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LOCATION: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ARENA: First Union Center DATE: June 7, 2002 REMAINING WRESTLERS: 7
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LOCATION: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ARENA: First Union Center DATE: June 7, 2002 REMAINING WRESTLERS: 7
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White Beans
Black Beans
Special Stipulation: Hardcore Rules
"The African Import" Uluz VS Rex Butler VS "THE Premier Athlete" Cliff Knight
Immunity Main Event:
Best 2 out of 3 Falls
CJ Scott VS Chris Copeland
[In the arena]
(Pyrotechnics go off and fans cheer for the UWA as it comes live to the First Union Center. The fans are going crazy as the camera heads backstage.)
[Backstage: Chris Copeland going to his locker room]
(Chris Copeland has a handful of items he’s carrying like a newborn baby. He has a small chessboard, his lunch and a suitcase. Copeland drops his lunch on the ground to open the door. The door creeks open to his locker room and the lights flicker on and off. With a million things on his mind, the door slams shut. Copeland rubs his chin and remembers he left his lunch outside the locker room.)
(Copeland turns the handle and his lunch is no longer there! He sees a dog down the hallway eating his lunch so he decides to run after the dog. The dog carries his lunch bag in his decaying teeth escaping the viscosity of Chris Copeland. Copeland looks back at the camera smiling realizing that everything’s alright)
Chris Copeland: What’s wrong with dog’s these days? What’s a dog doing roaming around here anyways?
[The camera goes to the poor part of town in the streets of Philadelphia]
(A fire is burning wood as a pile of Philadelphia bums surround their source of heat. Suddenly, Uluz pulls one of the bums from behind. Luckily, none of the other homeless persons realize as Uluz rests his skulled cane on top of the bum’s chest. Like a brilliant stroke of Northern Lights, the soul officially transfers into Uluz and he saunters off screen)
[A bus pulls up to the arena]
(Dressed in an orange convict uniform, Johnny Damage is shackled and chained with two guards stuck to him like glue. They gently, push Johnny Damage to the entrance with the dull roar of chains dragging along the hard concrete)
[Back to the arena]
Jimmy: Hello and welcome to a sold out crowd here in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at the First Union Center.
(Unexpectedly, “Ponda’s New Groove” begins to blare and he comes charging down to the commentating table. He points at Rudolph, angrily grabbing his beer away from him)
Pondababa: You’re done this nasty habit of yours, Rudy. Get over it.
(His head drops like a 50 pound bag of potatoes leaving Jimmy by himself at the commentating desk)
Jimmy: We have three incredible matches on this one, folks. In a triple threat match, Uluz, Cliff Knight and Rex Butler go head to head to head.
Rudolph: This is incredible!
Jimmy: Rudolph has a reoccurring habit of drinking beers during his commentary. It’s an awful habit. So Rudy, I can see that you have gotten your drinking habit back again.
Rudolph: (nods his head up and down) Yea.
Jimmy: We already have things unfolding here in the Ultimate Survivor. We saw a dog eat Chris Copeland’s lunch! How is Chris Copeland going to eat without his ordinary meal that he usually brings before his matches?
Rudolph: Who let the dogs out? Whoo.
Jimmy: Somebody should let those dogs out on the Baha Men because that song is damn annoying. We saw Uluz take the soul of a homeless person… the question I ask is why? Now what the hell is Uluz going to do with a homeless person’s soul? Tell me, Rudy. Why?
Rudolph: (sips a bit of alcohol) I dunno.
Jimmy: We’ve seen Johnny Damage already, he’s ready for action!
Rudolph: Ya.
Jimmy: Talk some sense in Rudy, won't ya?
Pondababa: Shut up, Jimmy.
Jimmy: And in the big finale, Chris Copeland is against the likes of CJ Scott, the proposed best wrestler in the World today. It will be great, we have some footage of Dolar’s classroom, let’s get to it.
Ixon: Now you see class, this is a triangle. It has three sides. It has three corners. It is a “shape”
(The small group of children turn their heads in the direction of the door. A man wearing an orange uniform with shackles and chains emerges from the door. His blue-spiked electric hair appears like it was just struck by lightning as he raises his blood-shot eyes.)
Hardcore Hooligan: You’ve turned soft, Ixon.
Ixon: Turn your head kids. Don’t look at this rugged man. He is a “bad” man.
(The guards shove Johnny Damage all the way to the entrance way)
Jimmy: Now what was the point of that? Was it to traumatize those little children?
