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Post by Carl on Jan 25, 2007 14:30:48 GMT
[blue]Global Heavyweight Championship[/blue]J-Man(c) vs. Shawn Greene [red]World Heavyweight Championship - Fatal Fourway Elimination[/red]"Big Daddy" Josh Violence(c) vs. Lance Leonard vs. Paul Hill vs. "The Lion" Thomas Richards [blue]Onslaught[/blue] vs. [red]Unleashed[/red]JD Wheeler vs. "One Man Army" Nathan Versus [red]Team Unleashed[/red] vs. [blue]Team Onslaught[/blue]Vincent Reinhardt, Donny Ramon & Joshua James vs. "Smooth Operator" Marcus Knight, "Captain Charisma" Adam Matthews & The Wh_ [blue]World Tag Team Championship - Ladder Match[/blue]Khaos(c) vs. The Lords of Flatbush [red]National Championship[/red]Cowards(c) vs. "Heartland Hero" Al Woodbridge vs. Griffin Young [blue]North American Championship[/blue]"The Enigma" Chris 6yxx(c) vs. Full Metal Jack [red]Middleweight Championship[/red]"Hot Fudge" Doug Soto vs. DC Blood [blue]No DQ[/blue]Jimmie Bones vs. "Mad Dog" Sullivan [blue]Women's Championship[/blue]"Princess" Sophia Simpson(c) vs. Rayne [red]Parking Lot Brawl[/red]Joker vs. Bulldog [blue]Grudge Match[/blue]"The Neutron Star" Jerome Novaho vs. Matt Downing
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:48:50 GMT
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED:
A camera fades in from black, and the scene opens up on a wide-screen shot of a vast field containing several different sections of cemetery plots. Its location is so indefinite that one can only begin to describe the area as sitting in the proverbial middle of nowhere.
A light, steady drizzle pours down upon the withered grass from the darkened clouds above as the cameraman slowly pans his piece of machinery the breadth of the barren necropolis; an occasional watermark obstructing the general view of the land, which ultimately complements the mood encompassing the view. After a few moments of this, however, a quick cut brings the attention of the viewers to a wooded area that outlines the deserted countryside . . .
Once the picture is stationary, from a grounded point-of-view, the audience inside the Georgia Dome is treated to a shot of three headstones lined-up in a horizontal row along the freshly soiled dirt. Chiseled on the front of either tablet are the names, in alphabetical order, that correspond with each one of the three challengers scheduled to compete in the Fatal 4 Way match for the CCW World Heavyweight Championship. Sitting in front of each one is an object that identifies with each particular person; a “Real Men Cry . . .” T-shirt for Lance Leonard, a bottle of Rogaine for Paul Hill, and a cricket bat for Thomas Richards.
Behind those grave markers are two evenly spaced cinderblocks, both of which are supporting a standard redwood casket that sits atop their base and becomes visible as the camera begins to pan upward. Also coming into view, as this happens, amidst a slight uproar, is the dangling left leg of one Heather St. Clair; the Unleashed brands resident “Hardcore Harlot”. She is seated along the closed lid of the coffin, right leg crossed over the other, smirking malevolently into the buzzing glass lens in front of her; glasses propped up as to protect her eyes from the rain, which has already slightly dampened her unnecessarily skimpy attire in the process. As the camera pans out to compliment the size of the screen, she reaches into the front left breast pocket of her jacket to take possession of a single cigarette, and a lighter, before placing it in the right corner of her mouth. She then flicks the ball of the lighter, waits for the sparks to form a flame, and then uses it to light the opened end of the smoking device, and take a quick drag, before clearing her throat to speak:
St. Clair: “Life is a truly precious idea . . .
On one hand, it is believed to be the greatest gift one could ever hope for. On the other, it is seen as nothing more than a privilege; one continuous responsibility that is destined to fail from the beginning. A tad ironic, really, considering how hard one is to start, and easy to finish . . . but, nevertheless, the very proposal is an elite perk to behold.”
St. Clair pauses to take another drag, and thoroughly exhale toward the sky, before tapping her index finger along the filter to flick away the buildup of ash. She then takes another drag, slowly uncrosses her legs, and then places the left over the right before exhaling the second time; using the position of her lips to transition directly into the next sentence:
St. Clair: “Such a perk is not as exclusive as other such benefits, however. It is more inclusive than anything else the human mind can even begin to fathom. It is the one experience that we, as an entire race, are able to share; the one thing that, when it all boils down to it, is completely identifiable amongst each and every person no matter what. So, keeping this in mind, it should come as no shock that the very notion of existence is to thrive toward the obtainment of life’s other, more materialistic perks, as well.
To want is to aspire, and to aspire is to dream; and dreams represent those achievements that one wants to accomplish the most before their life comes to a screeching halt. Dreams are so desirable that the people who wish for them would give up any and everything possible just to call them an actual achievement. Unfortunately for most, things don’t always work out for the best; as is especially the case for three very unlucky souls come Sunday, February the twenty fifth . . .”
It is at this very moment in time that St. Clair pauses to take yet another, more emphatic drag from the slowly burning square before flicking it to the ground, and off-screen. She then shifts her weight toward the right, and lies against the wood by the point of the elbow; using it to support her head and neck as she looks to something unrecognizable toward her left.
Moments later, “Big Daddy” Josh Violence walks on-screen from the right side with a shovel in the balled up fist of his right hand. He is dressed in his ring-attire, with the CCW World Heavyweight Championship title belt wrapped firmly around his waist; his demeanor represented ideally with a scowl as he eventually comes to a stop in front of the coffin, but behind the headstones. He pats the faceplate of the big gold belt with is free left hand, and then allows his body to slump back comfortably against the edge of the strongbox as St. Clair proceeds to trace her left index finger through the hair along the back of his head. Violence then hocks a luhgie toward the ground, licks his lips, and picks up where his beau had intentionally left off; all the while keeping his eyes aimed toward his feet:
Violence: “The problem with dreams are just that; they’re dreams. Aspirations which aren’t entirely feasible, or conceivable, once put into a particular set of circumstances, no matter how much effort is involved. Aspirations which one has no real control over, and aren’t even certain will ever come to fruition provided they have the ability to even begin to strive toward them, in the first place. And when a person fails to realize their dreams, it can have an everlasting effect on whatever amount of time left they have to experience their life. In essence; the will that they have to achieve gradually deteriorates, until they are left a twisted, lifeless individual, who stumbles about the rest of their natural existence with nothing to guide them any further . . .”
Violence then stabs the sharpened end of the shovel into the ground behind the middle headstone, and the soil is so wet and compact that it holds the tool up completely vertically; almost making it seem as though it is to represent a particular symbol. He then turns his back toward the camera to face St. Clair, and takes her into his arms as she once again pushes into a sitting stance against the lid; gently placing her feet first along the ground, and then stepping forward to resume his statement as she begins fumbling with the lock along the outside of the coffin. He looks straight into the camera as he speaks, this time, and each word is spoken with more emotion than the one that preceded it:
Violence: “I’m one of the very few to have actually realized my biggest dreams, and the feeling is indescribable. Not only am I involved with a gorgeous female, and not only am I the most dominant wrestler in CCW . . . but I’m the World Heavyweight Champion, to boot. I represent this company as the ideal performer; the man that every other wrestler in the back should strive to be . . .”
Violence pauses as St. Clair struts around the first headstone, bends over to taunt the camera, and takes possession of the Lance Leonard T-shirt. She then does this same thing with the bottle of Rogaine, and the cricket bat, before rounding the third headstone in order to walk back toward the now opened casket. The viewers can see her placing each item inside along the upholstery as Violence continues . . .
Violence: “I have demolished, and steamrolled over every competitor placed before me in a manner that will more than likely never be equaled. I am the master of the mind game . . . an opportunistic leviathan . . . and most importantly, I am afraid of nothing. I regret none of the decisions I have made throughout my years on this planet, no matter what the cost, as they have all led up to this very moment that I am currently experiencing. As far as my opponents are concerned, however; they have yet to feel real pain. They have yet to suffer in a any significant manner, and that all stops at Night Of The Immortals II.
I will not relinquish this Championship by any means other than death; and that is a promise. It matters not what you bring at me, for I will overcome its effect . . . it matters not what you do to me, for I will fight through the pain like I have never done before . . . and it matters not what you hope to accomplish, for any and all efforts extended have already been rendered useless.”
St. Clair pulls a can of lighter fluid into view from inside the casket, unscrews the lid, and begins pouring the liquid throughout the width of the box; all the while making sure to cover each of the objects, before dumping the container in as well, and walking around to the other side until she is no longer visible . . .
Violence: “So it has been written, and so it shall come to pass, that the dreams of my adversaries will lie, broken, beneath the grass . . .
In victory, I retain my life’s work. I achieve immortality, and go down in history as one of the greatest to ever step foot inside a ring of any kind. In defeat, my challengers are reduced to nothing more than a mere statistic. Their will broken, their dreams shattered . . . and their souls taken into my possession.
I will own them for the rest of eternity; for in the end, they are all just another number in the Body Count. I will slay the monster . . . I will pull the plug on one man’s already dying career . . . and with God as my witness, I WILL put the Lion down for good. And there is nothing that anyone can do to stop me.
Come Sunday, February the twenty fifth . . . I can’t be held accountable for my actions. You’ve all been forewarned; and failure to heed said warning is not only foolish, but a certifiable death wish . . .”
St. Clair struts back out from behind the camera, stops at Violence’s left side, and places the end of a joint in-between his lips before producing a Zippo lighter. Violence takes possession of the lighter, sparks the flame, uses it to light the opened end of the joint, inhales deeply, and then tosses the lighter into the casket; both he and St. Clair watching on from a safe distance as the casket erupts into a torrent of flames.
WHOOSH
Violence then places his right index finger and thumb against St. Clair’s chin, guides her head back as so she can look into his eyes, and exhales the smoke passionately into her mouth with a shotgun; using the synchronized shadows that bounce along their bodies with the movement of the flames as the perfect transition into the end of the segment.
The feed is ultimately cut, and the screen:
Fades 2 Black . . .
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:51:14 GMT
The pyro explodes inside the Georgia Dome, as the crowd erupts into cheers. The camera pans across the thousands in attendance, bouncing up and down and waving signs of support in anticipation of what lies ahead…Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Atlanta! Welcome to the Georgia Dome! And welcome to Night Of The Immortals II! The camera zooms in on various members of the crowd, as fireworks are set off around the dome…
Eventually the camera cuts to the announce duo of Jim Ross and Paul Heyman…Ross: It simply does not, cannot get any bigger than this! Seventy-five thousand plus fans are jam-packed inside the Georgia Dome this evening and millions more are watching on television from around the globe in anticipation of what promises to be the greatest night in sports entertainment history! Seven championships will be decided tonight, scores will be settled, blood will be shed, and history will be made! And without much further ado! CCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - LADDER MATCH Buffer: The following contest is the Ladder Match and is for the World Tag Team titles. In a few moments, the World Tag belts will be hung above the ring. Then, the first team to climb a ladder to retrieve the belts will be the winners and World Tag Team Champions! Malenko: This match is sure to be one for the ages. Khaos and the Lord brothers have such a stories past and I really think it's going to be down to the wire tonight. Mathews: The buildup to started back at Resurrection when Khaos faced then-champions Team Punishment. David and Danny came down and interferred, costing Shane and Cougar the titles. Malenko: Josh, what you call interference, I see as taking advantage of an opportunity! Mathews: Then what do you call it when weeks later the Lords brutally attacked Shane and Cougar backstage immediately before their rematch? Malenko: I call it smart. They've taken Team Punishment out of the equation completely and speaking of intelligent acts, they made quite an impression this past Friday on Onslaught when they finally cashed in their Anytime Contract. I'd forgotten all about it! Mathews: They won it back in Osaka against the very men they're facing tonight, so it seems things have come full circle for both teams. One has to wonder if David and Danny will be walking out of Atlanta as the new World Tag Team Champions! "Your world was made for you by someone above, but you choose evil ways instead of love." The animosity of the crowd is instant and great as two of the perhaps most hated men in CCW stroll leisurely down the ramp. People shout obscenities towards them, but David and Danny deflect the comments as though covered in teflon, immune to the four lettered words utter in their direction.Buffer: Making their way to the ring, from Flatbush, NY, please welcome David and Danny Lord, THE LORDS OF FLATBUSH! David climbs the steel steps as Danny grabs the ropes and pulls himself up onto the mat while swinging around to look into the camera dead on. He narrows his eyes while turning his head to dwell on the crowd of peons. Sliding between the ropes, both of the Lords enter the ring and gaze up at the hanging titles. David motions to Danny with an arm over arm gesture and then spreads his hands across his waist, signifying that the titles are theirs for the taking.Mathews: Some cocky behavior from David, but the match has yet to begin. Malenko: I think you'll find David Lord has the bite to back up his bark. Danny smiles in agreement, but their grins diminish when a familiar guitar riff echoes throughout the George Dome. The fans quickly shift gears and let loose with cheers of great adulation for one their favorite teams while taking great pride in singing along to the lyrics."RE! SPECT! WALK! What do you say? RE! SPECT! WALK! Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?!?" No real introduction is needed, as the fans obviously know the two figures making their presence known at the top of the stage, but Bruce Buffer goes through the motions regardless.Buffer: Making their way to the ring, from Chicago, IL, they are the current World Tag Team Champions, please welcome Ryan Kage and Kris Kain, KHAOS! Both men look down to the ring and its occupants and then at each other. They smile and start a quick run down the ramp, sliding into the ring as both Lords make no hesitation about emptying out. Ryan and Kris mount opposite turnbuckles as they soak up the love of the cheering crowd. Hopping down, they retreat back to their corner, not out of fear but with confidence that they'll be leaving this match with their championships intacted and retained. The referee looks on as David and Danny re-enter the ring and then motions for the bell.DING, DING, DINGKris and Danny circle around each other, wary of each other’s advance. Danny makes some smart comments, hoping to goad Kris into making a mistake by opening himself up for attack, but Ryan is quick to shout over to his partner not to fall for it so easily. Growing impatient, Danny shoots forward thinking he might catch Kris by surprise and throw him off balance. Kris is ready, though and shifts to the side, grabbing Danny by the head and tossing him backward. Danny lands hard and Kris sends some boots to the head of his opponent. He pulls Danny up into a sitting position and then leans his knee into Danny’s back while cupping his hands around his head with a chinlock. Danny stretches out with his hands, aching to tag in his partner, but to no avail. The referee doesn’t bother to ask if Danny relents, it doesn’t matter since winning cannot be had by submission. Kris moves his hands to the shoulders and grabbing Danny’s arms, he pulls back, continuing his submission hold.
