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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 20:38:46 GMT
 "Princess" Sophia Simpson is seen sitting in The Dallas Justice locker room. She has her belt by her side but doesn't seem to be in her usual good mood. The Midnight Riders, Danny Ray and Steve Corona enter the room.Danny: Hey Sophia how are things going in your kingdom?. Steve chuckles but stops as Sophia stares at both of them.Sophia: Believe me boys tonight you don't want to cross me. I'm not in the mood. The Midnight Riders shuts up as Full Metal Jack walks into the room chowing down on a Big Mac. As sauce smothers his mouth he turns to Sophia.FMJ: You know you have to face Crissy Lord again tonight. That must suck ha?. Sophia shakes her head and thinks twice about unleashing a verbal tirade at Jack.Sophia: Yeah Jack you're right it does suck. That's why I'm not so happy right now. Even Jack takes the hint and heads over to the other side of the locker room to talk with The Midnight Riders. After several more minutes JD Wheeler enters the room.JD: Sup' boys. Hey baby. Where's my sugar. Sophia pulls away and JD seems hurt.Sophia: Right now I'm aiming all my frustration at Crissy Lord. Unless you never wanna use your "love shaft" again, give me some space. JD looks from Sophia down to his groin. After a nod of the head he goes to join The Midnight Riders and Full Metal Jack. Sophia looks to blow off steam and heads to the door. Just as she opens it she bumps into Amy Wheeler. The two have a short stare down and then Amy storms off. Sophia does the same and heads off in the opposite direction.The Onslaught video package plays across the screen, interlacing past matches and profiles of some of the major players of Onslaught while "Best of You" youtube.com/watch?v=Pd_p1A7WVNs plays. When the package has run its course, pyro shoots up and the camera pans across an audience packed into the Mellon Arena as they cheer loudly. It eventually cuts to the hosts of the show.Mathews: We are on the road to Immortality, ladies and gentlemen! And boy, do we have a stacked card lined up for you! Malenko: Do we ever, Josh! Mathews: We've got tag team action when the North American number one contender Full Metal Jack teams up with Joshua James against the NA Champion, Chris 6yxx and a stand out member of the Revolution, T-Rex. Malenko: Joshua James has a lot of resentment at not only losing his North American title but also being overlooked for a rematch. It'll be interesting to see how he and Jack get along in the ring. Mathews: What about T-Rex? Last week, his loss to the Neutron Star Jerome Novaho didn't go over well with him. And his teammate Fantomas felt the pang of the Revolution member's angst. Malenko: I don't know, Josh. Let's hope both sides can hold it together. Mathews: Speaking of Revolution, the number one contender Shawn Greene faces the leader of the faction, The Wh_. We've still yet to determine whether Shawn will be staying with Onslaught or if he'll be facing an opponent on Unleashed. Malenko: He could be going, Josh. I hate to say it and I hope he doesn't. While he might be huge on Unleashed, I think he could be a legend on Onslaught. Mathews: We also see the return of Darius Jones, but he's got an enormous barrier in the way in the form of JD Wheeler. Malenko: This will be an interesting match. The old versus the new, you could say. Mathews: Finally, we have two rematches from Resurrection. First up, Team Punishment look to regain the titles they were screwed out of by the Lord Brothers. Malenko: Well, screwed is such a harsh word, Josh. I think the Lord boys just facilitated the title change as a favor to Khaos. Mathews: Favor? Malenko: No, you're right. Team Punishment was screwed. Mathews: Right now, we've got a Women's title rematch - Sophia Simpson vs. Crissy Lord! |
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 20:45:24 GMT
DING, DING, DING
Buffer “The following contest is a rematch from Resurrection and is for the Women’s title!”
“This is a jet setter music letter, from me to you.”
As her music cuts in, Crissy Lord comes strolling out and stops at the foot of the ramp, looking out at the booing majority crowd. After her showing at the pay-per-view almost two weeks ago, though, some people are actually cheering for her, appreciative for a decent match and hoping for one that transcends expectations tonight. She walks down, sliding into the ring and mounts the nearest turnbuckle. Grabbing the lip of her zipper, Crissy pulls it down seductively, exposing a tight baby-tee that sports her signature angry teddy bear giving the viewer the middle finger. She leans back, thrusting her breasts out while her hood falls back, revealing her naughty face.
Buffer “In the ring; now residing on Manhattan Island, NY, please welcome Crissy Lord!”
Crissy raises her arms with pleasure while the crowd continues their indignant behavior. They change their tune when the song of the Women’s champion begins to play.
“Uh, uh, Miami! South Beach, bringing the heat!”
Pink sparks rain down from the top of the entrance and through the curtain skips a spry and lithe figure with the Women’s title wrapped round her waist. As she walks down the ramps, Sophia blows kisses at her adoring fans. She stops at a little girl sporting a sign that says “I want to be the next CCW Women’s Champ!” Sophia smiles and yells out “Future Women’s Champ!” while patting the girl on the shoulders.
Buffer “And making her way to the ring, from Miami, FL, she is the reigning CCW Women’s Champion, please welcome ‘Princess’ Sophia Simpson!”
Sophia slides through under the bottom rope and hops up, unhooking the title while finding the closest turnbuckle. She starts to mount it, but Crissy brushes her way past the referee and sends a fist into the back of the rising Sophia. Crissy pushes the champion further up to the second rope. She then ducks her head between Sophia’s legs while turning around. Grabbing her opponent’s legs, Crissy lifts Sophia onto her shoulders and sends her down with a powerbomb. The referee motions for the bell to ring and grabs the belt, handing it off to the time keeper.
DING, DING, DING
Crissy scrambles around looking for a crossface, but Sophia hops to the left, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope. The referee says Crissy has to break the hold before it even locks in. Crissy gets up and backs away, but is back on the attack when she runs forward with a kick to Sophia’s stomach. This definitely draws an increased volume of boos from the audience as they hate seeing one of their favorite women wrestlers beaten down cheaply. Crissy grabs Sophia by the hand and pulls her towards the center of the ring. She takes Sophia’s legs and entwines them while starting to turn around for a sharpshooter, but Sophia stiffens up so that Crissy can’t fully turn. Sophia comes alive leaning forward and in one fluid motion, grabs Crissy and pulls her into a schoolgirl. The referee slides down for a count.
One.....
Crissy kicks out of the hold at one and a half as the crowd expresses their disappointment. Both women slowly get up, but Sophia is quicker, grabs Crissy, ducks her head into a front facelock and sends her back into a snap suplex. Sophia gazes on her prey and hops over her, running into a self imposed Irish whip. On her return, Sophia jumps up and lands onto Crissy with a running seated senton. Crissy seizes in pain, but Sophia straightens her out and goes for another cover.
One.....
Crissy sends a thumb to Sophia’s eye, which causes her to back away, breaking the cover at one and a half again. Sophia stands up blinking, trying to get the sight back in her right eye. Crissy uses this time to roll away to the opposite side of the ring. As she gets up, Sophia comes running across, breaking the distance between them and gives Crissy an arm lariat. The move sees Crissy go over the ropes back first and to the floor below.
Mathews “We apologize ladies and gentlemen. The connections to our headsets were out, but we now have them back. And in the first few minutes, we’ve seen Crissy start off strong, but the champion Sophia has bounced back.”
Malenko “I enjoy watching these women in the ring, Josh. They have what it takes to make for memorable moments.”
Sophia watches for her opening as Crissy slowly get up and when it presents itself using the ropes as leverage, Sophia dives over them and lands onto an unsuspecting Crissy. As the referee calls for them to get back in, Sophia pulls Crissy up and sends some knife edge chops across her chest. The audience cheerfully responds with accompanying sound effects.
SLAP!
“Woo!”
SLAP!
“Woo!”
Sophia grabs her opponent by the arm and starts to whip her, but Crissy reverses it, sending Sophia into the side of the turnbuckle. Sophia hits hard with her right shoulder and she spirals to the ground as viewers close by rise up to make sure she’s okay. Crissy rolls into the ring, breaking the referee’s count and then rolls right back out while holding her chest in pain. Looking around, she finds what she seeks in the form of a steel chair.
Mathews “It looks like Crissy is about to punish Sophia for her transgressions.”
Instead of attacking Sophia, though, Crissy turns around, opens the chair and sets it a couple feet from the fallen woman. Then she backs away, watching Sophia slowly get up. Crissy takes a running start and hops up on the lip of the chair, then follows it to the neck of the backrest. The crowd is pretty astounded when she dives headlong into the rising Sophia.
Mathews “Wow! Did you hear that splat right in front of us?!?”
Malenko “That’s a move straight out of Sabu! So unnatural for Crissy, but I guess when the title is on the line, you pull out all the stops.”
Both women lay helpless on the ground as the referee looks down at them and having no other course of action has to start a ten count.
1.....
2.....
3.....
At four, both women stir as though waking from a deep sleep; moving as if stuck in molasses.
5.....
6.....
At seven, Crissy is on one knee and pulling Sophia up as well.