[The prison warden and President Kingsly in a conversation]
Warden: What are you guys doing here!!!! You made this a Hardcore Rules match!!!! Are you insane!!! You may know already. Johnny Damage has been causing a lot of ruckus in the prison and he’s encouraged thirteen inmates to try and escape. That’s more than we usually get in a year! This man is capable of causing riots. This man shouldn’t be let loose out of these shackles! Kingsly, make the right decision. Cancel the match. My guards can't handle Damage when he's all riled up like this.
Kingsly: It’s like a balance. On one side is the safety of our audience and the other side is Johnny Damage. The match can’t be cancelled. We have to give the people what they paid money to see. I guess we can scratch off the Hardcore Rules part. There must be an alternative… (rubs his chin) I’ve got it! Damage will have to fight with those shackles on!
Jimmy: IS this a change of heart for the warden??? Damage said that the Warden loved this Hardcore Stuff!
[The camera really quickly zooms out all the way to the entrance way]
Jimmy: So you heard it first! It’s no longer Hardcore Rules… And Johnny Damage will have to fight with shackles and chains! He’s dry, he’s malnourished and now he has to fight all chained up!
Rudolph: What did I miss? Where am I?
Jimmy: Rudolph, you’re here in Philadelphia.
Rudolph: Oh right. Pondababa, he can’t fire me! He’s not too smart… He should know that I always have a hidden stash.
(Rudolph pulls out a 6-pack of brewskies and chugs a can down as “Hardcore Hooligan” by Business plays loud and clear in the First Union Centre. Damage heads to the ring staring at the ground and with two guards sticking to him like a fine paste. The guards aid him inside the ring still chained up)
[Back to the classroom]
Ixon: Sorry kids, I have to wrestle and do bad stuff to that man you just saw in here. Lemme get changed.
2 minutes later….
(Ixon is in his cloak with bright gray hair. He’s wearing gold make up as he escapes the classroom unseen. Ixon starts hopping up and down, turning into del Lobo!)
[Back to the arena]
(The whole arena dims as the crowd grows deathly silent, waiting in an ill fated anticipation for what is inevitably to come. The lights then slowly come on and then dim down again. Suddenly a wolf's howl echoes through the arena piercing desolation into the hearts of those around. The methodic guitars of "Second Death" by Living Sacrifice then chime in.)
Jimmy: We saw the unspeakable last Monday when we watched a powered-up Ixon who definitely was eating his Wheaties before he creamed Zang with one-punch to his cranium! Zang no longer exists in the Ultimate Survivor after Ixon got his revenge that he promised to young little Myron.
(The voice continues on alone saying "Presently waiting, Second Death." trailing off in an ominous echo. When the echo stops the lights flash on with a bang. As the lights come on and eyes begin to come back into focus there is a man crouched in the ring cloaked all in grey. The smoke flees from him as he stands and removes his hood to reveal the man known only as Ixon. Ixon lumbers forward to the ring and rotates into the ring and crosses his arms)
Jimmy: These guards have turned Hardcore Hooligan rather inanimate as of late. He no longer has his edge in the ring especially without the use of weapons. That was his main recipe of winning!
Rudolph: Ya! (cracks open another beer)
(Ding. Ding. Ding. The bell sounds. The shackles scrape along the mat as Ixon and Johnny Damage grapple in the center of the ring. Ixon gauges the tender eye of Damage and scoop slams onto the mat. Ixon drops his million-dollar pool-cue like elbow onto the Damage’s skeletal body. The shackles bounce creating a rumbling noise as Ixon hoists Damage in the air and drops him on his head like a basketball with a jumping piledriver. Ixon pins the rapscallion.)
½… NO!
(Johnny Damage easily kicks out. Ixon reaches into his bag of tricks and wraps up the arms of Damage like a beef bean burrito. Damage completes a sit up and Ixon crashes to the mat folding his back like a cheap tent. Damage innovates a face rub along the four middle ropes and Ixon rubs the severe rope burn from his leathery face. With an attempt to be technical, Damage envelops his arm across the throat of the leathery man!)
Jimmy: Do you see this Rudy? Damage is getting technical with this basic of the basics headlock!
