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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:06:32 GMT
NO DISQUALIFICATIONS [/CENTER][/color] The Camera pans around the capacity Georgia Dome crowd in anticipation of the next match of the evening, the camera continues to pan across the masses of fans showing the signs for their favourite superstars, be them Onslaught, Unleashed, good guys or bad guys, in the background we hear Josh and Dean giving us some insight to the upcoming match.Malenko: "Josh, I gotta tell ya, this match is not going to be pretty and pretty much will guarantee the DVD will be a 15's at least." Mathews: "You got that right, This feud has been boiling over for months ever since Jimmie Bones cost Sullivan the Handicap match against Team Punishment all those months back, ever since... these two men have been at each others throats both on camera and off, now it all amounts to this.... a match on the biggest stage of them all, Night of the Immortals." Malenko: "Not only that, but this match is no ordinary match, this is a No Disqualifications matchup, a chance for these two guys to literally tear each other limb from limb." At that moment, the familiar tune of “I’m Shipping Up To Boston” by Dropkick Murphys flares up to the delight of the crowd, they jump to their feet hoping for a glimpse of the Irish-American known as "Mad Dog" and he doesn't disappoint, he comes out with his signature bottle of Whiskey and Smoking a Cigarette.Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and Gentleman, our next match is a No Disqualifications match.... Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts....weighing in at two hundred and sixty four pounds.... Mad.. Dog.. Sullivan!!!" Upon hearing his name Michael Sullivan makes his way to ringside, coming down the ramp he takes a swig of his alcahol and spits some out onto the ringside mat, close to the bottom of the ramp, he then flicks his cigarette onto a small pool of Whiskey, which then instantly ignites and makes a small flame which he leaves to burn and enters the ring.Mathews: "Man, that must be some strong Whiskey" Malenko: "And what would you know about liquors?" Mad Dog hands his whiskey to a member of stage crew on the outside but not before issuing a small warning to him that if anything happens the bottle, Mad Dog will hunt each one of the Stage Crew and beat them all within an inch of their life, the frightened stage personnel then, with a horrified look stashes the bottle deep under the ring, Mad Dog turns his focus to the stage as "Shipping up to Boston" fades out, only to be replace by the even more familiar theme of Bad to the Bone and the fans start their booing of the 6'11" giant figure that is known as Jimmie Bones makes his appearance known to the large audience, he walks out onto the stage and just stares down at Sullivan in the ring, and waits for his name to be called.Bruce Buffer: "And his opponent from Detroit, Michigan.... weighing in at 328 pounds.... Jimmie Bones!!" Upon hearing his name, the big man makes his way towards the ring down the ramp, he eyes never move from his target in the ring, but Sullivan closes the gap alot quicker when he jumps out of the ring and runs up towards Bones, the two collide 3/4 the way down the ramp where both men throw shot after ahot on each other, Bones attempts a low knee but Sullivan lands an elbow shot to the face before the knee can impact, the attacks stun both men as the stagger back a step or two each, but after recovering, the men go straight back to attacking the other, Sullivan attempts to throw Bones in the direction of the ring but Jimmie reverses it and rolls Sullivan under the ropes instead, Bones follows in after Mad Dog but as he slides in, Sullivan is up and onto his feet pummeling him from above, each shot Sullivan rains down on Bones sends the Detroit native back to the mat, but he keeps trying to get back up, eventually, Mad Dog slows down with his shots giving Bones the opening to get back to his feet again.Mathews: "I think Sullivan has found himself a tactic, all he has to do is keep Bones grounded as much as he can, he can then use his arsenal of holds on him" Malenko: "I don't like the guy, but Sullivan has a good plan there, Bones is most dangerous when he is at a vertical base" With that, Jimmie follows those words up with a quick and accurate kick to the jaw of Sullivan, knocking the Irishman off his feet, Bones then kneels down to rain down some right hands onto the face of his opponent, Mad Dog though at close range lands a headbutt to the head of Bones that sends the big man back a few steps, but as Sullivan starts to get back to his feet Jimmie comes running at him with a Lariat and almost takes Mad Dogs head off his shoulders, Jimmie makes a cover.1....
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No! Sullivan kicks out of the pin and continues the match, Bones gets up, slightly frustrated and stomps a few times on Sullivan before sliding out of the ring, the crowd seem confused as to where he is going, but all is clear when he lifts the curtain surrounding the ring, the crowd boo loudly as he rummages through all the toys that lie under the ring and finally pulls out an item, its long and wooden and can knock a man into next week, none other than a Singapore Cane, he raises it above his head and smiles, the crowd get a little louder with their boosa as he slides into the ring and prepares to bring the weapon down on Sullivan, he swings the Cane at Sullivan, but Mad Dog is one step ahead and blocks Jimmies arm and the oncoming attack, he then retaliates with a right hand and then tries to grab the Cane out of Bones hand. The two men tussle for control of the weapon until Jimmie knees Sullivan in the groin. Mad Dog keels over in pain holing his crotch, meanwhile now that Jimmie has full control of the Cane he rains down one.... two.... three.... four shots on Sullivans chest and arms, Bones then takes the Cane and pulls it up against Mad Dog's chin and uses it to try and choke out the Irishman, he lifts up Sullivan by the cane and pulls the wooden weapon tights, making his opponent cough out struggling for air, Sullivan staggers around the centre of the ring desparate to find a way out of the move, eventually he pushes his body forward throwing Jimmie over his shoulders and onto the mat.[/i] Mathews: "What a counter, can he capitalise on it?" But for the moment both men stay down with the cane falling out of Jimmie's hands and rolling along the mat, out of the ring. The referee starts a countout.1....
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7....Both men start to get back to their feet and are both on their feet by 9, the two men start to trade shots, until Sullivan gets a burst of energy and starts to punch a little faster and getting an advantage over Bones, he gives Jimmie a hard right Elbow that dazes the Michigan man, Sullivan uses this time to run the to ropes behind him and facing Bones and comes running at his nemesis with a Shoulder Thrust that takes the big man down, raising him back to his feet, Mad Dog continues his attack by impressivly lifting the 6'11 and 328 pound man up onto his shoulder, from there he lets Bones slide down slightly to line him up for a powerful Piledriver that lands Bones head hard on the mat, Sullivan makes a cover.1....
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No! Bones in a desparate effort to save the match puts his foot on the ropes to stop the count, Mad Dog then stands up and looks at his opponent for a moment, he then looks around the crowd as if to try and get their already perfect attention, he slides out of the ring and goes under the ring, he pulls out some Garbage Cans and Lids and throws them into the ring, he then takes out another weapon which he then hides from the fans, but when he enters the ring they can all see its a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire, by this time Bones has picked up one of the cans and races over towards Mad Dog, but the Irishman stands his grand and swings the 2x4 in Bones direction which instantly crushes the can and forces Jimmie to drop it. Surprised and shocked the Detroit man jumps back and dives out of the ring before Sullivan can swing the weapon at him again, once outside the ring he shouts some words over at Sullivan. Then Bones spots Mad Dog's bottle of Whiskey in the corner, remembering that Sullivan used the weapon in their last matchup, he picks it up to the ire of Mad Dog and throws it onto the ramp floor smashing it into pieces, Sullivan has seen enough and exits the ring at the ramp side, still holding the weapon he forces Bones to retreat up the ramp slowly, trying to bargain with Mad Dog prooves to have no effect as the Irishman closes in on his target, but instead of chasing Bones down with the weapon he throws it at Bones which catches his right arm, but not badly, Bones thinks this is an opportunity for payback as he sees the 2x4 at his feet, but as he goes to pick it up Sullivan charges him and takes him down with a Spear and some punches to the cranium, but it doesn't finish there, he puts Bones into a headlock and pulls him back towards the ring, but just as they reach the bottom of the ramp, Sullivan hits a Bulldog on Jimmie, driving his face into the glass on the ramp, Mad Dog picks up a shocked and crimson faced Jimmie Bones and throws him into the ring for a cover.[/i] 1....
2....No! Somehow the man kicked out. Mathews: "This match has been brutal to the last and it's going to continue." Sullivan pulls Bones up to his feet again and pushes him into a corner, he sets up a Garbage can between the top ropes so it's trapping Jimmie in the corner, he takes a few steps back and gives the can an almighty kick, on a normal sized man, the can would have hit the midsection, but Bones's height prooves to be a disadvantage as the kick lands firmly into his groin, he drops to his knees in a huge amount of pain and also groggy Sullivan makes a run the beaten man but is hugely surprised when he gets lifted into an F-5 position. Malenko: "Oh my god, the 'Reelin' And Rockin'" But Sullivan fights it and slides down Bones back, when Jimmie turns around to face Mad Dog he receives another Low Blow which makes him bend over, Sullivan then sets Bones up in a Powerbomb position and looks out to the crowd with a sense of satisfaction.Mathews: "He's not going to attempt The VX is he? Bones is way to large a man!!" But sure enough Mad Sullivan lifts the giant up after a small struggle and has him on his shoulders, he lifts Bones up just that little more before sending him crashing down hard and fast, right onto one of the Garbage can lids, he makes a 1/2 cover as the referee and the audience count along with him.1....
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3!!!Mathews: "He's done it, he has slain the beast again, Sullivan walks out of the biggest show on earth after defeating his nemesis over the past few months, the rest of CCW better take notice, because Mad Dog is going to be looking for some new prey!" Bruce Buffer: "Here is your winner by Pinfall...... Mad Dog SULLIVAN!!" The crowd cheer as Mad Dog's music continues where it left off, Mad Dog goes to his jacket and takes out another cigarette and lights it up, he slowly makes his way up the ramp with a smile on his face looking at the broken body of Jimmie Bones in the ring, the camera fades out with Sullivan with his arms in the air exhaling his last drag on the smoke.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:07:17 GMT
The scene goes black.
Then a flicker of light plays across it, momentarily illuminating a figure before plunging back into darkness again.
Deep Voice: There is a name that reverberates around the world.
The black screen is illuminated again, showing a chiseled body posing. The face is unseen.
Deep Voice: A name that represents the hopes and dreams of everybody on the planet.
The screen again lights up, showing a muscular back and a pair of flexing arms.
Deep Voice: That name...
The screen flickers faster and faster showing random images of a body.
Deep Voice: Is...
The screen is going into overdrive, cutting between poses, a smiling mouth, and images of a world-famous city, finishing on a globally recognised sign.
Deep Voice: HOLLYWOOD
The screen goes black again. Text appears on it, a beacon of white in the darkness.
THIS WEEK HOLLYWOOD COMES TO CCW
The screen flickers back onto a smirking face, then goes black.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:07:56 GMT
The screen is black as a light is shon downwards onto a room filled with chains hanging down from the ceiling. The camera looks sideways and a TV comes into the screen. It plays what seems to be last weeks Onslaught, as we see Matt Downing lying on the ground after his match with the Wh_. Soon, we see Jerome Novaho running down to the ring and sliding underneath the ropes. Then we see Novaho slapping the motionless Downing in the face, lifting him up and dropping the already knocked out Downing with the Super Nova, after which recieving a cold reaction from the fans with a flood of boo's, and throwing garbage into the ring. We see athe face of Novaho, looking up at the fans with disgust, before the TV flicks off immediately. We hear a familiar voice...
Matt: I guess this is it...the big one, probably the biggest match of my career to this date. Tonight at the night of the immortals, the biggest night of the year, the showcase of the immortals...the fans will get treated to a match that has gone beyond just a normal feud, gone beyond just a normal rivalry, it's become a fight for the very careers of the two competitors. You see folks, up until last week, I don't really think I had found my niche in this company, the place that I fit into within Onslaught. A place I can call home, if you will.
We see Downing standing in darkness, as he plays the video again, but mutes the sound.
Matt: Up until this very moment in my stint so far on Onslaught and in CCW, I hadn't really found my purpose to be here. What was my reason for being?, I mean, I have talked for weeks about how great I am, and how I'm going to prove myself to everyone who doesn't think I have what it takes to make it in this company...but alas, I failed at only the first roadblock. I lost to the Wh_, I put up a valiant effort but couldn't come up with the goods. That hurts, because up until this time in my career I've always delivered what I've promised and overcame all obstacles that got in my way. I became the youngest RMW champion ever, just like I said I would, I think, at least I hope I garnered the respect of the CCW fans, just like I said I would. After this bitter dissappiontment, and realisation that my best just wasn't good enough, I wake up in my lockeroom after being carried by the EMT's, and I see what Jerome Novaho did to me after the match.
The TV replays the vicious Super Nova and Matt crashing back down onto the canvas.
Matt: I saw that Jerome has no remorse or morales with how he gets one over on me. From the start I thought this little tenure was about seeing who the better man was, and having the match in order to give the fans what they wanted. But really, and this is what I realised, it isn't. It's about hurting the other man in any way possible in order to gain a victory. Jerome, you've changed. And true to form, this leads me into thinking maybe it's time I changed. Maybe it's time I stopped being the man who wasn't too bothered about wins and losses, as long as the fans got what they wanted and were happy. They were happy, I was happy. And I would put my body through hell to fulfil that wish. While I was sitting in my lockeroom trying to recover, it occured to me that my opponent has taken drastic measures to claim the win. This lead me to thinking maybe I should fight fire with fire and restrategize so that the only thing I was desperate to have was the one little tick on my wins and losses record. But no. I couldn't do it, that wasn't part of my new direction.
He turns off the TV and walks over to a desk, picks up some tape and starts to wrap it around his fists.
Matt: The niche I talked about earlier then became clear. The reason I'm here is to be the answer to YOU, Jerome Novaho, and what you've become. There was a time when we would celebreate a job well done after the show and drink to success in the future. Well, the future has crept on us for a few years now, and it's finally revealed itself to us, and we find ourselves on opposite sides of the ring. This niche has presented itself to me and in that dark, soulless lockeroom I made a the choice to accept that purpose.
Matt turns to a picture on the wall, it shows three men, with smiles on their faces, holding up two shining gold belts. One with heavyweight title on it, one with TV title on it.
Matt: Memories gone by of good times where nothing seemed to matter except the future of the business taking what was rightfully theirs, and to go out there and show the fans that the new blood was here to stay. Well, we're all still here but some of us have been corrupted by our success. One of us will win gold tonight, and the other two will be broken down to only one.
He turns away from the picture, leaving it in darkness.
Matt: Jerome Novaho, if you wanted a pissed off Matt Downing to face you in the ring tonight, well you got him. You have awakened something buried deep inside of me that I didn't know was there. Everything seemed so easy until now, and after my first setback, my only choice is to carry on regardless, but this time, the situation calls for some new tactics. Jerome Novaho, at Night of the Immortals two, only one man will walk out of that ring. Only one man will be ABLE to walk out of that ring. This isn't just about seeing who the better man is, oh no, it's about the guy who will come out of the Night of the Immortals as the one who triumphed in the most heated battle in CCW history! Jerome, you're downward spiral starts...NOW.
Downing storms out of the screen and out of the lockeroom, slamming the door behind him.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:09:20 GMT
CCW WORLD MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - TOURNAMENT FINAL [/CENTER][/color] Michael Buffer: The following contest is the final match in the tournament to determine the first ever CCW Middleweight Champion. "One Day Remains" by Alter Bridge plays as "Hot Fudge" Doug Soto comes sprinting out of the back as the lights strobe in a gold color to the rhythm of the music. He rips off a shirt and tosses his shades into the crowd, focusing on his task at hand. He leaps onto the apron Brock Lesnar-style, and then flips over the ropes and lands on his feet. He dashes, bounding off each set of ropes like Charlie Haas did for a short while. He then gets into his corner and flexes and stretches, getting pumped for his match. The fans cheer as he is introduced.Michael Buffer: Introducing first..... from Grove City, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 185 pounds..... "Hot Fudge" Doug Soto. The cheers turn to boos as the crowd hear "BOOM, How You Like That" by Hed PE. All the lights near the entrance opening morph into one very bright white light that illuminates the entire stage. DC Blood walks out through the gorilla position, with his eyes aimed toward the ground, & stops at the head of the stage before throwing his arms out at his sides; quickly crossing them over his chest, and then dropping down to his knees.
A wall of flames shoot into the air from behind Blood, & eventually form a giant "X"; ending with a huge explosion that allows the announcer to make his introduction, as Blood pushes back to his feet, & begins making his way down the aisle.Michael Buffer: His opponent..... from Camden, New Jersey and weighing in at 220 pounds..... representing Body Count..... DC Blood. The lights swap from white to red after the explosion, & remain that color as he walks. As he reaches the ringside area, he jumps up onto the apron; the lights fading out, as he does this, and making way for a lone spotlight to shine down on the center of the canvas. Inside that spotlight is the Japanese symbol for blood, in a red outline, wich D.C. proceeds to watch as he climbs the bottom left hand turnbuckle, & crosses his arms over his chest.
As he makes this action, flames shoot up from the other 3 corners of the ring; bathing the audience in a series of shadows, until Blood hops down from the turnbuckle & into the ring. The lights then return to their original setting, & Blood removes the hooded sweatshirt from around his midsection before tossing it aimlessly to the outside the ring.Ross: What a great gift we have here tonight. CCW will crown it's first ever Middleweight Champion. Heyman: It won't be such a great gift if a crazy dumb ass like Soto wins the gold. This guy has already been fired once. Blood taunts the crowd as he mockingly asks for their support. As the bell rings he stops and along with Soto the duo circle the ring. After a couple of seconds they stop and lock up in the middle of the ring. Soto gets the advantage snapping Blood in a side headlock. Blood cries out in frustration and drops down to a knee.
After several seconds Blood then pulls back on Soto's hair on the blind side of the referee. With the leverage he shoves Soto into the ropes and then sends him off to the other side. Soto though comes straight off with a shoulder block knocking Blood down to the mat. Soto hits the ropes again and skips over the prone body of Blood who then jumps to his feet. As Soto comes off the ropes again Blood this time leap frogs him. Blood turns around ready to hand out a Clothesline but Soto sees it coming and cartwheels out of the way. The crowd clap and cheer in appreciation of the athletic early exchange.
Soto charges again but Blood sidesteps sending Soto back into the ropes. Blood attempts to catch him coming off of the ropes but Soto takes him down to the canvas with Tilt-a-whirl Head-scissors. The crowd cheer as Soto beckons Blood back to his feet.Heyman: All this fancy showing off is pointless. Mark my words Soto is gonna burn out and Blood will dominate him. Ross: Well Paul you gotta believe that with Soto getting the better start to the contest it might get into the head of Blood. Blood springs to his feet and charges at Soto with a Roaring Elbow but he ducks and rolls away to the other side of the ring. Blood just turns and charges at him again. Soto ducks again but this time uses Blood's momentum to send him flying over the top rope to the floor with a back body drop. Blood hits the concrete with a THUD!.
With the crowd fully behind Soto, Blood grimaces as he pulls himself up to his feet with some help from the ring apron. He isn't up long as Soto connects with a baseball slide. Once again causing Blood to fall to the concrete. Following it up Soto scales the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. The arena fills with murmurs of anticipation as Blood slowly gets to his feet.
As Blood finally stands up Soto dives through the air with a Missile Dropkick. The impact sees Blood sprawling back and hitting the ring barricade before dropping to the floor. Soto himself seems to feel the effect of the high risk as he clutches at his back. All the while the fans in attendance start the mandatory HOLY SHIT! chant.Ross: Soto just threw his body through the air in order to continue his attack on Blood. This belt means so much to both men. Heyman: He may have connected with Blood but he also hurt himself as well. That's not exactly the smarts of a champion. As the crowd calm down Soto rolls back into the ring and slowly gets to his feet. Blood pulls himself up onto the ring apron and rests on his knees. Soto makes his way toward Blood who throws his shoulder through the ropes straight into the stomach of his opponent. With Soto winded Blood grabs his head and holds it throat first across the top rope, then in a swift move he drops off of the apron driving Soto's throat across the top rope with all of his body weight.
With Soto on the mat struggling to breath Blood argues with some fans at ringside and then a cameraman before climbing back into the ring. Seeing Soto struggle to get to his feet Blood heads for the high rent district. He sits perched on the top rope as Soto climbs to his feet. Blood then dives off connecting with a Corkscrew Quebrada. Followed up by a hook of the leg and cover.
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Soto shoots his shoulder up off of the mat and wags his finger in a sign of resistance. Blood shoves the official complaining that it was a slow count. The official though warns Blood that anymore physical content will lead to his disqualification. Clearly frustrated Blood pulls Soto to a vertical base with a handful of hair and tosses him through the middle rope to the floor.Heyman: Blood should be celebrating with the gold right now. I've never seen such a slow count in my life. Ross: This has nothing to do with the referee. Blood has to accept it was a 2 count and move on. Blood follows Soto to the outside and pulls him to his feet again. With Soto dazed Blood hands out an Irish whip sending Soto back first into the guard rail. Much to the dismay of the crowd. Soto favors his back as Blood shoves him back into the ring. Blood follows him in and then once again angers the crowd by mockingly calling for their cheers. Blood pulls Soto to his feet and tackles him into the nearest turnbuckle.
In the corner Blood hands out some Stiff Forearms to the jaw followed by a European Uppercut . With Soto on dream street Blood hoists him up onto the top rope. Blood then climbs to the top rope while Soto sits on top of the turnbuckle with his head swaying from side to side. Blood then brings Soto back down to earth with a Top Rope Hurricanrana. Blood gets his bearings after the high risk move and once again looks for the pin hooking the far leg.
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Once again Soto somehow pushes his shoulder off of the canvas. Blood screams out in frustration bearing his pearly whites. Blood slowly drags Soto to his feet again trying to think of his next move. Soto though tries to fight back throwing out some weak punches to the gut. This forces Blood to release his grip and Soto runs into the ropes. Blood looks to cut off his momentum with a Superkick but Soto ducks it. He then catches Blood on the turn with his trademark Choco-Lariat. Soto though is too banged up to capitalize and make the cover.Heyman: Come on DC you gotta do whatever it takes to bring this gold back to the Body Count. Ross: Well after seeing that move Soto just pulled off I think this contest is far from done. We got a slobber-knocker on our hands. Both men slowly crawl to their feet with Soto gaining the advantage after bouncing his fist off of Blood's skull. Soto takes Blood into the ropes and shoots him off with an Irish whip. He catches Blood coming off the ropes with a Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker. The crowd groan as Blood limply falls to the mat. With Blood lying face down on the canvas Soto places his boots on his opponent's calves. He then pulls back on Blood's arms lifting him into a Surfboard. In performing the submission Soto's shoulders rest on the mat. The referee sees this and makes a count.
