Fist of Rage

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Rodney Cohen: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the first ever WIP Fist of Rage! I am here to announce the arrival of the true owner of this wonderful federation. And it sure as hell ain't no two bit punk kid masterbating to images of Shawn Michaels, Blink 182, and Sly Stalone. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Owner of the Wrestling Industry of Pain, Tawodi Watie!

"Amazing Grace" playing over a native american flute begins playing, as the esteemed owner Tawodi Watie walks out. He stands on the stage, as the fans shout in approval.

Josh McIntosh: What an amazing man out there.

J-Dogg: Exactly. Tawodi Watie is a great man, who has endured much in his short time here in the WIP. Attempted take overs, including the most recent one, conducted by Heath Ammons, Ryan Miller, and Shawn Michaels.

Tawodi Watie stands in the ring now, holding a microphone as Rodney Cohen stands off to the side. Tawodi Watie, dressed in a suit and tie, looks as dignifed as one can look.

Tawodi Watie: Thank you, Rodney.

Tawodi shakes Rodney Cohen's hands, and turns towards the fans.

Tawodi Watie: I have much to say tonight. First I must address, Heath Ammons and his crew. Heath, I have something to show you tonight.

Tawodi reaches in his jacket's inside pocket and pulls out a few sheets of paper. He holds one of them up.

Tawodi Watie: I have here, my Wrestling Industry of Pain Contract. Legally binding agreement between myself, and the previous owner "Stone Cold".

Tawodi brings the paper down, and starts reading it.

Tawodi Watie: I, Tawodi Watie, hereby accepts Ownership of the Wrestling Industry of Pain. By request of Stone Cold, Tawodi Watie be given full, Unchallanged Administrative Powers within the Wrestling Industry of Pain. This contract can not be terminated, by anyone other than Tawodi Watie. Signed, Stone Cold, Shawn Michaels, and Tawodi Watie.

Tawodi holds up another sheet of paper.

Tawodi Watie: The business licence for the Wrestling Industry of Pain.

Tawodi brings it down, and begins to read it.

Tawodi Watie: Tawodi Watie has completed all requirements, and is hereby registered as the owner of the Wrestling Industry of Pain.

Tawodi folds both sheets of paper, and puts it back in his pocket.

Tawodi Watie: You see Heath, dispite your attempted take over of the WIP, I am still the owner. I hold the rights to the building, the sponsors, the videos, the Network Television slot. And what do you have Heath? What do you have Mister Ammons? In your entire attempt, you have gained one thing.

Tawodi smiles.

Tawodi Watie: The website. And so you claim that I have lost. But you see kid, I'm still here. So are others. You may have taken the gullible Roster, but I have the experianced veterans, the talented wrestlers. I have with me, the Wrestling Industry of Pain.

A roar from the crowd signifies their approval. Tawodi pauses to listen for awhile.

Josh McIntosh: The fans are loving this.

J-Dogg: And they should. The WIP with all the talent is still on the air!

Tawodi motions for a cease in the cheers. After awhile, the fans calm down, and Tawodi resumes.

Tawodi Watie: Ladies and Gentlemen, we still have a show for you tonight. And unlike Heath Ammons, we have the real superstars here today.

Tawodi smiles and waves at the fans, as he hands the microphone to Rodney Cohen. Tawodi walks out of the ring, and heads backstage.

Josh McIntosh: What an introduction to this show. Tawodi Watie stands proud and confident.

J-Dogg: More than I can say for Heath Ammons. Have you heard his latest responce?

Josh McIntosh: No, what was it?

J-Dogg: Only two words. "Fuck You".

Josh McIntosh: Only those two words?

J-Dogg: Yea, it was on the WIP Forums too. In all caps.

J-Dogg begins laughing hard, as Rodney Cohen starts reading from his card.

Rodney Cohen: Introducing first to the ring, from Short Hills, New Jersey. Weighing in at 226 pounds. The Flock!

"This is Now" By: Hatebreed blares over the PA System as The Flock makes his way to the ring. He climbs in, and slouches in the corner.

Rodney Cohen: And now coming to the ring, from Seattle,Washington. Weighing in at 190 pounds and dropping fast every time he takes some Meth. Vin!