(The ref grabs the arm of Ixon and it falls once. The arm falls twice. The third one doesn’t as Ixon puts the weight to his feet and shakes the ropes like a madman gone mad. Damage smirks and doesn’t know what to make of Ixon’s burst of energy. Ixon gauges his elbow into the abdomen two times until Damage is sent off the ropes. Ixon swings his arm but Damage ducks. Damage flies off the ropes and performs a forward flip into the chest of Ixon! Damage does not complete the flip and lands his back first onto the chest of Ixon. Continuing his relentless assault, Damage a White Russian Front Leg sweep minus the Singapore Cane)
Jimmy: It’s just not the same without that Singapore Cane, Rudy.
Rudolph: Cheers to Hardcore, Jimmy! (Rudy takes a swig of beer)
(Damage rests on a knee as he looks over to Rudolph. Rudolph is chugging beer like there is no tomorrow and Damage struts to the commentating table. The guards hesitate and watch Damage steal two beers from Rudolph’s “hidden stash”. He claps them together and the beer flushes down his throat like a milkshake.)
Johnny Damage: AHHHH THAT’S BETTA!
(With much intensity, Johnny Damage perches on the top rope waiting for his time to strike… Ixon stands up. Damage soars in the air with a jumping drop kick catching the shackles around the throat of Ixon! Ixon squirms to the mat like a worm and rolls as Damage curls his feet applying greater pressure to the exhilarating leg shackle choke hold applied on Del Lobo.)
Jimmy: Nice innovation there! Damage is using those shackles against Ixon with the use of a top rope drop kick!
Rudolph: He took two of my…(Rudolph’s head crashes on the table) aarghd
Jimmy: What was that Rudy?
(In the ring, Damage is still throttling the throat of Ixon until he fortunately reaches the bottom rope. Ixon gasps for air like a respirator as Damage tosses Del Lobo into the corner. Like a drunken hooligan, Damage misses a spear hitting the steel of the ring post! Ixon rolls Damage like a springroll!)
1…2..1/4 NO
(Damage shakes off the shock but Ixon really starts to lay the offence by completing a pump handle powerbomb! The shackles bounce on the mat and Damage turns lifeless as Ixon perches the top ropes with his arms in the air (like he just don’t care). Ixon soars in the air with an elbow but his skull crashes into a lifted foot of Johnny Damage. The tide is turned again as Damage slices at the chest of Ixon with his bare hand. Del Lobo retreats into the corner as Damage repeatedly rams his opponent over and over until the softness is confirmed. But Ixon, with punishing strength returns the favor and counters Damage by stomping a mudhole into the frame of the prison inmate!)
Jimmy: Look at this fury that Ixon is showing!
(Ixon picks up the punk rocker and holds on tight to his collar. Charging from one end of the ring to the other, Ixon sends the convict flying over the top rope colliding through the French Announcer table!)
(Johnny Damage shakes a bit like he was electrocuted until the Prison Warden dashes to the ring judge. Suddenly, the bell sounds and the Prison Warden grabs a microphone)
Prison Warden: Is this what you wanted? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED???
(The crowd boos)
Prison Warden: Guards, cattle prod that man! He has a sure fire way to attain weapons! This isn’t allowed. He could sneak this into prison. He could use this in the ring. He could cause a riot like he has already!
(The guards rally up the battered and bruised man and drag him to the back room)
Ixon beats Johnny Damage via Count Out or was it because of the Prison Warden. Damage fights in the Boeing 747 in New York!
(Ixon feels a bit ripped off in the ring as he rolls and departs back to the class room for more teaching)
Jimmy: Ixon is safe until next time.
[In Uluz’s locker room]
(There is a barrel with a fire roaring inside of it. Uluz is rubbing his hands together acting like a homeless person of Philadelphia)
[Backstage: Ashleigh Engels interviews THE Supreme Being Cliff Knight]
Ashleigh Engels: You are fighting two wrestlers that you have never fought before. How is this match going to go?
Rex Butler interrupts…
(Rex Butler is carrying flowers wrapped up in floral wrap. He hands the flowers to Ashleigh Engels just like a Romeo)
Rex Butler: (recites a poem he made)
Jimmy: Oh. That’s so sweet.
(Cliff Knight appears jealous so he tries a bit of “freestyling”)
Cliff Knight: (freestyles his poem)
Cliff Knight: Come here baby.
(Rex Butler snatches the roses away from Ashleigh Engels and slips out a crow bar hidden inside!)
Jimmy: Hey those aren’t flowers. It’s a crowbar!
(He clubs Cliff Knight on top of his head and the conceited man drops to the ground like a dead mountain goat.)
Rex Butler: How’s this for a poem: There’s nothing I hate more… than somebody who can’t wrestle hardcore!