8.....
At nine, she rolls Sophia in and hops in belly down, breaking the count.
Mathews “That’s a close call, but both women still look dazed from that suicide dive. Let’s get another shot of that.”
Malenko “Josh, you can see when Crissy comes down on Sophia, Sophia’s head hits the mat hard. She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t have a concussion.”
Crissy drapes her arm over Sophia and the referee goes for a count.
One.....
Two.....
Sophia instinctively grabs the ropes as the count grinds to a halt at two and a half. Both women rest for a moment, trying to gain back some much needed energy. Crissy gets up groggily, pulls Sophia by the leg towards the middle of the ring and drops a knee down on her head. Standing, she grabs Sophia’s leg and twists around, dropping into a figure four leg lock. Crissy flexes, pushing weight onto Sophia as she tries to sit up in pain and then falls back as the referee watches for both shoulders to hit the mat.
One.....
Two.....
Sophia gets a shoulder up and then falls back, exerting her energy.
One.....
Two.....
Sophia raises her shoulder again and this time feeds off the energy of the crowd as they begin to chant her name.
“SOPHIA! SOPHIA! SOPHIA!”
She begins to rock back and forth in time with the chanting and eventually turns the hold around to favor herself. Crissy breaks the hold, disappointed that Sophia got one up on her. Sophia crawls on hands and knees over to the closest turnbuckle, using it to get back to her feet while Crissy uses the ropes across from her. Crissy runs towards Sophia, but Sophia meets her halfway and dives into her with a Lou Thesz press. Sophia sends fist after fist into the face of Crissy as both fall to the mat. The referee intercedes and Sophia rises up, uncharacteristically getting in his face and yelling, as though he just rained on her parade.
Turning back to Crissy, she pulls her and sets her up sitting against the turnbuckle. Jogging to the opposite side of the ring, Sophia turns around and runs at Crissy, diving feet first into a bronco buster that delights just about every one in the crowd. Standing immediately and grabbing the ropes for support, she pulls Crissy up on spaghetti legs. Sophia pushes her further up into a sitting position on the top rope and rises to the second ropes. Ducking Crissy’s head under her shoulder, Sophia falls backward into a falling DDT. Rolling Crissy over, Sophia goes for the cover.
One.....
Two.....
Crissy gets a shoulder up at two and a half as the crowd voice their disappointment.
Mathews “A near fall and after all we’ve seen in such a small span of time, it’s a wonder either woman can think clearly!”
Malenko “That’s why they get paid the big bucks, Josh.”
Sophia looks surprised at the referee as he explains she didn’t get the three-count. Standing, she again gets in the official’s face, arguing about a slow count. When she turns around, Crissy pulls her down into a schoolgirl and the referee slides down.
“One, two.”
Sophia kicks out at two and a half as the crowd breathes a sigh of relief. She gets up and finds the closest turnbuckle. Climbing it, Sophia spins around and dives off with a moonsault, but at the last second, Crissy moves out of the way. Sophia comes down hard and spasms in pain, which gives Crissy precious seconds to regain some composure. As Sophia gets to one knee, Crissy comes running at her, hoping for a shining wizard. She mistakes Sophia’s speed, though, because in a flash of lightening, Sophia is up and turns around while grabbing Crissy. Entwining the two of them, Sophia drives Crissy’s face into the mat with her signature move.
Mathews “The Stroke! And here’s the cover!”
One.....
Two.....
Three!
The referee has the bell rung and winner announced.
DING, DING, DING
Buffer “The winner and STILL Women’s Champion, ‘Princess’ Sophia Simpson!”
The referee holds Sophia’s arm as he hands her the belt. Instead of “Miami” playing though, the crowd is stunned to hear “Desert Rose” begin to play over the speakers. They, along with a beaten and weary Sophia, all look to the stage, expecting to see the returning Amy Wheeler, but no one comes out. Instead, a figure slides into the ring and attacks Sophia from behind, sending a chair shot right into her back. Knocking her down, the attacker takes great pleasure in bringing the chair down again.
Mathews “Rayne! The female equation of the Revolution has just attacked the Women’s Champion with blatant shots from a chair!”
Malenko “Somehow I think the Women’s Champion has a new opponent lined up already!”
While some of the audience begins to boo, most are still surprised when Rayne holds the Women’s title over her head by the strap as Rayne’s theme “Forgiven” begins playing and the crowd’s hatred is in full swing now.
Mathews “Well, Sophia pulls out a win over Crissy, but apparently Rayne lets her actions speak where she cannot! We have to take a commercial break, but don’t change that dial because Onslaught is just getting started!”
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 22:02:29 GMT
We open in the parking lot of the Mellon Arena, where a black sports car screeches to a halt. A few moments later, the door of the vehicle swings open.
The camera zooms in on the feet of the driver as he steps out of the vehicle, then slowly pans upwards to reveal his identity…
Matthews: It’s…
“One Man Army” Nathan Versus, dressed in black cargo pants and a sleeveless hooded top, steps into view, drawing a massive pop from the crowd, followed by the traditional “Versus! Versus!” chant…
Versus, with his typical pissed off expression, looks around the car park, observing a small group of fans who lean over a nearby barrier, waving and cheering at him. Ignoring them, Versus heads towards the arena…
Matthews: What’s he doing here?
As Versus approaches the building, he notices the duo of Darius Jones and Dallas Quaid; The Furious Ones, standing by the entrance…
Versus eyeballs the duo as he draws close. They stare back at him, then look at one another…
Versus: If you want autographs, visit my website.
Versus barges past the duo and heads into the arena, where he eyeballs several members of CCW backstage staff, before finding himself accosted by Onslaught’s Dean Stewart…
Stewart: (shocked) Nathan Versus? What are you doing on Onslaught?
Versus stops, eyes Stewart up and down…
Versus: Onslaught? I thought this was TNA iMPACT?
Stewart: (baffled) iMPACT?
Versus: (nods) Yeah. You know, ‘our ring has six sides and no viewers’ TNA iMPACT… See (Versus points off-screen) isn’t that ‘The Alpha Male’ Monty Brown?
Stewart: No. That’s Marcus Knight. Monty Brown is still in negotiations with Onslaught management…
Versus: Well, good luck with that, son. Onslaught needs him, that’s for damn sure!
Versus attempts to pass, only for Stewart to continue…
Stewart: Is there a particular reason why you’re here?
Versus pauses for a few moments, then a sinister grin forms across his face…
Versus: Just passing through, son, just passing through.
Versus pushes past Stewart and continues making his way through the backstage area, passing several members of the Onslaught roster, all of which stop what they are doing as Versus passes…
Versus stops, turns around, takes a step forward, then stops, thinking better of it. He then turns to continue his journey, almost bumping into… Amy Wheeler!
She stares at him, less than impressed by the man who assaulted her brother the night before. A smug look forms on Versus’ face. After a few moments, Amy attempts to pass into a nearby room, only for Versus to step into her path!
Matthews: What is this?
Amy looks at him for a few moments in disgust, then looks away, reaching for the door handle, only for Versus to place his hand on top of hers in a forceful manner that prevents her from breaking away. He then draws his face close to hers, causing her to flinch…
Versus: Allow me…
Versus smiles, then opens the door, stepping aside to allow Wheeler to pass... She stares at him cautiously, whilst he smiles at her. Versus gives her a subtle wave before the door swings shut.
Versus turns back to the crowd, holding his arms out…
Versus: I come in peace.
END
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The scene opens to T-Rex entering The Revolution locker room and meeting an extremely pissed off Fantomas.
Fantomas: Dude, what the fuck was that all about?
T-Rex: What the fuck was what?
Fantomas: Don't you remember? Last week when you knocked me out with the Gore during your match with Novaho and then hit me with the Dinosaur Driver for no reason afterwards!
T-Rex: Hey I did it for a reason. First of all, I gave you a simple task: Take out Novaho. Not only did you not do that, you got your skull smashed by him instead. I had to teach you a lesson. And for the pile driver, the crowd was rowdy and I showed them what they wanted, and they wanted to see a overused, overrate and overpaid jobber get his ass whooped by a Monster
Fantomas: Man, what has gotten in to you? You're a different man then the one I chose be World Tag Team Champions with. What's your problem?
T-Rex: What's my problem? My problem is that I have a partner who has made me continuously lose matches. My problem is that you are the single reason that I don't have World Tag Team Gold around my waist right now. My problem is that night after night I have to carry you in matches because of your inexperience. My problem is that you can't do simple task I tell you to do like taking someone out. My problem is that my partner is a useless Cunt!
Fantomas: You little Bastard!
Fantomas just then delivers a vicious punch to the side of T-Rex's head. T-Rex then responds with a punch of his own. They soon then start exchanging right handed jabs and uppercut. Fantomas then grabs T-Rex by his legs and gives him a double leg takedown. He then mounts onto T-Rex's chest and delivers brutal punches to his forehead. T-Rex reverses this and puts Fantomas on his back and returns the favour by giving him brutal punches. Soon enough Chris 6yxx and The Wh_ see this and stop the fight.