"Who We Be" by DMX blares over the PA System as Vin walks out to the ring. He stumbles in as everyone watches. Vin walks up to a fan, and tries pleading with him for a moment, before the fan pushes him towards the ring. Vin notices The Flock in the ring, and gives a big smile. He pulls out his wallet and slides into the ring. He walks towards the Flock with a big smile on his face, and a few twenty's showing from his wallet.

J-Dogg: I knew it! The Flock was Vin's dealer!

The Flock springs up from the corner, and plants a powerful punch in Vin's face. Vin stumbles back, but Flock is close behind, sending a kick in the back of Vin's knee. Vin drops to one knee, just as The Flock pounds him in the face again. The Flock helps Vin up, and sends him back down with a jaw breaker. Vin falls into the corner.

Josh McIntosh: The Flock is really takinging it to Vin here.

J-Dogg: Vin must have stolen some meth from Flock.

The Flock walks over to Vin, with full convidence, and grabs his head. Vin counters with a punch in Flock's ribs. He follows through with another one, and then grabs Flock's head and delivers an  uppercut, sending Flock stumbling back. Vin starts walking in the ring, with the support of the ropes. The Flock rushes towards Vin, but is met with a front kick, followed by an elbow to the back of the head. Vin rolls The Flock over and goes for a pin. The referee gets down on his knees and begins to count.

Josh McIntosh: One! No! A kickout!

The Flock starts to get up as Vin argues with the referee, claiming a three count. The Flock uses this time to stand back up, and bounce off the ropes. The Flock lands a devistating Clothesline on Vin, and the begins kicking him while he's down. Vin rolls out of the ring. He grabs a chair, and slides back into the ring. The referee quickly takes the chair from Vin, and walks over to a corner to hand it to Rodney Cohen. As the referee has his back turned, The Flock pulls out a pair of brass knuckles, and sends Vin straight to the floor with a single punch.

Josh McIntosh: The Flock cheated!

The Flock tosses the brass knuckles away and pins Vin, just as the referee turns around.

Josh McIntosh: One! Two! Three! The Flock won this match by cheating!

J-Dogg: Oh shut up Josh, he won. That's all that matters.

The Flock stands up in victory, and shoves the referee away before he could raise his hand.

Josh McIntosh: Wait a minute, we're getting some important news from backstage. Paul Madrox and Reils has been attacked!

The titron begins showing images of WIP Security beating up both Paul Madrox and Reils. Chains fly, baseball bats strike, and fists land as the biker gang "Confederate Outlaws" beats down on the two Defectors. Vincent O'Mallory is seen, just striking Reils in the face with a customised motorcycle gas tank.

Vincent O'Mallory: Go ahead and leave you punks. Or do you need your mommy?

Vincent delivers one last kick to the face of Reils, and moves off. All of WIP Security back off. Reils is seen laying in a pool of his own blood, with the gas tank close by. Paul Madrox is seen, choking on a chain wrapped around a destroyed Customised Chopper, assumingly belonging to Reils. The titron fades away, and the entire arena seems in shock. Except, for J-Dogg, who is laughing.

J-Dogg: You don't fuck with WIP Security!

Josh McIntosh: What kind of Security team does that to people?

J-Dogg: These kinds. You know, the 1%. Hells Angels type Biker Gangs.

Rodney Cohen stands in the ring once again, reading from his card.

Rodney Cohen: And now, for the WIP Hardkore Championship Title. Coming down to the ring at this time, from Hope Mills, North Carolina. Weighing in at 213 pounds, Wu Tang Man!

"WOO HAA" by Busta Rhymes begins to play, but Wu Tang Man does not come out. Rodney looks agravated, but reads from his card again.

Rodney Cohen: Guess I'm not the only one who fogets things. Anyway, coming down tot he ring now, from Paide, Estonia. Weighning in at 165 pounds. Mad Man Madis!

"Hit That" by The Offspring plays over the PA System, but Mad Man Madis does not show.

Josh McIntosh: Did both of them defect?

As if on cue, Wu Tang Man comes flying out from the entrance. Mad Man Madis is clearly behind him. MMM jumps up, and bounces off of the entrance frame, and lands a flying clothesline on Wu Tang Man. Mad Man Madis gets back up quickly, and rushes over to Wu Tang Man, flipping over and landing a spine breaking double stomp on Wu Tang Man.