(And Cliff Knight lies unconscious on the ground… feeling empty…until the lovely Ashleigh Engels starts rubbing the sculpted shoulders of the unconscious man)
[Back to the arena]
Jimmy: It doesn’t really matter if Cliff lies there unconscious. He somehow scored a deal with Pondababa to sit and commentate for this one replacing this drunken “Expert Analysis” I like to call Rudolph.
(IT BEGAN IN AFRICA!!! The African import surfaces from the curtains hopping on his right foot all the way to the ring)
Jimmy: Uluz has just came off a first round victory over CJ Scott in the 8-man unethical tournament this Monday.
(Uluz is wearing gloves with the fingernails chopped off (just like a bum would). He starts boxing as he puffs his Afro. “Beg” by Saliva begins to play in the First Union Center and the angry and often vicious Rex Butler heads to the ring staring with overflowing emotions at Uluz.)
(Ding. Ding. Ding. Suddenly, “Seasons” by Crossbreed blares in the arena and Cliff Knight is holding his temple from that crow bar shot from Rex Butler. Uluz and Butler do not fight, they watch THE Supreme Being give the thumbs up. He drops the thumb and extends his arms to a roaring crowd. Knight paces to the commentating booth and pushes the return drunken alcoholic-Rudolph off his seat. Rudolph lies on the ground sucking his thumb like a baby.)
Cliff Knight: Great to be here with you Jimmy
Jimmy: Wow! Somebody who can speak a sentence without fading off or mumbling! You are way better than Rudy!
(Uluz and Butler look at each other and rolls out the ring in unison. Cliff Knight doesn’t see it coming as Uluz and Butler start unleashing repeated fists at the Premier Athlete. The earphones fling off Knight’s head as Butler Irish whips Knight into a ready-for-action Uluz. Uluz swings his arm like the trunk of an elephant nailing Cliff Knight in the chest. Knight rolls on the ground kicking and screaming. With a head full of green-yellow hair, Uluz heaves a hesitant Knight all the way to the entranceway. Rex Butler grabs a chair and sets it up near the entrance. Uluz hoists Knight on top of his shoulders and Butler does a running charge off the chair! Butler acrobatically dropkicks Cliff Knight’s skull into the upper steel part of the entranceway and he comes crashing down groin-first onto the top of the chair.)
Jimmy: Knight hurts his crowned jewels there, colliding into that folded chair! Uluz and Butler are working great together so far!
(Uluz and Butler continue working together as they go to the backstage area. Uluz grabs the skull of Knight and bashes it against the locker of Chris Copeland. Rex Butler now cradles Knight’s bun head and rams it into the locker room of CJ Scott. Chris Copeland and CJ Scott both open their doors at the same time to see what the commotion is all about. Scott eyes Copeland and attacks with a flying forearm. Copeland cunningly turns it into a lariat as seven referees stampede into the unscheduled fight. The fight slowly vanishes into a dull roar.)
(Butler, Uluz and Cliff Knight continue their hardcore bout, taking it to the mean streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Butler pulls out his hand for Uluz to shake. Uluz shakes his head and gauges Butler in his oh so tender eye. Butler retreats back as Uluz starts flopping his right arm with his left hand holding at the shoulder blade. The floppy arm of Uluz catches Butler several times across the face as a Premier Athlete catches Uluz from behind with a-running DDT!)
(The face of Uluz scrapes onto the hard concrete as Cliff Knight immediately applies a Crippler Crossface)
Jimmy: Cliff Knight is turning a hardcore match into a technical match!
(The move only lasts for a couple of seconds when Rex Butler smashes Knight with his bare fist. Knight quickly pulls in the arm of Butler and ends up behind Rex. The crossface chicken wing is now applied! Butler squirms and pleads for mercy as Uluz slowly stands up. Cliff Knight still has the submission applied when he does a reverse kick catching Uluz in the lower abdomen. Immediately, Uluz falls to his knees gasping for air. Rex Butler is squirming like a fish caught from the water. Butler backs up all the way to where the cars are parked. Uluz slowly makes it in that direction. Butler still has the deadly submission hold applied to a passing out Rex Butler. Cliff Knight tries to hide from the African Import squeezing in between a Volvo and Pontiac Sunfire. The Ref checks Butler but Butler will not give up!)