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Soto notices and lifts his shoulder. As he does Blood is able to get both of his arms free. He then falls back landing on top of Soto looking for a quick pin.
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Again Soto avoids the 3 count. Both men jump to their feet with Blood shoving Soto into the ropes and then whipping him off. Soto though reverses it and sends Blood toward the ropes instead. Blood comes off of the ropes at full speed looking for a Spinning Heel Kick. Soto though drops down to the canvas and lets Blood spin through the air and crash land with a BUMP!.Ross: Looks like Blood just got sent straight onto his ass. Soto was quicker then a hiccup right there. Heyman: J.R., you have to learn that there's only so many times that Soto can get lucky and it's about to run out. With Blood down Soto leaps onto the top rope. He calls for the support of the fans as he sets for a high risk move. Blood in an attempt get back to his feet stumbles and crashes into the official. This sends the official falling into the ropes. The collision sees the ropes shake and Soto fall from the top all the way down to the canvas. With both the official and Soto down Blood climbs to his feet and points to his brain. The crowd jeer realizing that Blood's stumble into the official was no accident.
As the jeers build Blood pulls Soto back to a vertical base. Blood hoists Soto up onto his shoulder before spiking him straight on top of his head with The Relapse. Blood makes the pin as the referee crawls over and starts the count.
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Soto gets his foot on the bottom rope breaking the count. As the crowd cheer Blood drags Soto away from the ropes and makes the cover again. Hooking the leg and putting all his pressure on Soto's torso.
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3Michael Buffer: Here is your winner by pinfall and the FIRST EVER CCW MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION..... DC Blood. The crowd boo as Blood has his arm raised by the official. He just smiles as he is handed the title belt.Heyman: DC Blood has done it. Body Count is now in possession of the Middleweight Championship. Ross: It makes me sick to see such a great contest end in such a disgusting manner. DC Blood cheats and already tarnishes the titles name. He raises the belt above his head getting another negative reaction from the crowd. The boos continue as Blood heads up the ramp and through the curtain with the belt tossed over his shoulder.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:09:57 GMT
The WH_ sits with his head down, Rayne standing beside him, stroking his head. The locker room is empty save or these two. The silence almost deafens before it is broken by the Wh_'s solemn voice.
The Wh_: I don't understand. I truly believed that what I was doing was right.
I believed that my passion for the business... no, the SPORT of wrestling would be a catalyst not many people had. This catalyst would help to put that extra effort into each and every match I had and ultimately lead me to the top.
Well I did indeed reach the pinnacle, but not because of what was right. Not because of wahat I had inside me. That drive and determination. The WILL to OVERCOME....!
All of that was replaced by greed and jealousy. Because of this, I feel as though my reign as Onslaught's Global Heavyweight Champion was marred. Hell I never won that belt in the first place. The Revolution won that belt and kept our relentless grasp of it for months!
That's not what I had wanted.
I wanted balance. I wanted those who truly deserved to be on top to rightfully reign. What ensued instead was myself involving some of the brightest and most talented stars on the show in holding the place hostage for half a year.
The Wh_ stands.
The Wh_: So for the match tonight. Night of the Immortals! I give you people what I can.
I give you the best I have to offer.... ... and after that, I walk away.
The crowd cheers suddenly as if their prayers have been answered.
The Wh_: I know I'm not the best in CCW or even on Onslaught by far. So I will do what i can to help win my match with Captain Charisma and Marcus Knight against team Unleashed. After that, Rayne and I are done with CCW.
This is my last match. At least until I can get my head on straight and my life in order.
The Heretic will be back. And when I do return... I guarantee the hell I bring with me will be greater than anything this company has ever seen.
But for now... I bid you all farewell.
The Wh_ walks towards the door with Rayne on his heels. She exits first as The ormer Global champ. turns around to look at his surroundings on last time.
He flicks the wall switch. The lights go out and the door to a man's heart closes.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:10:25 GMT
The audience suddenly sees a view from a running cameraman on the jumbotron. The shot soon rounds the corner- and reveals Joshua James, crumpled on the floor, recieving medical attention!
Medic 1: Stay still, we'll get you out of here!
Medic 2: Don't say anything, just hold on!
They continue working on James, as the camera turns to Bret Hart, standing distraught in the corner. As a production assistant passes by, he grabs him by the collar.
Hart: Listen, you, whatever your name is: go back to the locker room, get somebody, anybody, and tell them to fill in for us against Onslaught. Now move it!
The assistant hurries along, as Hart buries his fist into his forehead in anguish.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:11:59 GMT
GRUDGE MATCH [/CENTER][/color] The CCW logo flashes across the screen, and we're back from the commercials, as the camera pans over a large number of the eighty thousand screaming fans in attendance in the Georgia Dome. The camera flies downwards and in front of the Onslaught announce table, staying with the voices of Josh Matthews and Dean Malenko.Matthews: Welcome back, fans across the world, to Night of the Immortals two! Malenko: The next match on the Onslaught card for tonights festivities is a match with two combatants with a rivalry that is well documented, Matt Downing and Jerome Novaho. Matthews: Indeed, Dean. These two men have known eachother since they first started out in the wrestling business in Ring of Honor, and sparked a friendship that would gain them one world title, two heavyweight title's and one tag team title, across three different wrestling companies. But the eventual demise of the two's friendship started in our developmental territory, RMW... A video starts to play, first there is a dark screen, then red text fades into the screen.THE PAST The video flashes up a video in slow motion of a the Ikon Center, as 'Last Resort' plays for a moment and we see Downing coming down to the ring, slapping the fans hands, quickly followed by Jerome Novaho to 'Crawl Through Knives'.
Wilikins: Interesting match up here tonight. I am sure this match won’t disappoint. Both these guys have something to prove. Novaho wants a perfect debut match and Downing wants to pave his way into title contention.
We then see Novaho being beaten on by Steve Shamrock, Shamrock grabbing Novaho's neck for the chokeslam, as Matt Downing flies off the top rope, axe handling Shamrocks hand and Novaho crashing down to the mat.
Wilikins: Yes! Downing with a brilliant save on his tag partner Novaho!
Music starts, with 'Just Like You' By Three Days Grace playing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPtyM3jKzDk
The music plays, as we see Novaho lift up Pat Hollywood, as Downing runs off of the ropes and hit a Hart Attack for the pin.
Wilikins: And the winners of this contest are Matt Downing and Jerome Novaho!
Downing and Novaho exit the ring, celebrating with arms over eachothers shoulders, laughing at their opponents.
Wilikins: These two are the best of friends, Cyrus!
The screen switches to a banner saying RMW Night of Champions on it.
Wilikins: Welcome to RMW Night Of Champions, The night were all RMW titles will be on the line.
Cyrus: The match that could bring someone to the top of the mountain tonight, a triple threat match for the RMW Heavyweight Championship! It'll be Jerome Novaho vs. Matt Downing vs. Victor Von Danzig, and the gold is well and truly up for grabs tonight. Can Novaho and Downing uphold their friendship that has taken RMW by storm?
We are then in the main event with the gold on the line, as Novaho outstretches his hand to Downing, as Downing and Novaho hug. But Novaho breaks the truce, as Damage.Inc run down to ringside and join forces with Novaho to beat down Downing. We then see Novaho hit the Nova Effect and get the pin.
Wilikins: I dont belive this! This is just sick! Novaho has joined up with these guys? Why? Just why?
Cryus: 'Cos Novaho is a smart man, He knows whats best for himself!
A new video starts to play, first there is a dark screen, and the only sound that can be heard is a roaring crowd chanting 'RM-Dub,RM-Dub' again and again. Then we hear the voice of Wilikins, the RMW announcer shouting into his headset.
Wilikins: Shit! Cyrus did you see that, blood went flying into the second row of the crowd.
The crowd gasps in shock, and then cheer again, as we hear two men fighting for their survival with sounds of punches and slams taking place, until we hear an anxious cheer from the crowd, and a loud crash, as the crowd chant 'Holy shit!, Holy shit!'.
Wilikins: A DOWNWARD SPIRAL THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
The crowd erupts in both shock and delight, as they count down.
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Wilikins: Here is your winner and new RMW Heavyweight Champion… MATT DOWNING!
We see Novaho helped up by Downing, who has the title belt over his shoulder. Novaho reluctantly shakes Downings hand in respect.
Wilikins: Even through all what these guys have gone through, they share respect with each other. Who knows maybe they can rekindle their friendship.
We then hear the crowd go wild, as Matt Downing, Jerome Novaho and Griffin Young walk down the rampway to a massive crowd reaction.
Wilikins: These three are the future of this business, Cyrus. New Blood Rising!
It shows Downing shaking hands with Young at Youngs farewell speech, and Young giving Tammy the breakdown, as all three of them laugh and celebrate with the fans.THE PRESENT The CCW logo flashes over the screen and we see Jerome Novaho with a mic in his hand.
Jerome Novaho: Don't say it. I thought after I had screwed up back in RMW that it was over and now the "friendship" was stronger that ever before. I was wrong. Downing and I are no more than opponents now. Nothing more, nothing less.
We then see Novaho attack Downing in the backstage area, and then Downing costing Novaho the Global title by interferance.
Stewart: So, have you got a response to Jerome Novaho's challenge to a match at Night of the Immortals two?
Matt Downing: Hell yes, I accept!
Stewart: You heard it here first, folks. The very first match is now set for Night of the Immortals two! It'll be Jerome Novaho vs Matt Downing in the grudge match everyone of you Onslaught fans have been waiting for!
We then see videos of Downing hitting the downward spiral on Novaho, then Downing having his hands raised after beating Novaho.
Matt Downing: Jerome Novaho, on the Night of the Immortals. Only one of the two of us will become immortal. Only one of the two of us will have tens of thousands of fans chant their name, and it sure as hell won't be you if I have anything to say about it!
Jerome Novaho, you're downward spiral starts now!
Then we see Novaho hitting the Nova Effect on Downing and getting the win.
Jerome Novaho: Anyway, after tonight Matt your going to be surprised because what I've got planned is going to set me up nicely on the road to Immortailty.
So do you....Get It? Got It? Good!
We hear the match annoucement again, but this time in slow motion with a deepening of the voice...
Stewart: You heard it here first, folks... The very first match is now set for Night of the Immortals two!... It'll be Jerome Novaho vs Matt Downing in the grudge match... everyone of you Onslaught fans have been waiting for!The music ends as the Night of Immortal 2 banner fades in and out, as the video ends and we are back with Matthews and Malenko.Matthews: Well, there's not much more to say than that, really. Malenko: Too true, this rivalry is one of the most heated and personal in CCW history, Josh. Two former best friends that quite frankly have both made mistakes, and as a result, have come to hate eachother...AWESOME eh? Matthews: From a match quality standpoint, of course. Malenko: Of course, of course. Matthews: Lets just hope we don't see any blood, here, Dean. Malenko: I mean, whats better than two young guys willing to severely shorten their careers in the name of ego? Matthews: A lot of things, Dean. Malenko: Anyway, from the viewpoint of a man who has witnessed this feud come to a climax, who's you're realistic winner, and who's you're biased favourite? Matthews: Well, we've seen both of these superstars attack eachother several times, but from my experience Downing is the better man, only reacting against the attacks Novaho has orcastrated, so off of that I would hope Downing gets the win to prove the moral high ground is the right road to take, but my realistic choice, basing it off of big time match experience, I'd go for Novaho. Malenko: Indeed Novaho has had some brutal matches here already in CCW, including matches with both Marcus Knight and J-Man, one of which he won, and that was the inferno match with Knight. But just off of pure potential, I'll go for Downing. Matthews: Looks like we're set for a classic, partner. The crowd are getting pumped, as Bruce Buffer steps up into the ring, microphone in his hand.Buffer: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a GRUDGE MATCH! The crowd let out a huge cheer, more deafening than usual, considering eighty thousand fans are present. The atmosphere is tense, as the fans grow anxious for the arrival of the competitors. Seconds pass where all we can hear is the underlying sound of the crowd murmuring on the edge of their seats, until we hear the deafening sound of an electric guitar as 'End of Heartache' by Killswitch Engage comes blasting through the sound system, washing the whole Georgia Dome with cheers and whoops, the titantron flashes on, as we see a video od Matt Downing hitting the downward spiral and raising championships...Music: Seek me...Call me.... The video cycles through as the fans go wild, aided by the atmosphere and the bigtime feeling of the night...Music: I'll be waiting... Just as the fans reach the height of their excitement, the curtain flies upwards and out explodes Matt Downing, as the fans let out a huge pop and start to flood him with cheers. Downing is overwhelmed by the fans, as he hits his heart with his clenched fist repeatedly, signalling that he respects each and everyone of them. He points to the fans at the side of him, then points to everyone in the top rows, and applauds them for their support, as his trademark blue sparks start to fly downwards from the top of the enormous titantron, and Downing raises his hands in his signature pose, closing his eyes and savouring the moment, as the sparks land all around him. Bruce Buffer: Now entering the ring, from St.Louis, Missouri, now residing in Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 238 pounds...The 'Downward Spiral'...Matt Downing! The fans cheer and chant his name, as Downing waits for the sparks to stop, before making his way down the ramp at a jogging pace, and entering the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He stands up, and breathes in and out slowly in the center of the ring, as blue lights fly around the arena and into the ring, and flashes come from the fans. With that, Downing walks up to the turnbuckle, climbs up onto the middle rope and strikes his trademark pose again, as blue pyro shoots from the center of the arena roof, in a massive explosion of light and sound. The pyro zooms down the roofing bars, and ends at the sides of the arena walls, while the fans gasp at this special effect for the event. Downing again savours the moment as he steps down onto the canvas, and starts to warm up, as his music fades away.Matthews: Very impressive entrance there by Downing, you could see in his eyes that he is relishing every moment of being at the biggest night of the wrestling calendar here at Night of the Immortals. Malenko: I don't often give Downing credit, but these fans seem to have really warmed up to this rising star. They almost raised the roof when he arrived! Matthews: Thats what is so great about this match tonight, Dean. Both of these men are rising stars in CCW. We are could be seeing the two men that will main event future Nights of the Immortals for years to come! Malenko: Indeed, Josh. It should be a classic contest between two stars of the future. Downing stands in the middle of the ring, as "Crawl Through Knives" by In Flames starts to play as red pyro shoots across each side of the titantron and the fans let out cheers...Music: The black hole...Forever mine... The music continues to blast thorugh, as the curtain raises up and out comes Jeorme Novaho, sporting his signature hooded trench coat. His head is down, hiding his face as he makes his way to the center of the stage. He waits until the climax of the music comes up, as Novaho jumps upwards to reveal his face and raises his hand upwards, while huge waves of fire shoot up into the air from the sides of the rampway. Novaho throws off his coat, walking down to the bottom of the ramp, locking eyes with Downing, who has his hands of his calves, looking forwards and straight into the eyes of his opponent.Bruce Buffer: And his oppoent, from Houston, Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 240 pounds, The 'Neutron Star'...Jerome Novaho! The lights comes back to normal and the music stops, and the fans are treated to an electrifying staredown between Novaho and Downing, as both men stare a hole right through eachother. The referee calls for Novaho to enter the ring, as Downing steps back and lets him enter. Novaho slides underneath the ropes cautiously, keeping an eye out for any false moves from his opponent. He stands up slowly, as the fans let out chants for obth superstars, drowning out eachother, as we hear a chant something like 'Downovahing, Downovahing' as both men look to the fans. Downing turns back to Novaho, as the two look at eachother.Matthews: Finally these two men meet in the squared circle after over three months of waiting... The fans continue to cheer for their favourite, but Downing signals for them to quiet. The fans simmer a little, as Downing surprises everyone by outstretching his hand for Novaho to shake. The fans cheer for Downing, as Novaho firstly gives the gesture a look of contempt, but slowly makes his way towards Downing, and the two tediously shake hands in a showing of mutual respect as wrestlers.
Matthews: How shocking is that? After two and a half months of fighting and words crossed between the two, they both still have the class to put all of that aside for a moment and shake hands in respect of eachother.Malenko: Lets just get started with th brutal fighting! The referee calls for the bell...DING DING DING!The two men pull away from eachother and start to circle, both testing out eachothers movements. Downing shoots left, but Novaho has it scouted. Novaho shoots right, but Downing this time has it scouted. Matthews: Now here's another factor in this contest, these men have wrestled with and against eachother for years, they know eachothers styles so well. One of them is going to have to pull out something new to get the upper hand. After a few seconds of the men circling and trying to find an opening, the two give up and move into the center for a lockup. The fans let out a cheer, as the two men they have been waiting to wrestle for months finally lock arms, with Novaho pushing Downing backwards into the corner and into the turnbuckle. Once there, Novaho breaks the lock and lets Downing out of the corner, as the two lockup again in the center, with Downing unlocking and grabbing Novaho's head into a headlock. He quickly turns that into a hammerlock, swiftly catching Novaho off guard and shooting downwards, pulling Jerome's legs from under him. With Novaho wrigling on his front, Downing turns his body all the way around and locks in a front facelock. Novaho cringes in pain, as Downing applies pressure. Novaho fights his way to his knee's, and then to his feet, as he hits an elbow into the gut of Downing, then another, as Downing is forced to let go. Novaho runs off the ropes in response, as he ducks a clothesline from Downing, returns off the ropes, but is caught unaware by Downing and his trademark high angle dropkick, as Novaho gets a boot straight to the forehead, and recoils backwards and hits the ropes, whiplashing forwards onto his face, hitting the canvas hard.Malenko: I've seen some pretty special atheletes in my time, Josh, but Matt Downing, with some experience and guidance, could be something big. Matthews: Both of these men only need time. Thats all. Downing quickly gets back to his feet, with Novaho holding his head and eyes on his side. Downing moves over to Novaho, lifting him up, and whipping him into the corner. Novaho bounces off of the turnbuckle, as Downing uses the momentum to hook Novaho's arm, and execute a snap suplex. Downing rolls through the move into a pin...
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Novaho makes a convincing kickout. Downing stands back up, hitting a couple of stomps on Novaho, before lifting him back up and hitting a right hand, as Novaho goes to his knee's. With Novaho on his knee's, Downing takes the opportunity to run off the nearest ropes and hit a raised knee, hitting Novaho in the temple, as Jerome falls sideways onto the canvas. Downing quickly gets back to his feet again, lifting up Novaho again, but Novaho catches him with a punch on the way up. Downing holds his head for a split second, as another punch comes his way and connects. Downing stumbles back but stays on his feet. Novaho stands back at a vertical base for the first time in a couple of minutes, as he catches Downing with a third right hand, before whipping Matt into the ropes, jumping the return run of Downing, throws a forearm at Downing, but Matt ducks it, he comes off the ropes again, wielding his own attack, but Novaho shoots down and dropkicks Downing straight in the leg. Downing doubles over at speed onto his face, folding up onto his neck, and immediately grabbing his upper left leg after hitting the mat. Matthews: ooh!, and Novaho takes out the leg of Downing with some major authority!, great move there by the Neutron Star! The fans look on, rooting for their pick, as Jerome Novaho doesn't bother to stand up, instead making a be-line to Downing who is still holding his left leg. Novaho spots this, and goes straight to work on it. He firstly hits an elbow to the calf muscle, as Downing shouts in pain. Novaho moves straight into the pin.
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Kickout. Novaho again hits an elbow to Downings leg, and goes the pin while Matt reacts in pain.
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Kickout by Downing. Novaho lets out a sigh as he gets to his feet and buries his boot into the left calf muscle again. He then moves around to the feet of Downing, picks up the left and and locks in a single leg boston crab, turning Downing over onto his chest. Novaho applies the tension, with Downing throwing his arms all around trying to reach some kind of reprieve, but he is far and away from any of the ropes. The referee runs over to check on the agitated Downing, who is losing the will to fight, as he slowly but surely stops moving and falls forwards onto the mat. His shoulders are down so the ref starts to count as Novaho looks behind him with a smile.
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Matt lifts one hand up off the canvas as the crowd cheer and get behind the Downward Spiral. Downing is shaking, trying to feed off of the crowd as Novaho starts to panic. Novaho takes one last look at the position of the referee, who is preoccupied with Downing, as he shimmies around so that he can grab hold of the ropes, and does, as Downing almost convulses in pain and the crowd boo. Novaho continues to apply illegal pressure on Downing, as the ref finally wisens up and hits Novaho's hand to release the unfair advantage. Novaho again pulls back on the move, and Downing hits canvas again, shoulders down.
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A hand comes up, as the crowd let out a pop and get behind Matt again. This time Downing starts to pull Novaho around as now Downing is facing the ropes and within reach. He outstretches, but Novaho pulls him backwards, away from the mercy of the red ropes around the ring. With one last push and one last cheer from the crowd, Downing lifts himself up with his hand, and pushes fowards, as Novaho is propelled backwards and out through the middle ropes to the outside, landing on his back on the outside, as the crowd cheer loudly.Matthews: Novaho is down on the outside, but how much damage has this repeated pressure on his left leg done to Matt Downing? Malenko: It surely must have taken a lot of his energy to pull Novaho straight to the outside, Josh. Downing lies still on the mat for a moment, before making an effort to pull himself up with the ropes. He makes it to one foot, and tries to put weight on his left knee, but fails, as he buckles into the corner, but pries himself up again with both of his shoulders on the sides of the corner. Downing resides to falling backwards onto his back and rolling outside onto the padding, and limping over to the downed Novaho, who is still lying dazed from the fall. Novaho is pushed unceremoniously up against the barricades by Downing, as Matt lands several kicks the chest and head, with Novaho being crushed more and more down into the bottom of the wall. Downing moves as quickly as his leg will allow around and picks up Novaho, hitting a right hand. Novaho stumbles back, but Downing grabs his hand, and using all his remaining energy, Matt Downing throws Novaho at full speed back first into the unforgiving ringside steps! The crowd all gasp and many shout "OOH!" as Novaho cannons off the corners of the vicious metal and falls flat onto his face. Downing again has to support his weight with the barricades at getting up, but nonetheless limps over to Novaho, and hits a kick to the head, using his hand on the wall to keep himself steady on one foot. Meanwhile, the referee is at eight on his count with the two men on the outside, as Downing notices and quickly raises the off balance Novaho up and slides him in the ring slowly, and follows. He rolls over onto Novaho and makes the pin.ONE...