Josh McIntosh: That just might end the career of Wu Tang Man!

Mad Man Madis starts dragging Wu Tang Man to the edge of the stage, and then rolls him off. Wu Tang Man falls through several tables, chairs, and various other equipment. Wu Tang Man lets out a shout of pain, as it is clearly shown that his leg is broken. Blood shoots out from his leg, and the white of his bone is shown at his knee. Mad Man Madis walks over to Wu Tang Man, and strikes him across the face with a lead pipe.

Josh McIntosh: Wu Tang Man needs to see a doctor here!

Chief Medic William "Hawkeye" Forrest rushes out and looks at Wu Tang Man. He motions for the streecher, as Mad Man Madis walks back up to the stage. The streecher arrives, and Wu Tang Man is placed on, and strapped up. Just as the peramedics lift up the streacher, Mad Man Madis delivers a devistating Mad Summer to Wu Tang Man, sending both men, and the paramedics, straight to the floor. Mad Man Madis holds his back, as he slowly crawls over to Wu Tang Man. He pins him, and the referee starts the count.

Josh McIntosh: One!

J-Dogg: Wu Tang Man can't kick out! He's strapped in!

Josh McIntosh: Two! Three! Mad Man Madis has won this match, and is the new WIP Hardkore Champion! 

The paramedics finally rush Wu Tang Man out, as the referee holds Mad Man Madis' arm up in victory. The referee hands Mad Man Madis the Hardkore Championship belt, and Mad Man Madis slowly walks backstage, holding his back.

Josh McIntosh: Mad Man Madis may have won this match, but he got his back hurt in the proccess.

J-Dogg: He still got away better than Wu Tang Man. Did you see that injury?

Rodney Cohen is seen sleeping on the chair that the referee had given him earlier.

Josh McIntosh: It seems Rodney Cohen is out for now. What match do we have next?

J-dogg: Our next match should be one to talk for this whole day.. I mean you got Tiffany.. and you got... TwoJ. For the record, I wwant Tiffany to win. 

Josh McIntosh: And what reason for that prediction? 

J-Dogg: She will be jumping up and down when she wins! 

Josh sighs as TwoJ enters the ring. He waves to his fans as he steps on the top ropes as his song, "So Cold" By Breaking Benjamin plays.

J-Dogg: Let me shoot em Josh.. just one shot at his cocky ass... 

Josh McIntosh: Watch your language Dogg, we do have children watching this show. 

J-Dogg: And what better to learn their cuss words. 

TwoJ motions for the mic. 

TwoJ: I see Tiffany decided not to show. I knew it. She is all talk. This is a waste of my time... I will delcare myself the winner and.... 

The whole arena darkness as the speakers turn up high. 

Tiffany: I heard you like Pokemon so I hope this is as good... 

Tiffany's voice was heard as the ring begins to fill with smoke. 

Tiffany: Prepare for trouble... 

Tiffany walks out in a Team Rocket outfit. The small white skirt and the cut up blouse showing the logo of an R of the team on the shirt. She wears long boots to her tights and long white gloves. Tiffany carried a sack looking thing behind her back but was assumed it was part of her outfit. She makes her way down the ramp as some of the crowd is laughing. TwoJ is there with his arms crossed at the ring. She motions for Two J to take over the second part of the statement. 

TwoJ: And make it double? 

Tiffany smiles. 

Josh McIntosh: This looks like an allienment between these two... 

J-Dogg: Say it aint so! she cant team up with him! She can't! She was to team up with me!!! 

Tiffany contnuies her way down the ramp. 

Tiffany: To protect the world from devestation... 

TwoJ: To unite all peoples within our nation. 

Tiffany enters the ring and climbs over the first rope. She makes her way to Two J and extends her hand to him. He takes her hand. 

Tiffany: Team rocket.. blasting off at the speed of light. 

Before TwoJ could finish the sentece Tiffany yanked on his arm foward and gave him one good kick in he balls. Her heel of her boots got stuck in his tight as he tried to pull away. He falls to the ground as her heel was still stuck to him. She placed her leg on the embeded area and added pressure. TwoJ pleading for Tiffany to move it but she pressed even more. The presence of blood on her heel made her press harder. 