(Cliff Knight looks left then right… no sign of Uluz. Cliff Knight looks up and sees a hurdling Uluz jumping off the hood of the Volvo with an African Swallow Missile drop kick! Knight crashes into the hubcap of the tire creating a loud thud. Cliff Knight and Rex Butler lie side to side resting on the beige Volvo... Uluz pulls off the glove that he stole from the bum and throws it in the center of the parking lot.)
Jimmy: Is this going to be a double soul-stealer for tonight?
(Uluz starts to tremble as he places his left hand on the chest of Rex Butler, his right hand on the chest of Cliff Knight.)
Jimmy: Don’t do it Uluz!
(The camera cutshots to a man stepping on top of the glove thrown by Uluz. He lifts up his foot and places the glove back on his hand. But there are no facial features on this man; the darkness of the night covers this…)
Jimmy: Who is this man? It’s too dark out there. Shine a bit of light on him!
(Thirty-three (33) people surround the Pontiac Sunfire and the Volvo where Uluz appears to be victorious. Uluz turns his head and realizes that it’s the same man that he stole the soul from earlier this very night! It’s the homeless man! The man holds out his hand to the right bending his elbow. His fingers spread out and the thirty-three homeless bums attack Uluz until he appears to be a mere stain on the ground.)
Jimmy: Ha ah! It’s the revenge of the homeless bums! Eat that Uluz!
(Rex Butler wakes up from the chicken wing applied by Cliff Knight and pins the closest man-Uluz)
1…2…3 (Uluz fights on the Boeing 747 in New York!)
Jimmy: Amazing match we had there! Those bums had quite a lot of energy for hanging around a fire all day! Let’s move onto our immunity main event, shall we?
(Chris Copeland marches to the ring. He pours water all over his face and he inspects the ladders for safety then awaits the other wrestlers. Aenema by Tool is replaced by Chad Kroeger’s raspy voice)
(The camera changes views to a bird’s eye point of view of CJ Scott walking through the curtains tapping his chest. The fans cheer, this pound for pound, the best wrestler in the World today, and that’s not bragging, it’s the f---ing truth)
Jimmy: This is a best 2 out of 3 falls match.
(Scott enters the ring with a determined Chris Copeland. The bell sounds and Chris Copeland immediately attacks CJ Scott by a swift boot to the chest. A thread of drool trickles down the mouth of Scott as he begins to lean forward. Copeland raises his knee into the face of Scott, and drool falls onto the wrestling attire of Copeland. Copeland is disgusted with all the drool, and he grabs the face of CJ Scott, and wipes the drool that fell on his attire onto the hair of CJ Scott.)
Jimmy: CJ Scott is drooling pretty bad there.
(Scott somehow manages to get his other hand onto the other temple of Chris Copeland. Suddenly, Copeland begins to hug CJ Scott, and lifts him up in a belly to belly suplex)
Jimmy: Nice execution there.
(Copeland stares at an unconscious figure lying on the ground and starts to help CJ Scott up to his feet. But all CJ Scott could do was just lean over. Copeland sets up Scott and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. Copeland drops his opponent into a sit down powerbomb pin combination.)
1… (CJ Scott kicks out!)
(But CJ Scott panics and is on Copeland like a monkey trying to get a banana. Scott knees the face of Chris Copeland a few times, and tosses Copeland against the ropes. He lifts up the body of Scott into a back body toss, immediately pinning the broken man)
1… (Chris Copeland kicks out!)
Jimmy: Both men want this match so bad; they are trying all these pins. Nothing’s working!
(Scott wants Copeland to get up for more. Copeland complies and is caught into the position of the Diamond Cutter. But Copeland reverses by throwing Scott against the ropes. Copeland goes for a clothesline from hell, but Scott ducks and continues off the other ropes. On the rebound, Copeland is stunned as Scott flies for a cross body into a pin)
1… (CJ Scott kicks out!)
(Copeland is quick to his feet but Scott is quicker. He punches Copeland in the side of the face, and attempts a reverse DDT by placing his left arm across the chest and to the shoulders. But Copeland reverses again, by elbowing Scott in the ribs. Copeland presses Scott’s shoulders to the mat.)
1… (CJ Scott kicks out!)
Jimmy: It’s like these guys are hitting every red light on the road. They’re going nowhere!
(Scott staggers and Copeland attempts to launch Copeland into the turnbuckle. But it's CJ Scott who ends up in the corner as Copeland lifts Scott to the top of the corner. Copeland kisses his fist before smashing it upside his head. Scott is perched on the top turnbuckle like a parrot. Cradling the head of Scott, Copeland hoists the big man up in the air dropping his straight on his back with a superplex! Copeland anxiously pins CJ Scott!)