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Novaho gets a weak shoulder off of the mat, as Downing cringes in the pain of movement, and drags himself up again. Matt takes a quick breather in the corner, leaving Novaho to slowly recover on the mat, but Downing smartly goes back to work on his opponent before any real progress can be made. He hits a kick to the side, before holding onto the ropes and shaking his left leg in an attempt to get some feeling back in it. He again tests his weight on it, and this time he gingerly manages to stand up on two feet. Downing smiles nervously to the crowd, and hits another kick on Novaho, before raising him up, and hitting a right hand to the head. Novaho goes down to the ground swiftly, but regains his composure, this time returning with his own right hand. Downing hits a left hand, Novaho with a right, Downing, Novaho, Downing, Novaho. Downing hits one last shot, as Novaho recoils and falls to one knee. He then backs away towards the turnbuckle. Downing advances towards him, but Novaho shifts down onto his back and pulls Downing forwards using his tights, as Downing falls head first and hits the middle turnbuckle, falling back onto the mat, holding his chin.Matthews: A chance for Novaho to mount an offence now, Dean.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:13:38 GMT
GRUDGE MATCH: PART II Novaho gradually makes it up, along with Downing straight after him. Novaho is first to react however and catches Downing in the gut with a stinging kick. Downing leans forwards, and Novaho hooks his head, lifting Downing up and swings him around, hitting an impaler DDT!
The contingent of Novaho's fans in the crowd let out a resounding cheer, as Downings fans gasp and look worried, with Downing crashing down onto the mat, immediately followed by Novaho, who looks spent after a move that took a lot of strength to complete. Both men are down on their backs, so the referee counts...
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At nine, Novaho makes a last gasp effort to roll over onto Downing, and does, to the delight of his fans, as the referee halts the count and accounts for the cover...
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Downing kicks out again!Matthews: The crowd are going nuts here in the Georgia Dome for Matt Downing! Malenko: Neither of these men will quit in this match. It's going to come down to who has the most energy reserves, as this match goes past the thirty minute mark! Novaho rolls off of Downing, who is still lying motionless, as though the kickout was totally instict based. Novaho lets out an intense growl, as he pulls himself up to his feet and unleashes a flurry of kicks to his old friend. He hits seven or eight violent kicks, before jumping on top of Downing and choking the life out of him, as the crowd gasp and look on with anxiousness. Downing splutters and struggles, as he hits Novaho on the head with a punch, but has no effect, as the referee starts to count on Novaho's chokehold...
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Novaho wisely lets go before the five mark, and stands up, blood boiling and veins popping out of his forehead with anger and intensity. He looks to the fans, as Downing incoherantly follows the way of the ropes to the turnbuckle. He props himself up, as Novaho lies in waiting. Downing pulls himself up, not noticing Novaho, as Jerome picks up a head of steam and charges at Downing, hitting a running splash and knocking Downing down into the turnbuckle. Novaho emerges from the move, as he picks up Matt and leads Downing up and throws him through the middle ropes to the outside.Matthews: Looks like we're heading to the outside again, Dean. This match just can't be contained in a wrestling ring. Novaho jumps though the ropes and lands on the mat, turns around, and outdstretches his hand to lift up Downing, who is struggling again to support his weight on his left leg. Novaho grabs a hold of Downings head, and makes a motion to slap Matt's head off of the apron, but Downing blocks it. Novaho tries again, but Downing puts his hand in the way again. Novaho tires a third time but before he can thurst downing forward, Matt catches Novaho with a wiley poke to the eye, and with Jerome recoiling, Downing grabs hold of Novaho's head and bounces him off of the apron, as Novaho falls backwards onto the padding. The crowd cheers again, with Downing leaning backwards onto the apron catching his breath. He gets his focus back within a few seconds, and picks up the staggering Novaho, who is holding his head, but Novaho can do nothing to stop Downing pulling back and shoving Novaho into the nearest turnbuckle on the side of the ring. Novaho manages to raise an arm, but still recieves a whack to the side of the face from the steel. Downing rolls inside the ring meanwhile, and once again goes to the process of waking up some kind of power left in his weakened leg. Novaho meanwhile is nursing his head again, and turning around onto his front, reveals a sizeable cut on his cheek, which is gashing blood across his nose and mouth.Malenko: We have blood, Josh!, It's about to get serious! Matthews: What?, it's not serious enough for you, Dean?, Matt Downing may have torn his quad in this match already! Downing meanwhile is waiting for Novaho to stand up, as he silently prays for his leg to hold up. He see's Novaho standing, as he runs as fast as an injured man can, and throws himself through the middle ropes at speed, catching Novaho with a diving forearm!
The crowd jump to their feet and chant 'CC-Dub!, CC-Dub!' as both Novaho and Downing lie on the ground looking like they have both been shot. The referee starts to count again...
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Downing somehow manages to get to his feet, with his leg holding up. He strikes Novaho with a punch to the head, knocking Novaho back down as he was rising.
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Downing looks to the crowd, and shakes his head, not wanting the match to end on a countout, as he drags Novaho up and slides him under the bottom ropes, getting in himself just before the nine count. Both men look to be totally destroyed, as they both, by some miracle, pull themselves up and onto their knee's, then their feet. The crowd applaud both men, as they stumble into eachother and fall sideways onto the ropes, trying to find a centre of gravity to work with. Downing strikes first, hitting a weak right hand, knocking Novaho in his already bloodied up head. Novaho returns with his own shot. Downing walks over to Novaho and hits a knife edge chop, as the crowd shout "WOOOO!", but Novaho has no response as Downing grabs hold of Novaho's hand, and whips him into the ropes, and follows up with a clothesline, which knocks Novaho down. Downing moves around and picks up Novaho again, whipping him again into the ropes, and this time hitting a reverse elbow, knocking Jerome down again. The crowd start to get worried, as both men are looking like they might faint at any time as the match reaches the hour mark. Downing hits a stomp, before picking Novaho up again, and again whipping him into the ropes. Novaho comes back off the ropes, but see's the clothesline from Downing coming, and ducks it, but he doesn't carry on running, as he locks Downings arms, signalling to the crowd that it's time for the Nova Effect. The crowd gasp in shock, as Novaho tries to lunge forwards, but is locked in position by the right leg of Downing, which is hooked around his left leg. Novaho fights through the move, but has his own head hooked, as Downing uses his last ounce of strength to lift Novaho, turn him around and hit a powerful Downward Spiral! Both men topple onto the mat, after the move, motionless, as the referee counts once AGAIN...
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Suddenly, the crowd all stand up, desperate to see what's happening, and a loud cheer echoes throughout the arena, as Downing crawls over onto Novaho, who looks to be out cold, and places one solitiary arm over the chest of his opponent. the referee even looks tired now, as he counts.
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The ref slams the mat for the third time, as the bell rings, and a deafening flood of cheers comes from the majority of the crowd. Each and everyone of the massive attendance are just applauding both of the competitors, in great respect of an epic battle between two men that just wouldn't quit. 'End of Heartache' By Killswitch Engage plays as Downing breathes heavily on his back, not able to pull himself up.Bruce Buffer: And the winner, by pinfall, The 'Downward Spiral', Matt Downing! A couple of backstage crewmen come rushing down to the ring, helping Downing up to his feet, as Matt puts all of his weight onto them. The crowd continue to applaud the efforts of Novaho and Downing, as Downing is helped out of the ring. Matt regains some composure, as he looks back to Novaho, who is lying in the center of the ring in the exact same place he fell. Downing looks to the crowd, and shoves off the crewmen, as he claps his hands together through a sweat drenched face at his opponent, as a sign of a well fought battle. The crowd cheer at the show of class by Downing who exits the arena on his own two feet, to the sounds of the chant 'Downing, Downing, Downing'.Matthews: What a match!, A match that is well deserving of being on the card of Night of the Immortals! Malenko: These guys lasted nearly an hour in that ring, slugging it out, and neither can be discredited for what was the best match I have seen either of these men take part in both of their careers. But, just like he said, Josh, Matt Downing came up with the goods tonight and proved once and for all that he is the better man. Matthews: I see a great future for this man in CCW, Dean, especially after overcoming an opponent with much more main event experience than himself. Matt Downing is the immortal tonight! NIGHT OF THE iMMORTALS 2 GOES TO A COMMERCIAL...
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:15:36 GMT
The camera opens in the parking lot of the Georgia Dome, where “One Man Army” Nathan Versus is making his way towards the arena. The crowd erupts at the sight of The Future Of Sports Entertainment, as chants of “Versus! Versus!” fill the Dome.
Versus, however, could care less. The usual pissed-off expression and menacing glare is replaced by a look of anxiety as Versus stares straight ahead towards the venue, deep in thought.
As he approaches the Dome, he notices CCW’s Kimberly Jordan awaiting his arrival, microphone in hand. As Versus draws closer, Jordan smiles and raises the microphone…
Jordan: (smiling) Mr. Versus!
He pushes the microphone aside…
Versus: No comment.
In her typical journalistic manner, Jordan doesn’t take the hint, pressing the issue as she pursues Versus across the parking lot…
Jordan: But I wanted to ask you about tonight’s match between you and JD Wheeler… Some have proclaimed it the biggest dream match in CCW history and wrestling fans around the world are truly divided!
With that, Versus spins around to face her, causing her to jolt backwards in shock! Versus draws into her, whilst she backs away nervously, before bumping into a nearby parked car, which prevents her from creating any further space between herself and the One Man Army, who stares at her with a enraged look on his face…
Versus brings his body close to hers in an intimidating manner, whilst eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. Versus moves his face close to hers, causing her to move her head away…
Versus: (calmly) I don’t give a fuck about being in the biggest match in CCW history… I don’t give a fuck about CCW fans… (he pauses for a few moments, then whispers in her ear)… And unless you want me to violate your body in ways that will leave you both emotionally and physically scarred for the rest of your life, I suggest you stay the fuck out of my way…
Jordan is trembling, but manages to nod feebly…
Versus’ menacing glare is replaced by a sadistic smile, as he begins to turn away from Jordan. She breathes a sigh of relief, before Versus turns back…
Versus: …And you can quote me on that.
Versus walks away, leaving Jordan shocked and staring at the camera in disbelief…
Ross: Good Lord. We know Nathan Versus is prone to mood swings, but that was just ridiculous!
As Versus makes his way into the Dome, he notices Unleashed’s General Manager Bret “Hit Man” Hart. He holds his arms out and smiles…
Hart: Versus, Unleashed is counting on you tonight!
Versus stops and stares at Hart…
Versus: Is that so? (Versus laughs to himself) In that case, chief, can you do me a favour and send them a message on my behalf?
Hart: Sure, not a problem, what is it?
Versus: Tell ‘em to go fuck themselves… (Hart looks shocked, staring at Versus in disbelief)… You got it, or you want me to write it down?
Hart opens his mouth to give Versus a dressing down…
Hart: Who do you…
Versus: (cutting him off) Think I am? I think I’m a lot of things, son, but right now, this very moment, I’m the motherfucker who can make you wish Bill Goldberg finished you off.
Versus pushes past Hart, continuing to make his way into the arena, whilst Hart looks on in disgust…
After a few steps, Versus suddenly comes to a halt, something having caught his eye. A look of shock appears on the face of the One Man Army, before a trembling rage begins passing through him. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words don’t come out. Instead, Versus steps back, shaking his head in utter disbelief, before spitting on the ground in a disgusted manner and storming off screen…
Ross: What was that?
The camera slowly turns, panning into a nearby CCW merchandise stand, where discounted $10 Nathan Versus t-shirts hang alongside $20 JD Wheeler t-shirts…
Ross: Oh.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:16:33 GMT
A video package comes up on the screen, and it fades in on a man , who we don't know yet, who is walking down the aisle, the fans going wild. Lights are flashing all around, and music starts to kick in. Suddenly, a voice-over comes on.
Voice-over: One man had a dream.
On the aisle, the man kneels down, and raises his arms in the air while pyro shoots out behind him.
Voice-over: One man had a dream of becoming a professional wrestler.
The video cuts to a wrestling school, where a student is wrestling in the small ring, practicing moves and holds on an unknown opponent. The room is a bit dark but the light is coming from the outside. We see this man running against the ropes and nailing a flying forearm, and he nips up.
Voice-over: One man had a dream of making it into the world of professional wrestling.
The video cuts to a long hallway, the hallway that leads you to the entrance. You see somebody walking down, with just their feet shown. You can hear the fans chant and cheer, and it starts to get louder.
Voice-over: One man had a dream of making it to the top.
The man is still walking down, where the chants and cheers are getting louder and louder.
Voice-over: One man had a dream of winning titles.
The man gets closer and closer to the entrance, and the crowd is getting even more louder.
Voice-over: One man had a dream of main-eventing in the biggest show of the year, challenging for the top prize in the business.
The man is standing on top of the stairs, behind the curtains, and everything goes silent.
Voice-over: Tonight, his dream comes true.
"I Dare You" by Shinedown immediately plays and out comes Shawn Greene behind the curtain. Clips are shown with him kneeling down with the pyro shooting up behind him, and some action in the ring. There are many clips in the ring, where Shawn Greene is taking on the likes of Cowards, Chris 6yxx, The Revolution, JD Wheeler, Adam Matthews, Marcus Knight, and the rest of the Onslaught roster.
Shawn Greene (Voice-over): I was trained by one of the very best in the world, Shawn Michaels. I was training with the likes of Paul London, Brian Kendrick, and "American Dragon" Bryan Danielson, and Chris 6yxx at the time, and it was a great experience to train with them. After a few years of training I left Shawn Michaels Academy being the top student. If it wasn't for Shawn Michaels, I wouldn't be in CCW.
Old clips are shown of him training in Shawn Michaels' school. In the ring, he is facing Paul London, and Shawn Michaels seems impressed. Greene pins London, and Michaels talks to Greene.
Shawn Michaels: Great job, Greene, great job. I know in a few years, you'll be at the top, and you'll be one of the best athletes the world will ever see. I have faith in you.
More clips are shown of Greene training and working out. Early clips of him wrestling in other promotions are shown. After a few of them, the video cuts to Greene's CCW debut in the Hardcore Open.
Shawn Greene (Voice-over): When I made my debut in CCW, it was electrifying. The fans were just amazing. It was the beginning of a phenomenon.
The music kicks in louder, as more clips are shown. Some of the clips include his feud with Cowards, Chris 6yxx, and The Revolution. Other clips include his finishing move, The Showstopper.
Shawn Greene (Voice-over): I am one of the best wrestlers in the business, no doubt about it.
More clips are shown with Shawn in action, but the video cuts to the Summer Madness PPV.
Chris 6yxx smirks and turns around and is hit in the face with The Showstopper! Shawn Greene collapses on top of Chris for the pin!
One...
Two...
Three!
Buffer: And the winner of this match...by pinfall...and the NEW AMERICAN CHAMPION! SHAWN GREENE!
Matthews: He done it! Shawn Greene has finally become champion! The curse is broken.
Malenko: This has to be one of the greatest days in this young man's career.
The end of the clip shows Greene celebrating with the American championship on top of the turnbuckle.
Shawn Greene (Voice-over): Winning my first major title in CCW was one of my greatest achievements in my career thus far. The feeling was off the hook.
The clips fades out, and more in-ring clips are shown. The video fades out, and it cuts to Resurrection. Shawn Greene enters at number 14, and we see a bunch of clips where inside the ring he tries to survive elimination. The participants go down to four. Cowards eliminates Reinhardt, but Greene and Thomas Richards eliminate Cowards, and now it's the final two.
JR: We’re down to the final two! Green and Richards!
Greene and Richards, exhausted, stare at each other.
JR: These two fearsome competitors…only one of them can win the chance for glory.
Malenko: Two of the greatest.
Greene and Richards start to fight, and we see a bunch of clips of the action. After Josh Violence distracts Thomas Richards, Shawn Greene nails The Showstopper to the back of Richards' head to eliminate him! The fans rise to their feet and and the crowd erupts. The music gets louder, and Shawn Greene throws his arms up in the air in celebration.
Buffer: Here is your winner, and the no.1 contender to the Heavyweight Championship, SHAWN GREENE!
Shawn Greene climbs to the turnbuckle, as confetti comes down from the rafters. The crowd is going absolutely crazy, and Shawn Greene once again throws his arms up in the air.
Shawn Greene (Voice-over): My win at Resurrection was the biggest win of my career. Not only did I win, but I know have a chance at the World Heavyweight title, or the Global Championship at Night of the Immortals. My dream is coming true. It's my time.
The video cuts to the recent edition of Onslaught, where Shawn Greene announces where he's going to go, and what title he's going after.
Shawn Greene: I'm staying right here on Onslaught!
JR: It's going to be J-Man vs. Shawn Greene at Night of the Immortals! What a main-event!
The last clip we see is J-Man and Shawn Greene face-to-face, and the music stops. The screen goes blank.
Voice-over: Tonight, one man's dream awaits. The screen fades in on a dim room, with one light on. We see a man whose head is down, and it starts to rise. It's Shawn Greene, who looks into the camera with fierce eyes. He has a bandage on his head from the beat down from J-Man with the chair. He's still silent, and starts to grin.Shawn Greene: J-Man. When you took me out on Onslaught two weeks ago, it became clear. It became clear that you didn't care about your fans, or my fans. No, all you cared about was money. And why? Quite frankly, I'm not sure, but what I do know is that you turned your back on your fans, the fans that have supported you since day one. You turned your back because of the money? I don't get you, man. Shawn stops to think, and he shakes his head.Shawn Greene: I'm disappointed in you, man. At first when you proposed a J-Man/Shawn Greene match, I was really interested. I really thought we could've had a great, catch-on-catch match, but now, you made it personal. Shawn pounds the table in front of him in anger, and he stands up from the chair.Shawn Greene: Do you know how long I've been waiting for this opportunity? Do you? Too long, J-Man, way too long. And finally, I get my opportunity, at the biggest stage of them all, Night of the Immortals. And tonight, we meet one-on-one for the first time in many months. This time, for the Global Heavyweight Championship, a title that I deserved for a very long time. Do you know how it feels to be left out in the title hunt? Do you, J-Man! This match has been long overdue, and it's about time I finally receive my shot! I told everybody around the world that I would win the 30 Man Rumble at Resurrection, and damn it, I did! I don't like to be angry, but J-Man, I've been waiting for this for months, and now it's damn personal. Shawn looks down, breathes sort of heavily. He raises his head, looking at the camera.Shawn Greene: J-Man, tonight, your reign as champion will abruptly end, as I will make your night a living hell, and at the end, one man, ONE man, will come out on top. This match is for all the fans, all the fans that you turned on. Tonight is my night, and my destiny awaits! Tonight is a new beginning, and tonight will be historic, as I, Shawn Greene, will take what's mine, and that's the Global Heavyweight Championship! The camera zooms in on Shawn's face.Shawn Greene: J-Man, tonight, you and me. I'll see you later, champ. Shawn looks into the camera with his intense eyes. He then walks over to the light and places his hand on the switch.Shawn: Immortality awaits. Shawn turns off the light, and now it's pitch black.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:17:38 GMT
TEAM UNLEASHED VS. TEAM ONSLAUGHT [/CENTER][/color] Buffer: The following six-man tag team contest is an inter-promotional, Unleashed vs. Onslaught showdown! The 80,000 in attendance at the Georgia Dome pop for the announcement of the match, but this turns to boos, as “Smooth Operator” begins to play, and Marcus Knight enters the stage, dressed in all new attire. Buffer: Introducing first, representing the Onslaught brand: From Washington, D.C., weighing in at 235 lbs . . . “The Smooth Operator” Marcus Knight! Knight strolls down to the ring apron, confidently strokes his goatee, and then steps into the ring, leaving his robe on the top rope. Matthews: Now normally, I don’t approve of our representatives’ behavior; but tonight, there’s no question who I’ll be pulling for. Next, “Heretic Anthem” starts with a fireball, as the Wh_ walks onto the stage, and makes his way down to the ring. Buffer: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at 320 lbs . . . . the Wh_! Malenko: Lets see how those Unleashed guys like having him knock their heads around! The Wh_ enters the ring, and he and Knight bump fists in solidarity.
Then, “So Fresh, So Clean” comes on the arena speakers, and Adam Matthews heads onto the stage, and towards the ring. Buffer: And from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 223 lbs . . . “Captain Charisma” Adam Matthews! Matthews climbs into the ring, and the three Onslaught wrestlers huddle up briefly to talk pre-match strategy. Matthews: Dean, with three former world champions on one side, I’d back this team any time, any place! As soon as he says that, “Puerto Rican Power” begins, and the Georgia Dome pops for the arrival of Donny Ramon! Buffer: Representing the Unleashed brand: From San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 284 lbs . . . Donny Ramon! Ramon strolls cockily into the ring, puts out his cigar, and flings it into the fans.
The arena then goes dark, as “Downfall” begins, accompanied by red smoke, and a cheer rising from the stands. Soon, Damien Johnson appears on the stage, revealing himself as the replacement!Buffer: From Jackson, New Jersey, weighing in at 287 lbs . . . Damien Johnson! Johnson walks into the ring, and delivers a menacing throat-slashing gesture to the Onslaught team, gathered in the opposite corner.
Finally, “Won’t Back Down” begins, and searchlights move around the arena, inciting more cheers from the fans. Buffer: And weighing in at 338 lbs . . . Vincent Reinhardt Entering the ring, Reinhardt gestures to the fans, before handing his coat and glasses to the ref. Matthews: We both know there’s been a lot of discussion since the brand split about which show’s the stronger. But tonight: the talking stops, and the fighting begins. Malenko: And I’m confident we’ll show all these 80,000 fans just who’s the top show in CCW! With all six men in the ring, the two teams gather in their corners, and send their first men forward. Matthews: So it looks like we’ll see Knight and Ramon start things for their respective brands. As the two draw nearer, Knight arrogantly dusts off his white boots, and struts into a collar-and elbow tie up with Ramon. The two grapplers push each other back and forth, trying to gain control, until the larger Ramon gains the upper hand, forcing Knight to a knee. Struggling, Knight manages to push his way back to a vertical base, but is promptly driven into a corner. Knight grabs onto the ropes, and the ref forces Ramon back to the middle of the ring.