After a few seconds, Danny gains some ground, making his way to his feet while Kris keeps hold of Danny’s arms. Danny tries to move towards his corner, but Kris quickly wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist and pulls him back into a German suplex. Letting go, Kris quickly scrambles around and on the attack, locks in a grounded reverse headlock to Danny. He grinds his arm into Danny’s neck, cutting off the oxygen flow to Danny’s head and making him start to feel lightheaded. David slides into the ring and sends a boot of his own into the head of Kris. Kris lets go and grabs hold of his own head as David continues past the two fallen wrestlers and attacks a half in-ring Ryan. The referee tries to stop David and send him back to his corner, but David pushes him away. He turns back to Ryan and gives him a Mongolian chop, sending him the rest of the way into the ring.Mathews: David has a lot of nerve pushing the referee around. Malenko: It’s not illegal, though, Josh. What’s the referee going to do? He can’t disqualify either team. David turns to see Kris getting to his feet and heads him off with a knee to the side of the face. He pulls Kris up and puts him in an inverted facelock, then drops down to one knee and drives Kris’ back and neck into it. He’s up and after a rising Ryan, sending him into the corner and throwing some overhead chops to his forehead. David sends some back handed chops across Ryan’s chest as Danny comes over to join his brother. They each take an arm of Ryan and pull him between them, but immediately send him back into the turnbuckle with a loud whack. The force of the blow sends Ryan falling face first to the mat. They slide out of the ring and grab hold of his legs. The audience shouts to stop and then go silent as David and Danny pull Ryan towards the turnbuckle. His groin connects and both brothers let out an evil cackle.“OH!” David motions for Danny to retrieve from under then ring the item for which this match is famously known. Danny pulls the apron up and looks underneath while David slides back into the ring. He grabs Kris and starts to put him in an Irish whip, but Kris reverses it and when David return, they collide. Unfazed, Kris wraps his arms around David’s waist and gives him a belly-to-belly suplex. He quickly goes into an Irish whip and as Danny looks up to tell his brother he doesn’t see a ladder under the ring, Kris sends a baseball slide right into his face. Danny falls back and hits the back of his head against the announcer’s table. Kris continues out and looks under the apron as well and then peers around trying to figure out where they’ve put the ladders.Mathews: It seems both teams are having trouble finding ladders. Malenko: I shouldn’t be surprised - Steve Austin has screwed the Lord brothers. Kris gets into the ring, saying something to the referee, but he just shrugs in confusion. Suddenly, the audience bursts into deafening cheers causing Kris to look up to the stage. The sight he beholds brings warmth to his heart and he looks to be on the verge of tears. He pulls up Ryan as they gaze on their literal cavalry. Down the ramp, pushing a dolly with three ladders, struts Raven Kage.Mathews: It’s Raven! We haven’t seen her since January when she injured herself in a triple threat number one contender’s match for the Women’s title! And it looks like she’s bringing the party favors! Malenko: Women have no place in wrestling, Josh! And Raven has no business interfering with this match! Raven rides the dolly down the ramp and jumps off it just as it slams into the side of the ring with a loud shutter. She runs up the steps and mounts the turnbuckle while Ryan and Kris hold David up by the arms. Raven does a diving dropkick right into David’s head as the crowd reacts accordingly.“OH!” The audience then rejoices with cheers as Ryan, Raven and Kris all hug.Malenko: I think I’m getting sick to my stomach. Can we just get the match back under way? After the quick festivities, Kris hops down and grabs a ladder, sending it into the ring. Ryan picks it up, shouldering it as Raven takes up a position outside the ring by their corner. He sets it against the ropes on the opposite side and then retreats back. Running, he steps onto the leaning ladder and follows it to his destination. The crowd looks on in amazement as he leaps into a diving senton and lands onto a rising Danny.
Danny is immediately down, but Ryan is also hurting from the suicide move. Kris brings a second ladder in and opens it up. He sets it up right under the titles and starts to climb. David is slowly grabbing the other side of the ladder, using it as a base to pull him up. Raven gets into the ring, trying to stop him, but he sends a boot to her abdomen. Grabbing her by the hair, he calls to Kris and as he looks down, Kris sees David push Raven’s face into his own, giving her a big wet sloppy kiss. Seething, Kris drops down, forgetting for the moment about the titles and focusing on David’s transgression. David pushes Raven into Kris and races forward with his arm raised. He sends a crooked arm lariat into the back of Raven’s head and she, in effect, accidentally head butts her boyfriend. Kris backs up as Raven falls to the apron and David grabs Kris by the arm and gives him a short arm clothesline.
David starts to climb the ladder and just as he gets to the top, Kris comes alive and lifts the ladder with all his might. It careens as David worriedly looks for a safe place to land, but has little choice in the matter. He’s sent backwards right onto a rising Danny and Ryan, taking all three out.“OH!” A job well done, Kris lays on the apron, resting and getting back some much needed energy. After a few seconds, he regains his momentum and slowly gets up. He rights the ladder and climbs it, assured that the titles are as good as theirs. He doesn’t consider that the Lords might have an ace up their sleeve. The audience begins to boo when they see Crissy Lord come running down. She slides into the ring and pushes the ladder to the side. Kris lands sideways right onto the top rope with it between his legs. Kris falls to the inside of the ring as the ladder bounces on the rope.“OH!” Crissy slides out of the ring to check on David and Danny. David seems less out of it than Danny, but they’re both slow to respond to her questions. She slaps him a few times which brings a little more coherence and then she sees something disturbing – a running Raven towards her. Raven takes a diving plancha through the ropes, but Crissy is quick and moves out of the way. Raven lands on the Onslaught announcer’s table and a rush of air escapes her as she’s winded. Josh and Dean move out of the way, but return to the table to see Raven go limp and fall to the mat.Mathews: Raven is sure going to have some bruised ribs tonight, Dean. Malenko: That’s what she gets for doing something she has no business doing. Mathews: You know, I’m really starting to lose my patience with you. These girls bust their ass to entertain the fans. You used to appreciate that, Dean. Malenko: Let’s just say I woke up and smelled the coffee. And anytime you want to put your money where your mouth is, kid, we can take it to the ring! Crissy pulls Raven back up by her head and sends it into the table. Dean says something to both women that gets a response from Crissy in the form of a middle finger. He stands, but Crissy pulls Raven away and throws her into the side of the ring. David is slowly standing and she shouts to him to get into the ring and win the titles while she shakes Danny into consciousness. David rolls in and stands looking weary while righting the ladder. He climbs it, but Kris isn’t far behind him on the other side of the metal structure. They both reach the top and send fists into each other’s face whenever one goes for the belts. Ryan, in a move more befitting one of the Lords, sends a poke to David’s eye which causes David to slip on a slide, hit his chin on the top of the ladder and fall back down to the mat.
Meanwhile, Danny slowly gets back into the ring and climbs the side under Kris. Sticking his head between Kris’ legs, Danny spins around and grabbing his waist, pulls Kris down into sit down powerbomb. Moments pass until Ryan gets in and moves for the ladder, climbing it but is stopped when Crissy grabs hold of his leg. He kicks out with the leg, connecting with her head and knocking her to the mat. Danny takes the second ladder that Kris fell off and moves it in a corner. Ryan grabs hold of the titles, but Crissy moves the ladder so that he can’t get a foot hold and unhook them. Instead, he hangs onto one of them, spinning around unwilling to let go. Danny climbs his ladder and dives into Ryan with a spear that sees gravity take over as they fall back down the mat.Mathews: My god! These men are punishing each other! Malenko: It’s all for the gold, Josh. You’d do the same in their shoes. A few moments pass as David slowly gets up and surveys the carnage. He closes the leaning ladder and wedges it between the top and second ropes in an empty corner. Looking around, David sees who he wants to send into a violent world of pain getting into the ring. He pulls Raven up by the chin and for a moment just admires the sudden and profound fear in her eyes. This sends a smile of joy washing across David’s face as he grabs hold of her hand and Irish whips her into the waiting ladder. She impacts on her back with an ugly noise.THUD!“OH!” Kris stands on spaghetti legs and sees David send his girlfriend into the ladder. This wakes him and taking the ladder in the corner, he closes it and drops it down. Then he goes over and attacks David with some elbows to the back. Spinning him around, Kris puts him in a front facelock and then pulls David back into a snap suplex right onto the ladder.WHACK!David spasms and rolls out of the ring. Kris is up and over to his partner, pulling him up. He motions to Danny and tells Ryan his plan. Ryan takes both ladders and sets them side by side while Kris picks Danny up by the shoulders. They motion for the K-Mark and the crowd buzzes with excitement. Ryan and Kris lift Danny up onto their shoulders and then drop him down onto both ladders. Danny goes into seizures and then lays there motionless. Kris pushes him off the metal structures, positions one ladder against a turnbuckle and then opens the other, putting it under the belts.
Ryan starts to climb the ladder as Kris looks on. Crissy climbs a turnbuckles and shouts to Kris. He turns around and before he can react, Crissy jumps out and dropkicks Kris into the ladder Ryan is climbing, knocking it over. Ryan falls to the side and lands outside the ring, rolling with the drop.
After a few moments, David stands and considers his only remaining ladder option – the 30 foot one. With renewed glee, he leans it against the ring and starts pushing it into the ring. By this time, Kris is up and catches the big ladder on his shoulders, pulling it almost into the ring. David foolish gets up on the outside apron, but by the time he notices Kris holding the ladder, it’s too late. Kris rushes forward and sends the top of the ladder right into the face of David, knocking back to the outside mat. Crissy gets up, but Kris kicks her in the abdomen and as she kneels over, gives her a Kain Krusher. Moments later, when Ryan has returned to the ring, Kris is again steadying the ladder to give Ryan the ability to grab the belts. The crowd cheers as Ryan gets closer and closer to retaining their titles.Mathews: It looks like Khaos is going to win this match! What the? Out of nowhere, Danny climbs the ladder in the corner and then jumps across to the Ryan’s ladder. He lands just shy of Ryan and quickly moves up beside him. Danny throws Ryan’s arm around his shoulder while grabbing Ryan’s left shoulder, pulling back into a Russian leg sweep. Both men hit hard and lay motionless on the mat. Kris, suspecting he’s going to have to pull out the victory, starts to climb the ladder. David slides in, shaking cobwebs from his head and sees Kris about to pull down the titles. Thinking quickly, David rocks the ladder back and forth so that Kris can’t keep the balance needed to finish his ascent to the titles. He quickly climbs the other side and meets Kris at the top. They send fist into each other’s faces, but neither seems willing to relent.
David grabs hold of one of the belts while Kris grabs hold of the other. The ladder gives way and falls to the side as both men hang there for the entire crowd to see. David pushes against Kris with his feet, starting to swing back and forth. Danny slowly gets up and sees what's going on above him. He picks up one of the smaller ladders and closes it. Carefully aiming, Danny sends the top of the ladder right into Kris. It hits him in the back and then David swings into him, knocking him down. Surprisingly, David falls too, most likely after losing his grip.Mathews: Wow! What a match! We've seen these four men brutalize themselves. I can't imagine they have much left in them. Malenko: Maybe not Ryan or Kris, but David and Danny refuse to give up. I know they'll win! Danny pulls David up and says something to him. They take both small ladders and close them, holding them length-wise. Crissy pulls Ryan up and then moves out of the way as both Lord brothers come running at him. Ryan has nowhere to run as both ladders sandwich him between them."OH!" Ryan immediately crumples to the mat when David and Danny move away the metal structures. David moves the 30 footer back into position as Danny grabs hold of Kris and locks in a camel clutch. The crowd begins to boo in utter contempt as David reaches the top and successfully unhooks the titles from the hook holding them in place. He hugs both titles as the referee motions for the bell to sound.Mathews: I.....I don’t believe it! I just don’t believe it! David and Danny Lord have just won their first Tag Team title! Malenko: Dreams do come true, Josh! Mathews: I wonder what they call that.... I guess it's a conchairto with ladders?! Malenko: Here at last, here at last! Our Lords are in heaven! David climbs down the ladder and hands one of the belts over to his brother. They scoop up a visibly injured Crissy as the winners of the match are announced.Buffer: The winners and NEW World Tag Team Champions, David and Danny Lord, THE LORDS OF FLATBUSH! The booing audience eclipse any person that might cheer for the hated tag team and the smiling brothers are the last image we see before switching backstage for a promo.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:52:46 GMT
The lights suddenly go out in the arena. A video package starts to play on the screen. The video shows a big man walking down a dark street. There's no lighting on the street so you can't see who the guy is. The big guy approaches a group of homeless people on the street. He starts to speak.