1…2… (CJ Scott kicks out!)
(Copeland continues his relentless assault by elevating CJ Scott again on the top rope. Copeland performs a spinning powerbomb from the top rope, and Scott lands in the middle of the canvas and firmly bounces once. The fans aw, as Copeland again pins Scott)
1…2..1/4 (CJ Scott again kicks out!)
(Scott is crawling like a baby as Copeland bounces on his left foot. The fans cheer as Copeland winds up his superkick! Scott raises his head in the air and receives a 10 inch foot in his pretty face!)
Jimmy: Superkick! Copeland gave a superkick when he was crawling on the mat!!!
(Copeland hurries in for the pin!)
1…2…3
[Copeland wins the first fall!]
(Copeland rises to the second turnbuckle as the fans detonate with an explosion of cheers!)
(CJ Scott lies on the mat in his own sweat and blood, still tingling from the superkick of Chris Copeland! Chris Copeland grabs a head full of hair and CJ Scott delivers a low blow heard around the World!)
Jimmy: Desperate times mean desperate measures!
(CJ Scott shakes the cobwebs out and immediately goes to work on a stunned Chris Copeland. Scott grabs Copeland by the back portion of his tights and lifts him up. Copeland slumps forward and Scott is supporting him by holding the back of his tights still. Then Scott begins punching Copeland in the face while the Copeland flops around like a fish out of water. Scott drops Copeland and lets his regroup while Scott mounts the top turnbuckle. As Copeland gets up, a flying axe handle knocks him down.)
Jimmy: Chris Copeland better get his ass in gear.
Rudolph: Ahh. Yes. (takes a sip of beer)
(Scott gauges Chris Copeland in the eye and slaps him like a bitch. Copeland is cowering in the corner like a scared rabbit hiding from the fox. Copeland lashes out, hammering Scott with European Uppercuts and Scott falls between the ropes to the outside. Copeland grabs a chair and holds it awkwardly. When Scott turns around, Copeland hammers him over the head and then Scott falls to the outside. Copeland hears the ref’s count and rolls back in the ring.)
Jimmy: What a dastardly thing to do.
(Chris Copeland saunters around the ring waiting for the ten count to finish.)
7...
(CJ Scott is still lying on the ground, badly hurt.)
8...
(Scott slowly sits up and hears the ref's count, he tries to get up, but stumbles)
9...(Chris Copeland celebrates while Scott manages to roll into the ring behind him. CJ Scott applies the Katah-jamai and stubs his head on the ground with his finisher! Scott pins Copeland)
1…2…3
[CJ Scott wins the second round!]
Jimmy: The rounds are all tied up one to one! This is going to be exciting!
(Copeland crawls up slowly as Scott Irish whips him into the ropes. Scott throws his arm in an attempt to decapitate Copeland but cleverly Copeland ducks! Copeland does a sunset flip pinning combination!)
1…2.. ¾ (CJ Scott kicks out!)
(Scott angrily gets up, staring at Copeland who is crouched down crawling backwards. Copeland stands up as Scott tries to scoop Copeland with a backwards bodyslam! The move does not work as Copeland swings his pendulum-like leg nailing Scott in the groin! Copeland runs and lifts Scott up on his shoulders, but the slippery CJ Scott grabs the top rope and the two tumble to the outside. Scott, in a panic, reaches underneath the ring, and pulls out a cattle prod!
(Copeland charges in anyway as his insane blood pumps full throttle. Scott squeals and rolls into the ring as Copeland grabs his leg and bites it!)
(Copeland gets into the ring and clotheslines the fearful opponent. Copeland, tired of Scott’s games, hoists the RVW Superstar onto his shoulders and reaches up, grabbing the squirming victims head, and pulling it forward. With his chin touching his head, Scott lets out one final squeal as Copeland falls forward and stubs his head onto the canvas. He falls forward into the turnbuckle! Copeland backs up and unleashes a final superkick to the throat of CJ Scott cornered in the turnbuckle!)
1...2...3
Jimmy: OH MY!!!! A piledriver all the way from his shoulders!!! A Superkick that hit the throat of Scott targeted directly in the turnbuckle. AMAZING MATCH GUYS! Copeland is still surviving!!!! Scott is not!!! HA AH THAT RHYMES.... GOOGNIGHT FOLKS!!!
(Copeland falls to his knees and raises his arms in the air as the scene slowly fades away to an Ultimate Survivor logo)
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