace
forces Daniels into a standing head scissors.
He grabs both arms
underhooking them. )
BS: THE COMEPLETE FINI ... NO! BACKBODY DROP BY DANIELS!
( Heel Pop )
( Daniels staggers around, still dazed. Wallace quickly gets up, enraged. )
JJ: Hard left .. CAUGHT BY DANIELS.
CE: Daniels with an arm drag take down into an arm twist.
( Wallace lets out a yelp of pain as Daniels continues
to wring his arm.
Wallace gets up to one knee and Daniels switches
the hold to a hammerlock.
Wallace trises to spin out of it by Daniels holds
tight. Wallace tries an
elbow but Daniels ducks and in the same motion
lets go of the arm and
applies a reverse front face lock. )
RR: INVERTED DDT!
( Heel Pop. )
BS: Daniels is firmly in control of this one now.
It looks like he
weathered the storm just as we prediceted.
( Daniels grips up Wallace and places him over
his shoulder. He backs up
into the ropes for momentum bounces off and charges
forward. He flings
Wallace over his shoulder straight down toward
the mat while holding on and
jumping with him. )
JJ: Excellent running powerslam! Daniels covers ...
Ref:
1...
2...
CE: And Wallace kicks out. I thought Daniels had him with that one.
( Daniels argues with Jack Hamp to count faster
before rising. He picks
Wallace up and steps in front of him. He
throws Wallace over his shoulder
with a snap mare take down. Daniels follows
it up with an elbow drop. )
BS: Daniels has got him up, front face lock, drapes
the arm over top, and
a good old fashioned suplex.
( Wallace hits the mat and immediately arches
his back in pain. Daniels,
with almost cat like quickness, scurries over
for a cover. )
RR: COVER!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
JJ: And Wallace just barely kicks out.
( Daniels again stops to argue with the ref.
This claiming he had the
three. Hamp hold up 2 fingers to indicate
he only had 2. Daniels drags
Wallace up by the hair as he gets up from the
mat. )
RR: Look at thise double axe handles by Jack! Those gotta hurt!
( Daniels clubs Wallace twice more then applies
a standing head scissors.
He stops to like around at the crowd with a cocky
look on his face. Then
Daniels hooks his arms together underneath Wallace's
torso. Daniels bends
his knees then lifts upwards, thrusting Wallace
high in to the air. As
Wallace goes up over Daniels' head Daniels pulls
down with his massive
biceps and begins Wallace decent to the ground.
)
CE: POW ... HURICANRANA BY WALLACE!
( Wallace reverses the momentum onto Daniels and
brings him over on to the
ground. Wallace leans back, grabs Daniels
legs then leans forward. )
BS: And holds the legs for a cradle!
Ref:
1...
2...
RR: NO!
JJ: THREE! No! Only TWO, only two!
( The two wrestlers both alertly roll away.
Jack to the left side of the
ring and Ken to the right. The two pop
up almost in unison and are
staring each other in the face. They begin
to circle, like shoot fighters
looking for an opening, the two get closer, and
closer. Finally Wallace
sees what he's looking for and lunges in for
a single leg take down. )
CE: Single leg take down ... follows it up with a head butt to the abdomen!
( Daniels clutches his lower groin area as Wallace
gets up. Wallace hauls
Daniels to his feet. He applies a front
face lock and quicly drapes Daniels
arm over his neck. He bends down then thrusts
upwards sending Daniels over
him with a snap suplex. Wallace quickly
gets up and heads outside to the
ring apron, and then the turnbuckle. He
climbs up quickly waiting for
Daniels to rise. )
BS: MISSILE DROP KICK BY WALLACE!
( Wallace connects with Daniels almost flush on
the jaw as Daniels on gets
a single forearm up to sort of fend off the blow.
The impact sends Daniels
flying across the ring. )
RR: Jack needs to get going ...
JJ: Wallace quickly over to Daniels, he picks
him up, turns him around.
WHAT A NECK BREAKER! And we have a cover!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
CE: THREE! THREE! NO ... only two. Wallace only got two.
( The crowd lets out an exasperated ooohhh. )
BS: Wallace is stunned, he can't believe it!
( Wallace gets up to his knees and just sits there
with an " Oh my God ... "
look on his face. He slowly gets back up
and walks over to a Daniels who
is very groggy and yet to even get to his knees.
Wallace hauls him up and
chucks him to the ropes once again. Wallace
moves to the center of the ring
and lowers his head. )
RR: ( with no enthusiam ) Backbody dr ... COUNTER!
( Daniels kicks wallace in the face. He
then runs up and nails him with a
swining neck breaker. )
JJ: COVER!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
CE: NO ... Wallace kicks out.
BS: Will this match end?
( Daniels is frustrated, and it shows. Wallace
is on the mat clutching his
neck in pain. Daniels picks him up by the
t-shirt. He scoops him up and
places him on his shoulder. Daniels stops
for a second, then lowers the boom
as he drops Wallace shoulder first onto his knee
then onto the mat. )
RR: SHOULDERBREAKER!
( Huge crowd pop for Daniels "other " move )
JJ: And here's another cover!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
CE: NO ... Wallace kicks out, AGAIN!
RR: Finish him Jack, finish him!