Malenko: I’ll tell you one thing: we’re not gonna get anywhere trying to overpower the Unleashed side.
Gathering himself, Knight gets out of the ropes, and heads back towards the center ring. Again they tie up at the collar and elbow; but as Ramon begins to shove Marcus Knight to a knee again, Knight releases his left hand, spins out to the side, and applies a standing armbar, posting his hand into Ramon’s shoulder. Bent below a 90 degree angle, and feeling the strain, Ramon reaches toward Knight, trying to find a way out of the predicament. He manages to grab Knight’s leg, and tries for a single leg trip. However, Knight senses this, spins Ramon around, and plants him with a belly to back suplex!
Instead of going for the cover, Knight pops back up, briefly flexes, and the heads off the ropes. He then goes for an Austin-like elbow drop, but Ramon rolls out of the way. Knight strikes his elbow on the canvas, and grabs it as he gets back to his feet. However, Ramon has also gotten to his feet, as he runs off the ropes, and connects a big shoulder block to Knight! Slipping about, Knight staggers over to his corner, and woozily tags Adam Matthews.
Matthews hops into the ring, and heads towards Ramon. Ramon takes a swing at him, but Matthews ducks under, and then responds with a pair of crisp backhand chops. He then pushes Ramon against the ropes, and tries to whip him, but gets reversed. Ramon crouches down, looking for a back body drop, prompting Matthews to leap over him for a sunset flip . . . but he can’t bring the big man down! Ramon drops down to punch Matthews, who rolls away. Matthews then leaps to his feet, and catches Ramon with a dropkick! He goes for the cover, and gets a two count.
On the mat, Matthews grabs the arm of Ramon, and applies a short arm scissors. Finding his arm being torqued yet again, Ramon uses his free limps to resist, pushing himself up, and then stacking Matthews up for the pin, getting a two count. As Matthews kicks out, he keeps control of Ramon’s arm, going back to the short arm scissors. And again, Ramon manages to stack him for the pin, getting a two count. Determined, Matthews goes back to the short arm scissors, but soon finds himself countered again. However, this time, Ramon lifts him off the mat, and drills him with a sideslam! Ramon attempts his first cover of the match, getting a two count.
Ramon pulls Matthews up, wringing his arm as he does so. He then strikes Matthews with several chops, causing him to squirm and recoil in pain. After battering Matthews, Ramon reaches down, and lifts him for a scoop slam, dropping him down to the mat. He covers him, and gets a two count.
Ramon gets up, and pulls Matthews with him, but only smash him with an uppercut forearm! Ramon then heads off the ropes, but as he gets to the Onslaught side ropes, the Wh_ reaches over, and clubs him on the back! The Georgia Dome crowd boos in response, and Ramon is momentarily distracted. He turns back around, and Matthews swoops in for a CHARISMA KICK . . . but Ramon catches his foot! However, Matthews swiftly follows up with an enzaguri! He goes for the cover, 1 . . . 2, no!
Matthews: A bit of shady tactics there, but I’m not complaining.
Matthews takes a second to gain his bearings, and then whips him into the opposite corner. He then charges the corner, and leaps into a Stinger Splash, but gets caught by Ramon! The crowd cheers, as Ramon tosses Matthews into the corner, and starts to wail on him! Ramon pounds Matthews with a barrage of stiff backfist shots, whipping Matthews’ head back until the ref’s count of four. Leaving Matthews, Ramon walks over to his corner, and tags in Damien Johnson.
As he enters the ring, Matthews staggers out of the corner, and is immediately floored by a big boot from Johnson! Matthews bounces off the mat, and Johnson pulls him right back up. He hits Matthews on the back and shoulders with several clubbing blows, whips him off the ropes, and drops him across his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! He covers Matthews, and gets a two count.
Johnson pulls Matthews from the mat again, and drapes him across his shoulders, perhaps ready for the Darkness Falls.
Malenko: He’s gonna have to find some way to stop this . . .
Johnson goes to slam him, but Matthews slides down his back! He then lifts the big man up, and hits an atomic drop. Grabbing Johnson’s shoulders, Matthews leaps onto him, and slides back for a victory roll; 1 . . . 2 . . . No!
Matthews gets up, rubbing his back, and heads over to his corner to tag in The Wh_.
Malenko: We’re bringin’ in the big guns now!
The Wh_ steps over the top rope, and over to Johnson. Damien meets his adversary with a hard right, drawing an “ooh!” from the crowd. Johnson follows with another right, but The Wh_ bats his arm down, and connects with a hard right of his own, knocking Johnson back. Gaining an advantage, The Wh_ lands another pair of rights, winning the brief battle of punches. He then thrusts his hand into Johnson’s neck, ramming him all the way into the corner, where he continues to choke him until the count of 4.
Holding Johnson by the shoulder, the Wh_ delivers a few measured shots, knocking his head back into the corner. Again the ref counts to four, so The Wh_ pulls Johnson out of the corner. The Wh_ takes him to the mat with a snap mare takedown, and then whips around, planting a boot in his midsection. He then drapes himself over Johnson’s shoulders, covering him and getting a two count.
The Wh_ moves into a top guard, and punishes Johnson with a flurry of rights, stopping at the ref’s command. Methodically, he gets up, pulls Johnson with him, and then whips him off the far ropes. The Wh_ crouches down, and waits for Johnson, but gets met with a knee to the face! Still on his feet, The Wh_ staggers back, and Johnson continues the assault, grabbing his head, and delivering two more knees, until he finally gets him to the mat. He covers him, and gets a two count.
Pulling The Wh_ off the mat, Johnson garbs his arm, and rocks him with a hard clothesline. Moving behind his staggering opponent, Johnson hooks him in a full nelson, and attempts to slam him. However, the Wh_ is able to come back to his feet, switch behind Johnson, and stun him with a clothesline of his own, connecting with the back of his head. He then grabs Johnson by the head, and plants him with a swinging neckbreaker. He covers him, and gets a two count.
The Wh_ pulls Johnson up, and puts on a front facelock. He raises him for a brain buster, but Johnson gets back to his feet, and elbows his way free. Grabbing the Wh_, he appears to hook him for a suplex, but gets shoved back. The Wh_ takes a swing at Johnson, who ducks under, grabs him, pulls him in, and throws the giant with a hard belly-to-belly suplex! A bit winded, Johnson goes to his corner, and tags in Vincent Reinhardt.
Matthews: Here we go, the two biggest guys in the match are gonna go head to head!
Reinhardt steps over the top rope, drawing a pop from the crowd. Having gotten back to his feet, The Wh_ grimaces, and goes to meet his opponent head on. The two tie up at the collar and elbow, and the Wh_ soon gets Reinhardt in a headlock. However, Reinhardt shoves him, sending him off the ropes. As he returns, the Wh_ gears up for a shoulder block . . . and runs into a brick wall! The crowd pops as Reinhardt remains in his place, to the Wh_’s chagrin. This time, Reinhardt goes off the ropes, and shoulder block’s the Wh_, who staggers back. Reinhardt approaches him, but the Wh_ counters with a stiff right! Reinhardt jerks back . . . and then responds with a hard right of his own! The Wh_ doubles over, allowing Reinhardt to grab him, and plant him with a powerslam! He goes for the cover, and gets a tow count.
Matthews: I’d say Reinhardt effectively overpowered The Wh_.
The two get to their feet, and in another display of strength, Reinhardt lifts his 320-lb opponent onto his shoulder, runs to the corner, and hits the snake eyes. The Wh_ staggers back out of the corner, and Reinhardt runs off the ropes, and floors him with a leaping clothesline! He covers him again, getting a near fall.
Again Reinhardt pulls The Wh_ up for a punishing slam. This time, he grabs The Wh_ by the head, going for the Baldo bomb, but The Wh_ kicks him in the abdomen, freeing himself. The Wh_ lands a pair of rights, and then swings at Reinhardt for a big lariat, only to have his arm trapped, and taken down with a reverse STO! On the mat, Reinhardt tries to grapevine The Wh_’s arm into a Fujiwara armbar, but The Wh_ manages to slide over to the ropes. Pulling himself up, The Wh_ shuffles over to the corner, and tags in Adam Matthews.
Matthews runs towards Reinhardt, and tries to catch him off guard with a quick kick to the side, but Reinhardt grabs his leg, and nails him with a hard right to the jaw. Matthews doubles over, and Reinhardt goes off the ropes. He looks for a shoulder block on Matthews, but Matthews manages to leap up, grab Reinhardt, and monkey flip him, using his own momentum to launch him clear across the ring! Unfortunately for Matthews, however, he lands right in his own corner, where he shakes off some cobwebs, and tags in Donny Ramon.
Ramon heads in furiously, but gets swiftly taken down with an armdrag from Matthews. On the mat, Matthews keeps Ramon’s arm trapped, as he delivers a few clubbing blows. Ramon starts to get to his feet, but Matthews keeps with him, holding on to his arm. He twists Ramon’s arm behind his back, and begins stinging him with some hard backhand chops. Ramon grimaces in pain, and Matthews balls up his fist. He attempts a hard backfist, but Ramon untwists his arm, pulls Matthews in, hoists him up in a fireman’s carry, and then drops him for a hard rib breaker!
Matthews folds up on the mat, and Ramon punishes him with a series of stomps. He then heads off the ropes, and delivers a big leg drop to Matthews. He covers him, and gets a two count.
Ramon pulls Matthews up, and sends him hurtling with a whip into the corner. He then charges, and raises his arm for a lariat . . .but Matthews ducks out of the way! Ramon bounces hard off the corner, and Matthews quickly leaps onto the second rope, and then plants Ramon with a Tornado DDT! He goes for the cover . . . 1 . . . 2 . . .No!
Getting back up, Matthews grabs Ramon by the legs, and stomps him right in the gut. Holding onto his legs, he appears to go for the early victory, and apply the Scorpion Deathlock . . .but Ramon shoves him away. Ramon takes the opportunity to get to his feet, but as soon as he does, Matthews runs in, and takes him down with a hard bulldog!
Instead of covering him, Matthews takes Ramon around the neck, heads to the onslaught corner, and tags in The Wh_. With a nod of his head, Matthews hands his opponent to the Wh_, and steps outside the ropes. The Wh_ grabs Ramon, and clubs him hard on the head twice. He then ducks between Ramon’s legs, as Matthews simultaneously climbs to the top rope.
Josh Matthews: I wonder what this means?
With Matthews on the top rope, The Wh_ stands up, hoisting Ramon into the air. Matthews then leaps off the rope, thrusting his feet into Ramon as The Wh_ falls back, for a devastating dropkick/electric chair combo!!
Matthews: WOW! What impact!
Malenko: This is the kind of teamwork that wins matches!
Matthews leaves the ring, as The Wh_ covers Ramon; 1 . . . 2 . . . Ramon just kicks out!
A bit surprised, The Wh_ pulls Ramon off the mat, and applies a front facelock. He lifts him up, and goes for the Orange Crush . . .but Ramon slides back down! Still in a front facelock, Ramon punches his opponent twice in the ribs. He manages to push himself free, but the Wh_ responds with a straight boot to the chest, knocking Ramon back into the Unleashed corner! There, a hungry Damien Johnson makes the blind tag, relieving his partner.
Johnson runs straight at The Wh_, who takes a swing at him. Johnson ducks under, heads off the ropes, and goes back to the Wh_. The Wh_ makes the transition, and whips him around for the black hole slam, but Johnson lands on his feet, and hip tosses him to the mat! The Wh_ gets back up, and Johnson meets him with a right hook to the face. Johnson then hooks him, and nails him with a fisherman suplex, bridging into the cover, and getting a two count.
Johnson gets to his feet, and The Wh_ begins to follow. Johnson grabs The Wh_ in a front waistlock, but The Wh_ bell claps him, causing him to release his grip. Johnson turns away, and The Wh_ clubs him on the back of the shoulders several times. He then whips him off the ropes, but Johnson hits him with a shoulder block. The Wh_ staggers back, but as Johnson approaches him, he connects a boot to his gut, lifts him onto his shoulders, and sits out for a big backbreaker!
Johnson lies on the mat, and after the Wh_ gets up, he stomps his downed opponent several times. He then places his boot on Johnson’s throat, choking him until the ref counts to four. The Wh_ pulls Johnson off the mat, takes him over to the ropes, and sets him up with his wrists tied over the top rope. He then punches Johnson several times, getting in a few good cheap shots on his opponent. After the ref backs him off, The Wh_ runs at Johnson, and raises his boot . . .but Johnson makes it to the side, and the Wh_ gets hung up on the rope! Johnson pulls him off, hooks his arms, and drives him backwards with a tiger suplex! The Wh_ crumples up, and rolls backwards into the Onslaught corner, where he tags in Marcus Knight.
Knight steps through the ropes, and cautiously approaches Johnson. Johnson takes a swing at Knight, who ducks behind him and hammerlocks his other arm. Johnson elbows Knight twice in the face, breaking the hold. Knight staggers away, and after turning around to face him, Johnson thrusts his boot at him, but Knight catches his foot, and takes him down with a dragon screw. On the mat, Knight applies a rear waistlock to Johnson. Soon enough, Johnson manages to get to his feet, turn Knight around, and back him hard into a neutral corner. Knight releases his grip, as Johnson takes him by the head, and heaves him running into the corner, sending him bouncing off, head over heels! Knight ends up back on his feet, where Johnson whips him off the ropes, and plants him with a flapjack.
Knight rolls over on the mat, and Johnson gets back to his feet. He then goes over to Knight, and tucks his head for a powerbomb; but Knight spins out, and takes him down with a drop toehold. Keeping his leg grapevined, Knight attempts to hook Johnson in an STS, but Johnson begins sliding towards the ropes. Knight almost gets it locked on . . . but unfortunately, Johnson has dragged the two of them to his corner, and the outstretched arm of Vincent Reinhardt!
Realizing what’s happened, Knight quickly releases the hold, and backs away from the looming Reinhardt, only to end up between him and the ropes. Desperate, Knight goes for one of Reinhardt’s legs, but gets elbowed in the back, and drops to his knees. Reinhardt pulls Knight, up, and punishes him with several shots t the face. He then lifts Knight up, and perches him on the top turnbuckle. Reinhardt delivers a few rights and lefts to Knight’s body, and then takes him, presses him CLEAN OVERHEAD, and slams him down to the mat!
Matthews: Amazing!
The show of strength elicits a big pop from the crowd, and Reinhardt isn’t finished. With Knight in the middle of the ring, Reinhardt himself climbs to the second rope, and nails him with a diving shoulder block! Knight falls back, and rolls into the opposite corner of the ring.
Feeling a bit of momentum, Reinhardt heads over to the corner, and viciously stomps Knight, stopping at the ref’s behest. He pulls Knight up, whips him into the far corner, and delivers a hard running forearm smash! Knight can barely stand as Reinhardt takes him into the center of the ring. There, he scoops him, and lifts him off the mat- but Knight slides over his back! Knight delivers a punch to Reinhardt, and hooks him for a exploder suplex; but Reinhardt shoves him, pushing him all the way into the corner! Reinhardt follows him- but Knight meets him with a desperate boot to the face! Reinhardt stops, allowing Knight to get in a shot to the ribs as well. He then moves to his side, grabs his leg and arm, and throws the colossal man with a Saito suplex!
Malenko: Reinhardt may be a giant, but make no mistake: Knight’s a very powerful man himself!
Knight takes a moment to re-group and the gets to his feet. Standing over his fallen opponent, he drops an elbow down on him, gets up, and then does it again. He then shoots a half nelson, and rolls him into a lateral press, getting a two count.
On the mat, Knight attempts to keep Reinhardt grounded, getting on his back and applying a rear chinlock. The hold seems to wear Reinhardt down- that is, until he begins to get to his feet. Seeing this, Knight tightens his grip, and wraps his legs around Reinhardt, but to no avail! Reinhardt gets to his feet with Knight on his back, grabs Knight’s head, and throws him over his shoulders! Knight comes back up, clutching his back, and Reinhardt scoops him up, and slams him into a shoulder breaker! Reinhardt covers him, getting a two count.
Reinhardt pulls Knight up, and rocks him with a pair of hard uppercuts! Knight drifts over to the ropes, and as he comes back, Reinhardt slams him with a big Muscle buster! Reinhardt hooks his leg; 1 . . . 2 . . . No!
Briefly holding three fingers menacingly towards the ref, Reinhardt gets back to his feet, and sees Knight has slinked into a neutral corner. Running towards him, Reinhardt goes to kick his head in, but Knight dodges his foot, and seeing an opportunity, kicks Reinhardt in the back of the knee! The shot drives Reinhardt’s knee into the turnbuckle, causing him to grab his kneecap. Realizing what he’s done, Knight kicks him again, achieving the same result! With Reinhardt in pain, Knight makes it to his feet, moves behind him, and chop blocks him in the knee! Reinhardt bounces of the corner, and rolls into the middle of the ring
Malenko: I couldn’t have done it any better myself; the only way to beat a giant is to chop him down to your size.
Knight delivers an elbow drop to Reinhardt’s leg, causing a visible deal of discomfort. Holding onto the leg, he gets to his feet, and clubs the appendage a few times. He then holds it out in front of him, and swings his leg for a kick . . . but Reinhardt pulls his leg (and Knight) in, and grabs Knight around the throat!
Matthews: Oh dear . . . .
Reinhardt gets to his feet, and goes to chokeslam Knight; but Knight grabs his leg, trips the other one, and then delivers a leg drop right at the base of his quadriceps!
Reinhardt is clearly in a bad way, as Knight drags him over to the ropes. Knight drapes the injured leg over the second rope, and then clubs it twice. He then goes over to the corner, climbs to the second rope, and delivers an elbow drop right into the leg!
Reinhardt jerks away from the ropes, convulsing in pain. Assuredly, Knight follows him into the middle of the ring. Turning Reinhardt on his back, Knight grabs the leg, and spins around, twisting the leg and turning Reinhardt full circle!
Matthews: A spinning toehold by Knight!
Malenko: Well I’ll be damned, it’s like Terry Funk all over again!
Matthews: A perfect, tactically sound maneuver given the situation!
Stuck in the spinning toehold, Reinhardt yells in agony. He tries to scoot over to the ropes, but that just aggravates things even further! The audience know wonders whether Reinhardt will tap out!
Matthews: We may be mere seconds away from an Onslaught victory!
Reinhardt looks finished . . . but just then, he uses his free leg to give Knight a hard kick! This almost knocks Knight over, but he keeps the hold on. Again Reinhardt kicks him, prompting him to turn a bit more, eliciting another yell from Reinhardt! However, he doesn’t give up, as he kicks Knight tow more times, and finally knocks him to the mat!
The crowd expresses their relief, but as Reinhardt lays on his stomach, Knight coolly gets to his feet, and turns the other way. He walks over to his corner, and Adam Matthews.
Knight: Finish him!
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:18:33 GMT
TEAM UNLEASHED VS. TEAM ONSLAUGHT: PART II [/CENTER][/color] He then tags Matthews, who leaps into the ring. On the other side, Reinhardt’s almost crawled to his corner, but Matthews catches him, and grabs him by the by the legs! Reinhardt struggles mightily, but Matthews holds his ground, and applies the Scorpion Deathlock! Matthews: This is it! Malenko: Only if he can hold his ground. Reinhardt looks as if he’s about to explode, but he’s not even a foot from his corner! Matthews applies the pressure as Reinhardt strains, yells, tries to crawl, stops, yells again . . . and tags in Damien Johnson!
Johnson steps into the ring, and before Matthews can even fully release the hold, Johns decks him from behind, knocking him face first to the mat! Matthews gets back up, but Johnson shoulder blocks him back down! He waits for Matthews to get up, lifts him onto his shoulders, and hits the Darkness Falls! He covers him; 1 . . . 2 . . .No!
Johnson pulls Matthews up, and drives him into the corner. He balls his fist, and hits several stiff backfist shots, lighting Matthews up to the delight of the crowd! Malenko: Maybe he is possessed! Grabbing Matthews by the throat, Johnson pulls Matthews out, and hits his 666 backbreaker! The crowd roars, and Johnson is full of sinister fury!
Matthews gets to his knees, and Johnson continues the offensive. He stands him up, hooks his arm, and raises him for the Psycho Driver . . . but is met with a boot to the face from the Wh_! Johnson falls backwards with Matthews on top of him, and as The Wh_ leaves the ring, Matthews covers him; 1 . . .2 . . . No!
Matthews gets to his feet, and steps onto the ring apron. He climbs the ropes, stands up, and soars down with an elbow drop . . . But there’s nobody home!!
Johnson gets to his feet, Knees Matthews in the face, drags him over to the Unleashed corner, and tags Donny Ramon! Ramon climbs into the ring, and drives Matthews back with a steady series of punches to the ribs. Matthews bounces off the ropes, and Ramon garbs him. He tucks his head, about to go for a powerbomb, but this time it’s Knight who interrupts. Knight runs at him, but gets floored by a hard elbow! The Wh_ then enters the ring, but Ramon stuns him with a pair of rights to the jaw!
Seeing three opponents in the ring, Ramon runs off the ropes. He runs towards Matthews, and flattens him with a lariat! Keeping his momentum going he bounces off the opposite ropes, and floors The Wh_ with a lariat! Changing direction, he bounces off the side ropes, this time hitting the lariat on Knight, and flooring his entire opposition! Matthews: A triple lariat from Donny Ramon! He just leveled our entire team! The crowd roars with delight, as Ramon heads back over to Matthews. He hooks his arms, and sets up for the Puerto Rican Special! However, Matthews realizes that the ref is busy getting Knight and The Wh_ out of the ring! Ramon goes to lift Matthews, who drops to his knees, and hits a low blow!
The crowd boos, as Donny Ramon crumbles to the mat. Matthews collects himself, heads to his corner, and tags Marcus Knight. Knight climbs into the ring, heads over to Ramon, and drills him with an exploder suplex! He covers him; 1. . .2 . . .No!
Knight pulls Ramon off the mat, who desperately lands an uppercut on Knight. Knight turns away, but soon lands a right to Ramon. Knight lands a few more, knocking Ramon backwards towards his corner. Knight attempts to whip him into the Onslaught corner, but Ramon holds his ground. Knight lands another right, and then heads to the apron, where he lands a cheap shot on Damien Johnson, knocking him to the floor!