The Wh_: The fuck is going on here?!
Fantomas: Well he-
The Wh_ abruptly interrupts him
The Wh_: I don't want to hear it. (The Wh_ attention changes to T-Rex) What's the deal? You attack your own partner last week, and now you start this shit. You're beginning to try my patience.
T-Rex: And what are you going to do about it exactly? Huh? Order you lackeys to beat me up? Let's face it, the only reason you managed to stay Global Champion is because you needed 'divine intervention' from us. You know how many times I had to interfere in your matches and save your ass? Countless. For god sakes, you couldn't even tie your own shoelaces without getting help from us. You know, I'm starting to think you're not the unstoppable Monster I thought you were; now I'm starting to think that you're nothing more then a washed-up piece of crap!
The Wh_ steps closer. The two are toe to toe.
The Wh_: First, you'd better make damn sure that's what you want to say before saying anything further. Now... I highly suggest you take this time to collect yourself and just realize who the fuck you're talking to. I brought you into the Revolution at a time when you'd have whored yourself for even the slightest piece of TV time. If you feel the need to be ungrateful to those who have provided you a career and a purpose you'd have never otherwise developed on your own...
T-Rex: Please, I would have made it in CCW with or without your help. You weren't a stepping stone, but instead more of 1st place ribbon I could carry around and show off to people, just for the sake of carrying around and showing off to people. Plus the only reason you wanted me in The Revolution was because Geoshi went running away like a little bitch and no one else wanted to be in your pathetic excuse for a stable. I got news for you buddy, I don't need to take any crap from a Transitional Champion like you.
The Wh_: Maybe I didn't hear you correctly...
T-Rex: Has your age impaired your hearing, old man? I called you a Transitional Champion!
T-Rex and The Wh_ look at each other straight in the eye, with no emotion on their face but sheer concentration. After a few moments, Chris 6yxx ends their stare down
Chris 6yxx: Hold up for a second. Now, I know you guys aren't seeing eye to eye right now, but me and T-Rex have a match together against Joshua James and Full-Mental Jack. Now T-Rex, you might not be best friends with us right now, but I got to know if you'll have my back tonight, because I'll be damned if I have to go in tonight having to face Joshua James and FMJ alone. So T-Rex, you in or are you out?
T-Rex takes a minute to think about this. He pauses for a few seconds and then says
T-Rex: I'm in
Chris 6yxx lets out a huge sigh of relief and gives out a little 'Yes!'
T-Rex: I'm going to go to the showers, unlike some people, (T-Rex looks at Fantomas, and the looks back) I actually got a match to prepare for.
T-Rex then walks away towards the door. Halfway there he stops and turns around.
T-Rex: Oh and Fantomas, tell your wife she can have this back
T-Rex throws a red panty at Fantomas, and then walks out of The Revolution locker room, laughing all the way. Fantomas tries to go after him, but The Wh_ stops him.
Fantomas: He's fuckin' dead!
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The camera opens on a shot of the lovely Elena Rosario with a microphone in hand.
Rosario: Ladies and Gentlemen, with me right now is the man who's the #1 contender for the American championship and will team up with Joshua James later tonight to face Revolution members T-Rex and current American champion Chris 6yxx...Full Metal Jack.
The one and only (thank God) Full Metal Jack steps into full view with a smile on his face.
Rosario: Jack, how are things right now?
FMJ: Oh things are looking great right now because I've got good news for every CCW fan in the world tonight. You see, as we all know on November 5th, 2006, a dark fell over CCW. Hell, not just CCW...America itself. That was the day that one Chris 6yxx became the champion of America. Yes, you heard right, Chris 6yxx....THE Chris 6yxx actually became America's champion. Someone so vile, so selfish, so appalling, so....un-American, it's just disgusting. But now a ray of sunlight has begun to shine through that dark cloud. You're looking at a man who's gonna bring back prestige to the American championship. A man who America can be proud to have as its champion. And that man is me: Full Metal Jack.
So everyone mark this day in your calendar. This is the day that Full Metal Jack begins his long, grueling campaign to become America's new champion because that's what great Americans do. You know, just like our forefathers of the past. When England was oppressing its people in America, did our forefathers just ignore it? No. They did something about it by throwing England's stupid tea in our harbor. And why? Because Americans don't like "tea", we like coffee. And that's what I plan to do to Chris 6yxx. I plan on throwing 6yxx's tea into America's harbor and show America that I'm the only one worthy to be its champion.
Tonight is just the beginning. I will show Americans that a new dawn is coming. At Night of the Immortals, the people will elect a new American champion. And that champion is me. So what do you have to say about that Elena?
Rosario just stands there silent and dumbfounded.
FMJ: You're exactly right Elena. Words can not express such emotions right now.
Rosario eventually collects herself.
Rosario: Uh....well then what about the tag match? You're teaming up with a man who you not only eliminated from the Melee match, but also has his eyes set on the American championship too.
FMJ: Let me ask you something Elena. Did he win the Melee match?
Rosario: Uh no...I just said you eliminated him.
FMJ: Ah...I see I see. Well then how about this: Did he win a #1 contendership triple threat match for the American title?
Rosario: No, that was you.
FMJ: Really? Interesting....well then he means nothing. To me, to you, to CCW, or to the American people. All that these fans in the arena will remember about him tonight is that he was the guy who stood on the apron while Full Metal Jack pounded the holy living hell out of T-Rex and Chris 6yxx. It's as simple as that. (Flexes his muscles) They're all inferior to Full Metal Jack.
Rosario turns to the camera.
Rosario: Simple words from a...umm...simple man.
FMJ: You're damn right.
Camera fades to black.
COMMERCIAL BREAK!
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 22:18:43 GMT
Camera cuts backstage as we see "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx bursting into the office of Onslaught General Manager Stone Cold Steve Austin.
6yxx: AUSTIN!!!!
Austin: What do you want Chris?
6yxx: How could you allow Joshua James to screw me..."The Enigma" out of my chance to win the melee at Resurrection!!??
Boos.
Austin: Well Chris as far as I see it, he deserves another shot for that American title you got draped over your shoulder!
Huge pop.
6yxx: Figured you of all people would say that...some general manager. All you do is go along with the fans and dont give a damn about what us wrestlers think! scoffs And to think that you used to be a wrestling superstar like "The Enigma"...pathetic.
Austin shoots up from his chair and stands nose to nose with Chris 6yxx.
Austin: You better watch what you say Chris!! I'm more than half the man you will EVER be. If I were to step into the ring right now, I would open up a big can of whoop ass on you!!
Crowd Pops and erupts into a frenzy.
6yxx: But until then, you will be nothing but a bald headed, two bit Texan who is loathing of the glory of wrestlers like "The Enigma". Austin...you facing me in the ring would be merely childs play because I would beat your skull in...believe that!
The Austin chants quickly change into boos.
Austin: Just for that Chris, I'm going to team you up with T-Rex to face none other than the former champ Joshua James AND your number one contender....Full Metal Jack!!!
Good pop from the crowd.
6yxx: Fine...doesnt matter to me. In case you have forgotten, I am the American Heavyweight Champion and I am the most talented wrestler on this damn roster!! FMJ and JJ are no match for my god given talent and tonight will be a firm lesson to you Austin...and this is not over!! BELIEVE THAT!!!
Promo ends with 6yxx storming out of Austin's office.
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The lights dim to red as "Just Stop" by Disturbed begins to play. Joshua James walks out from backstage and stands in the middle of the stage. Three streams of fireworks shoot up (two red from the side and one white from the top) as he leans his head back and closes his fists and pushes them far out to each respective side. He then casually walks toward the ring (playing to the fans, clapping hands, and the such). He walks up the steel steps, and once in the ring he does a classic Kurt Angle spin, then climbs to the top turnbuckle, and leans his head back and closes his fists and pushes them far out to each respective side as red and white fireworks shoot out of the ring posts. Finally he walks confidently to his corner, waiting for the start of the match.
Bruce Buffer: Introducing first..... from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing in at 238 pounds..... Joshua James.
The crowd cheer for James and then keep them going for his partner. With the stage lights turning a dark green and the speakers filled with I Disappear by Metallica, Full Metal Jack appears from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the stage. He looks around the arena with an intense look in his eyes. He then spreads his arms out, lets out a primal scream, and pyro explodes to pump the crowd up (Kinda like Batista does.). He then makes his way to the ring. Once he enters through the ropes he spreads his arms out and yells one more time to keep the crowd pumped. He then heads into a corner across from his partner not even acknowledging him.
Bruce Buffer: His partner..... from Dallas, Texas and weighing in at 291 pounds..... representing Dallas Justice..... Full Metal Jack.
The cheers turn to jeers as "Parabola" by Tool hits the air. T-Rex walks out to a smoke machine and jogs on the spot to prepare for the match. "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx stands next to T-Rex posing with his belt under a pyro waterfall. They then walks down the ramp and slide into the ring. T-Rex goes on each turnbuckle and does a "Rhyno" pose as 6yxx stares down both Joshua James and Full Metal Jack.