Big Guy: Who wants $100?
All the homeless people start yelling.
Big Guy: I thought so. So here's how it's gonna go. I take you all on at the exact same time. The hobo who knocks me down first gets the money. Understand?
The homeless people nod yes.
Big Guy: Good. OK, let's do this shit.
The first hob runs at the guy and winds up getting a huge boot to the face. The next hobo runs at the big guy only to be thrown through a car window near by. Three hobos remain out of the bunch. The hobos start communicating with each other working together to get the money. The big guy watches on smirking. The three hobos rush him at the same time. All of the hobos start punching & kicking him at the same time. The big guy watching on and laughs. The big guy then pulls out a knife and stabs one of the hobos in the eye. The hobo screams out in pain and falls to the floor. the big guy then takes his knife and slices the second hobo across the throat. Blood starts to spill out of the cut. The last hobo starts to run in the opposite direction. The big guy then takes his knife and throws it at the hobo. The knife hits the hobo right in the back of the knee. The hobo falls to the floor crying in pain. The big guy walks over to the hobo and laughs. he picks him up by his coat and lifts him up in the air. He starts to talk.
Big Guy: I forgot to tell all of you guys something.
Hobo: Wha...wha....what?
Big Guy: The penalty for losing...is death!
The big guy takes all of the hobos and throws them all in a big pile. He then takes out a can of gasoline. he drenches all of them with it. He then takes a lighter and lights the gasoline. All of the hobos start burning to the death. The big guy then steps into a dim line of light. He looks up at the camera and we finally get to see his face. The crowd gasps as they realizes who it is. They see the red face paint and instantly know that the big guy is no other than.... DAMIEN JOHNSON!
Damien: I've been gone for months now. No one knows why, and no one knows where. All I can tell you is that this time there is nothing to hold me back. No fucking wife and no fucking kid. This time I will win a championship and this time no one will survive. This time....no one will be safe.
Damien smirks as the camera fades to black. A sentence then appears on the screen: "Damien Johnson is coming!"[/color]
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:53:54 GMT
Letters wipe across the scree. First a J. Then O, Then K, Then E, Then R. Cuts away to Joker in a dark boilerroom
Joker: You know ever since I attacked Bulldog, the only question I've had to keep fielding is "Why Joker, why?" Well I'll tell you why.
Joker If you go back a few months, I was involved in a match for the Street Fight belt, under the guise of Cactus Joker. I sweated, bled and did everything I could to win. I came up short, and do you know who won. That punk-ass bitch Bulldong. I seemed okay on the outside, but all I could do was watch in horror, as Bulldog made a mockery of everything that belt is supposed to stand for. He basically spit in the face of my boss, Josh Violence, and he took a crap on the legacy that so many great men have built for that belt.
Joker: So what did I do? You asked. I didn't rush in, I was patient, I waited on my turn. And then it happened that Josh beat Bulldong, as he always does, and then found the generoisty to give me this belt, a belt that again thanks to that peice of monkey crap Bulldog, doesn't mean shit around here anymore.
At this point, Joker pulls out the belt.
Joker: Well, this belt means something to me, because I promise to not only beat you within an inch of your life, I promise to end your career. And then, as the name says, I, along with this belt, will be IMMORTAL!
He starts to leave, but comes back
Joker: By the way, this Sunday, the JOKE IS ON YOU!
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:54:31 GMT
Earlier today CCW.com caught up with Women's Champion "Princess" Sophia Simpson. She was asked about her title defence this Sunday. This is her response.
Sophia: Since winning this title I have done my best to uphold its name. Raven Kage and Amy Wheeler both made sure that their reign helped elevate this championship. I hope that whenever I have to part with this gold that people will say the same about me. Here in CCW the Women's Division means something. We're not just tits and ass. The Women's Championship is respected.
I don't fear Rayne as a challenger. But I can respect her. I know exactly what she wants. Whether The Revolution gets involved or Dallas Justice has my back. The two of us will go to war. I know she won't be a pushover but I think I've proven just how tough I can be.
Night of The Immortals is the biggest event in the CCW calendar. I know that as soon as I step out there I have to put on the greatest performance of my career. When that bell rings at the end of the contest I should have nothing left in the tank. I should walk out with the gold still around my waist. I plan to do that and continue to build my legacy. If not.....
A tear rolls down Sophia's cheek and splashes onto the belt in her lap.
Sophia: Hopefully people will look at Sophia Simpson and see an Immortal. This Sunday a "Princess" becomes a QUEEN!.
The shot fades out as Sophia smiles.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:55:27 GMT
CCW WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP [/CENTER][/color] Bruce Buffer: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall . . . and it is for the CCW WOMEN’S Championship!” The fans pop in response to this announcement, and immediately turn their attention toward the Pay-Per-View set . . .Buffer: “Introducing first, the challenger . . .” “Forgiven” blares over the loudspeakers, after a few seconds of silence in order to build the suspense, and Revolution member Rayne saunters out onto the stage through the black sequined entrance curtain. Her face is expressionless, and she wastes no time in making her intentions known by continuing down the aisle with an entrance that can only be described as “nothing too fancy” . . .Buffer: “From Regina, Saskatchewan . . . weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds. Representing the Revolution . . . RAYNE!” Rayne reaches the ringside area, and jogs up the stairs to her left in order to reach the apron. She enters the ring by stepping in through the gap of the middle and bottom ropes, pops back to a full-on vertical base, and makes her way toward the southeast corner before climbing up onto the second turnbuckle pad. From here, she throws her arms overhead to a rather negative reaction, and remains this way as her music eventually fades out into the air. She then hops back down to the canvas, and begins performing some last minute stretching exercises whilst facing the entrance opening . . .Buffer: “And, her opponent . . .” The more upbeat tune of Will Smith’s “Miami” replaces the silence, and brings about a combination of heartfelt pops and enthusiastic catcalls as pink sparks rain down from the width of the entrance opening. “Princess” Sophia Simpson skips out onto the stage from the gorilla position, wearing her women’s Championship belt around her waist, and proceeds to blow a group of kisses toward her loyal fans before strutting down the aisle with a purpose . . .Buffer: “From Miami, Florida . . . weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is the reigning, and defending, CCW WOMEN’S Champion . . . ‘Princess’, Sophia SIMPSON!” Sophia reaches the apron, slides inside the ring underneath the bottom rope, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle pad of the northwest corner in order to blow more kisses toward the front row fans. But, as this is taking place, Rayne takes the opportunity to gain an early advantage by attacking her opponent from behind . . .“OH!” Rayne grabs Sophia by the waistband of her hot pants, and throws her back toward the canvas neck and shoulders first! Sophia lands awkwardly, and rolls through onto her hands and knees as Rayne then removes the Women’s Championship belt from around her waist. The referee snatches the piece of hardware from the heel wrestler, and quickly discards it to the outside as Rayne then gives Simpson a HARD soccer-style kick directly to the face!SMACK“OH!” Sophia rolls onto her back, due to the amount of vigor behind the blow, and clutches at her jaw as Rayne then drops down to her knees at Sophia’s right side. Then, as Rayne begins pounding at Sophia’s face with repeated right hands, the referee turns around to discover what is going on. He wraps his arms around Rayne’s waist, hoists her back up to her feet, and designates her to the southeast corner as concerned spectators look on. The referee then bends down to check on Sophia’s condition and, upon hearing that she wants to continue returns to a vertical base in order to reluctantly signal for the bell.
The match is now officially underway . . .DING! DING! DING!Sophia grabs at the middle rope, of the North Side set, and uses it to pull herself up into a sitting stance as Rayne strides forward to continue the punishment with a right boot to the clavicle. Sophia hollers in pain, and clutches her now sore chest area as Rayne then bends down to grab her by a handful of hair. Using this, Rayne drags Sophia back to her feet, and pushes her back against the North Side ropes of for an Irish-whip . . . watching on as “The Princess” rebounds from the opposite side before lunging forward with an attempted right-armed clothesline. Simpson is able to see this coming, though, and ducks underneath to take her down with a surprise left-armed Schoolgirl Roll-up!ONE . . .
TWO . . .“AW!” Rayne escapes the pinning predicament by tumbling through onto her hands and knees, and Sophia takes a few seconds out for a much-needed breather before meeting her challenger with a right forearm smash between the shoulder blades as they both push to their feet. Rayne doubles over due to the amount of force involved, and Sophia guides her face first into the top turnbuckle pad of the southeast corner. Rayne hits hard, and turns 180 degrees to where her back is pressed against the crook as Sophia then gives her a hard, right-handed knife-edge chop to the chest . . .SMACK“WOO!” Rayne clutches at her upper torso, and Sophia follows through with a right forearm to the face for added measure. She then grabs Rayne by the left arm, and pushes her forward by the small of the back with the other hand for an Irish-whip; watching on as the The Wh_’s mute sidekick hits the crook of the adjacent corner before charging toward her at full-speed . . .SMACK“OH!” As she reaches her destination, however, Rayne meets her with a right elbow to the face! Sophia stumbles back as Rayne begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle pad with her back facing the Champion, but responds by dropping to her stomach along the canvas as Rayne then launches back with an attempted Moonsault . . .“OOH!” Rayne is able to catch herself in mid-air, and shows an amazing display of agility by landing on her feet! She then staggers forward to maintain her balance, and walks right into a right boot to the abdomen from the now vertical Champion; the force of which doubles her over long enough for Sophia to then drive her face first into the canvas with an Evenflow DDT!“OH!” Rayne hits with so much impact that she shoots back up to her knees before falling over onto her back near the center of the ring! Sophia is quick to take advantage of the ring positioning, and immediately scurries toward her body to make a strategic cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .“AW!” Rayne gets the left shoulder up, and Simpson sits back against her calves in obvious surprise. She then runs a hand through her hair, and pushes back to her feet whilst rolling Rayne onto her hands and knees in order to drag her to a vertical base, as well. But, before Sophia can further capitalize on the situation, Rayne drives her right shoulder into Simpson’s midsection, and charges forward from her doubled over stance . . .SPLAT“OH!” Sophia Simpson is sent tumbling through the gap of the top and middle ropes, of the West Side set, and hits the floor in the same manner in which she did at the beginning of the contest; landing on her neck and shoulders! Rayne remains on her right knee, near the ropes, and uses them to pull herself up as the official begins his mandatory 10-count:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . .. THREE . . . . ..
Simpson grabs at the base of her neck, and turns over onto her right side as the fans start chanting her name. The volume of their voices increase by the second, as they hope it will somehow rejuvenate their much loved Champion into continuing the match . . .
“PRINCESS! PRINCESS! PRINCESS! PRINCESS . . .”
FOUR . . . . .. FIVE . . . . ..
Their effort is proven to be futile, however, as Rayne manually breaks the count by dropping down to the black protective mats along the floor near Sophia’s left side. She bends down over her body, forces her up to her feet sooner than she is ready, and slams her face first into the edge of the apron as the official starts another count:WHACKONE . . . . ..
Simpson hits hard, her neck snaps back upon impact, and she falls back to her knees before Rayne as the lady clad in black runs a hand through her hair. She then forces Sophia back to her feet with a handful of hair, and lambastes her across the throat with an unnecessarily hard right forearm shot to the throat!SMACK“AW!” TWO . . . . .. THREE . . . . .. FOUR . . . . ..
Sophia clutches at her throat, and collapses against the apron in an effort to maintain her balance as she valiantly struggles for air. Rayne then walks around to where she is at Simpson’s left side, pulls her up to a lackadaisical vertical base by another handful of hair, and pushes her forward into the steel stairs with all of her might . . .BOOM“AW!” FIVE . . . . .. SIX . . . . ..
Sophia hits the stairs right arm first, but it isn’t enough to move them even an inch; meaning that there is no leeway in the amount of pressure when she hits. Rayne runs another hand through her hair, pulls Sophia back to her feet by the base of the neck, and then turns nearly 360 degrees in order to roll the Princess back inside the ring underneath the bottom rope; thus breaking the count. Rayne follows in hot pursuit, and throws herself over Sophia’s chest with a completely opportunistic cover from her knees at Simpson’s right side:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“NO!” Simpson kicks out to a thunderous ovation, and Rayne pushes back to her knees in order to argue the slowness of the referee’s count. He stands defiant in his call, and Rayne shakes her head in disgust before pressing up to her feet, and dragging Sophia’s form up with her. She pushes Sophia front first into the crook of the southwest corner and, as she staggers back toward her, hoists her up into position for an Electric Chair Drop; using this as a set-up to then bridge back, and slam Sophia neck first into the canvas with the “Pouring Rayne”!“OH!” ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” Sophia throws her right shoulder off the canvas, as it is unsupported, and turns over onto her stomach along the canvas as Rayne pushes forward into a sitting stance! The fans go absolutely crazy at the sight of this, and do their best to further Sophia’s progress by breaking out into another chant:
“PRINCESS! PRINCESS! PRINCESS! PRINCESS . . .”