Knight turns back to Ramon, who catches him off guard with a jab, and tags in the hobbled Vincent Reinhardt! Working through the pain, Reinhardt limps over to Knight, and lands a powerful right! Knight staggers back, and Reinhardt keeps punching, knocking him all the way back into the other corner. In the corner, Reinhardt continues the assault, landing a series of uppercuts, leaving Knight slumped in the corner! Matthews: He might just punch his way to victory! Reinhardt takes Knight out of the corner, and draws back his fist. However, Knight quickly kicks hi min the leg, causing him to double over in pain! Knight hooks on a front facelock, sets up for the Chocolate Bomb . . . Malenko: Here we go! . . . but this time, it’s Damien Johnson who interferes, running in and decking Knight! In response, both teams flood the ring in an all out melee!
The Wh_ grabs Damien Johnson, and heaves him over the top rope! But immediately afterwards, Donny Ramon runs in, and takes them both over the top rope! Reinhardt leaves the ring as well, and the three begin to triple-team The Wh_! Seeing this, Matthews heads off the far ropes, runs across the ring, and LAUNCHES himself over the top rope, flying like a missile into Johnson, Ramon, and The Wh_!! Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit! The four men lie in a big heap by the broadcast table, and Reinhardt rolls back into the ring. Gingerly, he gets back to his feet, and surveys what he believes to be an empty ring . . .Unaware of Marcus Knight crouching behind him!
Reinhardt turns around, and Knight grabs his arm, kicks his knee, rolls to the mat, and applies THE TRIANGLE CHOKE!!
Reinhardt gropes for the ropes, but realizes he’s too far! He begins to droop, as his blood flow lessens. Meanwhile, Damien Johnson comes to, and realizes what’s going on! Still groggy, he staggers to the ring apron, and under the top rope! He reaches for his opponent’s foot to break the hold and save the win . . .
. . . But not before Reinhardt taps out!! Matthews: He tapped! Unleashed has just conceded victory to Onslaught! Buffer: Here are your winners: Team Onslaught! With a smug grin on his face, Knight heads over to the turnbuckle and climbs up, flexing and blowing kisses to the jeering public. Matthews: In this ever-anticipated clash of brands, Marcus Knight proved that he is a difference maker! Still celebrating, Knight heads back up the long ramp, and into the locker room.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:19:23 GMT
The titantron shows Blue writing on a black background, that flickers like bad reception on a TV, the writing reads.
The Legends That Were.....
The package shows several famous past wrestlers from Mick Foley and Stonecold Steve Austin to Bruno Sammartino and The Iron Sheik, the writing appears again.
The Legends That will be......
The package then shows some of the current talent around Unleashed and Onslaught, from Nathan Versus and JD Wheeler to Josh Violence and Marcus Knight, the writing appears once more, this time, dissolving into the screen slowly.
THE LEGEND THAT IS!!!
A self marking video appears of J-Man and all of his accomplishments so far, winning the IMDBWF North American Title..... the Fire, Wire and Desire match..... Winning the Money in the Back Hell in a Cell match at Grapplemania..... arriving in CCW..... Facing Versus at NOTI 1..... His return to Onslaught..... Beating Marcus Knight..... Beating the Wh_ and then finally, his chair shot to Shawn Greene, this last segment gets shown 4 or 5 more times with the sound of J-Man's laughter in the background, before fading to more text.
THE LEGEND THAT WILL SHOW THE WORLD WHAT HE IS MADE OF AT NIGHT OF THE IMMORTALS 2!!
The titantron then fades to a smartly dressed J-Man in a booth somewhere within the Georgia Dome, he smirks and laughs a little to himself.
J-Man: "No matter how many times I watch that, it still cracks me up everytime, now despite what you may think, I actually respect Shawn Greene and what he has done in CCW so far......"
Right then he bursts into laughter.
J-Man: "Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't keep that up, I was dying to laugh, Shawn Greene? a title contender? I fucking think not, that guy can't even fight his way out of a paper bag, he's a grade A piece of shit, the answer to lose ratings for this company and soon to be the laughing stock of CCW when I get through with him tonight"
J-Man lifts his title from his lap onto his shoulder to which the crowd boo very loudly at.
J-Man: "Jealousy gets you nowhere people, you boo all you want but when you look this good and you are this good, you wouldnt care what slimy overweight greaseball dumbass fans think."
This just causes more crowd noise.
J-Man: "Now, I said after I beat down that curtain jerker that I did all this for money and yet more and more people come up to me in the street and still ask in the most pathetic way, WHY J-MAN WHY!!! How much clearer can I make it? Stonecold wanted Shawn Greene to stay on Onslaught, so he approched me shortly after Greene's Melee win and offered me a huge cash bonus if I could guarantee that Shawn Greene was to stay on Onslaught, so weeks went by and I offered the challenge to Shawn, if he would have accepted there and then, I wouldn't have had to do what I did, but he drawed it out and even made appearances on Unleashed, so I had to step it up a notch, so I hired the services of Marcus Knight to use a steel chair in his match against Shawn just so I could..... 'persuade' Shawn to stay, and he did.... after I beat him senseless with a chair!!"
The crowd are now cheering for Greene.
J-Man: "Cheer all you want mindless fat drones, because Shawn won't be following in his masters footsteps and fulfilling his boyhood dream anytime soon, in fact... even his master can't hold a candle to the J-Man, you should call up a refund on your training Shawn, it was a waste of you time, Michaels is a nobody and him teaching others how to wrestle has comedy written all over it."
Crowd now mixes in some "HBK" chants now which J-Man ignores totally.
J-Man: "And last week, fucking JD Wheeler has the audacity of calling me out for a match, well I of course accepted, seeing as how the little geek has nothing else to do these days, but argue with his fanboys and 2 sluts, newsflash JD.... Amy is sleeping with the entire lockeroom.... Even Al Woodbridge and Cowards!! So as predicted by myself, I beat him and his two cocksucker teammates, Wheeler anytime you want a rematch, you know where I am.... I'm the one wearing the Global Title that you couldn't hold on to!!"
The again raises the ire of the fans
J-Man: "So moving on to tonight.... in front of all you fat slob dumbasses, J-Man will be making a show of that pathetic little boy Shawn Greene and then later on... I'll be partying it down..... In a city unlike here, that doesnt smell of rat piss! This has been J-Man..... your CCW Global Champion!"
The camera fades off J-Man and goes back to showing the chair shots on Shawn Greene from J-Man and the laughter of J-Man in the background as the video package fades out
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:20:39 GMT
CCW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP [/CENTER][/color] The lights dim and a spotlight focuses on Michael Buffer, who resides in the middle of the ring.Buffer: Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is one half of our double main event, and is a singles match for the CCW Global Heavyweight Championship! The sold out arena is a host of roars, and we pan round the ecstatic fans anxious to get the match started. Matthews: This is it...the biggest spectacle of the year! Lights blink around the arena, and Big Time soon follows to a flurry of cheers and applause. From behind the curtain steps Shawn Greene, wearing silver armour with ‘You got NOTId by Shawne Greene’ engraved on it! The crowd surpasses a thousand decibals, as does the theme music. He soon submits to defeat and drops the microphone to his side, as the showstopping Canadian kneels and a pyro display to end all pyro displays erupts into the atmosphere. Standing up he waltzes to the ring with fans patting him on his back. He takes off the breast plate of armour and hands it to the official, revealing his ring gear. He then steps into the middle of the ring and performs his trademark pose; fireworks once again swirling into the air. Racing toward the top rope he stands up on it and peers round, cheers erupting from his audience.Matthews: Eliminated our new World Heavyweight champion in the final two of the melee, has overcome all odds and jumped every hurdle to find himself in front of immortality. Can he win this title and finish the job? Malenko: Shawne Greene is just one match away from stardom. The performer meets the professional in the most important match of CCW history. The lights go out...before fireworks fire into the sky and J-Man's music plays, hereafter producing mixed reactions from the crowd. His theme music erupts from the speakers and he steps from behind the curtain, the belt draped over his right shoulder and his eyes focused on the ring. He approaches his destination with little swagger, and stops near the apron to stare at Greene, who stands still in the ring. Their eyes meet, and do not leave each other's gaze and J-Man ascends the ring steps and walks across the apron to look out into the crowd leant back on the ropes. Grasping onto the top rope with one hand and with his pattened Global heavyweight title hanging from his other hand, he expands his arm span in a celebratory way and a pyro display takes place above him. The lights return to normal, the music fades out and he steps between the ropes to stand in an opposite corner to Greene. Buffer ascends the microphone to his mouth once more.Buffer: In this corner... Buffer points to J-Man, who has lifted his leg onto the top of the rope set to stretch it. He and Greene radiate mutual tension, and Shawne holds both ropes beside him stepping from foot to foot. Buffer: He is the reigning Global Heavyweight champion, hailing from Toronto Canada and weighing in at 242 lbs...J-Man! And standing in this opposite corner...he is the no.1 contender and hails from San Antonio, Texas...weighing in at 256 lbs., Shawne Greene! The reaction is phenomenal, and "Showstopper" chants echo around the arena. Michael Buffer exits the ring leaving the official, J-Man and Greene to begin the match. The referee checks both men's boots and attire for foreign objects, and then takes the Global championship to lift it high. Sliding it under the ropes, he holds both hands up to halt each competitor before bringing them together to order the beginning of the match.
DING DING DING!Matthews: It's on! J-Man and Greene begin circling the ring slowly, looking from each other to the crowd and back. The crowd begins 'Greene' and J-Man' chants that coincide with one another so it is almost impossible to determine which chant overcomes the other. Their revolution around the ring quickens, and they eventually lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Both men drive hard against each other, but J-Man's is stronger and moves Greene back into the corner. The referee counts to three before J-Man agrees to let loose of the tie up, and then follows with a hard knife edge chop, riquocheting off Greene's chest. The Texan repels from the corner and is grounded with a snapmare to be held with a sleeper, before he takes the loose arm and kneels up to reverse it into a hammerlock, and moves forward to release the hold and apply a headlock. After which Greene immediates pressure from the forearm onto the nose, and follows with a takeover. The advantage is soon quelled when J-Man lifts his legs toward Greene's head and wraps around, applying the head scissors. Greene realises the danger and begins flailing his legs forward until his head is released. Thereafter, he nips up from his position and J-Man rolls back, both men standing at the same time. They race forward and J-Man hits a forearm, then another, before kicking the midsection and racing off the ropes. Greene sees him coming and leapfrogs over his head, looking in the same direction to fall back and put his feet up to attempt flipping J-Man forward. J-Man sees it coming, however and slows down to drop and grasp both legs and pull them as far as possible towards the head.ONE,
TWO-Matthews: Could have had an early fall there. Greene manages to roll to his right to stop the count, and J-Man rolls back to stand. Greene gets to his feet only to be powerless to stop a dropkick from J-Man. Malenko: Dropkick, best in the business. J-Man kneels and then stands to walk to Greene and clutch his jaw and the back of his head and stands him up. Greene, however, slices some forearms into the Canadian's abdomen and manages to get to his own two feet and breaks the hold J-Man has on him. Racing off the ropes he comes back only to be hit in a tilt a whirl rib breaker. The champion stands oncer more and stomps hard on the back of Greene's head and upper back. He looks up at the crowd before proceeding and then frowns as they begin boos and cheers. He shrugs his shoulders, pretending not to have a clue what they want and then clasps his hand round his right ear listening in on them. He turns back to Greene, who is standing and inflicts three right hands across the temple of J-Man, who staggers back onto the ropes. Once his opponent is immobilised, Greene chases off the opposite set of ropes to approach J-Man, who back drops Greene over the ropes and sends him crashing on the mats. The crowd simmers, and gets louder as the Canadian chases off opposite set of ropes and runs back to vault over the ropes and knocks a once recovering and standing Shawne Greene back onto the floor. Matthews: Risking life and limb to down the opponent! Malenko: J-Man is by far the greater wrestler, he surpasses Greene in every department. High flying, technical ability - you name it, JR. Matthews: By far the most experienced, I'll give him that. But we'll see who excels most in those categories when the match ends, won't we? The referee starts the count.ONE!J-Man gets to his feet and rests on the steel stairs, and turns to a now standing Greene, who lands him with a lariat swinging round to crack against his face. J-Man lands harshly on the mat, his eyes glazing over.TWO!Greene kneels to check his nose for blood and then approaches the fallen J-Man. Standing him up he measures him up for a slam onto the steel steps, his face bouncing back off it to click his neck in the process as it goes too far. Matthews: Looks like J-Man has injured his neck here... THREE!Greene stomps hard on J-Man's head, and stands him up to go for an Irish whip aimed toward the barricade. Attempting it, it is only reversed and Greene goes crashing over the barricade with tremendous force.FOUR!J-Man, breathing slightly heavily, pulls himself to his feet and reaches over the barricade, pulling Greene to his feet by his hair. This time, he completes a suplex, bringing Greene back to the ringside area with a standard vertical. He then lifts Greene again and rolls him under the bottom rope, following up with a lateral press.ONE!
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NO!Greene shoulders up, and gets a stiff jab in the face for his troubles from J-Man's closed fist. The referee admonishes J-Man, who nods and lifts Greene to his feet again, this time hitting a body slam. Going to the top rope, the crowd begin sending tremours throughout the arena. He then begins his ascent to the top rope, but is crotched as Greene pushes the referee into the south ropes. With J-Man hanging on the ropes, Greene climbs the middle rope and hits hard on the back of J-Man's head and clubs him for good measure. South-West to his opponent, Greene hooks his head under the arm and grasps round the waist, ascending to the top rope and causing J-Man to rise with him!Matthews: This could be dangerous! He pulls back, and crashes to the mats on the outside with a crunching teardrop suplex, the crowd exploding.Matthews: Oh my God! What impact! Twitching on the ground, moving his head only slightly the Texan looks just as effected. J-Man grasps the sides of his neck with his palms, regaining full consciousness and releasing grunts of anguish. Greene manages to stand, despite being winded and brings J-Man to his feet, rolling him into the ring. Once inside, Greene stomps on his opponent across the forehead, and then covers. It takes a while for the referee to recover, but he manages to realise the cover and counts.ONE,
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KICK OUT!J-Man gets the shoulder up and Greene exalts a huge breath. Rising from his knees Greene brings J-Man’s head with him, and executes an Irish whip. Greene bows his head as J-Man returns but is downed with a snap suplex. J-Man stands and brings Greene to his feet, then executing a forceful Irish whip hard into the turnbuckle, lying in wait to then go for the J-Man judgement as a staggering Greene turns to face him!
Greene ducks, however, and runs off the nearest ropes to come back with a flying forearm.Matthews: J-Man tried to bring an early end there, Dean. It seems that neck injury is endangering his chances. Malenko: He needs to change his game plan now, Matthews. Work on the legs and to keep the upper hand whatever the cost. Sitting up and looking round, Greene stands to walk to his fallen adversary and bows to grasp the hair. All of a sudden, J-Man reaches up to wrap the challenger in a small package!ONE,
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NO!Greene explodes out of the pinning predicament, evidently shocked at the sudden outburst. Matthews: He almost had him! Malenko: I don’t think these fans appreciate J-Man’s urge to finish the match quickly. The two men stand, and J-Man takes out the legs to attempt the J-Manifestation. Greene counters, however, by reaching forward and grasping the hair to strike hard into the forehead of his opponent. J-Man releases his grip and staggers back, enough time for Greene to leap to his feet. Greene chases forward but is downed with a drop toe hold, and J-Man rolls over the back to apply a headlock. Greene attempts to wriggle out but J-Man has him under control, and continues to grind away at the face with his clasped hands. The less experienced challenger brings the hold to a stand position but his efforts are not rewarded, for the champion quickly downs him once more with a takeoverMatthews: An attempt to slow things down, perhaps, Dean? Malenko: It looks that way, Josh. He could have easily suffered from some kind of whiplash. Greene brings his legs back and applies a head scissors, but J-Man is quick to reverse with a nip up out of the hold. The crowd applauds but is drowned out by oncoming cheers when Greene slices a forearm across the carotid artery. J-Man shakes it off and hits one of his own. Greene staggers back only to bounce off the ropes, but is grounded with a dropkick from the champion. J-Man races over and throws his body over Greene, pinning his shoulders to the mat in a lateral press.ONE,
TWO-It’s an easy escape. Both men rise virtually at the same time and J-Man is the one to take action. An Irish whip sees Greene into the North ropes, but he comes back to hit a shoulder block and downs J-Man with a crash. Chasing the West ropes, Greene returns to hop over a now stomach first J-Man and comes back to be greeted with a hip toss. J-Man drops on his fallen opponent, applying a grounded headlock with another attempt to slow things down. The crowd begin a quickening verse of claps when Greene begins thumping the ground with his fist. With a sudden surge of electricity the Texan begins flailing his legs to attempt nipping out of the hold, and succeeds. On his feet, he chases toward the nearest set of ropes and returns to a standing J-Man, who swings the challenger and drives him down into a vicious backbreaker.Crowd: Ooh! Matthews: That’s one way to slow things down. Greene’s face scrunches up in pain and he bares his teeth, attempting to sit up but dragged down by the pain, which retires him to a heap in the middle of the ring. J-Man takes a breather, sitting up and holding his neck. J-Man looks on with some dangerous ambition and stands to wrench Greene to his feet once more, lifting him into a position where he could easily be side walked or driven with a backbreaker. Greene clubs J-Man’s head, however, and attempts a Russian leg sweep when back to a vertical base. J-Man stops this from happening with a re-arrangement of feet, and reverses the predicament into a position where a flashback could, and does occur. Greene’s face plummets into the mat, and he ricochets off the canvas to stand and then drops back dazed to return to the floor.
J-Man approaches Greene once more and rolls him with his foot over onto his stomach, holding his neck and while doing so drives a knee into the soft tissue in the lower back of the challenger. Greene exalts loud grunts of anguish, and J-Man strikes again only this time with a stomp, another and then a double foot stomp into the tissue. Greene rolls under the ropes and outside of the ring, dropping in front of the announce table. J-Man retires to his corner, still bracing the neck with two hands whilst Greene writhes on the mats outside. The referee raises his hands and starts the count.ONE…
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THREE…Greene blinks hard and sits up slightly, resting the back of his right hand on the damaged muscles in his back.FOUR…
FIVE…Greene stands and J-Man realises it. Racing over to the turnbuckle, he springs off it as Greene reaches the apron and hits a dropkick square in the chest to continue the count. The crowd hisses.Malenko: It’s over, Josh! SIX…
SEVEN…The crowd begin ‘J-Man’ chants and he is suddenly drawn in by the electric fans. EIGHT…J-Man looks round, and then back at a standing Greene…but then shrugs off the pressure resulting in great disgust from the sold out arena.Matthews: Greene, get back in that ring! NINE…Suddenly, the Canadian springs into action, leaping over the referee and to the outside, crashing into Greene with a flipping senton!Malenko: So much for trying to get the match finished early. Matthews: He couldn’t help it! The two performers go head to head once more! ONE…
TWO!J-Man eventually stands from the wreckage and stands Greene up, striking him with a closed right fist. The challenger returns with one of his own, but the attempt is blocked and he is soon rolled into the ring after another right hand. Whilst Greene tries to recover inside the ring, J-Man climbs the top rope and lies in wait. Once the Texan turns, J-Man leaps for a cross-body and connects, only for Greene to roll back using the momentum and hooks the leg.ONE!
TWO!J-Man kicks out, and the two men return to a vertical base once more. J-Man blocks a right hand and hits a short arm clothesline, knocking his opponent off his feet. The Canadian scowls and follows a crawling Shawn Greene to the corner, standing him up and slamming his head off the top turnbuckle. J-Man follows up with some thrusts of the elbow and a kick to the midsection, soon stepping back and delivers a vicious knife-edge chop across the pectoral muscles and bursts a couple of blood vessels in the process. Measuring him up, he attempts another, but Greene crosses the forearms and blocks it, going on to grasp his rival’s head and throws him back into the turnbuckle, using J-Man’s original position to unleash some relentless horrific knife edge chops of his own across the sternum, firing the crowd up.Matthews: He’s socking it to him! Malenko: Never say that again. Greene ceases his strikes and whips J-Man into the opposite corner, charging forward. J-Man raises an elbow, however, that hits hard into the temple of the challenger. While his opponent is incapacitated, J-Man ascends to the middle rope, waiting for Greene to turn for a missile dropkick into the sternum. J-Man recovers slightly, kneeling up to hold the chest and rises to stand at the same time as his opponent. Greene attempts a right hand, but J-Man ducks it and turns the challenger round to inflict some kidney busters, resulting in Greene shouting in anguish, his face scrunched. With Greene temporarily eliminated, J-Man runs off the ropes and hits a bulldog on the challenger. Matthews: Watch out! Standing up, J-Man races toward the nearest set of ropes and springs off the middle rope, flipping back for a tiger jump only to drive into the raised knees of Shawn Greene!Crowd: Ooh! While J-Man rolls round on the floor grasping his abdomen, Greene holds onto his back, rolling to the nearest set of ropes and grasping the bottom one, pulling himself up to a sitting position. Both men struggle and heave themselves up to stand, and stare into each other’s eyes. The crowd stands and roars, the temperature rising. Malenko: Beyond injury and fatigue, they are mutually committed from this moment on to be the last man standing at the end of the bout. Matthews: One of these men will reach immortality by the end of the night, one of these men will win the biggest prize of them all! Greene and J-Man approach each other slowly, before exploding off the ropes and wrapping each other in a double clothesline. They both fall and rise at the same time with nip ups. J-Man is first to make any action, and fails in hitting Greene with another clothesline. Greene goes to the back and attempts a back suplex, but to no avail when J-Man drops behind and pushes him toward the turnbuckle, rebounding off it with a prawn roll up!ONE!