Bruce Buffer: Their opponents..... at a combined weight of 511 pounds..... representing The Revolution..... T-Rex and the North American Champion, "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx.
Boos continue to rain down on The Revolution as the referee calls for the bell to begin the contest. 6yxx and James start off in the ring. Both men meet in the middle of the ring in a lock up. James gets the advantage taking 6yxx to the mat with an Arm Drag, quickly followed by an attempt at a Triangle Choke. 6yxx though is still fresh enough to squirm free and get back up to his feet. 6yxx then mocks James with a false clap of appreciation.
Mathews: Typical attitude from our North American Champion. This guy isn't a good advertisement for Onslaught.
Malenko: I disagree Josh. 6yxx may have the flamboyance but he gets the job done. That's why he's champ and none of the other guys in this match are.
As the two get closer again 6yxx puts his hand up looking for a test of strength. James seems weary but his pride gets the better of him and he locks hands with 6yxx with both men pushing against each other. James starts to get the advantage just as 6yxx drives a knee into his gut. With James winded 6yxx executes a High Angle Back Drop driving his opponent into the mat. 6yxx follows it up with a cover hooking James' leg.
1...
2...
No!
James shoots his shoulder up before the 3. 6yxx shakes his head in frustration and then backs off toward his corner. James rolls away from 6yxx and ends up in the reach of Full Metal Jack who tags himself in, to the chagrin of James himself. In the opposite corner T-Rex asks for the tag from 6yxx but he is ignored as 6yxx looks to lock up with Jack.
The champ and number 1 contender collide in the middle of the ring where Jack overpowers 6yxx shoving him halfway across the ring. Much to the delight of the fans in attendance. It even brings a small smirk from T-Rex. 6yxx kicks out at the ropes obviously annoyed with being manhandled. 6yxx flips Jack the finger and tags in T-Rex. This draws a large amount of heat aimed in 6yxx's direction.
Malenko: Smart move bringing in the fresher man. T-Rex has a better chance in a power game against Full Metal Jack.
Mathews: The way I see it, 6yxx knows that he can't deal with Jack. He's just passing him onto T-Rex.
As the two powerhouses lock up T-Rex is able to slip in behind Jack. After several seconds off trying to power out of T-Rex's grasp Jack starts throwing elbows. A couple bounce off of the skull of T-Rex forcing him to let go off the hold. As he does so Jack sees his chance and hits the ropes. T-Rex though sees it coming and using Jack's momentum lifts him into the air before spiking him with a Spinebuster. Following the high impact move he looks for the pin.
1...
2...
No!
Jack kicks out in the nick of time. T-Rex doesn't let up as he kicks away at Jack as he tries to get back to a vertical base. T-Rex pulls him up and into a neutral corner. He hands out some kicks to the abdomen before driving his boot into Jack's throat with a choke. The official steps in forcing T-Rex to break it upon a 5 count. T-Rex does so and then thrusts his shoulder into Jack's abdomen several times clearly winding him. T-Rex looks over to 6yxx and shouts "This is how you do it". As 6yxx shakes his head T-Rex attempts to whip Jack into the opposite corner. Jack though has enough power to reverse it and send T-Rex chest first into the turnbuckle.
With both men down it becomes a battle of who can crawl to their corner first. Jack though uses the ropes to get to his feet and refuses to tag in Joshua James. T-Rex though has no problem reaching out and bring 6yxx into the contest. 6yxx charges in catching Jack with a Spinning Wheel Kick knocking him off of his feet. As Jack falls back though James reaches out and is able to tag himself in. The crowd roar as James climbs through the ropes.
Mathews: To steal a catch phrase it looks like business is about to pick up. Courtesy of Joshua James.
Malenko: I'm not so sure about that Josh. James and Jack clearly can't get along, I think a Revolution win is still a safe bet.
6yxx looks for a Elbow Strike but James avoids it and slides in behind him before handing out a German Suplex. As 6yxx hits the canvas T-Rex charges in looking to come to his partner's aid but James uses his momentum and tosses him overhead with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. The place goes mad as Joshua James stands in the middle of the ring on fire.
The mood then changes as he is shoved by Jack. James shoves Jack back as the two bicker about the blind tags throughout the match. 6yxx takes advantage as he shoves James straight into Jack. The collision sees Jack knocked through the ropes to the outside and James slightly dazed. 6yxx grabs James from behind and hits 6yxx Feet Under. He then executes a lateral press looking for the victory. As the referee drops down to make the count 6yxx grabs a handful of tights for illegal leverage.
1...
2...
3!
Bruce Buffer: Here are your winners by pinfall..... T-Rex and "The Enigma" Chris 6yxx.
6yxx shoots his arms up into the air in celebration before heading to the outside and grabbing his title belt. He then heads off up the ramp celebrating leaving T-Rex laboring behind holding his back.
Malenko: I called it from the beginning. Despite some problems The Revolution worked as a team. James and Jack couldn't co-exist.
Mathews: You have to wonder if the result will be the same when Chris 6yxx puts his gold on the line against Full Metal Jack at Night of The Immortals II.
In the ring Joshua James nurses a sore head as Jack freaks out. He storms up the ramp in a bad mood in search of 6yxx. Onslaught cuts to a commercial for Night of The Immortals II.
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 23:24:15 GMT
Dean Stewart is walking towards the General Manager Steve Austin's office when someone comes storming out of the room. Danny Lord nearly runs Dean over. "Outta the way, fat boy!" Dean quickly moves to the side and sees that David isn't far behind out the door. "FINE! Get out!" The familar voice of Austin can be heard saying.
Austin "Everyone wants to storm outta my office tonight."
Dean looks into the office at Austin, but doesn't say anything.
Austin "Finally! Get the hell in here! I called for you hours ago!"
Both Dean and the cameraman enter the room, but Austin shoots up, grabbing Dean by the scruff of his collar and boots him out of the office.
Austin "I didn't ask you to stick around! GET!"
Austin slams the door in Dean's face as he wonders what he did to deserve such treatment.
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The scene: Backstage in the trainer's room. A very attractive physical therapist works Marcus Kngiht's back as he talks on his cell.
Knight: Yo, Clint, you saw that match last week, right? Of course I know why he used a chair: he's scared! That bum knew he couldn't beat me, so he got in a cheap shot, and ran.
Knight listens for a bit.
Knight: It's just another sign of my greatness. None of these cats 'round here could come back from 3 months off, face the champion, and scare him so bad that he just up and pussies put the match. 'Cept me, that is. I'm the baddest sumbitch in this locker room, I'll take anyone. I don't care if there on this show, Unleashed, WWE, All Japan . . . Hell, I won't just fight anyone, I'll fight everyone!
He listens a bit more.
Knight: I'm telling you, man: no mater how big, or where they're from, I will put anyone down. Alright, catch you later, we'll get 'em next season.
Knight hangs up, and takes a moment to enjoy the massage.
Knight: Mmmmm . . . You know, you really should exercise your talents in some beter venues. Like . . . .my hotel room.
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DING, DING, DING
Buffer “The following Resurrection rematch is scheduled for one fall and is for the CCW World Tag Team titles!”
A guitar that everyone in the stadium has become accustomed to fills the arena and the fans sing along to the tune of the World Tag champions.
“RE! SPECT! WALK! What do you say?!?”
Ryan Kage and Kris Kain come striding out with titles around their waist with Raven Kage not far behind. Both men kneel down and point back to Raven. She steps forward and they take an arm each and lift her up as though helping her clear a low barrier. Letting her down at the top of the ramp, all three take their time down, slapping hands of fans and making sure no one is disappointed.
Buffer “Being accompanied to the ring by Raven Kage, from Chicago, IL, they are the CCW World Tag Team Champions, please welcome Ryan Kage and Kris Kain, Khaos!”
Mathews “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve already seen Sophia retain her title. Will Khaos continue that trend or will there be a night of Punishment in store for them?”
The three members of Khaos slide into the ring and each takes a corner, sending out their signature hand gesture to their adoring fans. Hopping down, each man unbuttons their title and hands them off to the referee. Suddenly, a bell tolls for a few seconds and is followed with a guitar that people also instantly recognize.
Buffer “Their opponents, from Calgary, AB, please welcome Shane Paul and Kid Cougar, Team Punishment!”
Everyone looks to the stage, but they’re surprised when no one comes out. People look around, as do Ryan and Kris, expecting attack from behind, but none comes. Their music cuts out and still there is neither hide nor hair of the tag team.
Mathews “Wha.....we’re getting word that there’s a commotion backstage! Let’s see if we can get a camera back there.”
When the camera does cut to backstage, there’s what looks like a war going on. David Lord swings a chair down on a fallen Shane Paul. Cougar looks to be on the verge of repelling Danny Lord’s attack, but Danny counters the Irish whip with a whip of his own into the side of the refreshment stand, spilling the contents all over the floor and wall.
Mathews “My god! What the hell are David and Danny doing?”