Rayne waves the fans off as being ignorant, and turns over onto her hands and knees in order to push back to her feet. She walks around to Sophia’s right side, forces her up to a doubled over position on her wobbly legs, and shoves her head down in-between her thighs before re-positioning herself to where her back is facing the North Side ropes. Rayne then bends down to wrap her arms around Sophia’s midsection, and hoists her up into a sitting position against her shoulders . . . but as she attempts to spike Simpson’s body into the canvas with a Powerbomb; Sophia wraps her legs around Rayne’s neck to halt her progress. Sophia then pushes back into a sitting position against Rayne’s shoulders, with assistance from the canvas, and tumbles through to the other side to take her down with a surprise Sunset Flip!ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“AW!” Rayne grabs the bottom rope with both hands, and kicks Sophia away with both feet to the face. Simpson tumbles through onto her hands and knees, as Rayne then pushes back to her feet, and takes her opponent down to the canvas by the left leg with a well-timed drop toehold! Rayne is unable to put her hands down in time to absorb the impact, and inadvertently pops back to her feet as Sophia wraps her left arm around Rayne’s neck for “The Stroke” . . .SMACK“OOH!” As Simpson is about to execute the maneuver, however, Rayne counters with a right back elbow to the face! Sophia releases her hold on Rayne’s neck, and staggers back into the crook of the northeast corner as Rayne regains her footing. Rayne then turns to face Simpson, and jogs toward her for an attempted turnbuckle clothesline . . . but Simpson greets her with a double boot to the face!SMACK“YEAH!” Rayne staggers back, this time, and Sophia hops up into a sitting position against the top turnbuckle pad. She then places her legs outside the rope, and uses the second turnbuckle pad for support as she climbs into a vertical base along the top; squatting down to maintain her balance, and waiting until Rayne steps forward before executing her trademark Top Rope Crossbody . . .“OOH!” Sophia executes the move perfectly, but the amount of push behind her body is enough to send Rayne tumbling through onto her feet; with Sophia cradled helplessly in her arms! Rayne smirks in response to this, steps forward, and tosses Simpson onto her shoulders for a Samoan Drop . . . but Sophia wriggles free of her grasp, lands on her feet behind Rayne, and takes her down with a rolling prawn pinning combination:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-"AW!" Rayne kicks out rather forcefully, and Sophia lands on her hands and knees along the canvas as the fans begin buzzing. Simpson begins crawling toward the East Side set of ropes, as Rayne does the West, and both ladies make it to their feet at the exact same time to an appreciative response. Rayne attempts a Roundhouse-like kick as they both near each other, but Sophia performs an unexpected split counter to gracious pop, and pushes back to her feet behind Rayne as she regains her footing. Rayne then turns back around to face the now standing Simpson, and Sophia takes her down to the canvas with a Japanese Armdrag. Rayne hits with her feet pointed toward the East Side ropes, and Sophia scurries back to her feet to then push back against the South Side ropes, and follow through with a running seated Senton!“AW!” Rayne takes the full brunt of the maneuver to her sternum, and Simpson turns over to hook the near left leg for an attempted pinfall:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“AW!” Rayne places her right foot against the bottom rope, and the fans respond with unsympathetic jeers in her direction. Simpson pushes back into a seated stance against her own calves, with hands on hips, and exhales out of frustration before pressing up to her feet. She then does a double take toward the southwest corner, allows a sly smile to creep across her face, and begins whipping her right hand around as to signal for The Bronco Buster.“YEAH!” The fans pop, and understandably so, as Simpson then points toward the corner. She then points down at Rayne, and bends down to grab her by a handful of hair before dragging her body toward the corner, and giving her a quick boot to the midsection for added measure before turning to face the center of the ring. Simpson reaches her destination, turns her body 180 degrees to face the stationary female, and then charges forward to deliver . . .“AW!” As she leaps up to complete the maneuver, however, Rayne slides out of harms way along the bottom rope of the South Side set! Simpson lands in a sitting position along the second turnbuckle pad, facing the corner, and remains this way as Rayne then pushes back to her feet with assistance from the ropes. Rayne then gives Simpson a left shot to the base of the neck, cradles her head in the crook of her right elbow, and let‘s the bottom drop out with an elevated Reverse DDT!“AW!” Simpson lands on the back of her head, and falls forward onto her stomach due to the angle in which she lands! Rayne then scurries to her feet, walks around to Sophia’s, rolls her over onto her back, places Simpson’s legs on her shoulders, and pushes forward with a rather suggestive cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” Sophia kicks out, and pushes over onto her stomach as the fans let loose with a vibrantly positive ovation! Rayne slaps at the canvas out of irritation toward the moment, presses back to her feet, and performs a cutthroat taunt before bending down to grab Sophia by a handful of hair. She uses this to then pull the unresponsive Simpson back to her feet, positions her body to where the back is facing the West Side set of ropes, and hoists her up onto her shoulders for what could very well be a second “Pouring Rayne” attempt. Before she can even conceive the possibility of executing the maneuver, however, Simpson falls forward . . . taking Rayne down, in the process, and trapping her in a Victory Roll!ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“AW!” Rayne breaks free, and shoots forward into a sitting position. Sophia somersaults back onto her feet, and waits crouched as Rayne then turns over onto her hands and knees. Rayne does this, and slowly pushes back to her feet at the exact moment that Simpson decides to strike with a right knee to the midsection! Rayne doubles over, and then Sophia responds by driving her face first into the canvas with a quick “Stroke”!“YEAH!” Rayne hits hard, and her lower torso sticks out into the air due to the angle in which she hits . . . enabling Sophia to place her left arm around Rayne’s throat, and her right arm through Rayne’s legs, before rolling over, and through, with an “Oklahoma Roll”!ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE . . .
DING! DING! DING!“YEAH!” Simpson releases the hold, allows Rayne’s body to flop along the canvas, and throws her arms overhead in celebration of another successful title defense from her knees. The referee takes the Women’s Championship from a ringside attendant, and places it in Sophia’s possession before grabbing her by the right wrist, and pointing toward her to signify her victory as “Miami” picks up where it had cut off before the match started . . .Bruce Buffer: “Here is your winner . . . and STILL CCW WOMEN’S Champion . . . ‘Princess’, Sophia SIMPSON!” Simpson remains on her knees, physically drained from the rigorous contest in which she has just partaken in, and clutches the title belt as though it were her child. She then allows herself to tilt head first toward the canvas, kisses the golden faceplate of the Championship, and pops back up to another ovation; tears slowly streaming down her cheek, as she is just now beginning to understand the seriousness of the situation. Several fans along the front row push to their feet and give her a round of applause for her efforts, which she shows her appreciation to by blowing them kisses. The referee then helps her up to her feet, and she gives him a hug before once again throwing her arms overhead. The camera then fades to black as she scales the middle turnbuckle pad of the northeast corner, and continues to celebrate such a hard fought victory . . .
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:55:59 GMT
The scene: The Georgia Dome parking lot. Dean Stewart is standing, glances at his watch, when almost on cue, an engine noise approaches, and a shining white stretch Escalade limo zooms in, nearly runnign Stewart over! As he regains his compusure, the driver steps out, heads to the back, and opens the door. Dressed in a brand new white suit, Marcus Knight steps out of the car, and is approached by Stewart.
Stewart: Marcus, tonight being the night of the highly anticipated inter-brand showdown, can you give us your perspective on the big match?
Knight: Actually, Dino, I'm a bit confused.
Stewart looks puzzled
Stewart: Really?
Knight: Yeah, man, real confused. When this match was made, I thought about all of last year, about the show that I heard “raised the bar” for American wrestling, that “dominated” CCW, and that some people even called the “A Show.” Can you believe that, Dino?
Stewart opens his mouth to speak, but Knight continues talking.
Knight: So here it is now, Night of the Immortals, the climax of all of wrestling! I fly on down into the ATL, I hit Buckhead and 112, havin’ a good time before the match that’s supposed to settle it all- and what I find? They don’t even show up!
Stewart: . . . What do you mean?
Knight: I looked at the card, and ain’t no way in that the best the “A-Show” could come up with is those three clowns. Or even the second best, or third best. You’re gonna tell me that after all that talk, they send forward that bunch- a guy in makeup, Savio Vega’s bastard cousin, and create-a-wrestler- and they’re gonna beat me? HAAAAAAYYYYYYYYELLLLLLLL NO!
Stewart is taken aback, as Knight considers something.
Knight: But then again, it might not be a mistake. I mean, let’s look at the last time the Marcus Knight went down to Georgia. Both brands came together, in the biggest spectacle the business had witnessed at the time- and baby, I didn’t steal the show, I WAS the show!
Either way, I’m not all sure what to do here. I could just go out, make quick work of them, and prove my point. Or I could make it interesting and take them on by myself. Hell, I may just skip this joint, fly over to Pebble Beach and play me some golf.
As he says this, he opens the door, and two glammed-up blondes step out of the limo and join him.
Knight: Either way: It’s just another night of pleasure for the Smooth Operator!
They exit.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:56:24 GMT
Camera cuts from the arena to show Nick Kelly standing with Bulldog, as the fans see this they start charting Bulldog's name.
Kelly: Hello, this is The Night of the Immortals II and I am standing by Santa Monica's very own Bulldog, so Bulldog after last week losing to Chad thanks to Joker what is going through your mind?
Bulldog: Honestly Nick it is something I have never thought or felt like this inside of me before, what Joker did was awaken something inside of me what has never happened before, that thing is hatred, I truly hate Joker and his so called partners, since last week all I have been wanting to do is end Joker, finish him off, make sure he can't get up and have him see the punishment I am going to give him tonight every time he shuts his eyes!
Kelly: Wow, so this means you going out full attack?
Bulldog: Nick I am 200% ready for this match, you have seen me at my best but forget that, tonight is the night when I take everything I have and putting even more in to making Jokers life a living hell after this match!
Kelly: Are you worried about anyone from Body Count coming down to the ring and helping him out?
Bulldog: Ah now, I am glad you said that Nick as yes I do think Joker has something planned as he knows as well as everyone else he has no chance of beating me tonight, but that doesn't matter one little bit.
Kelly: Why?
Bulldog: As I have a plan of my own . .
Bulldog opens the door behind him and Manabu Sho steps out from the darkness.
. . Thats right, Manabu Sho from RMW will be down at ringside for me to make sure no fucker gets involved as I destroy Joker, oh and by now I know Joker is watching this you will be saying you and your Buddy's can take him but Manabu would like you to meet his 20 pound friend. .
Manabu puts his hand round the corner of the door to pick up and show the camera a 20 pound sledgehammer, Nick's face looks shocked.
. . Not even Body Count will be able to handle a 20 pound sledge to the body, so Joker I have everything planned out for you, tonight your wrestling life is over, and your life outside this company will be haunted by what I do to you tonight at the biggest stage of them all! It's time to rock!
Bulldog walks off with Manabu following, the fans start to chant Bulldog's name as he walks off.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:57:23 GMT
PARKING LOT BRAWL [/CENTER][/color] Ross: Folks we're now gonna go to backstage area for the Parking Lot Brawl between Joker and Bulldog. Bulldog can be seen making his way into the Parking Lot with Manabu Sho in toe with the sledgehammer. As Bulldog walks through a gate Joker pops up from behind a dumpster and slams the gate shut. He places a lock on the door keeping Manabu Sho trapped behind it. Bulldog turns to see this and realizes that he is at Joker's mercy.Heyman: What a waste of time that back up was. Mana..... whatever won't even be a factor tonight. Ross: To be fair Paul I don't think the other Body Count members are too bothered about helping out Joker anyway. Joker charges at Bulldog but he sidesteps and Joker goes stomach first into the bumper of a car. Bulldog then grabs Joker's head and bounces it several times off of the car's hood making a Joker shaped dent. The shots have the desired effect as Joker is busted wide open. He tries to crawl away around the side of the car. Bulldog though swings the door open and it thumps off of Joker's skull with a CRACK!.
Bulldog pulls Joker to his feet and with an Irish whip sends him back first into another car. With Joker dazed Bulldog charges with a Running Dropkick. Joker though is able to get out of the way at the last moment and Bulldog's legs crash through the window. Bulldog drops to the floor covered in glass with both of his legs cut up.
This gives Joker time to catch his breath and then slowly pull Bulldog back to his feet. With Bulldog at a vertical base Joker sends him face first through another window of the car. With Bulldog slumped on the smashed window Joker heads over to the dumpster.Ross: What in the hell does Joker have inside that dumpster. This is sickening. This isn't wrestling for god's sake. Heyman: This is extreme violence J.R., something that's missing in today's era. Joker is showing how well he would have fit in ECW. Joker grins as he pulls a cinder block out of the dumpster. The referee checks on Bulldog's who is also busted open with small shards of glass in his face and shoulders. Joker looks to hit Bulldog with the cinder block but he is able to avoid it and the cinder block crashes off of the car and too the floor.
Clearly lacking blood Bulldog staggers toward Joker who executes a drop toe hold that sees Bulldog land face first on the cinder block. Seemingly knocking him out cold. Joker rolls Bulldog onto his back and makes the cover.
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Bulldog just shoots his shoulder up off of the concrete. Joker seems frustrated and pulls Bulldog to his feet. Joker drags him toward the back of a pick up truck. Bulldog though shows he still has some fight as he levels Joker with a low blow. As Joker drops to his knees Bulldog grabs a hold of the truck to keep himself upright.Heyman: This is just two guys who wanna beat the crap out of each other. You gotta love it. Especially if Joker pulls through for Body Count. Ross: Well no I don't love it. This god damn match could see the end of both men's career. Or heaven forbid worse. Joker struggles back to his feet as Bulldog pulls a spare tyre out of the bed of the truck. As Joker gets to his feet Bulldog tosses the tyre at him. It connects with Joker's head and sees him fall straight back down to the concrete. Bulldog drops down on top of him looking for the pin.
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He just kicks out before the 3. Bulldog catches his breath before lifting Joker up again. Bulldog then drives him head first into the truck's bumper causing the bumper to fall off. Bulldog sees this as another weapon and starts cracking it across the back of Joker until it bends in half. With Joker lying in a pool of his own blood Bulldog once again attempts a cover.