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NO!A late kick out sees both men rise at once, with Greene lunging forward to attempt a Showstopper! J-Man ducks, however, and turns the challenger round to take out the legs, hooking both ankles under his arms and turning the opponent over for the J-Manifestation, driving the knee hard into the lower back of Shawn Greene!Matthews: Oh my God! It’s got to be over! The move sees Greene scramble and tear at the ground! With every ounce of strength he has, he gradually transports the move to the nearest set of ropes – but is not rewarded with a rope break when J-Man pulls him back into the middle of the ring!Malenko: This is a painful move, Josh! Any normal man would tap to such anguish. The move tears at Greene’s ligaments and tendons, destroying his lower back in an unbelievable amount of stress inflicted on the body. His hand rises, as if to tap, but he shakes his head, doing whatever he can to stop himself from submitting. His face goes red, before he bends forward, as much as he can and begins dragging his way across the ring to the ropes. His hand rises once more, shaking under the extreme pain and stress…and he reaches the ropes!Matthews: My God! What willpower! Malenko: An event like this can change a man into something else, Josh. There is no crowd, no pain, submission, just two men and a title. The referee tears the champion away from his victim, and Greene wraps his arms around the bottom rope, his face a shade of purple. J-Man, overcome with disbelief reaches Greene and drags him to his feet only to be struck with repeated elbows into his gut. Winded and exhausted, J-Man stays bent and holds his stomach, meanwhile Greene bursts out with a sudden surge of electricity, seeing him hit a fame asser to send J-Man’s face into the canvas! After which, the former American champion goes to the corner opposite J-Man and holds his back, then looking round at the crowd and stomping his foot. The crowd begins stomping with Greene as the champion stands, turns round, and is knocked flat out with the Showstopper!Matthews: Showstopper! That’s it! Greene shakes his head and approaches J-Man, draping his arm over his fallen body.ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO!!!Malenko: Oh my God! Matthews: J-Man kicked out! His neck twisted and beaten to a pulp, but his pride and will untouched! The two fallen performers roll away and begin to stand, and eventually reach their feet. Greene strikes J-Man with a right hand…and J-Man returns with one of his own, only to be met with one from Greene. The two men continue to strike each other, as if it were the only thing they have left to beat each other with, until J-Man blocks one of the strikes and explodes from his fatigued and crushed body to unleash the J-Man Judgement! Matthews: The J-Man Judgement!
J-Man crawls over to Greene and hooks the leg as far back as possible.Matthews: Cover! ONE!
TWO!
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NO!!!Matthews: Jesus Christ, neither man is going down! This is either sure bravery or complete stupidity! Malenko: Like I said, Josh, they have become something else. The kick out sees both men roll away to opposite sides of the ring, flat out and exhausted. J-Man manages to grasp the bottom rope and stands himself up slowly, and gets ready for perhaps another attempt at his finisher. Greene stands and J-Man darts forward, going for his finisher. Greene ducks, however, and follows up by taking out the legs and wraps the legs to twist J-Man over for the sharpshooter!
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:21:13 GMT
CCW GLOBAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: PART II [/CENTER][/color] Matthews: Sharpshooter! The pain must be unbearable! J-Man grunts in the stress and pressure on his upper back, and Greene makes it so the pressure is applied solely on the upper back and neck of the champion! Malenko: That’s got to be the end! J-Man raises his hand, dragging himself over to the ropes only to give into the pressure and drops his hand to tap, but in his state of mind does not realise his hand drops on the bottom rope, and the hold is released when the referee prises the challenger off.Matthews: We almost had a new champion! J-Man was at breaking point, Dean. Malenko: I don’t think they know where they are anymore, Josh. Greene steps forward and bends to runs his hand through his hair and exalts huge breaths of air. Arching his back, he stretches his ligaments and turns only to be hit with a body slam hard into the canvas. Grasping dearly to his kidneys, Greene lies almost dormant on the floor and J-Man scrambles his way toward the turnbuckle. The crowd simmer as their non-stop global heavyweight champion begins to ascend to the top rope, His back facing Greene’s fallen body.Matthews: He’s going for a moonsault… J-Man reaches the top – but all of a sudden, the challenger nips up to his feet. J-Man flips back and Greene moves toward the turnbuckle, and the champion realises Greene is up so drops to his feet after almost completing the move only to be jawed with the showstopper!Matthews: SHOWSTOPPER! SHOWSTOPPER! The crowd roars, and soon, Greene drags his way across the ring toward the fallen J-Man, hooking the leg with one last bit of energy!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING!Buffer: HERE is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEEW CCW Global Heavyweight champion, SHAWN GREEEEEENE! Matthews: He’s done it! Born on July 26, 1980 in San Antonio, Texas and born again February 25, 2007! ‘Big Time’ hits and Greene rises from J-Man. Kneeling up, the referee hands him the belt and his eyes swell with tears, his head burying into the title. Standing up he looks out at the crowd, holding up the belt whilst the official holds up his free hand to roars of appreciation from the audience. Malenko: He has won the richest prize you could think of, and there are no excuses, he was the better man on the night. Matthews: What a battle! There’s never been anything as exhilarating or as heart racing as what we have just witnessed. Greene climbs the top rope and holds up the belt for all to see. Camera flashes suddenly engulf the arena as the 26 year-old champion raises the belt high in the air. He repeats the same motion on the other three turnbuckles and straps the belt around his waist once more, performing his trademark pose in the middle of the ring to a pyro display. Matthews: The most courageous display by anyone I have ever met, seen or heard of – this man has done the impossible. Went over 29 other men at the melee, clawed his way to the top and defeated one of the best in the business at his own game. Greene begins raising his arms in the air, parading around the ring to a series of cheers and applause.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:22:08 GMT
The camera opens on a shot of a dimly lit, dank, and empty room. The camera pans around to get a good look of the room, but that’s impossible due to the poor lighting. The camera goes back to its original position and for a few seconds, nothing but eerie silence fills the room.
Unknown Voice: So it has finally come down to this.
Suddenly, a spotlight comes on in front of the camera and a figure walks into the light. A figure we should all know very well by now.
Wheeler: Night of the Immortals 2…the match everyone has been wetting themselves for. The Onslaught Icon vs. the Unleashed Icon. The 2-time Global Heavyweight champion vs. the 2-time World Heavyweight champion. The man everyone can’t get enough of vs. the man everyone wished would just go away. The hip, young, new, cool, sexy, and talented JD Wheeler vs. the old, tired, feeble, horse-faced, and obsolete Nathan Versus.
Upon mentioning Versus name, another spotlight shines and a huge picture of Versus himself is can be seen behind Wheeler.
Wheeler: Now the truth is I don’t really care about the prestige that can be gained from winning a match like this. I don’t care that winner will be considered the true icon of CCW. And why do you ask? It’s because I and everyone in the free fucking world already knows that title has belonged to me since day one of CCW.
Wheeler leans into the camera.
Wheeler: The only thing I care about is you, Nathan.
Wheeler steps back.
Wheeler: To tell you the truth…for a while now, I’ve had my crosshairs directly on you. For a whole year, you’ve been walking around CCW like you owned the place. You’ve acted like there was no one in the world that could compare to you. You’ve been acting like you were invincible. That bothered me because the only way you could’ve possibly had that attitude was if you never noticed JD Wheeler. For you see, ANYONE who knows about JD Wheeler knows that they are inferior to me. Yet, some how you were able to convince yourself that you lived in a fantasy world where JD Wheeler never existed and live your life like you were the king.
Now I was willing to let it go because I knew that you were the only one who felt that way. You were on the inferior brand, so I figured no one would notice you anyway. But I was becoming a little more agitated by your attitude every day you still showed your face on TV. So, I finally decided to end that charade of yours once and for all at Resurrection when I dumped you over the top rope and proved my superiority over you. I was quite pleased with myself for I had given the biggest reality check I have ever given in my entire life.
Wheeler looks down at the floor for a few moments, takes a deep breath, and slowly lifts his head back up.
Wheeler: Or at least…I thought it was. To my surprise, instead of taking reality like a man, what did you do? You refused to accept the truth and tossed me over the top rope. Then you attacked me like I was a piece of garbage. I was saddened to find out that my biggest reality check of all time had no affect on you. You some how still think you are better than me!! How is that even possible?? How could someone possibly think they’re better than JD Wheeler and still be a sane man?? I was at a loss. I honestly didn’t know what to do or what to think. The only thing I was able to do was nothing. Nothing…until you of all people gave me a new hope. After being so consumed inside your little fantasy world, you actually had the balls to challenge me at Night of the Immortals. I thought this is it…this is my opportunity to finally destroy your fantasy and drag your carcass back to reality. So let’s start right now by taking a look back over the past year of CCW shall we?
JD Wheeler reaches off camera and pulls out a couple of folders. He opens them and begins flipping papers and reading its contents.
Wheeler: Let’s begin with your win at Night of the Immortals making you the first ever World Heavyweight title. Now, this was an impressive feat no doubt. However, no one can deny there was luck involved. I’m not talking about narrowly defeating J-Man or Adam Matthews, which by the way shouldn’t have been hard to begin with. No, I’m talking about the fact that you didn’t have to face me in the tournament. That’s the ONLY reason you came out on top. Now I would have been in the match, but I had some personal things to deal with and couldn’t be distracted by the tournament. After all, I knew I would take the title away from whoever won it in the first place.
However, to no one’s real shock, instead of giving me the rightful title shot, you instead decided to make sure you would have to face J-Man again at the next PPV. Are you honestly kidding me? Did you actually think everyone would take you seriously by beating that Mickey Mouse of an opponent again? It’s here that I truly started questioning your sanity. And then, I didn’t even get the chance to put you in your place because I was drafted to Onslaught. So, I took a different route. Instead of beating you one-on-one, I decided to beat you in the ratings.
The moment I became the first ever Global Heavyweight champion, Onslaught became a mega hit. I was selling out arenas, crushing the competition, and taking Onslaught and CCW to new heights. You, on the other hand, single handedly nearly destroyed wrestling with your piss poor matches, second rate challengers, and your hobgoblin of a face constantly on the TV. It’s a wonder how Unleashed is still on the air. You even lost the title to Adam Matthews…and yet to still think you’re better than me. Amazing.
Now because of some flukes, I lost my title as well a couple of times. However, despite that I still managed to steal the show every single week. You on the other hand, had to leave for a couple of months after you lost your title. I guess deep down you realized that without that belt, you’re are nothing to the fans.
Oh dear God, I can’t read this anymore.
Wheeler closes the folders.
Wheeler: With every word I read, it pains to me to know that you some how still think you’re better than me. Whatever you’re on, it must be some good shit.
Wheeler tosses the folders out of the way. He takes a look back at the picture of Versus. Wheeler takes notice of Nathan’s shirt that reads “Don’t Fuck With Destiny.” Wheeler scoffs and turns back to the camera.
Wheeler: Don’t fuck with destiny eh? No worries Nathan. I’m not fucking with destiny at all. No…I’m raping[/b] in the ass and making it my bitch!! I’m above destiny, Nathan. Destiny is for pussies with no control over their lives. I never bow to any higher force in life. You know why? It’s because there is no higher force than J…D…Wheeler!
Suddenly, the sound of a match striking can be heard and Wheeler produces a couple of lit matches. Wheeler looks at the light of the flames for a few seconds and then lowers his arm. Soon, the light starts to grow brighter from below Wheeler. Within seconds, Wheeler then produces a flaming 2x4. Wheeler smiles as the spotlight disappears and the only light left is produced by the flaming 2x4. Wheeler looks directly into the camera as the flaming light barely illuminates Wheeler’s face, making it seem like he’s some kind of specter.
Wheeler: Nathan, enjoy your fantasy while you still can. ‘Cos when you and I enter the ring, reality…is gonna bite you in the ass.
Wheeler then slowly heads over to the picture of Versus. Wheeler looks back in forth between the picture and the 2x4 for a few seconds. He takes one final look at the picture before sizing it up and spitting right at the face of Versus. He then takes the 2x4 and slowly brings it over to the bottom of the picture. Within seconds, the picture catches fire and the flames slowly begin consuming the picture. After a couple of seconds, Wheeler turns back to the camera and gives one last Wheeler style smirk.
Wheeler: See ya in the ring Nathan.
Wheeler starts to laugh to himself as he exits the camera shot. The camera pans in to the picture as the flames begin to consume Versus face until nothing but the fire can be seen in the shot.
Camera fades to black.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:23:15 GMT
ICON VS. ICON [/CENTER][/color] The camera fades out from the segment beforehand, & immediately fades back in from black to open up on a lone shot of the ring. Inside stands proficient announcer Michael Buffer, with a card clutched tightly within the balled up fist of his right hand. He smiles in response to the various whistles being directed toward the spectacle he is about advertise, grabs a microphone from one of the nearby ringside attendants, and clears his throat before placing the head of the instrument to his slightly parted lips. After waiting for a few seconds more as the anxiety-filled cries from the fans begin to die down, he allows the words to begin flowing outward at the moment he sees fit . . .Michael Buffer: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall . . . and it is a special Inter-promotional CHALLENGE match!” With these word, the fans let loose with yet another vibrant pop; their individual sentiments eventually melding into one raucous ovation as an impromptu chant picks up throughout the entire width of the jam-packed Georgia Dome . . .
“C-C-Dub! C-C-Dub! C-C-Dub! C-C-Dub . . .”
Buffer attempts to speak up, after a few moments, but quickly realizes that it would be a useless task; opting instead to just stand back & relish the moment, along with the scheduled official, as the atmosphere surrounding this dream match intensifies by the second. This continues for a few moments more, until the fans ultimately trail off out of respect for the moment; each & every one watching on with baited breath, in an extreme case of anticipation, as Buffer is finally given the signal to continue . . .Buffer: “Introducing first . . .” The bulbs above the ring, & along the P-P-V set then slowly, & suddenly fade out as the video screen above the entrance opening begins flashing a familiar collaboration of past match highlights. ERA’s “Enae Volare Mezzo’” hits the arena to an emphatically deafening pop as the “One-Man Army”, himself, is slowly raised into view from a platform underneath the stage. Balls of fire are launched into the air, above him, from either side of the rostrum every few seconds; a view which coincides rather perfectly with the series of strobes that begin flashing at sporadic intervals along the aisle. Versus remains still for a few moments in order to enter his zone of concentration, & it is only then that he steps forward to begin his stride toward the designated area of combat . . .Buffer: “Representing the Unleashed brand, he hails from Hell’s Kitchen, in New York City, New York. Weighing in, tonight, at his usual, & imposing, two hundred & fifty two pounds . . . he is a former 2-time CCW WORLD Heavyweight Champion, and the self-professed ‘Future Of Sports Entertainment’ . . . The ‘One-Man Army’; Nathan, VER-SUS!”
Another pop is heard at the mention of his name, but Versus refuses to acknowledge it. He simply maintains eye contact with the ring until reaching the foot of the aisle, where a rowdy pro-Wheeler fan begins repeatedly berating him. Nathan doesn’t allow this to go on for too long, though, and is quick to respond by smacking the cup of beer out of the man’s left hand. He then flips him the double bird, & turns his attention toward the northwest section of ring steps; quickly stopping in front of them in order to go through his pre-match warm-ups, before eventually transitioning into a stationary jog. He then pauses very suddenly to roll his neck, loosen his shoulders, & end the display with a crack of his knuckles before jogging up the stairs to reach the apron.
Versus climbs inside through the gap of the top & middle ropes, and immediately turns his attention toward the southwest corner before hopping up onto the second turnbuckle pad. He then removes the ‘Don’t Fuck With Destiny’ T-shirt from around his torso, heaves it into the front-row, and pounds at his chest with the balled-up fist of his right hand before throwing both arms overhead. This continues as Versus hocks a luhgie toward the floor below, and ends when he pushes back down to the mat in an effort to get things started right away. His music continues for a few moments after the fact, but the lights immediately rise back into full luminosity as he begins walking very anxiously toward the northeast corner. He gives another Austin-like pose, upon reaching it, & continues pacing back & forth along the East Side set of ropes from corner-to-corner. The official asks him to stop in order to conduct a pre-match pat down &, after finding nothing, gestures to Michael Buffer that he may continue . . .Buffer: “And, his opponent . . .” At first, nothing happens; an obvious attempt at building the suspense of such a high-profile encounter to the fullest degree, as the audience members soon become vocally restless. A “Wheeler, Wheeler” chant is then started, which increases in volume by the second until the building is almost literally shaking to it’s very foundation. All the lights fade out, and re-illume with a blue-colored hue as a light fog begins to from behind the entrance curtain; serving as an impromptu segue for Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” to begin blasting over the loud speakers without even a hint of a warning! The very sound is more than enough for the fans to become completely unglued; his theme bringing about undoubtedly the biggest pop of the evening as any and all members of the mostly-southern crowd shoot almost instantaneously to their collective feet. JD steps out onto the grated steel platform with his arms raised, and stop at the head of the ramp to continue his pose as he looks out into the crowd . . .Buffer: “Representing the Onslaught brand, he hails from Dallas, in the great state of Texas. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds . . . he is a 2-time CCW GLOBAL Heavyweight Champion, and the leader of Dallas Justice . . . The Incomparable, J . . . D . . . WHEEL-ER!”
JD bows his head as the fans cheer his introduction, drops his arms back down to their sides, and pops back up to lock eyes with his opponent. One long, deep breath later, he starts jumps up and down in place before taking off down the aisle in a beeline toward the ring . . .
Versus charges forward to meet JD as he slides inside the ring underneath the bottom rope, and the crowd volume is at an all-time high when Wheeler escapes his grasp by continuing the movement through his legs before pushing back to his feet. Versus turns around as JD then takes off toward the East Side set of rope, and performs a standing switch upon his rebound; maintaining the waistlock after coming to a stop, and gently pushing Wheeler forward to then throw him back with an attempted Release German Suplex. JD surprises everyone, though, by tumbling through onto his feet as Versus scurries back to one knee; immediately leaping forward in an effort to hit him with a surprise front dropkick, which Nathan is quick to block with his hands before popping back to a vertical base. But, as he looks to take the offensive by advancing on Wheeler’s grounded form, JD nips up to a rousing ovation; the quick exchange serving as more than enough to keep the already riled up supporters on the edge of their seats as the official steps in to take control.
“C-C-DUB! C-C-DUB! C-C-DUB! C-C-DUB . . .”
Both men are understandably eager to get the festivities underway, but the referee designates them to adjacent corners; Wheeler in the southeast, and Versus in the northwest; as the match has yet to actually start. He then gives JD a quick pat down to check his body for any foreign objects, confirms that both superstars are ready to continue, and steps back toward the North Side set of ropes before giving the timekeeper the signal to ring the bell.
The match is now officially underway:DING! DING! DING!Both Versus and Wheeler step up toward the center of the ring, and stand toe-toe-toe over the logo; neither man blinking, or backing down from one another as a massive, concurrent chant breaks out in admiration for the potential that a contest of this nature holds . . .
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
“ONE MAN AR-MY . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
“ONE MAN AR-MY . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
Both men can’t help but acknowledge the electricity in the air as the fans continue their verbal exchange; Versus sporting a smirk in response to the ovation, and JD smacking at his shoulders to further psyche himself up before both men skip toward their right to begin circling one another. The immediate feeling out process brings about one simultaneous cheer from the CCW faithful, however, that only grows louder as they finally engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up; JD’s back facing the west side, and Nathan’s facing the east, before both plant their right foot into the canvas for maximum leverage . . .“OH!” Versus uses his size to his advantage, and shoves Wheeler unnecessarily hard onto his neck and shoulders as JD looks to gain the upper hand. The force behind the disrespectful gesture enables Wheeler to somersault through onto his knees, and clutch his neck with his right hand as random fans let loose with deep, heartfelt boos. Versus acts as though he is confused by this reaction, and even goes so far as to offer his right hand to help Wheeler up as the boos continue, but JD responds by slapping his hand away to a monstrous pop. Versus can’t help but form another smirk, and steps toward the right as JD eventually pushes to his feet; Wheeler’s back now facing the South Side set of ropes, and Versus’ facing the north, as they spring toward one another for a second grapple. This time, Versus ducks down to execute another standing switch, and shifts his arms upward over JD’s with a surprise Full Nelson; using his right leg to then trip Wheeler off of his own, and drive him to the canvas face first. As Wheeler hits, Nathan immediately shifts his weight toward JD’s left side to attempt a Fujiwara Armbar, but the much smaller man is able to squirm through to safety; rolling back up to his left knee near the East Side as the fans applaud their collective determination.
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
“ONE MAN AR-MY . . .”
The round of applause leads to another sequence of chants as JD presses upward to a vertical base, and again slaps at either one of his shoulders as flashbulbs highlight the scene. Nathan stands perfectly still near the center of the ring, and remains this way as JD steps forward to propose a test of strength; raising his right arm into the air, and goading Wheeler into thinking that he will accept, before hauling off and smacking him across the left cheek . . .SMACK“AW!” Wheeler stumbles back due to the vigor behind the strike, and the fans let loose with a torrent of jeers and hisses in Nathan’s direction, as they are obviously unimpressed with his continuous lack of respect toward such a high profile opponent. Versus pays them no attention, though, and maintains eye contact with Wheeler as the perturbed Texan slowly returns to a full-on vertical base amidst the negative reaction. JD is literally shaking with anger by this point as he then places his hands on his hips, and looks down at his feet in an effort to control his temper; the crowd egging him on to return the favor as the situation intensifies by the second. Versus starts egging Wheeler on, as well, after a few moments, and even goes so far as to stick his neck out in JD’s direction; tapping at the left side of his face, and demanding that Wheeler strike him as the jeers transition into shouts of encouragement . . .SMACK“YEAH!” JD surprises even himself by clouting Versus so hard along the left side of his jaw that the “One-Man Army” has to use the West Side set of ropes to maintain his balance! Another “JD Wheeler” chant breaks out in response to this, and Versus is visibly upset that he has been shown up. He places his left hand against the now throbbing area, and steps forward as Wheeler then crouches down into a Rock-esque fighting stance; absorbing the pain, and then slapping himself in the face before executing a self Irish-whip against the same section of ropes. Wheeler throws himself stomach first along the canvas as Versus rebounds, and hops right back to his feet as the man from Hell’s Kitchen continues toward the opposite side; his back now facing the West Side as Versus charges toward him from the East. Versus throws his right arm forward in hopes of connecting with a lariat, as he nears his position . . . but Wheeler drops back onto his stomach; catching Nathan’s left ankle with his feet, and sending him through the gap of the top and middle ropes with a well-timed drop toehold! Nathan has his wits about him, though, and uses the middle rope to prevent himself from hitting the floor by scuttling back into a kneeling stance along the apron; regrettably popping back to a vertical base just as Wheeler bounds up to implement a Dropkick!SMACK“OOH!” SPLATVersus takes the full brunt of the move to his forehead, and topples to the protective mats along the concrete floor as Wheeler lands on his hands and knees near the ropes. Nathan hits left arm first, and his impetus forces him up onto his own hands and knees as JD uses the top rope to pull himself up to his feet; the fans watching, and waiting patiently for Wheeler to follow this up as the official begins his mandatory 10-count:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . ..