Malenko “It looks like they’re making a statement, Josh!”
David continues sending chair shot after chair shot into the back of Shane’s head. He positions the gap between the seat and neck over Shane’s head and while he closes it, pulls back in what looks like a bizarre camel clutch. The camera pans down at Shane and the viewers can see he’s been busted open and the blood is flowing freely.
Mathews “Can’t we get someone back there to stop this?!?”
Malenko “If you want to go back there and ask the Lords to stop, by all means!”
Danny pushes Cougar out of the way and takes the table, turning it length ways up while leaning it against the wall. He then calls over his brother who stops choking a probable unconscious Shane and comes over to help. They pull up a shaky Cougar and whip him into the table, breaking it in half. But they don’t stop there. They grab him and take him over to a glass partition while smiling at each other.
Mathews “NO! DON’T DO IT!”
CRASH!!!!
The crowd sits in shocked silence as David and Danny send Kid Cougar through the plate glass. It shatters into a million tiny pieces, most of them driving into the skin of the high flying team member. Happy with their work, they turn back to Shane Paul. Danny comes running up and sends a kick right into his face as blood gushes out.
By now, Ryan and Kris have made their way backstage, but before they can go after either Lord, the officials are pulling the brothers away from doing any more harm and getting between Khaos and the Lords. Danny makes a violent gesture towards them, but David remains calm and talks his brother into relenting so they can beat a hasty retreat.
Mathews “What the hell did we just see? David and Danny had no reason to attack Team Punishment!”
Malenko “Maybe there’s something going on that we don’t know about.”
Mathews “Well, regardless, we’ll have to keep you posted on the condition of Shane Paul and Kid Cougar.”
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 23:38:49 GMT
A pile of beer cans sit on top of the desk of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. The Onslaught General Manager knocks another one back before realizing that the camera is on him.
Austin: Now what in the hell are you boys doing in here?
Someone speaks to him off camera. Austin seems perplexed but then gets the idea.
Austin: Oh yeah Team Onslaught against Team Unleashed. That yellow bellied son of a bitch from Unleashed wants to put some of his boys against my guys. Well I've already picked all three members of Team Onslaught. An all three of them are former Heavyweight Champions.
Austin coughs and then clears his throat.
Austin: Then man who battled JD Wheeler to put Onslaught on the map. Team member number 1 is "Smooth Operator" Marcus Knight.
Boos from the crowd.
Austin: The second is a man that jumped to Onslaught from the inferior show. He is "Captain Charisma" Adam Matthews.
Even more boos.
Austin: And finally. The last champ before J-Man, the leader of The Revolution..... The Wh_ (a tower of beer cans falls, cutting off Austin). Ah what the hell. Now you guys betta get out of my office unless you wanna ass whopping.
The camera crew head the advice and scurry away from the office as the scene fades to black.
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The camera opens on a shot of Amy Wheeler, Danny Ray, and Steve Corona in the DJ locker room. Before we can even hear a word from any of them......
BOOM!!!
The door bursts open and in walks a furious JD Wheeler.
JD: I wish the world was a fly, and I was a giant fly swatter!!!!
JD slams the door behind him and walks straight over to a chair. Danny leans over to Amy.
Danny: Does the fun end when JD enters the room?
Amy: Sort of. It's more like it's suspended for a while.
JD: You know, it was bad enough I lost to some nutspank who calls himself Boner, but the hell was with Versus' music playing all of a sudden? Is the guy too big of a pussy to just come on out and face me? Instead, he has to cost me a match? Why does everybody have to cost me a match?!!
Steve: Now hold on a minute JD, do you know for sure it was Versus' idea to play his music during your match?
JD: Well.....no but.....
Danny: Has Versus himself admitted that he did it?
JD: Umm...not from my knowledge....
Amy: Oh for shame JD. Blaming someone else for your problems again. I'm so disappointed.
JD: (With a little guilt) Well I guess I did kinda jump to conclusions there...(Snaps out of it)...Hey wait a minute!! What have I done to deserve this treatment? You guys should be on my side here dammit!! I'm going through a difficult time right now. You know what that means?
Amy: That in a room full of loons, you still stand out?
JD: (To himself) Gee my friends are of no help to me. What a shock.
Steve: Well look on the bright side, Stone Cold gave you another chance to beat on some random jobber. And it could actually help Danny and me if you could take out another tag team for us.
JD: I would rather engage in a frolicking threesome with Tom Cruise and Mel Gibson than face another nobody in a pointless match.
Amy: Christ JD, all you do is complain. It's just like that summer when you were changing the tires and the truck fell on you. All I ever heard for the next few months was "I can't feel my legs! I can't feel my legs!"
JD: Wow...crosses....sunlight...nothing works on you anymore.
Danny: JD, you seem to be missing the big picture here.
JD: That I should track Stone Cold down and turn him into roadkill?
Danny: No. It's that you were right about Versus. He's obviously got nothing on you and he knows it. How many times has he taken on his enemies face-to-face without backing down? Yet, he had to sneak attack you from behind at the Melee, and instead of showing up last week, his music just plays. He's threaten by you, but he's too afraid to face you up front. Simply put, you're better than him and everyone knows it.
JD's confidence finally begins to grow again as he rises out of his chair.
JD: You know you're right. I am better than him. What do I have to prove? It's not my fault he's insecure about his masculinity and his abilities as a wrestler. Of course, he's making it unfair for him by comparing himself to me. I feel better now. I have no reason to worry about him. He's out of my mind. Thanks Danny. At least you still believe in me.
Danny: No problem.
JD: Now to go to the ring and beat down....whoever it is I'm suppose to beat down tonight.
JD exits the locker room with a smile on his face for the first time this week. As the others watch him leave, Steve looks over to Danny.
Steve: Where did you pull that load of shit from?
Danny: I've been working on that the minute he lost last week's match. Figured it would save us a few headaches.
Amy: Nice one.
Danny: Yeah...I thought so too.
Camera fades to black.
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The camera pans all around the arena, showing thousands of cheering fans, holding up signs and going generally crazy.
Matthews: Next tonight we have JD Wheeler, going against one of the returning Furious One's, Darius Jones!
Malenko: Indeed. What I'd like to know, Matthews, is why Nathan Versus is here tonight?
Matthews: Well, we have already heard from the man himself, Nathan Versus that he's not here to cause trouble.
Malenko: A likely story.
Matthews: You know, maybe he is just here to take a look at the vast array of talent over here at CCW Onslaught on behalf of Unleashed, Dean?
Malenko: Are you taking the side of the enemy, Josh?
Matthews: Whatever, Dean.
Malenko: At the end of the day, Josh, Versus shouldn't be here, and if he comes down here I'll show him why they called me the Man of a 1001 Holds!
Matthews: If you say so.
The crowd grow anxious in anticipation, as music plays, but it isn't the music the fans expect, as ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie hits the sound system and the crowd sound their loyalty to Onslaught and highlight the bitter Onslaught-Unleashed rivalry, as some cheers are heard, but also some boo's. Versus shakes them off however, as he makes his way down to ringside and then towards the announce table.
Matthews: How's it going, Nathan?
Versus takes a seat and gets his headet off of a steward.
Versus: So-So, Josh. You're lockeroom isn't quite as homely as our Unleashed one back there.
Malenko: Yeah, well it's the roster that counts, Versus.
Versus: Malenko, I've got no quarrel with you, son, so sit you're ass down before someone puts you down.
Matthews: So, Nathan can you shed some light as it were, as to why you're here tonight, and specifically why you have ocme out here before this match?
Versus: It's pretty simple really. But you can rest assured that I'm not here to fuck up you're prize man on Onslaught.
'Step Up' by Drowning Pool hits the speakers, as the lights dim, and the camera flies around the arena searching for an old Onslaught face. Soon, we see the form of Darius Jones fighting his way through the thousands of greeting fans, as he jumps the barricades and rolls underneath the ropes and into the ring. He is wearing his normal cowboy boots, jeans and black sports shirt, along with elbow pads and fingers and palms taped up. The crowd let out a cheer at seeing an old face back in action, as Darius throws his arms up at the sound of his name being announced.
Buffer: Introducing first, from Perry, GA, weighing in at 270 pounds, Darius Jones!
Versus(laughing gently): Wow, this guy is a specimen.
Suddenly, 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool blasts through the PA, as more than ten thousand fans jump to their feet in appreciation of their hero. JD Wheeler immediately steps out onto the stage and throws his hands up into air and poses, as a blue hue washes over the arena. The lights dim back out into normality, and Wheeler rushes down towards the ring and jumps inside, as Jones lets himself out through the middle ropes to the outside.
Buffer: And from Dallas, Texas, weighing 198 pounds, JD Wheeler!
Wheeler ackowleges the crowd, before looking down at Versus and points to his eyes and then points at Versus, letting Nathan know that he's watching him.
Versus: Hey, you just concentrate on you're match, son! No need to worry about me!
Malenko: I'll be the judge of that.