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Somehow Joker again gets his shoulder off of the concrete. Bulldog shakes his head in dismay before pulling some of the pieces of glass out of his shoulder and face. Bulldog looks in the car mirror and notices his face is a crimson mask.Ross: That Parking Lot is covered in blood. I don't see who either of these men can keep going for much longer. Heyman: Stop being such a buzz kill. The fans wanna see blood and guts. That's exactly what they're getting. With Joker almost out cold on the floor Bulldog climbs onto the top of the truck. Against the wishes of the official he dives off with a 5 Star Frog Splash. He connects with Joker and both men writhe around on the concrete in agony. Bulldog does just enough to drape his arm over the chest of Joker. The official drops down and makes the count.
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3Heyman: Damn it Joker. Well if Body Count could afford to lose one match tonight it was this one. Ross: Hopefully this ends the war between these two. 'Cause I damn sure don't wanna see a repeat of this. Bulldog has his arm raised in victory as ambulances pull into the parking lot. Bulldog uses his last ounce of strength to remove Joker's hockey jersey and yank the Street Fight Title belt from around his waist. The two are then loaded onto the ambulance with Bulldog clutching the belt close to his chest.Ross: Has anybody let Manabu Sho out of the cage yet. Could we get some guys to check on that.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:57:58 GMT
Training montage of Lance Leonard doing pull ups, sit ups, crunches and jogging, interchanged by talking head interview segments, plays as he speaks in a voice over
Leonard: My entire life... I've dedicated myself to something. I can't say I've never been distracted by pleasures of the mind and flesh, just like I can't claim to have never let a muscle go slack, or never go a day without training. However, what people fail to realise, is that talent, both physical and mental... it's innate. A man can lose himself in the complexities of Shakespeare, knowing, even as he enjoys it, its power to kill any aspirations dead, knowing that he could train his mind for a hundred years and never write anything that even came close. A man can watch a great sportsman like Muhammad Ali chisel and pick away at an opponent's face until the decimation becomes art, and from then on never set foot in a boxing ring again, because he has seen the summit reached... while those in the pantheon of greats feel the sport or the art or the literature naturally running through their veins as I do.
The video changes pace, now showing Muy Thai sparring sessions and amateur wrestling involving Leonard.
Leonard: And yet, there are those still who would doubt me. Those still who fail to realise they are watching The Man, of his generation, of his sport, step between those ropes every night I go out there. The Man who has been lying in wait this entire time, displaying immense talent but still, perhaps because of some mental block, either subconscious or strategic, holding that little bit back. The Man who has the potential to transcend professional wrestling and become Myth... become of Legend.
Again the video changes focus, showing Leonard getting beaten down by Josh Violence and Body Count.
Leonard: But no longer will I hold anything back. Something has awoken inside of me. Every right hand, every chair shot delivered by Josh Violence and his brothel of mediocrity has been measured, and will be turned back tenfold.
We see images of the Monsters of Pro Wrestling in their prime, dark promotional shots of Leonard and destructive beat downs of Nathan Versus and the like. Blood and laughter.
Leonard: The Monsters of Pro Wrestling are no more, but the Monster lives within me still. A demon living on the brink of my soul haunts my sleep. I stare into the abyss, and my reflection, the eyes of the dragon, stare back at me. I wander between two worlds... one dead, one powerless to be born... until tonight. When that bell rings, Lance Leonard is no longer a contender for a championship. He will be the very Nemesis of the title and everything it represents. I am eager, hungry... so hungry to take that belt and taint it once more so that it bears the mark of my dark cabal, the mark upon the heart of every man who has ever dared to desire something so much that when the moment is right, he will put his very humanity aside to claim it.
Switch to Leonard's face, still, and clouded in darkness
Leonard: What I do is not a joke. Since the first Neanderthal conspired to murder his Cro-Magnon neighbour and the two fought for their lives, wrestling has been bound to the human soul, a show of spirit, an art far purer than any other... and until Josh Violence, Paul Hill and Thomas Richards realise this, I will be invincible. Tonight, wrestling is the essence of what I am. I am the demon, the dragon, the Nemesis made flesh, a reflection of every champion throughout history that they are too timid to gaze upon for too long. And that is beyond mere dreams. That is beyond Fact. Tonight, I am professional wrestling.
And I will NOT... BE... DENIED.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:58:34 GMT
The camera starts fully black, and then a TV screen in the room flicks on. The low hiss of the television static is the only thing audible, and a shadow is slightly visible in the faint light of the “snowy” screen. A voice begins speaking in a low, focused tone.
Man: Without a signal, a television is useless. An output of worthless noise and faint light. There’s nothing to distinguish one moment from the next. It all flows together without any sense of time or meaning. It’s all the same. It’s both everything and nothing. There is no message in the noise, yet words are unnecessary. We know what it means. That static is there just as a placeholder for a void.
The man turns toward the TV, his back now facing the camera as he speaks.
Man: The past month or so, I’ve been in this static state. You haven’t seen hide nor hair of me, and there’s a reason for that. I took a few weeks off to collect my thoughts…refocus myself. I’ve been losing sight of who I am. What’s worse, I’ve lost sight of who I’m going to be. But no longer. Things have never been clearer. Coming soon is CCW’s Night of the Immortals II. The biggest night in CCW history. I swear that on that night, I will begin my ascension to greatness. No one will be able to forget that night, least of all whatever opponent or opponents I end up having.
The man pauses, his voice still even, almost mechanical.
Man: It’s confusing being static. All lights and noise, no direction. Caught in the flow, unable to break free, forced to coast along. Going through the motions simply thanks to the cocktail of habit and survival instinct. But it’s also enlightening. That one moment where you remember the mission. That one moment where you remember the destiny you want to seize.
The man picks up something off camera, and it’s unclear what it is but it seems to be fairly large and heavy.
Man: How long’s it been now? Probably about 9 months…9 months since my first moment of awakening. I’ve been everywhere, from the highest highs to the lowest lows. I’ve both broken bodies and been broken, won and lost, soared and fallen. But through it all, I was never static. Until what I did at Resurrection finally occurred to me. I realized what had happened, and suddenly nothing made sense. I didn’t know who I was. I could have killed a man that night. And yet, even when I thought long and hard about what happened, I didn’t regret any of it.
The man takes a deep breath before continuing to speak.
Man: It disturbed me. Was I a killer? Did I lose all my humanity that night in favor of temptation? Those doubts became the static, deafeningly loud, torturing my eyelids with every closing of my eyes. So I decided to take a couple weeks off. They passed in a moment and yet were an eternity. I barely spoke to anyone. I was deep within myself, unable to escape, until one moment happened. I was watching Ressurection, when that moment passed by on my screen. That static-inducing moment. In a horrified rage, I broke my TV, and immediately dissolved into triumphant laughter. It did wonders. I’m now more focused than I’ve ever been. I realize now that I didn’t lose my humanity, no. I just kept my promise to myself, that NOTHING would stand in my way. He knew what he was getting into when he decided to interfere. I can’t be held accountable. I am now at peace. The path is clear, the prize is desirable again. I ache for the thrill of victory. My soul cries for the roar of an unforgettable moment, a crowd in unified celebration, bolstering my own rush. That is my vision. That is my dream. That is my destiny.
The man wields the object more purposefully now, bringing it into his hands as opposed to letting it dangle at his side.
Man: There is no more noise. There is no more static. The signal is once again clear. All that USELESS STATIC IS GONE!
The last four words are a scream, and with that the man swings the object at the TV. The screen shatters and the frame explodes into a small ball of fire. In the spark of the explosion, it’s clear that the object is a baseball bat. The man’s figure is now better illuminated by the small fire, though it is still the only source of light in the otherwise pitch-black room. He turns away from the screen, hoisting the bat over his shoulder and the crowd pops explosively as they realize it’s none other than Griffin Young.
Griffin: It’s been awhile, CCW. Griffin Young has been off the transmission. But soon, very soon, we return to our regularly scheduled programming. Come Night of the Immortals, I realize my dream. Come NOTI, even the best die Young.
Griffin swings his bat at the camera, clearly destroying it, to another massive pop, and then tosses the bat away as the screen flickers and the feed eventually fades to black…
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Post by Nathan Versus on Feb 28, 2007 23:59:59 GMT
CCW NATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - TRIPLE THREAT [/CENTER][/color] The screen is totally black. Slowly, quietly at first, dramatic orchestral music begins playing. A man’s voice begins narrating over the music.Man: Three men. Each driven by a common passion, all three distinct souls. Tonight, these three men… Pictures of Al Woodbridge, Griffin Young, and Cowards all flash across the screen.Man: All vying for one prize… The National Title is shown.Man: A revered hero…a rejuvenated soldier…a determined champion… The music intensifies as quickly spliced-together action shots of the three competitors are shown.Al Woodbridge: I’m here to FUCK PEOPLE UP! Shots of Woodbridge attacking Cowards, then Young.Griffin Young: At Night of the Immortals, EVEN THE BEST DIE YOUNG! Young is shown hitting several Breakdowns on the likes of Lance Leonard, Marnie, and Al Woodbridge.Cowards: This title is MINE! Action shots of the double-DQ finish of the #1 Contender’s match are shown.Ross: At Night of the Immortals, there can be only one winner! More action shots as the music builds to a tense flourish. The action shots speed up until finally they are mere flashes of motion and color. There is a WHOOSH as the screen clears again and the National Title is shown against a smoking background.Man: One winner. One champion. One…Immortal. **************************************************************** The crowd is abuzz as the screen comes back from the promo. Michael Buffer is standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, and he waits for several seconds before speaking.Buffer: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a triple threat match for the CCW NATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! The crowd gives a huge pop.Ross: Business is about to pick up, ladies and gentlemen! Buffer: Introducing first… “Born in the USA” hits to an absolutely tremendous pop. Slowly, a pickup truck comes out from behind the curtain, causing the crowd to erupt louder still. The truck is clearly being driven by the “Heartland Hero” Al Woodbridge!Ross: A pickup truck?! Al Woodbridge has just driven a pickup truck into this arena! Buffer: From Chillicothe, Ohio, weighing in at 247 pounds, he is the “Heartland Hero”, ladies and gentlemen, he is…AL WOODBRIDGE! Woodbridge drives the rest of the way down the ramp and slowly enters the ring, taunting to further pops from the crowd. The cheers quickly turn to boos as “Run Like Hell” by Pink Floyd hits, and Cowards emerges from behind the curtain, National Title around his waist. He looks disdainfully at the fans as he slowly makes his way down to the ring.Buffer: From Hereford, England, weighing in at 257 pounds, he is the CCW National Heavyweight Champion…Cowards! Cowards reaches the ring and takes off the title, the crowd still booing as he begins stretching in one corner. The lights all go out abruptly to a loud pop as strobes begin filling the arena. As Griffin Young bursts through the curtain, looking positively vicious, the crowd comes unglued.Buffer: AND from Winston-Salem, North Carolina, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is “The Overlooked Soldier”…GRIFFIN YOUNG! Ross: After a month plus of being completely under the CCW radar, Griffin Young makes his return to the CCW ring here tonight, on the biggest night in this company’s brief but fantastic history! Young actually runs to the ring, forgoing the specifics of his normal routine, and stands directly in the center of the ring, staring at Cowards intently before counting down at him, and eventually leading to the trademark blast of pyro. The lights come back on, and Young immediately charges Cowards, taking him down and viciously punching him as Woodbridge looks on!DING DING DING! Ross: We’re underway, and bahgawd Griffin Young has come to fight! Young gets off of Cowards, who is thoroughly stunned, and turns to the Heartland Hero. The crowd begins cheering as they stare each other down.Heyman: These two have an unsettled score, JR! Remember their last match? Cowards destroyed both of them! Ross: I can tell you one thing, Paul, there’ll be no question who the better msn is after tonight if they have anything to say about it…AND HERE WE GO! Woodbridge and Young have started a furious exchange of blows that eventually sends them toppling over the ropes to the outside! They continue brawling for what seems an eternity until Woodbridge stuns Young with a nasty forearm shot to the head. Woodbridge throws Young back in the ring and follows him, only to be greeted by Cowards, who has risen from Young’s attack. Cowards quickly gains the advantage over the still tired Woodbridge, and hits a quick scoop slam. Cowards stomps Woodbridge several times before turning his attention to Griffin Young. Kicking Young in the gut, Cowards brings him up, over, and down with a quick vertical suplex. The crowd boos loudly as the champion taunts, standing tall in the center of the ring.Heyman: And that’s why he’s the champ! That’s why he’s gonna walk away with the gold yet again! Cowards is so busy taunting that he fails to notice both Young and Woodbridge rising simultaneously behind him. The crowd cheers loudly as Young taps Cowards on the shoulder, who turns and is greeted by a fist from Young. As Cowards staggers sideways, he is hit by Woodbridge, and before long the two faces are punching the champion back and forth between them as the crowd laughs and cheers.Heyman: This is a crime! This shouldn’t be happening! Ross: Oh please! This is a triple threat! Three men, anything goes! The Cowards beatdown finally ends as the National Champion falls over after a vicious haymaker from Woodbridge. Woodbridge taunts, only to be blindsided by a haymaker from Young! The crowd half cheers and half boos as Young clutches the stunned Woodbridge and nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex!Heyman: I guess you’re right, JR! Anything goes! Young remains on the offensive, lifting up Cowards and whipping him off the ropes. Cowards is nearly knocked out of his boots as Young clotheslines him as he comes back. Young covers…ONE! NO! Cowards quickly kicks out, and Woodbridge grabs Young from behind, hitting him with a back suplex! Woodbridge follows up on Cowards, stomping his arm several times before locking in an armbar submission!Ross: And now every one of these men has shown dominance at some point in this match! Cowards screams in pain as Woodbridge locks the hold in further. Young stands, simply staring at Woodbridge and Cowards as though only intending to break the hold if Cowards looks ready to tap!Heyman: I must admit, this is pretty devious and ingenious strategy by Young! He’s letting the other two wear each other down so that he can easily capitalize when the time comes! Cowards slowly inches his way to the ropes, refusing to tap. As soon as he reaches the bottom rope with his free arm, Young attacks Woodbridge as Cowards rolls out of the ring, presumably hoping to recuperate. Young sets up Woodbridge in a suplex position, but Woodbridge blocks and reverses into a suplex of his own! Woodbridge stomps Young’s stomach viciously several times before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. He gets into a 3 point stance and hits Young with an absolutely animalistic shoulder tackle in the corner. The tackle is so vicious that two of the turnbuckle pads burst, forcing the back of Young’s sternum into the three steel turnbuckles. Young slumps down, only to be subjected to more boots to the breadbasket from Woodbridge. The crowd gasps and even boos slightly as a trickle of blood oozes from the side of Young’s mouth!Ross: Good lord I think Griffin Young is bleeding internally! Woodbridge goes to the outside of the ring where Cowards still is and attacks him from behind. Stunning the Hereford native, Woodbridge continues the offensive with several dizzying haymakers. The crowd begins to be on edge as Cowards staggers towards the parked pickup truck Woodbridge drove into the arena earlier and Woodbridge smiles devilishly!Ross: No way! What could the Heartland Hero have planned here?! Woodbridge finally grabs Cowards by the hair and smacks his head against the hood of the car several times. He then rolls Cowards on top of the hood and follows, standing over the champion. Woodbridge picks him up and kicks him in the gut, pulling him into a powerbomb position on top of the truck!Heyman: No! No! Someone stop this! Woodbridge mercilessly lifts Cowards above his head and powerbombs the MoPW member right on the windshield of the pickup truck!CRACK! “OH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Ross: Good god Cowards has been broken in half! Woodbridge taunts on the top of the truck, leaving Cowards a seemingly broken mess on top of the now destroyed windshield of the pickup truck. Cowards’s back is bleeding, dozens of cuts having been made by the shards of glass. As Woodbridge heads back toward the ring, he is greeted by Griffin Young, who fights with renewed vigor, seeming as though the taste of his own blood has made him angry! Woodbridge is taken by surprise, and so Young quickly gains the advantage. He whips Woodbridge face first into the steel post and quickly follows up, running forward and booting Woodbridge in the back of the head, forcing the front of his face harder into the steel post!“OH!” Young falls to one knee clutching his midsection as Woodbridge slumps over, clutching his face and his clearly broken nose. Cowards is beginning to stir on the truck as the crowd buzzes at the flurry of action. Young slowly makes his way back into the ring and slumps against the ropes, hoping to regain some energy. Cowards is slowly making his way back to the ring, and he viciously stomps on Woodbridge’s injured face as the crowd boos and Cowards reenters the ring. Cowards and Young stand across from each other, both breathing heavily. They face off in the center of the ring and begin a sluggish exchange of blows. Both men are sluggish, but both swing with great power and determination. Cowards wins the exchange, but both Cowards and Young fall slightly to their knees for several seconds. Cowards gets up first, and bounces off the ropes, running vertically towards Young and getting into a spear position, when out of nowhere Woodbridge hits a truly epic shoulderblock on the running Cowards from the other side!“OH!” Ross: What a move by Woodbridge! Good lord! Woodbridge goes to cover Cowards…ONE! TWO! NO! Young breaks up the count and begins attacking Woodbridge in a desperate manner. He tosses Woodbridge off the ropes and kicks him in the midsection. Moving to Woodbridge’s side, Young grabs his head and drives his already injured face into the mat with a thunderous bulldog headlock! Young then grabs Cowards and whips him off the ropes as well and grabs him by the throat!Ross: If Griffin Young hits the Breakdown it’s all over! Heyman: No! Get out of it, champ! Hang on! You can do it! Weakened by all of his exertion and his internal injuries, Young hesitates in delivering the Breakdown, and Cowards is able to kick him below the belt in order to counter!“OH!” Young doubles over and Cowards quickly pulls Young into a Tormentation Brainbuster position! Cowards delivers the move perfectly and with devastating force! Woodbridge is still moving weakly on the mat, clearly still suffering from Young’s bulldog directly on his bruised, broken face! Cowards weakly covers Young!ONE! Heyman: It’s all over! It’s all over! TWO! Ross: Come on kid! You can do it! Kick out! Kick out! THRE- NOOO! Ross: YES! YOUNG KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! IT’S NOT OVER! The crowd positively erupts as Young rolls his shoulder off of the canvas. Woodbridge has recovered and he quickly tosses the still weak Young from the ring. The canvas is stained with blood, as Cowards’s back, the inside of Young’s mouth, and Woodbridge’s nose are all bleeding profusely. As Woodbridge and Cowards both stand, the crowd begins cheering raucously in appreciation of the viciousness and competitive spirit held by all of the competitors.Ross: Good god almighty look at the state of these gladiators! Woodbridge and Cowards start an exchange of blows. Woodbridge eventually wins and, showing a true mean streak, begins punching viciously at Cowards’s horribly lacerated back. Woodbridge grapples the Hereford Bull, and moves to set him up in a vertical suplex position. However, Cowards swings over, grasping at Woodbridge’s head and, showing tremendous inventiveness, manages to swing Woodbridge over in a rough DDT! Before Cowards can cover Woodbridge, Young grabs him from behind and hits him with a Call to Greatness! However, Young screams, grabbing his injured midsection and coughing up more blood!Ross: Griffin Young is in need of immediate medical attention here, for the love of God! EMT’s rush down to the ring as Young falls to his knees, blood oozing from his mouth. At first Young lashes out at the EMT’s like an animal, but before long he collapses completely, the EMT’s half supporting, half carrying Young to the back as the crowd cheers like mad.Crowd: “THANK YOU GRIFFIN! THANK YOU GRIFFIN!” Ross: This crowd is going crazy! The dedication and grit shown by this young star are almost inhuman! Heyman: I’ll give the devil his due JR! This kid has proved he wants to and should be in the mix for this title here tonight! The applause continues as Griffin limps to the back with the support of the EMT’s. Cowards and Woodbridge are stirring as Griffin salutes the crows and they pop louder than ever.Ross: Griffin Young is out of this match, but by God he deserves another shot, and soon! Until then, the show must go on! Let’s crown a champion! Cowards and Woodbridge face each other and nod before beginning an exchange of punches, which Woodbridge manages to win. He whips Cowards into one corner and, standing on the second rope, commences a 10-punch style attack. The crowd counts along as Woodbridge hits 10 punches and Cowards falls forward. Woodbridge drags Cowards out to the center of the ring and locks him into a vicious, neck-torquing chinlock submission! Cowards grimaces in pain as Woodbridge locks the hold in with more gusto, wearing down the National Champion!Ross: If Woodbridge keeps this up, Cowards just might tap! Slowly, agonizingly, Cowards gets to his knees and then slowly stands, aiming several elbows at Woodbridge’s breadbasket. Woodbridge is forced to break the hold as Cowards follows up, wrapping his arms around Woodbridge and falling backwards, hitting a thunderous side suplex! Cowards goes to cover…ONE! TWO! NO! Cowards picks up Woodbridge, not missing a beat, and whips him off the ropes. Woodbridge ducks Cowards’s clothesline attempt, and manages to immediately spin, converting all his forward momentum into a teeth-shifting side kick!“OH!” Woodbridge covers…ONE! TWO! NO! Woodbridge stomps Cowards’s head after he kicks out, and quickly picks him up. Grabbing the champion and whipping him into the corner again, this time the de-padded one, Woodbridge taunts, and, taking Cowards up to the top rope, hits a beautiful Downbound Train!“OH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Ross: Good lord what grace and impact by Al Woodbridge! Woodbridge covers…ONE! TWO! THRE- NO! Heyman: Cowards kicked out! He’s still champion! Ross: For now, maybe! How much more can these men possibly have left? Woodbridge pounds the canvas in frustration. He’s too exhausted to stand at first, and so both men lie there, breathing heavily and bleeding. The referee doesn’t count, with the match still technically a Triple Threat. It’s several seconds before Woodbridge begins to stand, Cowards still down on the mat. Woodbridge weakly lifts the Brit back to his feet, and aims a roundhouse kick at the Herefordian’s head, but Cowards blocks, and clotheslines Woodbridge down to the mat with truly Herculean force! The clothesline is so vicious that the crowd audibly reacts, figuring the match to be over. Cowards weakly drapes himself over Woodbridge…ONE! TWO! THRE- NO! Ross: Good god this match STILL isn’t over! You can clearly see what this title means! Cowards pounds the mat now, and pulls himself to his feet almost completely thanks to the ropes. Woodbridge slowly stirs as well, clawing his way to his feet. Cowards grabs Woodbridge’s arm and whips him off the ropes. Cowards aims another clothesline at Woodbridge as the Heartland Hero runs back, but Woodbridge ducks, and as he comes back again, both Cowards and Woodbridge go for clotheslines at exactly the same moment, the end result being that both men are subjected to terrible impact, and both hit the mat at exactly the same moment, not moving!Ross: Both of these men are completely and utterly exhausted…wait just a damn minute! WHAT THE HELL?! The crowd, who had been becoming restless due to the lack of action, cheer for all they’re worth as Griffin Young, battered, broken, and heavily taped around the midsection, walks back down to the ring!Ross: GRIFFIN YOUNG IS BACK! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY THIS KID WILL NOT DIE! The crowd is still popping frenziedly as Young reenters the ring as both Cowards and Woodbridge stand. Driven by furious determination, Young begins mercilessly striking both of his foes. He spits blood in Cowards’s face to a tremendous pop from the crowd before nearly decapitating him with a lariat. Turning his attention to Woodbridge, Young whips the Heartland Hero off the ropes, nailing him with a spine-crushing powerslam!Ross: Griffin Young is cleaning house here! Young gives a primal scream of victory as he stands tall, the crowd nearly deafening. Young walks back over to Cowards, intending to pick him up, but before he can completely, Cowards hits Young with a low blow!“OH!” As Young doubles over, Cowards whips him into the damaged turnbuckle, clearly exhausted. Woodbridge has rolled out of the ring, nursing his back after Young’s thunderous powerslam. Cowards taunts, motioning as though he intends to spear Griffin into the now-exposed steel turnbuckle.Ross: No! If Cowards hits this on Young he could damage Young’s organs! For God’s sakes! Cowards runs to spear Young…Heyman: Yes! It’s over! And Young dodges! Young escapes the predicament at the last possible moment, Cowards meeting the steel post shoulder first with tremendous force! Cowards staggers backward, screaming in pain and clutching his shoulder, unaware that Griffin Young is directly behind him, methodically counting down 3 fingers!Ross: Here it comes! Here it comes! Heyman: No! Cowards, look behind you! Cowards does indeed look behind him, only to be greeted by a murderous Griffin Young, who audibly shouts “TIME TO DIE YOUNG, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” and grabs the Champion by the throat and spins him around, hitting a Breakdown so forceful that the very ring itself shakes!Ross: Yes! Breakdown! It’s over! Young covers emphatically…ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING! The crowd explodes into an earth-shaking roar as “One Man Army” begins to play and Young raises his arms in victory.Buffer: Here is your winner…AND THE NEWWWWW CCW NATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE “OVERLOOKED SOLDIER”…GRIFFIN YOUNNNG! The crowd is absolutely electric as the ref hands Griffin the National Title. Young screams animalistically and smiles, thanking the crowd for their support as he climbs the turnbuckles, taunting and brandishing his new championship gold. The camera shows Al Woodbridge, who has crawled in the ring, looking disappointed but impressed at Griffin’s victory, and then to the broken Cowards, who seems to be unconscious.Ross: It’s been a long, arduous road, but Griffin Young has finally realized championship dreams here tonight! Bahgawd what an effort by all three men, but tonight, tonight was unequivocally Griffin Young’s night! Heyman: I’m the first man to discredit this kid, but I gotta say, tonight he proved he deserves every accolade he gets. Tonight the Overlooked Soldier insisted on being seen, and by God was he ever! But Young better not get complacent, he’s a marked man. He’d better be prepared to lose that title just as fast as he earned it! Ross: I don’t think Griffin Young will ever become complacent, Paul! This kid is here to stay! We’ll be back ladies and gentlemen, to CCW’s Night Of The Immortals! The camera zooms in on the still-beaming Griffin Young and then over to his new National Title as the screen slowly fades to black…
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:00:31 GMT
The shot opens to Vincent Reinhardt walking through the backstage area of the Georgia Dome. As usual he is clad in black but with the gold of his Global Tag Title belt appearing through the gap in his trench coat. He has a frustrated look on his face as he arrives at his locker room. The door is closed and smoke billows out of the gap at the bottom. Reinhardt smashes the door open and walks through the smoke.
As the smoke clears Reinhardt can see Donny Ramon sitting against a locker with a Cigar in hand. His title belt resting on his shoulder. Ramon seems surprised as Reinhardt stands over him.
Reinhardt: What in the hell is your problem. I thought there was a fire in here or something. Just because we're tag partners don't expect me to tolerate any stupid shit.
Ramon: You need to relax man. 'Cause that's exactly what I'm doing. Chilling out with some of my best Cubans. This is how I'm gonna relax before we kick Team Onslaught's ass. You understand my friend.
Reinhardt: Yeah whatever. You seen James.
Ramon: Our new pal didn't like the smoke so he went to train down the hall. He isn't a fan of such fine Cigars like you and I.
Reinhardt shakes his head in dismay as Ramon takes another puff.