( Daniels, extremely frustrated picks Wallace
up again. This time he throws
him to the ropes. )
JJ: Running Lariat .. NO! Wallace ducks!
( Wallace stops, place his arms around Daniels' torso and pulls up. )
BS: GUTWRENCH BACKBREAKER! Where did Wallace find the strength?
( Wallace drops Daniels' to the mat and falls
to the mat as well still
feeling the effects of Daniels' assault and having
used all his energy on
that one move. Meanwhile Daniels place
his forearm on his back and grimaces
in pain. )
CE: Wallace is the first to stir.
( Wallace grabs on to the middle rope and pulls
himself up. Meanwhile
Daniels is only up to one knee. Wallace
sees this and quickly runs over
to Daniels. He grabs him and hauls him
up. He applies a front face lock. )
JJ: Wallace says it's over.
RR: DDT! NO!
BS: But no cover!
( Wallace pops back up and again pulls Daniels
to his fee. Wallace gets in
behind Daniels and applies a waist lock.
He pulls ub then back and falls
backwards to the mat bringing Daniels with him.
)
CE: GERMAN SUPLEX!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
RR: KICKOUT! YES!
( Wallace can't believe it. He is in a state
of utter shock. He just
sits there for seconds as Daniels lies on the
mat, looking half dead.
Wallace sense he is close and gets up.
He picks up Daniels again, this
time throwing him to the ropes. Wallace
leap frogs Daniels. Then on
the rebound Wallace hits the desk as Daniels
jump over. Wallace leaps up
as Daniels nears he side steps and throws out
an arm. He slips in behind
Daniels and places the other arm underneath his
chain. )
CE: SLEEPER! WALLACE HAS GOT A SLEEPER LOCKED IN AND THIS COUL BE IT!
BS: Daniels is fighting it. He's moving
around. He's not standing still
long enough.
( Wallace holds on, trying to end the match hear.
Referee Jack Hamp circles
waiting for Daniels to stop flailing. Finally
Daniels stops. As hamp goes
to check the arm in one last burst of energy
Daniels runs backwards, knocking
Wallace into Hamp and Hamp in to the corner.
The duo sandwich Hamp. Wallace
lets go and Daniels staggers forward. Hamp
slumps to the ground. )
JJ: Jack Hamp is down!
( Wallace charges but Daniels ducks. Wallce
turns around only to be met by
a ferocious clothesline from Daniels. At
this point the crowd begins to buzz
the camera flashes to the entrance way to show
LOCO running to the ring.
Daniels does not see him and Wrestlingman is
to out of it to notice either.
Daniels picks up Wallace and quickly applies
the Sour Mash. He realizes hamp
is out of it and tried to wake him. As
Daniels walks back over to
Wrestlingman LOCO hits the ring. )
RR: LOCO!
( LOCO taps Daniels on the shoulder. Daniels
turns around only to be met
with a kick in the gut. Without hesitation
LOCO sets him up for the
Hellraiser. )
CE: HELLRAISER!!!**Guillotine DDT, Rocker Dropper**
( LOCO leaves the ring. Wallace crawls over
to Daniels and covers him. Hamp
stirs, not knowing what happened. He rolls
over and meekly counts. LOCO
watches from the exit ramp and laughs.)
BS: It can't end like this!
Ref:
1...
2...
2.5...
CE: THREE! THREE! NEW CHAMPION!
**SMACK**
BS: What was that?
( Camera switches to show LOCO lying on the floor
and Evil Alex Roberts
standing over him with a chair. )
BN: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and NEW
UIWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF
THE WORLD, KKKEEENNN WALLLLLLLACCCEEE!
( As Evil Alex Roberts hits LOCO for the second
time Pico " TLM " Suaz comes
running out. He nails EAR from behind and
the two begin to brawl. )
CE: It's chaos.
RR: It's mayhem!
JJ: Is Wallace L-mob?
( As Wallace slips out of the ring Daniels awakes
to only to realize what has
happened. Enraged he stalks after Wallace,
meeting up with him just metres
away from where Pico and Roberts are fighting.
Daniels crashes into Wallace
with a double axe handle. Wallace nails
Daniels with the belt. )
RR: HERE COMES BIG BONG AND THE FIVE-0!
( Bong begins to brawl with LOCO as he is back
up and the Five - 0 help
Daniels beat one Wallace. )
CE: This is out of control ... security can't even stop this.
( A giant of a man comes lumbering from the back
and a smaller man is trying
to stop him. It's Dark Dragon and Talon
Zahn. )
JJ: Dragon just decked Daniels, and he turns around
and nails Pico. Everyone
is fighting everyone!
( Three men in the first row get up, and hop of
the guard rail. The walk
over to the fight and begin to stomp on the Five
- 0. )
BS: Is that who I think ...
CE: It's COLD JUSTICE! Bill and Rick " The
Rocket " Hrenchuk along with
Blistering Bobby Booyah are beating down the
Five - 0!
**SMACK**
RR: LOCO just floored Bong with chair, and EAR just took a chair shot!
( Pico and LOCO start to move to the move to the
back but Jack Daniels
chases them. This causes a chain reaction
with everyone brawling everyone
up the ramp. )
CE: FANS WE'RE OUTTA TIME! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK!
( Fade )