Versus: I respect you for what you've done in this business, Dean, but you're really starting to piss me off, and thats not a smart thing to do.
Darius enters the ring using the steps, as Wheeler extends his hand for Jones to shake, and he does so, as the bell rings.
DING DING DING!
The two competitors circle each other, both looking for a spot, before locking up, shoulder to shoulder. They wrestle for position for a moment, before Jones uses his enormous bulk compared to the lean Wheeler, and forces Wheeler backwards into the corner, as Wheeler lets go, asking for referee to step in, which he does, and Jones lets go and steps back into the center of the ring, as Wheeler breathes a little, before joining Jones in the center for another tie up.
Versus: Good little lockup there by...Jones, is it?
Matthews: Erm...well, yes it is...
Versus: Yes, Wheeler overpowered there by Jones, with Jones using his obvious size and muscle advantage over the MUCH smaller man.
Matthews: Erm...Nathan?
Versus: Oh, go on, son. I'm not here to intrude.
Wheeler and Jones lock shoulders again, as Jones again overpowers Wheeler, who is backed up onto the nearest ropes. Wheeler sneaks out of the lockup and drops down onto his knee's quickly, as he hits a shot to the gut on Jones, then hits a quick right hand to the face. Jones is reeling, as JD grabs hold of his arm, whips him into the ropes, lies down so Jones runs over him, but on the return Jones has wisened to it, and catches Wheeler with a stiff forearm shot, as Wheeler hits canvas, but gets straight back up, but walks into a headbutt. Wheeler hits canvas again, and this time stays down on his knee's, shaking off the dazed feeling from the strike. Jones lifts Wheeler up to his feet, and whips him into the corner. Wheeler stays propped up in the corner, as Jones approaches and hits Wheeler in the ribs with a right hand, then a left on the other side, a right, a left, a right, a left, before taking a breath, and hitting another headbutt, to knock JD down into the bottom of the turnbuckle.
Versus: Some good technical wrestling here by Jones. Ha.
Malenko: Do you really want to feel the texas cloverleaf, boy? 'Cause I can still do it!
Versus: Yeah, yeah. Get back to announcing, Dean, it's what you're good at.
Wheeler is down and looking groggy, holding onto his ribs in pain, as the the crowd look worried. Jones lifts Wheeler up slowly, as he hooks JD's arm, and effortlessly lifts him up into a delayed standing suplex. Wheeler drops onto his back with power, as Jones drops an elbow on his stomach, and goes for the quick pin.
ONE...
TWO...
Wheeler kicks out, with a fair bit of fight still left in him. Jones lets out a sigh, before standing up and lifting Wheeler up onto his feet after him. He clubs Wheeler on the back, which puts him down to his knee's, and whips him into the corner, preparing for a big splash, he runs at Wheeler, but JD suddenly comes alive again, and lifts his right leg upwards and catches Jones in the face with his own momentum. Jones staggers backwards, as JD quickly jumps up onto the top rope in one move, before jumping off and hitting Jones with a missile dropkick, as Jones falls backwards at speed and lands, flat on his back.
Matthews: Nice momentum shifter there by Wheeler, catching Jones off guard and quickly hitting a trademark move!
Malenko: Yeah, did you see that, Versus? The speed and stamina that takes to get on the top rope and hit a dropkick like that in two moves?
Versus: Oh yeah, Wheeler is a talent, no doubt about that.
Wheeler gets up sheepishly, before making a quick move over to Jones, and locking in an armbar. He applies pressure, as Jones notices the pain and tries to force his way out of the move. Wheeler responds to this by beating the arm at the tendon with his fist. Jones quickly growls in pain while Wheeler applies more pressure and continues to hit shots on the middle of his arm. Wheeler carries on with the move for a few seconds longer, before raising Jones to his feet via his arm, and jumping up, and using all his weight, hitting an armdrag, releasing the lock, as Jones lands on his side, clutching his right arm. Jones tries to shake it off, as Wheeler stands ready for him. The crowd are pumping, as Jones runs at full speed at Wheeler, but Wheeler immediately seeks to use the bigger man's momentum against him, and catches Jones with a standing dropkick, propelling the 270-pounder onto his back again, looking glazed. Wheeler rushes over to Jones, as he makes the cover, hooking the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR.
Jones kicks out with some power. Wheeler makes it back to his feet as he lands a kick to the gut of Jones, who is on all fours on the mat. He hits another to the gut, as Jones rolls over in pain. Wheeler approaches Jones and hovers over him looking for an opening, as Jones catches him in the jaw with a jab. Wheeler shakes it off but recieves another, but harder punch to the jaw. Wheeler outstretches a hand to pick up Jones, but Darius grabs hold of the hand and uses some weight to throw Wheeler under the bottom ropes and sliding out onto the padding in front of the announce table. Versus makes a point of peering over, watching Wheeler cringe in pain and hold his back, after whacking against the table. Jones slowly rolls under the bottom rope and stand on the outside, ordering Versus to sit down and stay out of this, before kicking the downed Wheeler in the head and then to the stomach. He picks up Wheeler, hits a left hand to the temple, before slamming Wheelers head down onto the announce table. Wheeler stumbles backwards into the side of the ring, but holds onto the apron to keep himself upright, trying to revive himself a little. Jones again comes after him, grabbing Wheeler's head again and aiming it again at the table, but Wheeler blocks it, grabs Jones' head and slams that against the table. Versus changes expression from indifferant to interested as Wheeler hits a right hand and a knife edge chop, with a 'WOO!' from the crowd. Wheeler then takes Jones' hand and tries to whip Jones into the steel steps, but Jones doesn't move from thw whip, and tries to reverse Wheeler the other way into the ringpost, and amanages to whips JD, but JD reverses that whip and Jones ends up crashing against the ringpost and recoiling onto the padded floor.
Versus: Ouch.
Wheelers enters the ring, but gets a crazed look in his eye, like he wants to try something stupid. He waits until Jones is staggering to his feet, and runs against the opposite ropes, and springboards over the top rope and laches onto Jones' head, rolling him into a hurricanrana!
The crowd chant 'CC-DUB!, CC-DUB!, CC-DUB!' as Wheeler gets up looking severely dizzy. He stumbles on his legs and drops to his knee's, as some of the crowd laugh in delight of the crazy S.O.B, while Darius Jones lies motionless on the ground below.
Matthews: Holy shit! That move was amazing!
Malenko: Bet no one on Unleashed can do that, huh, Versus?
Versus: Well that's probably because we at Unleashed don't want to kill ourselves doing crazy shit in the ring, when we could just finish people off the normal way. Wrestling.
Wheeler rolls under the bottom rope to stop the count, and rolls back out and right back to Darius Jones, as he picks Jones up by the head and drags him a couple of steps before slamming Jones' head down onto the ring apron, and sliding him inside the ring, leaving his head exposed. Wheeler then quickly jumps up onto the apron, and drops a legdrop onto the neck area of Jones. Jones convulses on his back, while Wheeler pulls himself back up onto the apron and inside the ring. Wheeler notices that Jones is looking done, as he slowly drags him over to a suitable position, before climbing up to the top rope. JD signals to the crowd for a moment, but a moment too long, as Jones makes one last move and places his weight onto the top ropes. Wheeler loses his balance and crashes down onto the Wheeler family jewels, but reamins on the top ropes, while Jones tries to recover near him. Seconds pass where Jones is trying to catch his breath, as Wheeler nudges himself sideways and into a more comfortable position, but Jones is up and grabs one of Wheelers hands and hooks it, before slowly making his way to the top turnbuckle along with JD. The crowd wait anxiously while Wheeler and Jones fight on the top. At first, Jones tires a suplex, but Wheeler blocks. Jones unhooks the arm and hits JD a few times in the forehead and hooks the arm again. He tries the suplex again, but Wheeler again blocks. Jones slwoly works out that he needs more weight in the move and steps down ont the second rope and hooks the arm, but Wheeler this time unhooks one of his legs and kicks Jones off the turnbuckle as he lands on his back in front of Wheeler. The crowd beg for JD to recover, while Wheeler shakes off the cobwebs and readies himself, as he jumps off the top rope, somersaulting in mid air and hitting a powerful version of the Wheelin' and Dealin'. The crowd holds their breath as Wheeler holds onto the cover and the referee counts.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Wheeler rolls off of Jones, catching his breath from the wind being knocked out of him from the 450 splash, while pulling himself up on the ropres and slowly kicking Jones out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Buffer: The winner, by pinfall, JD Wheeler!
The crowd let out a resounding cheer, as Wheeler asks for a microphone. You can hear him still breathing incredibly hard and fast as he speaks.
JD: Okay Versus, it's time for the truth...why are you here...and more importantly why are you coming down to ringside in my match, after you eliminated me in the melee match at Resurrection, ruining my chances of being Global or CCW champion?
Versus shoves the headset off of his head and stands up.
JD: You have some damn nerve coming down here also after what you pulled last week with you're music. I mean, if you have a problem with me, Versus, then lets solve it, right here, right now.