Ramon: You know sometimes I think that's the only reason we get on.
Reinhardt nods and exits the locker room heading down the corridor. As he turns the corner he finds Joshua James performing some Hindu squats. Upon seeing the big man, James stops.
Reinhardt: Just checking your ready for our match tonight.
James has a determined look on his face as he answers Reinhardt.
James: I'm gonna make Steve Austin realize how much he messed up by making an enemy of me. I don't care if I have to snap Knight's arm. Hell even if I have to break Matthews ankle. If need be I'll kill The Wh_
Reinhardt cuts James off before he can finish the name.
Reinhardt: We're not exactly looking to commit a homicide tonight. We just wanna kick some ass and walk out as the victors.
James: Well I'm gonna make sure that happens. Tonight the three baddest men on the planet will be UNLEASHED!.
James then goes back to his Hindu squats. Reinhardt grins and then heads off to get prepared. Ramon can be heard coughing in the distance as the screen fades to black.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:01:31 GMT
The camera opens on a shot of JD Wheeler, Sophia Simpson, and Danny Ray sitting down watching TV in the DJ locker room. The relative peace in the room is soon interrupted as Full Metal Jack bursts into the locker room with an excited look on his face. He quickly makes his way to the group.FMJ: Hey guys! Guess what? I'm about to be on the TV. I ran short ad campaign for my American championship victory later tonight and it should be on right about now. Jack quickly sits down in an empty seat next to JD and looks at the TV.FMJ: Is that me?? Is that me right there?? JD stares at Jack for a couple of seconds.JD: It's a cartoon, Jack. Danny: Well he does have the brains of one. Sophia: Jack, are you seriously saying to you have advertisement airing right now for all to see? FMJ: Well, just the people who are watching CCW right now. Here, give me the remote. Jack takes the remote from JD's hand and begins flipping through the channels until he finds what he's looking for.FMJ: Oh here it is! This it guys. Listen. Suddenly, the camera fades out and a blank screen appears....
Melodramatic music begins playing as various images of Chris 6yxx in action begins flashing on the screen.
Voiceover: Chris 6yxx.....
More images flash on the screen.
Voiceover: America, this man is your current champion.
Images of Chris 6yxx with holding the American title flash. The images continue as the guy doing voiceover continues to speak.
Voiceover: For the past three months, Chris 6yxx has sent the message to America that he is a household name. That he is the best wrestler in CCW today. He brings ratings to Onslaught. He is the best looking man in CCW. He is entertainment. He is the Enigma.
He is the greatest American champion in CCW history.
Suddenly the music stops.
Voiceover: BUT....is he really?
The music picks up again and this time images of the evil acts and well....the failures of Chris 6yxx begin flashing across the screen.
Voiceover: Chris 6yxx gives off the appearance of a respectable champion. In reality though, there is an underlining evil that radiates in every spoken word and every action.
Words appear in the middle of the screen.
Voiceover: On the January 19th edition of Onslaught, Chris 6yxx said: "FULL METAL JACK AND JOSHUA JAMES ARE NO M ATCH FOR M Y GOD GIVEN TALENT."[/b] All the letters disappear except for the red ones. Those three letters then grow bigger and rearrange themselves to form a new word.GAYThe word disappears and a new set of words appear.
Voiceover: On the December 22nd episode of Onslaught, Chris 6yxx said:"WITHOUT CHR IS 6YXX AND THE REVOLUTION, ONSL AUGHT SIM PLY WOULDN'T EXIS T."[/b] Once again, only the red letters soon remain and rearrange themselves to form a new word.RAPISTThe word disappears and another set appears.
Voiceover: On December 8th episode of Onslaught, Chris 6yxx said:" CHRIS 6YXX IS THE HOLDER OF THE MOST PR ESTIGIOUS TITLE IN ALL OF CONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING."[/b] The red letters remain and form another word.INCESTOne more time.
Voiceover: Just a few minutes ago, Chris 6yxx said:"YOU WILL LE ARN NOT TO FUCK WITH CH RIS 6 YXX."[/b] Lather. Rinse. Repeat.FAIRYVoiceover: Scary huh? But that's not all. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters in Chris 6yxx......and then add a few and..umm..remove a couple, it spells out.......
The words appear on the screen.KIM JONG-IL Voiceover: So America, when you go out today and elect your next American champion, think about this. If you vote for Chris 6yxx, the creator of AIDS......who are you really voting for?
An image appears on the screen.Voiceover: Fuck 6yxx.....
Vote Jack.[/center] The camera shot fades back into a shot of Dallas Justice in the locker room. Jack is sitting there all excited while JD, Sophia, and Danny just stare in disbelief.FMJ: So what did y'all think? The others look at each other trying to figure out the right words....hell....ANY words to say. JD looks at Jack who's waiting for an answer. JD looks back to the others.JD: Justice meeting. The three get up and head over to other side of the room. Jack follows.....JD: Uhh...no Jack. Just sit back down. FMJ: Oh...OK then. Jack sits back down and JD turns to others so they can talk amongst themselves.Sophia: Oh my god. What the hell was that? JD: Now guys, he's doing his best OK? We shouldn't hurt his feelings this time because he's got to stay positive for his title match. Now think of something nice to say about it. Danny: How about at least the Energizer Bunny didn't run across the screen? JD: Be nice for once! We'll just say that uh....ummm.....that....we.....we uh.....w-w-we didn't see it. Danny looks over at Jack, who's closing his eyes and seeing if he can touch his fingertips together.Danny: That actually might work. The gang heads back over to their seats.JD: Now Jack.....about that ad..... A knock is heard at the door.FMJ: Hold that thought JD. I want y'all to meet someone. Jack heads over to the door and opens it. Standing in front of him is a beautiful woman dressed in a buisness suit and wearing a "VOTE JACK" pin. Jack welcomes her in and brings her over to the group.FMJ: Everybody, I want y'all to meet my campaign manager: Kathy Byrd. I hired her a couple of weeks ago. JD: Umm...hi. Sophia: Nice to...meet you. Danny: (Trying to hold back the laughter) You've got to me kidding me. Kathy: It's great meeting all of y'all. Jack has told me so much about you. JD: I'm sure he has. Sophia: Jack, you hired a campaign manager? FMJ: Of course. You didn't think I could do this campaign by myself did you? The others nod in agreement.Kathy: Well Jack, there's no more time to talk. We've got to get your image ready for tonight. You've got to look like a real American champion. FMJ: Alright then. I'll see you guys later. Only the next time, I'll have the American title around my waist. Jack and Kathy start to head out the door.JD: Go get'em Jack. I've got all the confidence in you. Jack and Kathy exit the room.JD: Oh my god. JD slumps into his chair and rubs the temples of his forehead. Sophia tries to comfort him while Danny no longer can hold back his laughter.
Fade to black.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:02:18 GMT
CCW cameras take us backstage to a shot at CCW American Heavyweight Champion "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx
Loud Chorus of Boos
6yxx: Feast your eyes people! Feast your eyes on greatness! Feast your eyes on the holder of the most prestigious title in all of wrestling! Feast your eyes on..."The Enigma"!
Jam-Packed crowd Boos as 6yxx adjusts his title on his shoulder
6yxx: I vowed to make my mark in CCW the first day I arrived. Fast forward a few months later and look at me now. Glances at his title I stand before you the CCW American Heavyweight Champion.
Pauses for a few and lets out a chuckle
6yxx: I am a household name! I brought both ratings and a revolution! And now once again I will do what I do best...win. Thats all I know and that is what I am good at.
6yxx: You'd figure that at an event like this, a person of my stature would be faced with a daunting obstacle. But...NO! I am pitted in a match with a roided up freak named Full...Metal...Jack!
Pop from the Crowd and "Vote Jack: chants ring out
6yxx: Why dont you people do yourselves a favor and shut up!
Crowd quickly changes and Boos 6yxx
6yxx: Understand that tonight you are going to be in the presence of the most entertaining and best looking superstar in CCW!
"Asshole" chants come about in the arena
6yxx: As I was saying before, Jack is not a formidable opponent...hell he aint even in my league. Jack should save all the trouble and walk his ass out of the damn arena. This shouldnt even be called "Night of The Immortals" "The Enigma" is the only immortal in this business!
Jeers
6yxx: In case you didnt see what I did to Joshua James' pathetic self on Onslaught, I cracked him in the head with a steel chair and dont think for a SECOND that I wont do the same thing to you Jack. You will learn not to fuck with Chris 6yxx.
6yxx: I gurantee that "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx will do what he does best...win. I will walk out as I entered...CCW American Heavyweight Champion. And...you...can... BELIEVE THAT !!!!
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:03:23 GMT
CCW AMERICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP [/CENTER][/color] Bruce Buffer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall . . . and it is for the CCW American Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger . . ." The lights along the Pay-Per-View set, and above the ring, fade out to black before re-illuminating in a red, white, and blue pattern. American flags unfurl from around all sections of the arena, and drop down into view amidst a thunderous applause as "Stars & Stripes Forever" begins playing over the loudspeakers; forcing those who aren't cheering to look in extreme confusion.
After a few seconds, Full Metal Jack is raised into view from a platform underneath the stage . . . still wearing his Apollo Creed getup, mind you . . . and holding sparklers in both hands. These sparklers, in turn, set of an amazing fireworks display that goes off without a hitch directly behind Jack; which, in turn, leads into Metallica's "I Disappear". Jack then spreads his arms out, lets out a primal scream, and jumps up and down in place to further pump up the capacity crowd before stepping forward to make his way down the aisle . . .Buffer: "From Dallas, Texas . . . weighing in at two hundred and ninety one pounds. Representing Dallas Justice . . . FULL METAL JACK!" Jack slaps hands with as many of his fellow Americans as possible before reaching the ringside area, and jogging up onto the apron via the section of steel stairs to his left. He then enters the ring through the gap of the top and middle ropes, let's out one last primal scream to keep the people interested, and makes his way toward the southeast corner to wait patiently for his opponent.
His music fades out as he removes the unnecessary elements of his ring attire . . . and "Burn In My Light" hits seconds later to an instantaneous chorus of boos.Buffer: "And, his opponent . . ." Blue sparks begin raining down onto the stage from above the entrance opening as Chris 6yxx strolls his way out into view from the gorilla position. With the American Heavyweight Championship title belt wrapped tightly around his waist, he stops at the head of the ramp to sneer toward those who oppose his ways before throwing his arms overhead in his trademark pose.Buffer: "From Miami, Florida . . . weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds. Representing the Revolution, he is the reigning, and defending, CCW American HEAVYWEIGHT Champion . . . 'The Enigma', Chris 6YXX!" 6yxx remains in his pose for a few seconds longer as the sparks die down, and then allows his arms to fall back to their sides as he steps forward to begin making his way down the aisle. He keeps his eyes focused on the challenger to his Championship the entire way, and continues this as he then slides inside the ring underneath the bottom rope. From there, 6yxx then performs his trademark pose to yet another negative reaction, before unlatching his prized possession from around his waist. 6yxx kisses the faceplate of the Championship, and hands it over to the official before turning to face the northwest corner.
6yxx hops up onto the second turnbuckle pad of the corner, and performs his signature taunt for a third time as his music fades out. He remains in this position as the official then holds the belt overhead to signify the importance of the contest, and doesn't stop until the bell is ultimately rung.