Versus pushes up to his feet, and slowly turns around to face the ring as JD runs toward the far side ropes; the nimble high-flyer using this to gain as much momentum possible before leaping over the top rope with a breathtaking Corkscrew Tope Suicida amidst a barrage of flashbulbs!“OH!” SPLATBoth bodies hit the floor (no pun intended), and the crowd explodes with their appreciation as the two remain stationary along the concrete in order to regain their composure. The official looks concernedly down on them from inside the ring, but this doesn’t deter him from starting a second 10-count in due course:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . ..
JD pushes forward into a sitting stance at Nathan’s right side, and favors his lower back for a few seconds before shifting over onto his hands and knees. Nathan attempts to shake away the cobwebs, and then reallocates onto his left side as Wheeler grasps onto the edge of the apron in order to pull himself up . . .
THREE . . . . .. FOUR . . . . ..
Wheeler is back to his feet, and rolls inside the ring underneath the bottom rope to break the count before immediately turning back toward the apron. From there, he uses the top rope to pull himself up to his feet, and turns to face the southwest corner; backing up until he is resting against the ring post, and using his left arm to request a raise in the level of volume. The fans are more than willing to grant him this, which he proceeds to milk until Nathan has finished pulling himself up with assistance from the steel stairs; watching on through intensity filled eyes as Versus then stumbles around to continue the fight, before sprinting toward him at full-speed . . .BOOM“AW!” In a spectacular, unseen display of athleticism, Wheeler jumps down into a sitting position against Nathan’s shoulders; using the momentum involved to twist through toward the right, at an angle, and guide Versus face first into the edge of the stairs’ top tier with a variant of the Hurricanrana! Wheeler hits the nearby section of the security barrier as he completes the maneuver, and lands on his back at Nathan’s left side, clutching his midsection, and repeatedly kicking his feet against the floor in an attempt to fight through the pain . . .
“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT . . .”
Versus hits the stairs with such force that he loosens them from the base, and remains in a stationary kneeling stance against them; blood beginning to flow from the cut along his brow, which formed when his face hit the stairs. He only begins to stir as JD uses the security barrier to pull himself up to one knee, and the referee begins his second 10-count:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . .. THREE . . . . ..
JD is now back to his feet, and uses the barrier to maintain his balance as a group of fans slap at his back and shoulders out of admiration. Versus, meanwhile, is placing his arms against the portion of the stairs that are still intact as a means to drag himself upward into any position other than the current one . . .
FOUR . . . . .. FIVE . . . . .. SIX . . . . ..
JD steps forward to halt Versus’ sluggish momentum with a series of hammer-like forearms to the shoulder blades; hoping that the increased force of each blow will be enough to keep Versus in a weakened state of mind before forcing him up to a lackadaisical base by his neck. JD then allows Nathan’s body to slump down against the apron, and bends down to place his head between Versus’ legs; pushing upward, and using his shoulders to place Nathan’s midsection against the middle rope of the west side. Wheeler then rolls inside the ring underneath the bottom rope, pushes back to his feet, and lays into Nathan with more forearms to the base of the neck before performing his signature taunt. Most of the fans pop at this gesture, but some boo as JD then steps onto the apron through the North Side ropes, and grasps the top with his hands; leaping up onto to the tightened cable as a springboard, and jumping forward to deliver the “In For The Kill”!SMACK“OH!” Wheeler’s right leg connects solidly, and he lands in a sitting stance near Nathan’s vertical positioned body; the design of the maneuver driving the chest of Versus into the top rope, and snapping the back of his head into the top with a sickening whiplash effect! JD favors his thigh as he climbs back to his feet, and then shoves the remaining half of his opponents body over the middle rope until Versus is flat on his back; enabling him to go for what may very well be the deciding fall of the contest:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“NO!” The pro-Versus audience members make their feelings vocal as Nathan manages to place his left foot against the bottom rope, of the West Side set; their reaction perfectly representing the amount of shock that JD Wheeler feels as he reluctantly sits back on his knees at Nathan‘s right side. After a few moments to let the feeling subside, he then presses upward to his feet, and drags Nathan’s unresponsive form up with him; bending down, pressing his right shoulder against Nathan’s midsection, and driving him back first into the crook of the southwest corner. JD then returns to his vertical stance before Nathan, and levels him in the left side of his jaw with a right forearm to further soften him up for what he has in mind next. Versus responds by spitting at him, which provokes Wheeler to hit him with a second . . . followed by a third . . . and then a fourth . . . before bending down to re-place his right shoulder against the man’s abdomen, and push him up into a sitting position against the top turnbuckle pad. JD then turns to face the South Side, and performs his signature taunt to yet another lively ovation; grabbing the top rope, and jumping up to use it as a springboard for an attempted top-rope Hurricanrana . . .
But as he allows his body to fall back toward the canvas, Versus holds onto the top rope with both hands; placing both of his feet over JD’s armpits, and then standing up along the second turnbuckle pad to drive JD’s face into the canvas with an awe-inspiring Styles Clash-counter!“OH!” Wheeler remains on his stomach, but Versus rolls over onto his back toward the right as every person in attendance shoots to their feet; throwing their collective sense of allegiance out the window, and breaking out into a mass chant of approval . . .
“JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST . . .”
Nathan seems to thrive off of the ovation, and somehow manages to push up into a sitting stance before wiping away the buildup of blood that is obstructing his vision. He then leans toward the left, grabs Wheeler by the corresponding shoulder, and rotates him over before dropping back down to the canvas; placing his right arm over JD’s midsection for an unconventional cover, in the process. The referee immediately slides into position to make the count, with the crowd reverberating emphatically in the background:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“NO!” Wheeler throws his left arm off the canvas as the officials hand begins to graze it for three, and turns over onto his front; his will bringing about a cooperative sigh of relief from most of the fans, as the rest continue to buzz with excitement in the backdrop. Versus looks up toward the crowd to gauge their reaction, as he isn’t entirely aware of his surroundings, shakes his head in disapproval, and then pushes up to his hands and knees to crawl toward the North Side ropes as JD begins to stir. Upon reaching them, Versus uses the top rope to pull himself up to a lackadaisical base, and lies back against them for support; gradually making his way in Wheeler’s direction, forcing him up to his feet by the neck, and then pushing him into the West Side set of ropes. JD is still a little out of it, and Versus uses this to his advantage by first nailing Wheeler in the chest with a hard right forearm, and then ripping the bandana from around his head to use it as a makeshift towel for his face. Versus then takes the bloodied bandana, rubs it up against JD’s face, and discards it to the outside before pushing Wheeler back into the ropes for an Irish-whip; pulling him forward by the left arm, and standing by to watch him as he sprints toward the opposite side.
The towel to the face is more than enough to rejuvenate JD whilst in motion, however, and instead of conforming to the usual motion of an Irish-whip, he hops feet first onto the middle rope. Versus runs forward to stop him from progressing any further, and ends up catching Wheeler’s body in mid-air as he launches back with a springboard crossbody; somersaulting back onto his feet upon hitting the canvas, and tossing JD into his left arm before planting him with a powerful Scoop Brainbuster!“OH!” Wheeler sprawls out with his feet facing the North Side and Versus remains in his sitting stance for a few seconds before turning over onto JD’s chest for a cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THR-“NO!”
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:24:08 GMT
ICON VS. ICON: PART II [/CENTER][/color] Wheeler gets the left shoulder up to yet more fervent approval, and Versus sits back against his knees in obvious disappointment. He then slaps at the canvas out of frustration, and drops down to perform a series of pushups at Wheeler’s face; stopping every so often to strike his downed opponent in the face as further incentive for him to get up as soon as possible. Soon, fists become words, and Nathan ultimately hauls Wheeler back to a doubled over stance in-between his legs. He then wraps his arms tightly around JD’ waist, lifts him up at an angle, and spikes him down onto the top of his head with a solidly executed Piledriver!“OH!” Wheeler is driven into the canvas with such conviction that he bounces into the air before landing on his back along the canvas! Versus immediately lays back onto JD’s chest, from the left side, and hooks the near right leg for added measure as he makes a strategic cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” JD kicks out, and turns over onto his left side, as Versus angrily pushes forward into a sitting stance . . .
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
Versus stares out into the sea of people as they come alive for the umpteenth time during the contest, and rubs his left forearm across his brow to clear it of blood and sweat, before turning over onto his hands and knees. He then drags JD up with him, by a handful of hair, and uses it to guide him face first into the top turnbuckle pad of the northwest corner. Wheeler hits, and Nathan pushes him back against the crook to pepper his face and chest with a succession of elbow strikes; keeping JD dazed long enough to then take the man’s left hand into his right, and push toward the southeast corner with a hard Irish-whip. Versus kicks up to chase after him, at full speed . . . but runs chest first into the crook of the southeast corner as JD surprises everyone by stepping up the turnbuckle pads like stairs, and flipping back onto his feet along the canvas behind him! Wheeler regains his balance as Versus then stumbles back around to face him, and immediately charges forward to deliver a rolling heel strike to the face; a maneuver otherwise known as the Liger Kick!SMACK“OH!” Wheeler’s left leg connects solidly with Nathan’s front, and knocks him back into a sitting position against the middle turnbuckle pad. JD somersaults back onto his hands and knees, due to the momentum involved, and then jumps up onto the middle rope from his crouched stance; wrapping his arms around Nathan’s neck, and lowering himself back toward the canvas to take Versus over with a Monkey Flip! Nathan’s lands cogently near the center of the canvas, and arches his back in order to favor the sore muscles as Wheeler drops down over his chest for a quick cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” Versus presses Wheeler’s body, and throws him off toward the right side as the official’s hand comes down for three! JD lands on his hands and knees, pushes back to his feet very quickly, and responds to the action with a running stomp to the gut. Versus clutches his ribs, and Wheeler looks back toward the northeast corner before bending down over his body; dragging him by the right arm and leg until he is lying diagonal to it (the corner), and popping back to his feet to signal for the “Wheelin’ And Dealin’” 450 Splash! He then gives Versus one last stomp for added measure, to the face this time, and steps out onto the apron through the east side set of ropes to a huge pop. He then turns to face the northeast corner, pushes up to the top turnbuckle pad with every ounce of his remaining strength, and squats down to maintain his balance atop it; unaware that Versus has since climbed back to his feet until it is literally too late . . .SMACK“OH!” Versus fights through the pain, and the ridiculous amount of blood loss, by standing before Wheeler, and nailing him in the butt of the chin with a hard, right-armed European Uppercut! Wheeler’s head snaps back, due to the amount of force behind the strike, and he starts to loose part of his footing as Versus then steps back to take a breather. JD attempts to push back up to both feet, however, so Versus responds in kind with a second European Uppercut . . .SMACK“OH!” Wheeler’s head snaps back a second time, and Versus begins pounding away at his neck and shoulder with repeated hammer-like forearms; trying his best to stall Wheeler for an indeterminable amount of time as he then looks over toward the Onslaught announce table. A glimmer is evident in his eyes, upon locating it . . . and he makes sure to give JD a right forearm to the left orbital bone before stepping out onto the apron through the East Side set of ropes. From there, he swipes JD’s left leg out from under him so that he unintentionally crotches himself against the top turnbuckle pad!“OH!” Versus then drops down onto the black protective mats along the floor, smacking at the apron as he does this, and turns around to face Dean Malenko and Josh Matthews before brushing all of their individual belongings to the floor from the top of the announce table. He then pulls one of the monitors up from its holder, and tosses it aimlessly along the floor before flipping Matthews the double bird, removing the second monitor in the same manner, and intentionally slamming it down against the floor in hopes that it will break. Malenko tries to reason with Versus, but Nathan doesn’t want to hear it; shoving the ring veteran back toward his seat with a right hand to the face, and then attempting to shake away the pain as he turns back to face JD Wheeler . . .
But his efforts in setting up for the spot are hindered!“OH!” SPLATJD has since managed to push back to his feet, and reposition himself to where his back is facing the scene along the outside; leaping back without any warning, and contorting in mid-air to execute a top rope Moonsault as Versus turns around! The move hits with full impact and Wheeler lands on his knees at Nathan’s head before stumbling up to his feet, and falling back against the ring apron. The fatigue is now beginning to set in for both men, as evident by the unchallenged 10-count by the official that follows:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . .. THREE . . . . ..
JD grabs onto the middle rope, and uses it to pull himself up into a sitting position against the apron as Versus turns toward his right to face the announce table. He then reaches up onto the top of it in an effort to pull himself up; now thriving solely off of a rush of adrenaline . . .
FOUR . . . . .. FIVE . . . . .. SIX . . . . ..
Wheeler turns over onto his knees, along the apron, and attempts to fall through the gap of the top and middle ropes in order to re-enter the ring. Nathan Versus staggers back to his feet, and kneels up onto the apron to meet JD with a hammer-like right forearm to the kidneys; stopping him dead in his tracks with the one shot, and repeating it numerous times as the count continues . . .
SEVEN . . . . .. EIGHT . . . . ..
Versus stops beating on JD long enough to fall back inside the ring, through the gap of the top and middle ropes, and climbs back to a vertical base on the inside. His actions stop the count, which is exactly what he was hoping for as he then grabs Wheeler by a handful of hair, and forces him up to rest along the top rope. He then wraps his left arm around JD’s neck, reaches over the rope to hook the waistband of JD’s tights, and hoists him up into position for a vertical suplex; tottering back toward the center of the ring, as he does this, in order to maintain his balance. He then transitions the suplex into a Fireman’s carry, presses Wheeler up into his hands, and charges forward with all the speed he can congregate; heaving his opponent over the top rope, and watching on in joint amazement with the audience as he crashes through the barren Onslaught announce table!CRUNCH“AW!” Wheeler hits the tabletop back first, and the strength involved in performing the toss is more than enough for the legs of the table to collapse underneath the added weight! Matthews and Malenko scurry toward the proverbial “higher ground”, as this happens, and can’t help but mark out in accordance with the other people in the crowd as the referee jumps to the outside to check on JD’s condition. Nathan simply doubles over to rest along the top rope, of the east side set, and wipes at his forehead to further lessen the amount of blood flow; smirking in response to his actions, which some feel the need to boo as most of the others show their praise . . .
“ONE-MAN AR-MY . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
“ONE-MAN AR-MY . . .”
CLAP, CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-CLAP
Wheeler isn’t entirely conscious, but more than enough to understand the seriousness of the situation; pushing the referee away as he then turns over onto his stomach, blood pouring from his face, and starts clawing his way down the slanted tabletop to the mats along the floor. The official tries to intervene a second time, but JD is quick to respond with a simple “Fuck you” before reaching forward with his right hand. The man in stripes then shrugs his shoulders, admonishes Versus from the outside, and reluctantly hops back onto the apron in order to re-enter the ring; turning back to face JD upon regaining his footing along the canvas, and thrusting his arms overhead to begin yet another mandatory 10-count. Wheeler continues thriving off of his Fever-pitched enthusiasts, and uses their support as the driving force to continue his struggle toward the ring:
ONE . . . . .. TWO . . . . .. THREE . . . . ..
Versus steps out onto the apron, through the rope of the East Side set, but instead of advancing on Wheeler’s form he simply sits down against the apron, starts hurling insults in his direction, and implores him to “show some sack” as the fans continue to egg him on. Wheeler looks down to notice a pool of blood forming along the mats below him, and the very sight of the liquid is enough to cause an immediate stir in his psyche . . .
FOUR . . . . .. FIVE . . . . .. SIX . . . . ..
Versus senses that something is up, and hops down to the floor to break the count; halting any momentum that he had been trying to gain by first stomping at the back of JD’s skull, and then dragging him up to his feet by the base of the neck. He then presses Wheeler over his head a second time to throw him back inside the ring, through the gap of the top and middle ropes, and following in hot pursuit by rolling in underneath the bottom. Wheeler lands on his back, and then rolls over onto his left side; helpless, and seemingly left for dead, as Versus slinks up behind him. Nathan then slaps his hands together, as to signify a job well done, pushes JD onto his back, and presses his left forearm down against Wheeler’s bloodied face for what he thinks will be the concluding pinfall attempt:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” Wheeler just barely nudges his right shoulder into the air, and the official has to do a double take; his slight halt in the count forcing the thousands of Georgians to their feet, once again, as they literally cannot believe that JD Wheeler is still in this fight. Versus can’t believe it, either, and grits his teeth in frustration before pulling JD’s body back along the canvas, and pushing down with increased force for an immediate second cover:ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THRE-“NO!” Another kick out warrants another pop, and Versus pushes to his feet at Wheeler’s head before bending down to grab him by a handful of hair; using this to force JD’s sluggish form to his feet, and shove JD’s head down in-between the crook of his left elbow. The official climbs back to his feet behind Wheeler’s doubled over form, at this time, and looks on with a newly found interest as Versus signals for the “West Side Paralyzer”; his back facing the crook of the southeast corner, which Wheeler takes advantage of by shoving him into it!“YEAH!” Versus releases his headlock and Wheeler stumbles back until one knee as he begins favoring his lower back. JD then tries to capitalize on the vulnerability of the situation by pushing back to his feet . . . just as Nathan lunges forward with an attempted “Decapitator” Lariat out of seemingly nowhere!SMACK“AW!” Wheeler ducks under Nathan’s arm, and rolls through to where he is facing the corner as Versus’ right arm wraps around the throat of the official, and knocks him down to the mat in an instantaneous heap! Versus again smack at the canvas, upon realizing his mistake, and pushes back to his feet in order to rectify the error as Wheeler sneaks up behind him. Then, as the bloodied Versus manages to extend into a full-on vertical base, the bloodied Wheeler strikes; grabbing onto Nathan’s shoulders, jumping into the air behind him, and forcing him down onto his knees with an unrelenting “Reality Check”!“YEAH!” Versus hits kidneys first, and rolls over onto his stomach from Wheeler’s shins as the place becomes ecstatic! Nathan arches his back, and kicks at the canvas repeatedly as Wheeler lies outstretched along it; numerous blood stains setting into the material as the seconds tick by, and the matches outcome now literally hanging in the balance . . .
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
“ONE-MAN AR-MY . . .”
“J-D WHEEL-ER . . .”
“ONE-MAN AR-MY . . .”
The sounds of people clapping, chanting, and buzzing echo throughout the width of the arena in an attempt to revitalize both competitors; the fans unrelenting in their ways, defiant in their actions, and just genuinely concerned for the condition of their preferred wrestler over all. JD feels the vibrations surging throughout his body from within the canvas, and pushes forward into a slight sitting stance near the South Side set of ropes before reaching toward the middle one. Then, using this to pull himself up, he collapses back into the southeast corner; placing his arms over his head, and rolling his forearms for the second time to signal that the “Wheelin’ And Dealin’” 450 Splash is about to commence. He then steps carefully toward Nathan’s body, bends down to push him onto the back end, and pops back up to a full-on vertical base; Nathan’s body lying in perfect position for the move to be executed as JD then steps out onto the South Side portion of the apron. He then lies against the top turnbuckle pad for a few moments to suck in a few last breaths of air before pushing onward . . . straddling the top turnbuckle pad, and then thrusting up to where he is squatting down against it before slowly pushing up to a vertical base. Wheeler then looks out into the section of the crowd before him, notices the flashbulbs, and allows his lips to form a brief smile before leaping forward; tucking his body inward, as he does this, and tumbling through until his stomach nears it’s target . . .“AW!” But, just as Wheeler is about to connect, Versus sits forward! Having been playing possum, he baited Wheeler into risking it all for the victory, and smirks in response to this as various fans begin tossing pieces of trash in his direction. With his feet facing the East Side set of ropes, Versus slides out to the floor underneath the bottom one, feet first, and stands facing the timekeeper’s table. He then pushes the man out of his chair, grabs the ring bell, and turns his attention back toward the ring; sliding inside whilst concealing the weapon, and crouching down near the northeast corner as Wheeler clutches his midsection in obvious pain. JD continues to fight through the pain, however, as victory has just barely slipped through his grasp; squinting through the blood that obstructs his vision, and pushing up to one knee as the fans try desperately to warn him of what awaits. Seconds later, he is up to his feet; stumbling forward in an effort to locate his opponent, but failing miserably . . .WHACK“AW!” Nathan steps forward, and slams the wooden base of the instrument against the right side of Wheeler’s skull; the impact sending JD to the canvas in a crumpled heap, and forcing him over onto his stomach as he folds up like a proverbial accordion! Nathan lands on his knees at Wheeler’s right, discards the weapon to the outside, and immediately pushes back to his feet at Wheeler’s head as the fans let loose with a deafening chorus of boos. He responds by telling the fans to “Fuck off”, bending down to force JD back up onto his limp feet, and shoving JD’s head down in-between his legs; hooking Wheeler’s arms back, and then drilling him down onto his neck with an over-emphatic Tiger Driver ‘91!“AW!” Wheeler hits, and his body sprawls out near the center of the ring as the official begins to stir. Versus is so caught up in the heat of the moment, however, that instead of going for the pin, he straddles JD’s chest looks down into his face with intense hatred, and pulls JD’s head up off the mat before slamming his right forearm down against the man’s nose. JD’s head snaps back, due to the force, and blood droplets fly in accordance with the blow; Nathan’s bloodlust not yet fulfilled as the one forearm soon becomes a barrage of elbow strikes! The fans look on in authentic disgust as Versus continues pounding away like a man possessed; each shot increasing in force, and developing more outlets for JD’s blood to escape, as this wrestling match begins to resemble an MMA-style brawl. Blood spatters in all directions, none of it identifiable to any one particular person, and stains the canvas surrounding both bodies as the beating renders Wheeler completely defenseless . . .SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKVersus continues treating Wheeler as though he is a cat pawing around his prey, with no foreseeable end in sight. The referee eventually catches the beating out of the corner of his right eye, his vision still blurry due to the Decapitator Lariat, and crawls forward to check on the men’s individual conditions. The scene that welcomes him is understandably alarming, and he does his best to pry Versus off of the lifeless JD Wheeler before bending down to check his vitals. Then, upon realizing just how bad JD’s condition is, he has no choice but to make a judgment call; immediately gesturing toward the disgruntled timekeeper from his kneeling stance that that the match is over:Referee: “RING THE BELL! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, RING THE DAMN BELL!”