The crowd goes wild, as Versus slowly walks over to the ring, climbs up onto the apron, and enters the ring, both men standing face to face, eye to eye. For a few moments the two talk trash to eachother, however, just as it looks like it's going to explode, Versus uncharacteristically steps back and raises his microphone to his mouth.
Versus: Like I said when i got here, son, what happened at Resurrection was nothing personal, just business. We were both gunning for a shot for the title at Night of the Immortals, every man for himself and all that. Despite that, JD, I have a lot of respect for what you've done for CCW as a company and above all else I respect you as a man, and that don't happen often with me. What I'm trying to say is, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for eliminating you and taking you're chances away.
The crowd seems shocked. Wheeler takes a moment to think and looks at the crowd for support. But Versus doesn't give Wheeler a chance to respond, as he extends his hand in order to shake hands with Wheeler. Wheeler again is thrown off by this move by Versus, and comtemplates whether to shake Nathan's hand. Before he can decide though, Versus quickly retracts his hand, seeing the body of Dallas Quaid running at him from behind. Wheeler quickly does the same as he see's the recovered Darius Jones coming at him. Both Versus and Wheeler block the right hands of their attackers, as Wheeler runs off the ropes, hitting the Reality Check on Jones, as he hits canvas and goes limp, with Wheeler kicking him out of the ring. Meanwhile Versus is hitting right hands on Quaid, who is feverishly trying to return them, but failing. Versus grabs Quaids neck, and jumps straight over the tope ropes, hanging Quaid's neck over the rope in a guillotine effect, as Quaid hits canvas face first. Versus quickly climbs back in the ring, lifts Quaid up, and hits the Tiger Driver '91, as both him and Wheeler force Quaid out of the ring in a simalar fashion to his partner. The crowd go nuts, as both men go to speak, but at the last minute think twice, as Versus jumps the roeps and heads out of the arena over the barricades and through the crowd, as Wheeler staggers his way up the ramp and through the curtain to 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool.
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 23:44:58 GMT
The camera fades in to Shawn Greene, who is getting ready for his main event match. The crowd gives a huge pop for the Rumble winner. He turns to the camera, and smiles.
Shawn: Tonight, the road to immortality begins.
The fans cheer.
Shawn: At Resurrection, I beat 29 men. I beat 29 of the best in the Rumble. Now, at Night Of The Immortals, I finally get my title shot, a title shot that I deserved for a very long time. In my time in CCW, I had one title shot. Just one, and it was a Triple Threat match at Caribbean Vacation. After that, nothing. Not one title shot. But now, I finally receive my title shot, and it will be at the biggest show of the year. But, which title will I go after? Now, I didn't make my decision yet, and it will take me a while but I promise I will choose soon.
But tonight, the road of Night Of The Immortals begins for me. And tonight, my opponent, The Wh_ (A ladder falls down behind Shawn and a guy is down on the ground in pain. Shawn looks back, and shrugs.)
Shawn stratches his head and looks up.
Shawn: The Wh_, the leader of the Revolution. How are you doing, champ? I mean, former champ. Man, the last time I faced you your little group cost me the match. Go figure. We meet again, but this time, there will be no members of the Revolution to help you out. It's just me and you. This time, it will be you down for the count.
Tonight, after I take care of The Wh_, my road to Night Of The Immortals will continue, and by the time it comes around, I'll be walking out the new champion. Why? Because it's destiny.
Shawn is about to walk off, but he is stopped by Dean Stewart.
Dean: Shawn, this is the first time we talked since...weel, I know before Resurrection, but let me congradulate you on your huge win. What are your thoughts?
Shawn looks at the camera, and looks back at Dean, and back at the camera. The crowd laughs.
Shawn: Too late, Dean. You already heard everything.
Shawn walks off and Dean watches him as he makes his way back in the locker room area. Dean seems upset.
Dean: Damn it, why do I always miss everything?
Dean looks over at the camera and shrugs, as the screen fades to black.
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The camera comes into focus, as we hear a knock on a door. The door opens and into the room steps Matt Downing. The camera spreads backwards as we see the walls and desk of Stone Cold's office. Austin motions for Downing to sit down, but Downing refuses the gesture.
Stone Cold: Got a problem, son?
Downing: Hell yeah I've got a problem!, Take a look what I found outside you're office, care to enlighten me about it?
Downing slams a peice of paper down on the desk, as Austin quickly picks it up and examines it.
Stone Cold: Well, what you've got here is the run sheet for tonight.
Downing: I know what it is, the thing I want to know is why the hell is my name not on it somewhere?
Stone Cold: Well, if I had to explain myself to people everytime I make a contreversial decision, I wouldn't be Stone Cold Steve Austin, now would I?
Downing: So, let me get this straight. For the second week in a row after Resurrection, I've been given the night off?
Downing is literally fuming, as Austin smirks and throws the sheet on the floor next to his desk.
Stone Cold: The show is fully booked, Matt. I'd love to give you you're first singles match on Onslaught but I gave it some thought and decided to give you the night off to maybe complete some careful consideration as to whether you're going to accept Jerome Novaho's challenge for Night of the Immortals.
Downing: Well, I'll be sure to do that.
Downing turns around and open the door to exit.
Downing: And Steve?...Make sure I have a match next week or our next meeting might not be so non-violent.
Austin lets out a little snicker, as Downing shuts the door.
Meanwhile, Dean Stewart is heading up the corridor, as he see's Downing exiting the GM's office.
Stewart: Matt!
Downing: Not now, Dean.
Stewart: Anything to tell the viewers at home as to what you wanted from our GM back there?
Downing: Only the chance I deserve, Dean. Not too much to ask, is it?
Stewart: So, have you got a response to Jerome Novaho's challenge to a match at Night of the Immortals two?
Downing: You know, it's ironic. The only way I can score a match around here is off the back of Jerome Novaho. I ask Steve Austin to let me show those fans and him what I can do for two straight weeks and I'm denied. And yet once Novaho challenges me out of the blue, Austin accepts immediately.
Stewart: Erm...You didn't answer my question.
Downing: Hell yes, I accept!, and hopefully I can prove to Steve Austin, and more importantly Jerome Novaho that The downward spiral is not a person to fuck around with. Oh, and here's a 'post match scoop' for you Dean. 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. And Jerome, one last thing. When you're lying on the mat, unconscious after I have beat you with The Downward Spiral, you'll know without a shadow of a doubt, what all these guys in the back know, but don't let on they do. And thats the fact that none of them can step up against me...and win.
and Dean, I think you know what's coming. And you better believe it is, because Jerome Novaho...
You're Downward Spiral starts now!
Downing swiftly moves out of the camera shot, as Dean turns back into the focus.
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 camera fades to black.
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Post by jerseyboybastard on Jan 25, 2007 23:50:47 GMT
The camera pan around the Pittsburgh crowd as they prepare for the main event of the evening.
Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for a one fall and is our Main event of the evening"
"Big Time" by Soundtrack of Our Lives booms over the speaker as the number 1 contender to either heavyweight title comes out ready and pumped for his match.
Bruce: "Making his way to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas.... weighing in at 256 pounds.... he is the winner of the Reserrection Melee.... Shawn Greene!!"
Mathews: "The man who went further than 29 others to get his title shot, who last week told us that he wasn't sure if he's staying on Onslaught or moving to Unleashed as of yet"
Malenko: "Either way he has a shot at a champion which he has been working towards his whole career, can he do it? We will see I guess"
Shawn motions a title around his waist and starts to walk down the ramp, tagging a few members of the ring audience as he heads to the ring, he climbs into the "Squared-Circle" and crouches down in his usual fashion, but before Shawn's Pyro is about to go off in the ring, his music is cut out and replaced with Slipknot's "Heretic Anthem" to Shawn's disgust.
Bruce: "And his opponent.... From Houston, Texas.... Weighing in at 320 pounds.... The Wh.."
Bruce starts to choke in the middle of the ring before he can finish and struggles to keep his breath, after a few moments he gets his breath again and quickly leaves the ring to get a drink, meanwhile The Wh_ makes his way down the ramp and gets into the ring facing the much smaller Shawn Greene, nevertheless Shawn walks up to The Wh_ and goes face to face with him, the two have a staredown until the referee calls for the bell to be rung and he separates the two competitors briefly, still locking eyes, Shawn and The Wh_ encircle each other looking for an weakness of some sort to start the match in their favour.
The Wh_ lunges at Greene looking to tie up but Shawn is quick on his feet and sidesteps The Wh_ and catches him in a headlock, The Wh_ tries to shove the number one conter off but Shawn has a tight grip of The Wh_'s neck, the Revolution leader backs up to the ropes and uses them as a spring for extra leverage to force Greene of and send him across the ring, Greene rebounds off the opposite ropes and comes back at The Wh_ with a flying forearm knocking the big man back a few steps but not off his feet, Shawn gets back up and continues to attack The Wh_ with a few right hand shots.