The match is now officially underway . . .DING! DING! DING!6yxx hops back down to the canvas, and arrogantly stretches his neck muscles before turning to face his opponent. Jack and 6yxx square off in the center of the ring, the crowd buzzing at the buildup of the match. Jack stares directly down at 6yxx, clearly using his size advantage to intimidate the champion. The crowd “OH”s as Jack punches 6yxx and 6yxx falls to the mat, clearly unprepared for the impact. Jack laughs as 6yxx tries to scramble backwards in a graceful and dignified fashion, though the crowd knows he is running away from Wheeler’s comrade. 6yxx cockily walks back over to Jack, trying to play off his previous loss of dignity, and quickly fires off a punching combination Jack’s way. Jack is unprepared and thus stunned by the assault, and 6yxx uses his speed and agility advantage to continue the attack. 6yxx kicks Jack in the midsection, causing him to double over, but as 6yxx goes for a side bulldog, Jack locks his position with his power, and then grabs 6yxx and hits him with a thunderous back suplex.Matthews: Chris needs to be more careful here, he’ll never be able to outpower Full Metal Jack! Jack begins stomping 6yxx furiously and then picks him up, whipping him off of the ropes. 6yxx ducks the FMJ clothesline attempt and, as he runs back, shows tremendous agility, hitting an absolutely thunderous spinning heel kick right on Jack’s chin, causing the big man to crash to the mat!“OH!” Malenko: At the same time, Jack better not get complacent! There’s more than one way to skin a cat! 6yxx quickly covers…ONE! NO! Jack kicks out with authority but 6yxx continues on the offensive, putting the big man in a chin lock to wear him down. Jack grimaces in pain as 6yxx cranks the hold with all of his power. However, before long, FMJ is able to use his size advantage to stand. After a single elbow in the breadbasket from Jack, 6yxx doubles over, and Jack follows up with a standing boot right into the head of the American Champion!“OH!” Jack covers…ONE! NO! 6yxx kicks out with authority, and as Jack pulls him back up, 6yxx aims a kick right at the back of Jack’s leg. The aim is true as Jack yells and clutches his leg, and 6yxx follows up with a quick double-leg takedown into a leg grapevine submission hold!Malenko: Not only is Chris 6yxx showing tremendous speed here, but also tremendous strategy! Taking a big man off his feet is one of the best ways to get the W when you’re clearly outmatched in power and size! Jack screams in pain as 6yxx wrenches his leg, and 6yxx continues upping the pressure for several seconds before Jack manages to roll over completely onto his back. Eventually, Jack is able to aim boots at 6yxx’s head. After several shots, 6yxx falls over, thoroughly dazed, and Jack slowly rises, slightly nursing his injured leg. As 6yxx stands the rest of the way, the two begin another exchange of blows. This time Jack comes out the winner, and picks up 6yxx into an authoritative powerslam. 6yxx rolls out of the ring before Jack is able to follow up. The ref begins counting as 6yxx walks around outside the ring, trying to pull himself together.ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! At this point, 6yxx begins walking to the back as the crowd boos loudly!Matthews: 6yxx is just trying to escape with his title intact! Jack quickly figures out what 6yxx is up to and slides out of the ring, attacking him from behind to a tremendous pop! He beats 6yxx with slow, measured strikes, and as they get closer to the ring, Jack whips 6yxx toward the steel steps. However, 6yxx, showing tremendous agility, jumps up on top of the steps before he hits them and jumps backwards, aiming a flying elbow. However, Jack is again one step ahead and pushes 6yxx forward, so he lands painfully right on the hard floor!“OH!” Matthews: What an exchange there! Jack tosses 6yxx back into the ring contemptuously before following the champion back into the ring. As 6yxx nurses his back, Jack lays the boots to him before whipping him powerfully into the turnbuckle. Jack runs to follow up with a shoulderblock, but 6yxx leapfrogs in place, avoiding the contact an eventually rolling through into a schoolboy pin with a handful of tights!ONE! TWO! NO! Jack kicks out and looks furious at 6yxx’s attempt to steal the match, but 6yxx is far from unnerved by Jack’s murderous glare. To the contrary, 6yxx seems to regain a bit of spring in his step as the two begin another exchange of blows. It’s fast and furious, but in the end 6yxx is able to gain the advantage. After a quick grapple, 6yxx hits a stunning European Uppercut, and follows up by clinching Jack’s head in a DDT position. However, Jack manages to block, pushing 6yxx backwards and away from him. Jack grabs one of 6yxx’s arms as he staggers backward, pulling the champion back toward him and clotheslining him damn near out of his boots!“OH!” Jack covers…ONE! TWO! NO! 6yxx kicks out more weakly than before, but still with some authority. Jack picks 6yxx up and easily lifts him in both arms, hoisting him over his shoulders and walking him over to the turnbuckles as though attempting a turnbuckle snake eyes!Matthews: Good Lord the power of Full Metal Jack is astonishing! However, before Jack is able to drop 6yxx, 6yxx reverses, pushing the big man powerfully into the top turnbuckle and, as he staggers backwards, grabbing him and pulling him down straight into the champ’s knees, the end result being a devastating-looking backcracker!“OH!” Malenko: And just like that, a reversal of fortunes! 6yxx covers…ONE! TWO! NO! Jack kicks out, looking pained by the attack. 6yxx stays on the attack, sitting Jack up and connecting with 2 spine-rattling soccer style kicks to the back. Grabbing both of Jack’s arms, 6yxx buries a knee into Jack’s back, causing the big man to scream in agony. The crowd begins to cheer loudly, hoping to get Jack back into the match. Jack refuses to submit as the ref checks him, and slowly, agonizingly, the Dallas Justice member begins to reverse the hold. Eventually Jack manages to stand up and turn to 6yxx, aiming a kick at the champion’s midsection. 6yxx doubles over, and Jack quickly pulls him into a powerbomb position. Jack yells with effort and power, lifting the Revolution member above his shoulders and bringing him down to the mat with a powerbomb so fierce it folds the champion up like an accordion!“OH!” Jack falls on 6yxx, clearly fairly exhausted, and covers…ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Matthews: Oh, almost a change in title there! Jack pounds the mat in frustration and picks up 6yxx again. Whipping 6yxx off the ropes, Jack goes for a big boot, but 6yxx is able to stop his forward momentum and catches Jack’s foot, slamming an elbow down on Jack’s knee. As Jack screams in pain, 6yxx quickly pulls Jack into an overhead belly-to-back suplex!“OH!” Malenko: There you see 6yxx working over the injured back of his opponent. Great in-ring strategy by “The Enigma”! Instead of covering Jack, 6yxx picks him up again and kicks him in the gut. As Jack doubles over, 6yxx clinches him into a DDT position and successfully executes, driving the challenger’s head straight into the mat! 6yxx covers…ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Jack weakly kicks out as 6yxx complains loudly to the referee. The crowd cheers raucously as Jack pounds the mat rhythmically, clearly trying to get some adrenaline pumping through his body. Jack stands as The Enigma ceases his grievances with the ref, and the two begin a sluggish but powerful exchange of blows. 6yxx gains the advantage and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Jack blocks, spinning him back in the other direction. Jack goes for a clothesline as 6yxx spins around, but 6yxx reverses also, ducking the clothesline and running through slightly, eventually hitting a thunderous back kick!“OH!” Amazingly, however, Jack doesn’t fall, simply staggering backwards. Syxx follows up, grabbing Jack underneath the chin and going for a 6yxxth Sense, but Jack reverses, pushing 6yxx away and then running off the ropes, hitting a thunderous big boot to the back of The Enigma’s head as he comes back!“OH!” Matthews: Good Lord I think 6yxx is unconscious! Jack grabs the limp 6yxx and lifts him above his head, seemingly going for the Full Metal Driver, but somehow 6yxx reverses and manages to successfully hit the 6yxxth Sense!Malenko: 6yxxth Sense! It’s over! But 6yxx falls out of covering range of Jack. It is several seconds later when 6yxx begins to crawl over to Jack and make the cover…ONE! TWO! THRE- NO! Matthews: Jack kicked out! Absolutely unbelievable! 6yxx looks positively shocked and is unable to act for several seconds in a combination of exhaustion and dismay. When 6yxx finally does move, FMJ is up to one knee, and both men stand simultaneously. An exchange of blows sees 6yxx come out on top, and he rears back for a 6yxteen Candles superkick, but Jack blocks, pulling 6yxx toward him and locking him into a Full Metal Driver, which he hits with devastating force!Malenko: Beautiful ring presence! This thing just might be over! Jack slowly covers…ONE! TWO! THREE! Matthews: Yes! Buffer: Here is your winner…and the NEWWW CCW AMERICAN HEAVTWEIGHT CHAMPION…FULL METAL JACK! The crowd is raucous as “I Disappear” blares and Jack raises his arms in exhausted victory. The referee hands Jack the title as the rest of Dallas Justice rushes down to the ring to celebrate with their comrade. 6yxx looks to be unconscious as the celebrations continue.Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, there was an incredible effort put out by both of these men tonight, but Full Metal Jack just proved to be too much for “The Enigma”, and so he leaves Night of the Immortals the new American Champion! Malenko: But one has to wonder how The Wh_ and the Revolution will react to this? Losing the title might just be the least of 6yxx’s worries! Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be right back with more NIGHT OF THE IMMORTALS!
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:04:03 GMT
The camera cuts backstage, where Paul Hill is doing pull-ups in a the doorway to his lockerroom. Hill is in his ring gear, and as the camera watches, finishes his set before dropping down. His face deep in thought, the grizzled veteran sits on a bench and stares at his hands, running through game plans, strategies and scenarios.
As he does, Nick Kelly slithers into the room, looking a little anxious.
Kelly: Paul Hill, in a few short moments, you will face British Lion, Lance Leonard and the Champion, Josh Violence for the CCW World Heavyweight Championship. How are you feeling?
Hill doesn't move from his stance, but speaks anyway.
Hill: Nick, this company has been through a lot together. And in the coming weeks, it will go through a lot more. But there has always been one constant in Continental Championship Wrestling, one constant in this business. Me. When you think back the days this company was in it's infancy, the most prominent name on the roster was Paul Hill. And when I finally made my return to professional wrestling, it was the biggest news in company history.
And ever since then, the company has grown, and grown, and grown. And at the forefront of that growth, has been Paul Hill. And who better to lead this company through yet another transitional period, than me? You see, last week, I was a beaten man, a man that was contemplating retirement. And as I was locked in the Kraken, and the life was slowly ebbing from my body, I was about ready to quit. To tap out, and then walk out.
But as I was about to slap the mat, I realised I wasn't done. If the highlight moment of my career is getting slapped around by an impotent trucker, I'm clearly not done with it yet. And so I find myself here, tonight. About to go in to the biggest match of my life, with renewed focus. With renewed dedication. When that bell rings, and my arm is raised, complete with the World Heavyweight Championship, the company will once again be in the safest of hands. The title will mean more than it ever has.
So you see, without disrespecting any of my opponents, tonight is MY night. It's a chance for redemption, and a chance for evolution. The evolution of Paul Hill ends tonight. The evolution of CCW begins tonight. They say change is good.
They ain't seen nothing yet.
Kelly looks confused as Hill gets up and walks out of the room.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:04:47 GMT
'Captain Charisma' Adam Matthews is shown in the locker room sitting on a bench. He's just finished lacing up his boots as the camera zooms in on his face. He looks up with a determined look and begins talking.
Matthews: I'm not one for brand unity but...
He pauses, waiting for the right words to come to them.
Matthews:...tonight is about more than brand unity. You see, i don't really care all that much about Onslaught to be completely honest but let's face it, it's far better than Unleashed. Although it is true that the best on Onslaught are just average compared to me, the best on Unleashed suck. I was champ and would still be champ on that show if I hadn't gotten bored. That's right, I got bored. There was really no competition on that show and I want to be challenged. After a while, I needed to start fresh. I proved I was best by even winning my last match on that show on a PPV against one of their top talents.
Matthews laughs to himself.
Matthews: If that's what you can call it. Tonight, every fan in this arena will see Team Onslaught and see greatness and Knight and The Wh...
Matthews sneezes before he can finish the name and just continues his thought
Matthews:...are going to be there too. Unleashed will be exposed for what it is: a fraud. Tonight, everyone in the arena will remember this: ain't nobody dope as me.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:05:22 GMT
The screen fades in from black, & opens up to a shot of the parking lot area.
After a few seconds have passed, the screen distorts with a 2nd fade until we are treated to a view of the side of the arena.
A few seconds more, & a 3rd fade greets us with a close-up of a man in a black hooded sweatshirt; a burning cigarette hanging loosely from the right corner of his mouth. The hood is up, & covering most of his face . . . but that doesn't stop anyone from coming to the realization that it is, in fact, The Body Count's D.C. Blood.
He only chooses to acknowledge the cameraman's presence at his own convenience; inhaling from the filter of his smoke, & blowing outward in a long, drawn out manner, before clearing his throat to begins speaking:
D.C. Blood: "Last week, I completely destroyed the pathetic pile of afterbirth that they call "Crazy Kidd".
The Kidd never has been, and never will be a considerbale threat to me at any point in time; and after the pain he endured last week at my hands, and the hands of his own stupidity, he will never be a considerable threat to anyone ever again.
My malicious behavior is proof positive why I belong here, in CCW. My strategic offense is proof positive why I walk around with the amount of confidence that I do, as I am truly one to behold. I am a force to be reckoned with, which explains the amount of confidence that radiates from my being . . . the pre-conceived notion of my greatness . . . and, in turn, warrants any and every amount of praise in which I have received in my short career."
Blood chortles at the thought of just how badly Crazy Kidd was beaten, takes another drag from the cigarette that is now in his right hand, & holds the smoke in longer this time; allowing it to soothe the muscles of his throat, & escape through his nostrils, before tossing the hood back to expose his face.
D.C. Blood: "Of course, defeating Crazy Kidd isn't enough to warrant my place in history. I know this.
Defeating Crazy Kidd was nothing more than a mere stepping stone on my path toward reaching immortality; the path that ends, tonight, in the final match of the Middleweight Championship Tournament. A match in which I guarantee victory by absolutely ANY means necessary!"
Blood wipes his left forearm against his nose, spits toward the ground, & picks up where he had left off without missing a beat:
D.C. Blood: Doug Soto . . . Hot Fudge Douglas . . . Doug Tha Turntable Thug; whatever the fuck you decide to call yourself come match time, I want you to be completely and totally aware of how little a threat I view you as opposition.
My entire life has been filled with more intimidation that you could ever hope to offer; more obstacles than you could ever hope to match with any move in your entire arsenal. I've been shot, stabbed, beaten, humiliated, strung out, and left for dead . . . and there is nothing that you can do to me that I haven't already seriously considered doing to myself . . . so feel free to take a good, long look inside yourself before you step out through that curtain. Do you have it in you to stand toe-to-toe with someone as reckless as myself; to step up on the grandest stage of them all, and prove that you belong in the same sentence as me?
FUCK Gabe Griffin; I wrestle on a level that most of you have never even seen, and are unlikely to do so ever again after I have passed! I have laughed in the face of death several times, already, and tonight I SPIT all over it!
Not only that, but I will also spit in the face of adversity . . . I have already, and will continue to spit in the face of my opposition . . . and I WILL claim the World Middleweight Championship as my own for life! It IS my destiny!"
Blood then looks directly into the buzzing glass lens of the machinery in front, & stubs the glowing orange cherry of his cigarette out against it. He then flicks the butt off-screen, throws his arms out at his sides, and quickly crosses them over his chest in an "X" . . .
D.C. Blood: "BECAUSE MY NAME IS D.C. BLOOD!
And one way or the other . . . I'M COMING FOR YOURS!"
Blood remains in his trademark pose for a few seconds longer before very suddenly lunging toward the camraman, and shoving the piece of equipment toward the concrete; thus immediately cutting the live feed, and forcing the screen to abruptly:
Fade 2 Black . . . [/b][/center]
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