J-Dogg: SHES INSANE!... That.. ow.. has to hurt!... even the crowd at once said OW! Even TwoJ... tough as he looks.. is crying out like a little baby! 

Josh was too busy hold his own area since he felt the pain as well. As to all the men. 

J-Dogg: Oh Josh man! this isnt the place or time to do that!.. you can get your five minutes alone withyourself later!... 

Tiffany removed her foot as she opened her sack. She pulled out a small wind up Pikachu doll and placed it on TwoJ chest. 

Josh McIntosh: What is she doing with that doll? She usually carries her Chucky doll. 

J-Dogg: Shut up so we can see what she is going to do! 

Tiffany pats the doll as it starts to spark. As she leaves the ring, the small wind up doll lets out a great electric glow. The body of TwoJ received thousands of electirc shocks as his body reaction was to shake and jump. The crowd sheild their eyes from the glow as Tiffany slipped on a pair of sunglasses and laughed as it contnuied. It was only about 30 seconds of shocks but it was enough to render the wrestler to unconsioness. his body still shaked from the shocks. The crowd and even the announcers were silent. 

Tiffany: Meowth.. thats right. 

Tiffany threw the mic back at the ring as I'm With STUPID hit the PA systems. The crowd began to cheer as she made her way back up the runway. 

J-Dogg: SHE .. she is INSANE! GOD I love that woman! 

Josh McIntosh: Listen to that crowd... the WIP fans adore her.... Just don't get on her bad side while she wears her boots.

The referree stands in confusion. Clearly seeing that Two J was knocked out, the referee rose his hand, and pointed to Tiffany.

Josh McIntosh: And Tiffany Ray has won this match! Although, why wasn't she counted out?

J-Dogg: Because the referee was too busy being in shock.

Paramedics, minus Dr. Forrest, rushes out and checks on Two J. They pick him up, and help carry him backstage.

Josh McIntosh: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm told Skullrider and Renegade will not be here tonight. They have both defected. I'm told that the World Cruiserweight Championship is now vacant.

J-Dogg: At least we won't bore the fans with having to watch a La Parka look alike face down the so called "Renegade".

"Amazing Grace" played on a native american flute plays over the PA System, as Tawodi Watie steps out on the stage.

Tawodi Watie: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is confermed. Nay Bob has quit the WIP. And as I do not want the main title to go vacant, I announce AC the winner of the match, and the new WIP World Heavyweight Champion!

"Meant To Live" by Switchfoot plays over the PA System as AC walks out, holding his National Championship Title. Tawodi hands AC the WIP World Heavyweight Championship, and takes the National Championship out of his hands.

Tawodi Watie: Also, I will not have double champions in the WIP. AC, you are stripped of the National Championship, while retaining the World Heavyweight Championship.

AC stands, somewhat confused for a moment, before simply taking the World Title and walking out. Tawodi stands, and faces the fans.

Tawodi Watie: I have one more announcement to make. I will be listing the entire roster of the WIP at this moment, as well as listing the Defected.

Tawodi pulls out two sheets of paper, and begins reading from one.

Tawodi Watie: The following people have the ability to think clearly, and not be easly swayed to believing the stories of a lunitic. AC, Dragon Woman, Eric Draven, Mad Man Madis, Sickle, Tiffany Ray, and Vin. Those people also, coencidently, have the better talent of the split.

Tawodi turns to the other sheet of paper, and begins reading it.

Tawodi Watie: These people, buy anything their told. They are the weaker minded few. Some however, choose to simply run with their friends, and that is somewhat better than being a mindless drone of Heath Ammons. Shawn Michaels, Wu Tang Man, Skullrider, Reils, The Flock, Two J, Paul Madrox, Renegade, Drake Vandenhart.

Tawodi reads the paper again.

Tawodi Watie: Also, there is one wrestler, who has a joint contract now. AC, will be wrestling in the WIP, and the Defected WIP. A new card will be announced later, and the WIP will air next Monday night, goodbye folks, and have a good week.

The WIP Fist of Rage show fades away, and off the air.