The timekeeper gets up off of his ass, still along the floor mind you, and scurries around the southeast ring post to regain control of the bell. He then races back to his seat, grabs the hammer, and begins pounding away at the golden globe like crazy . . .DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!Versus hears the toll of the bell, and it returns him to an almost serene state of mind. He doesn’t even appear to remember what had just transpired, as he looks down at his blood soaked hands with a clearly perplexed expression etched along his face. The official, meanwhile, is conversing with Michael Buffer near the southeast corner . . . explaining to him his decision, and the manner in which said decision has been made, before ultimately turning back to face Nathan. Versus looks up at the official, then down at JD, and back toward the official as he nears closer; grabbing Versus by the left hand, and helping him to his feet, before tossing Nathan’s left arm into the air to signal that he is in fact the winner.Michael Buffer: “Here is your winner . . . via the referee’s decision, due to a technical knock out . . . Nathan, VER-SUS!”
This announcement is met with complete and total disdain from the fans who are stable enough to reply; the rest merely sitting back in concern for Wheeler’s state, as some continue to toss various pieces of garbage toward the ring. “Enae Volare Mezzo” hits the arena in an attempt to drown the people out, but it only further serves to fuel their internal fire as Versus then shoves the official away. Nathan then looks back down at a still lifeless JD Wheeler, and walks around to his left side before standing over him; bending down to collect some fresh blood from JD’s battered, brutalized puss, and wiping it across his chest in a symbolic manner . . .
“FUCK YOU, VER-SUS! FUCK YOU, VER-SUS! FUCK YOU, VER-SUS! FUCK YOU VER-SUS . . .”
Nathan ignores their chant, and then returns to a full-on vertical base; throwing his arms overhead, and letting out a primal scream in celebration of his dominant victory, as the screen fades to black in order to catch up with something that is taking place backstage . . .
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:25:22 GMT
INT. BACKSTAGE AREA
Lion and Nick Kelly stand backstage and the crowd is overcome with a huge pop when they see Lion’s face appear on the titan tron. His name is chanted throughout the arena, and Kelly takes some time before they settle.
Kelly: Lion, tonight is the most important night of your career. What feelings do you have going into this match?
Lion: Lance Leonard…Paul Hill…Josh Violence…Thomas Richards. Four mean at each corner of the squared circle, fighting for one prize, for one title. I don’t know what will be the outcome. All I do know is I will bleed, sweat, burn and be burned. I will take names, I will drop men on their heads, I will make this a night of ONE immortal. That title hangs in the balance and all I have to do is reach out and grab it. I will do all these things in front of millions of people and I’ll love every second of it.
The crowd go wild as Lion grins down the camera, fired up and ready to go.
Lion: There’s one difference between me and the rest. They’ve all held that gold, been to the top…but I have only tasted it. Maybe that means something, I dunno, maybe I’m destined to take the gold. Maybe I’m here to give the hospital three extra patients. I sat in there for a month, bloody, bruised, being stitched up from feet to head. I thought of where that knife had been, what parts of my head (starts prodding his temple) those bats and sticks cracked against. And then I thought of Josh Violence’s face staring down at me…I thought of what I’d do to him if I saw him one more time…I’d rip that title from his waist on the grandest stage of them all and show everyone who the best is. I’d taste the gold, lift it high and smile through the red fog, the swelled eyes.
The crowd pops once more, and he stops awhile, sucking it in.
Lion: Leonard, we have unfinished business. I want to pin you in the middle of the ring clean, we’ve never settled it and now we have a chance. Paul Hill, I’ve studied every move you make, every technique you use in every match you have ever competed in. You’re an amazing talent, a star, a technician, a realist. I’m the British Lion, I will bring you down.
The crowd roars, in awe of a Hill and Lion showdown that could occur.
Lion: Tonight, I go in with millions watching, kids at ringside and the three best in the business standing before me. I walk out the CCW World Heavyweight champion.
STEP into the Lion’s Den!
Crowd: Hear my roar!
Lion walks off screen, leaving an excited Nick Kelly with the microphone.
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Post by Nathan Versus on Mar 1, 2007 0:26:51 GMT
CCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - FATAL FOUR-WAY ELIMINATION MATCH [/CENTER][/color] Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the second half of our double main event! The Georgia Dome crowd erupt into cheers, whilst the camera focuses in on the numerous signs of support. A chant of “CCDub, CCDub” begins, gradually increasing until it fills the venue! Ross: This crowd is electric, Paul! Buffer: It is the Fatal Four-Way Elimination Match, for the CCW Heavyweight Championship of the World! ‘Kashmir’ hit’s the Dome and the crowd erupts, as fire rises upon the stage area, heralding the arrival of the first competitor! Buffer: Introducing first, from Liverpool, England, weighing 268 pounds… ‘The Lion’ THOMAS RICHARDS! Richards makes his way onto the stage, wielding his trademark cricket bat!Ross: Thomas Richards is a fifteen-year veteran of the game, a man who has travelled the world over, from competing in both small-time and big-time promotions, in both the Eastern world and Western world. Tonight, Richards is competing in the single biggest match of his career… Richards makes his way down the aisle, eyes focussed on the ring. He steps through the ropes, and he immediately makes his way to one corner, climbing the turnbuckle, and peering into the sea of humanity…
He repeats his routine in all four corners, before standing in the centre of the ring, and roaring to the crowd, as the fire extinguishes…
After several moments of applause, ‘Up Jumped The Devil’ hit’s the Dome, drawing a chorus of boos from the crowd!Buffer: From Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing 260 pounds… The MVP Of CCW, LANCE LEONARD! Leonard appears on the staging, wears his traditional hooded, knee-length black robe. A small firework explosion occurs on the stage, whilst blue and gold spotlights search the area. Leonard makes his way down the aisle, ignoring the crowd, before removing his robe and entering the ring.Heyman: Lance Leonard is one of the great competitors in the industry today, a man of class and integrity. It’s too bad these idiot fans fail to appreciate greatness! Leonard and Richards exchange a few heated words, before Leonard climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope, extends his arms outwards and throws his head backwards as a row of fireworks run across the ring behind him.
Climbing down from the turnbuckle, he continues trading insults with Richards, before standing back in his corner…
‘We Are Godzilla’ hit’s the arena, bringing a massive cheer from the crowd!Buffer: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 238 pounds… PAUL HILL! Hill makes his way out, walking purposefully towards the ring. He climbs onto the apron and peers out towards the crowd, then turns to face Leonard and Richards.Ross: The former commissioner of Unleashed, Paul Hill made his way back from what appeared to be a career-ending injury to realise his dream of becoming CCW World Heavyweight Champion in October last year, only to be robbed of his prize moments later by our reigning champion. Hill enters the ring, ignoring his two fellow challengers, and makes his way to his corner.
The venue falls dark, and the Georgia Dome fills with a series of jeers as ‘Role Model’ hit’s the arena, before green strobes begin flashing from all around the width of the arena. A black light then shines down from the top of the entrance opening as Heather St. Clair struts her way out onto the stage through an intense fog. She stops at the head of the entrance ramp, standing with her hands on her hips; scoffing at various remarks made by fans. She looks back at the entrance opening until ‘Big Daddy’ Josh Violence makes his way onto the stage, the CCW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He wraps his right arm around St. Clair’s waist upon reaching her left side; stopping to inhale from the joint roach in his left hand before flicking it off to the side and unsheathing a kendo stick from the neck hole of his T-shirt. Buffer: And, from St. Louis, Missouri… Violence thrusts his arm into the air above his head; prompting a wall of green flames to shoot up from behind the duo, as Violence leans his head back to exhale the smoke. After a few seconds, the flames eventually dissipate; causing the lights to flicker back into full luminosity. Violence pats the faceplate of the CCW World Heavyweight Championship belt, before making out with Heather to the chagrin of the audience…Buffer: Weighing 315 pounds… He is the reigning, defending and undisputed CCW Heavyweight Champion of the World… “Big Daddy” JOSH VIOLENCE! Violence and Heather begin making their way down the aisle to a rousing chorus of boos. Upon reaching the ringside area, Violence places his kendo stick under the bottom turnbuckle pad and climbs up onto the apron; standing with his arms crossed against his chest as Heather squirms into the ring through both his legs and the lull underneath the bottom rope. Once inside, she remains in a kneeling position; allowing Violence time to step in through the gap of the top and middle ropes, before grabbing her by the bun of her hair. Then, as he thrusts his crotch forward into her skull, more flames shoot into the air from the top of all 4 ring posts; bathing the ringside area in shadows, before the lights all of a sudden return to their original colour. Violence helps St. Clair to her feet; instantly ushering the woman to the outside with a hard smack on the ass, before crouching down into a Rock-like fighting stance in his corner, eyeing up the three challengers to his title…Ross: It’s not hard to see why the CCW fans hate this man with a passion! Heyman: These fans are morons. Josh Violence is the greatest champion in CCW history… In fact, Josh Violence is the greatest champion in the history of professional wrestling! DING DING!
The bell sounds to get the match underway, as cheers erupt around the Dome. The four competitors remain in their respective corners, eyeing one another cautiously, seemingly unwilling to make the first move…
After several moments of “CCDub! CCDub!” chants from the crowd, Hill and Richards step towards the centre of the ring, followed, a few steps away, by Leonard. Violence, however, remains in his stance, observing the three challengers before him.
Hill and Richards nod to one another in a show of mutual respect, whilst Leonard eyes both men with a look of disgust. After a few tense moments, the three men turn their attention to Violence. Violence eyes the men up and down, before motioning for them to start the match…Heyman: A smart, smart move by the champion… This is why Josh Violence has been on top of the mountain for close to six months. Letting the challengers wear one another down and picking up the pieces is the best possible tactic in a match like this! Hill and Richards look back to one another, then at Violence. They look to Leonard, then turn to Violence, edging forward.Ross: Unfortunately for Josh Violence, I don’t think his opponents are going to grant him his wish! As Hill and Richards draw close, Violence draws to his feet, hurling abuse at the duo, before raising his arms and trying to reason with them, pointing beyond them to Leonard. As the two men come within a few feet of him, Violence suddenly explodes out of the corner with a double-clothesline!Ross: Here we go! Hill and Richards react quickly, ducking underneath the clothesline. Violence turns to face them, only to be caught by a chop to the chest from Hill, followed by a stiff kick to the midsection from Richards, much to the delight of the crowd. The two men throw Violence into the turnbuckle, where they proceed to unleash a torrent of lefts and rights!Heyman: This is totally uncalled for! Ross: The crowd don’t seem to object! Violence attempts to fight back, but is overcome by the double-team, dropping his head into his guard, and lunging forward to shove both men away. Violence charges forward with a shoulder-block to both men, dropping them to the canvas, before being met by a stiff kick to the back of the leg by Leonard, causing the champion to wobble, followed by a second and a third, dropping him down to one knee.
Hill and Richards are quick to rise, joining Leonard in pummelling the champion, who attempts to cover up. Violence is soon stomped to the canvas, where the three challengers continue their attack, before Leonard breaks away and lands a stiff elbow strike to the back of Hill’s head. Hill drops to one knee, momentarily stunned, whilst Leonard turns his attention to Richards, attempting to land another elbow strike, only to be met by a boot to the gut.
Richards is joined by Hill, and the two men rain down blows upon Leonard’s head, dropping him to the canvas, before turning to one another. The crowd erupts as the two faces circle the ring, preparing to collide!Ross: This could be very interesting! They come together in a collar and elbow tie-up, attempting to overpower one another. Richards is able to gain the upper hand, edging Hill back towards the ropes. Hill, however, uses Richards’ momentum against him, turning ‘The Lion’ into the ropes, before attempting an Irish Whip…
Richards reverses, sending Hill across the ring. Hill rebounds and Richards drops his head, preparing to back drop his opponent, but Hill reacts quickly, connecting with a swinging neck breaker, followed by an immediate cover!
ONE!
KICK OUT!
Both men are quick to their feet, coming together for the second time, only for Richards to be taken down by a side-headlock takeover from Hill, which he quickly counters with the head scissors, forcing Hill to release his grip.
Both men spring to their feet, with Richards seizing the opportunity for audacious small-package pinfall attempt!
ONE!
KICK OUT!Ross: Two near falls in the early going! The key to winning this match might be to eliminate your opponents as quickly as possible to preserve energy for the latter stages. Hill and Richards are quick to rise. Their tempers flaring, they butt heads, whilst the crowd stand, only for Leonard to delivers a jumping high knee to the back of Hill, sending both men into the ropes! Leonard immediately follows up with a dropkick to Richards, before ducking underneath a clothesline from Hill, and connecting with a second dropkick!
With the faces momentarily downed, Leonard turns his attention to Violence, who is back on his feet, attempting to shake the dizziness from the earlier assault away. Before Leonard can strike, Violence charges forward with the body avalanche, dropping Leonard to the canvas!
The champion immediately focuses on Hill and Richards, making his way to where both men are attempting to reach a vertical base. Violence lands a stiff kick to the back of Richards head, dropping him back to the mat, before landing another to the back of Hill’s head, with similar results.
Violence then proceeds to stomp both men in turn, whilst hurling verbal abuse in their direction!Heyman: A little payback for Josh Violence, perhaps? With both men grounded, Violence turns his attention back to Leonard, who is back on his feet, leaning against the ropes. As Violence draws close, Leonard steps forward with elbow to the face, and a second, only for the champion to respond with a series of stiff combination punches, before reaching for Leonard’s arm.
Violence Irish whips Leonard, but keeps the arm locked and delivers a short-arm clothesline. Leonard drops the mat, stunned, but Violence keeps the arm secured, drawing him back to a vertical base for a second short-arm clothesline, before allowing Leonard to flop to the mat.
Now Violence stands, peering out towards the crowd, and raising his arms in a messiah-like pose, met by the usual jeers, before turning his attention to Hill. Violence draws Hill to his feet, taking him to the ropes, before attempting another short-arm clothesline.
But Hill ducks underneath, goes behind the champion, quickly applying the half-nelson, looking for the suplex. Violence, however, swings his free arm backwards into the face of Hill, forcing him to release his grip. Hill staggers back, whilst Violence bounces off the nearby ropes, straight into a spinning wheel-kick from Hill!
Violence is knocked off his feet, with Hill quickly making the cover, much to the delight of the capacity crowd!
ONE!
TWO!!
SHOULDER UP!Heyman: Thank God! Hill is quick to his feet, bringing Violence back to a vertical base, stunning him with a European uppercut, before applying the facelock and attempting to suplex the much larger champion. Violence is able to remain grounded, responding with a jab to the midsection in an attempt to break the hold, forcing Hill to break away and soften the champion up with a headbutt.
Hill attempts the suplex once more, to no avail. Violence resists, but not for long, as Hill is soon aided by Richards. The two men successfully deliver the double suplex, and Violence crashes to the mat, whilst the crowd cheer the double-team!
Hill and Richards spring to their feet, immediately coming face to face with one another, whilst Heather reaches into the ring and grabs the leg of Violence, attempting to revive her man. Richards shoves Hill, who steps back, looking out towards the crowd, before shoving back! Heyman: Its every man for himself! The crowd are on their feet, awaiting the next step, but Hill and Richards soon turn their attention to Violence, who is out of the ring, staggering away with Heather in tow.
The two men then notice Leonard back on his feet. Hill and Richards stare at one another, then break away, Richards in pursuit of Violence, whilst Hill turns his attention to Leonard…Ross: One week ago on Unleashed, Lance Leonard and Paul Hill faced one another in a match that ended a draw. These two men have unfinished business! Leonard and Hill circle the ring, preparing to tie-up, whilst Richards pursues Violence, who is making his way down the aisle. Heather attempts to block Richards from passing, but he merely ignores her. She attempts to slap him, but he catches her arm and effortlessly tosses her aside.
Richards sizes up Violence, before charging forward with an elbow strike to the back, dropping the champion to the floor. Violence rolls onto his front, looking up at Richards, pleading for mercy. Richards stares at Violence, then out towards the crowd, who roar for him to proceed.
In the ring, Hill and Leonard come together in a collar and elbow tie-up, with neither man seemingly able to gain the upper-hand. They part, then come together for a second time, with Hill applying a side headlock. Leonard edges Hill towards the ropes, then whips him across the ring, forcing Hill to release the headlock. Leonard charges forward with a shoulder block, but Hill remains standing, defiant!
Richards reaches down for Violence, who quickly leans forward and catches him with a thumb to the eye, forcing Richards to stagger back, clutching his face. The crowd boo loudly, whilst Violence immediately calls to Heather, ordering her to retrieve the Kendo Stick from under the ring!Ross: This does not look good! Hill and Leonard waste little time, coming together for their third collar and elbow tie-up, with Leonard applying a side-headlock, before releasing it to go behind for a hammerlock. Hill gasps in pain, attempting to break the hold by swinging his free arm back, to no avail, before finding success with a drop toe-hold, taking Leonard to the canvas!
Hill quickly follows up and repositions himself in place for a side-headlock, whilst Leonard attempts to push into his knees and break away, unsuccessfully.
On the outside, Heather retrieves the Kendo Stick from under the ring, and throws it towards Violence, who catches, then sizes up Richards, readying to strike, whilst Heather cheers him on!Ross: This is despicable behaviour from the champion! Violence drives the end of the stick into the midsection of Richards, who hollers in pain, folding over, and clutching his midsection, before the stick is brought down across the back in a whipping motion, and again, and again, leaving red marks across the back of The Lion!
Violence then orders Heather to raise Richards’ head, whilst he steps back, preparing himself to drive the stick into Richards face!
Hill tightens his grip on Leonard, who kicks his foot against the mat in frustration, before pushing back to his knees, and breaking away with a twist of the body, pinning Hill against the canvas, applying the hammerlock, before driving his knee into the shoulder, and again, causing Hill to gasp in pain!Heyman: Fantastic escape by Leonard! As Violence charges forward, preparing to strike, Richards pulls away, and the Kendo stick is driven into Heather’s midsection, causing her to scream in pain and collapse in a heap on the ground, much to the pleasure of the crowd, who cheer wildly!
Violence drops the stick, and stands in shock, looking down at Heather, who lays in a foetal position. He drops to his knees to check on her, allowing Richards to crawl away towards the ring apron…Ross: What goes around comes around! In the ring, Leonard brings Hill to his feet, the hammerlock still in place. Hill unsuccessfully attempts to break free, swinging his arm back wildly, only for Leonard twist the arm to apply maximum pressure. Hill drops down to one knee, where he remains for a few moments, before pushing to his feet, circling the ring, picking up his pace, then charging towards the ropes, dropping down at the final moment, and sending Leonard to the outside!
From underneath the ring apron, Richards retrieves his trusty cricket bat, much to the delight of the crowd, who began a chant of “Fuck Him Up Richards, Fuck Him Up!”. Richards takes a few moments to compose himself, then looks towards Violence…
A dizzy Leonard gets back to his feet, taking a few moments to regain his senses, before making his way back towards the ring, only to be met by a baseball slide from Hill, sending him back into the ringside barrier with a crash!
Violence attempts to revive Heather, before his attention is diverted by the sound of Richards banging his cricket bat against the steel steps at ringside! He slowly looks up, where he is met by a smiling Richards, bat in hand.Ross: You know what they say about payback, Paul… Leonard staggers forwards towards the ring, where Hill leans over the top rope for a handful of hair. He brings Leonard onto the ring apron, where he connects with a forearm to the face, turning Leonard away from him. Hill begins to apply the full nelson, but Leonard breaks free, drops from the apron, crushing Hill’s windpipe down against the top rope!
Hill falls to one knee, whilst Leonard climbs back onto the apron, he reaches for Hill, who is holding his throat, and draws him to a vertical base, running the length of the ring apron, towards the top turnbuckle. Hill, however, raises his foot to the middle rope, blocking the collision, then swings his elbow into Leonard’s jaw. Taking advantage of the situation, Hill smashes his opponents face into the turnbuckle. Then, once again, Hill goes behind, applies the full nelson for the suplex, which he successfully delivers, arching his back for the bridged pin!Ross: This could be it for Leonard! ONE!
TWO!!
NO!
Richards draws closer to Violence, who backs away, pleading. Richards raises the bat, holding it above Violence’s head. Several tense moments pass, before Richards lands a kick to the face, throwing the cricket bat aside…Ross: Thomas Richards is a class act! Richards brings Violence back to his feet, before applying the double underhook, in preparation of the Lion Driver, only for Violence to drop to his knees, preventing Richards from delivering the move. Richards breaks away, bringing his knee into Violence’s face, before a second attempt at the Lion Driver…Ross: If Richards hits this, Violence will almost certainly be eliminated! With a gasp, Violence raises Richards, hoisting him into the air, before bringing him down with a crash, spine first, onto the ramp!Ross: By God! Violence has just taken out Richards! Richards arches his back, writhing in agonising pain, whilst Violence drops to his knees, regaining his senses.
Leonard is quick to his feet, coming forward with an elbow smash to Hill, who steps back momentarily head, before responding with an elbow smash of his own. Leonard lands a second, followed by Hill. Leonard lands three in quick succession, then bounces off the nearby ropes, looking for a forth elbow strike, only for Hill to catch the arm, applying an armbar and taking Leonard down to one knee. The crowd cheer aloud!Ross: Paul Hill looking for the submission! Leonard rolls forward before the move is fully applied, quickly coming back to his feet, with an elbow strike to the face. An Irish Whip from Leonard is reversed by Hill, sending Leonard across the ring. As Leonard rebounds, Hill drops down the mat, Leonard skips over him, then rebounds for the second time, with Hill looking for a clothesline, with Leonard ducking underneath!
Leonard rebounds for the third time, connecting with a massive lariat. Hill is swept off his feet, crashing to the mat, to the horror of the crowd, whilst Leonard makes a cover…
ONE!
TWO!!
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