Shawn pushes The Wh_ back to the ropes and lands a sharp powerful backhand chop on The Wh_, the big man whinces and holds his chest, Shawn removes The Wh_'s hand and lands another powerful chop in the same area, followed by 3 more in succession, The Wh_'s chest is now the colour of a lobster, Shawn then whips The Wh_ to the far side of the ring and jumps looking for a Dropkick on the return but The Wh_ holds the far ropes stopping himself from moving away from them, causing Shawn to hit nothing but air.
Malenko: "Theres ring smartness right there, he saw what Shawn was going for and stopped it from happening, why this guy isn't the champion anymore just baffles me"
Shawn gets back up again and goes for The Wh_ again, but he's met with a powerful STO that sends him to mat, The Wh_ holds his chest and grits his teeth, as if the chest feels like sunburn, but he still carries on, he gets a hold on Shawn who was slowly getting back to his feet and The Wh_ clubs his back to make the former American Champion bend down, The Wh_ then sets Shawns head between his legs and lifts him up for a Powerbomb, at first it looks like a normal everyday Powerbomb, but The Wh_ turns around before executing it and instead Powerbombs Greene into the corner of the ring, Greene screams out in pain as his back bounces off the corner, he staggers away and falls down in the centre of the ring holding his back, The Wh_ smiles as his throws a few stomps on the suffering man on the mat.
Shawn tries to get to a corner to protect himself but The Wh_ follows him and traps the number 1 contender in there, he first lands a powerful turnbuckle clothesline, then moving onto Greene's abdomen, he lands a couple of knees to Shawn's gut, he then pulls the San Antonio native away from the corner by the head and then whips him to the opposite corner, seeing an opportunity he then runs at Greene and lifts his boot to give Greene a big boot in the corner.
Crowd: "OOOOOOHHHHH"
Shawn's body lifts about 3 feet in the air before falling backwards and out of the ring to the floor, he hits the ground hard with a loud crash, the crowd then really start to boo The Wh_ loudly when he mocks Shawn Greene and his mentor Shawn Michaels when he does both of their trademark poses in the ring and laughing, he then goes to the outside to pick up a battered Greene and throw him into the ring for a cover.
1....
2....
No! The number 1 contender is resiliant and throws his shoulder up, The Wh_ stands up again but only to drop an elbow onto the sternum of Greene, not satisfied with just the once, The Wh_ stands up again and drops the elbow once more before lifting Shawn up for a Darkness Choke, The Wh_ pulls back on the neck of graduate of Shawn Michaels, Greene looks to try and fight his way out of it, but there is no exit, the referee comes over after a few moments to check on Greene who is motionless being held by the former Global Champion, the referee lifts Greenes arm once and drops it (1), he picks it up again and lets go for it go limp again (2), he picks it up once more and drops it one more time.
Mathews: "This could be all she wrote right here"
But Shawns arms shoots up and shakes violently as the young contender to the title springs back to to life, he throws some punches behind him to land on The Wh_'s head, so the 6'8 monster is forced to loosen his grip slightly, Shawn takes full advantage and twists his body around to give himself a firm footing on the mat so he can push The Wh_ back to a corner, Shawn pushes with all his might to land The Wh_ into the turnbuckle and release the hold fully of Shawn, after taking a moment to gather himself again, Shawn follows up with a few right hand shots on Revolution's leader, he then pulls the big guy to the middle of the ring to perform an impressive Belly to Belly Suplex on the man who is 6 inches taller and 75 pounds heavier, Shawn is quick into a cover.
1....
2....
No! The Wh_ manages to kick out of the pin and starts to get back to his feet again, Shawn lets him up and instead opts to attack him when he is fully standing again, Shawn bides his time stalking The Wh_ from behind, when he suddenly slaps his leg and the crowd erupt, knowing what he has in mind for the match, he shakes as if he's ready to move any second but in the meantime T-Rex and Chris 6yxx run down the ramp to hopefully save their leader from a Showstopper fate, Shawn spots them and starts to shout abuse at them giving The Wh_ enough time to recover and start to stalk Shawn now with a Tiger Driver, Shawn turns around as T-Rex and 6yxx back away from the ring and The Wh_ executes the Driver grinding Shawn into the mat, The Wh_ makes the cover.
1....
2....
No! Shawn gets a foot to the nearby rope to keep this contest going, The Wh_ cannot believe his luck, he glances at the men on the outside, almost blaming them, with that 6yxx and T-Rex go to grab chairs in case the worst was to happen, The Wh_ then calls for an Orange Crush Pin, the crowd boo as he slowly brings Greene back to his feet and hooks him into a Vertical Suplex position he lifts Shawn up, but just as he's about to twist Shawn into the Powerbomb type finish, Shawn turns his body and drops down The Wh_'s back, The Wh_ turns around to face Shawn who catches him with a Hurricanrana, Shawn then calls for the Showstopper again, T-Rex and Chris 6yxx go to enter the ring, but suddenly Fantomas runs down to ringside and attacks T-Rex with a chair of his own, knocking the war machine down, 6yxx starts to argue with Fantomas, leaving Shawn to setup and hit the Showstopper on The Wh_, he covers.
1....
2....
3!!!
Bruce Buffer: "And here is your winner by Pinfall, Shawn Greene!!"
6yxx and Fantomas can't believe their eyes and hold their faces in shock that they didn't prevent the finisher or the pin, Shawn Greene jumps up in celebration and climbs the turnbuckle, Fantomas and 6yxx help a groggy Wh_ out of the ring and look on in digust of Greene as they head up the ramp, T-Rex comes around at ringside and looks up and Fantomas and starts to move quickly after him, Fantomas leaves 6yxx to carry The Wh_ and runs backstage followed in hot persuit by T-Rex.
Mathews: "Revolution are having all sorts of problems recently, could we be seeing the beginnings of the group splitting?"
Malenko: "I don't know Josh, but it's clear they alot of things to work on"
Once Revolution are out of sight, Shawn's music hits and the young competitor celebrates by posing for the fans, but after about 1/2 a minute his music gets cut off to his confusion theres a few moments of silence before "Spitfire" by the Prodigy hits and the crowd erupt again, hoping to get a glance of their CCW Global Heavyweight Champion, J-Man.
After a few moments J-Man appears at the top of the ramp with the CCW Global Heavyweight title on his left shoulder and a microphone in his right hand, the music fades out to some loud J-Man chants coming from the audience, J-Man raises the microphone to his lips.
J-Man: "Shawn..... first, let me say congratulations on winning the Melee match at Resurrection!"
The crowd cheer and chant for Shawn Greene, J-Man nods and claps towards Shawn who has a satisfied look on his face in the ring.
J-Man: "Last week, after my match I saw your announcement you made in that very ring, saying that you weren't sure exactly if you were going to Unleashed or staying here on Onslaught"
Shawn motions for a microphone from a member of staff at ringside and raises it to his mouth slowly.
Shawn: "Yes, thats what I said, what about it?"
J-Man: "Well it got me thinking, now why would you want to go to Unleashed? Sure there's alot of great talent over there but Onslaught is your home Shawn, you won your first championship here, you got your first title shot here and you won the Melee while you were here"
The crowd cheer and chant for Onslaught with some chanting for Unleashed aswell.
J-Man: "Now I know we haven't really seen much of each other on this show apart from a couple of tag matches but I respect what you have done in your career and what you have accomplished so far and if anyone is worthy of a title shot it's you
J-Man pauses for a moment before continuing.
J-Man: "A couple of months back, I was in your very situation, after my injury I was given the option of going to Unleashed or staying on Onslaught, now at the time I was considering Unleashed but then I looked at the talent and possible rivalrys that exist on Onslaught, you have JD Wheeler - possibly the greatest CCW wrestler ever."
J-Man ponders some other CCW talent.
J-Man: "You have Joshua James - A telent that will go far in this business and even you've got Revolutions leader who you've just beaten and Marcus Knight, sure I don't like these guys but they certainly are worthy of being at the top of this business, then you have me..... J-Man, the current Global Champion."
The crowd gets a little hyped up knowing what J-Man is thinking.
J-Man: "See you have faced alot of the talent here on Onslaught, but you haven;t faced me yet, which is why I think at Night of the Immortals, we should see.... J-Man versus Shawn Greene!"
The crowd erupt into a frenzy and start chanting for Greene in the hope that he would accept, Shawn thinks for a long few moments about this before finally bring the microphone to his mouth again.
Shawn: "J-Man.... I'll tell you what, I'll consider your offer and I'll give you an answer .... next week."
With that said, Stonecold comes onto the titantron.
Stonecold: "Would you look at the sickly shit going on here, could you kiss each others asses anymore? Anyway, next week Shawn before you announce if your quitting my show you are going to face Marcus Knight 1 on 1 in that ring and hell if its the last match you'll do for Onslaught, I'm gonna make sure it's the last match you ever have"
The crowd is shocked by this as Shattering glass sounds over the arena and Marcus Knight smiling beside Stonecold on the titantron, the camera cuts briefly to J-Man, then to Shawn Greene before fading out.
The program goes off the air with the spinning CCW logo.
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