A small amount of "S.R.J" by Graveltrap plays and the pyro explodes... The crowd explode as WsW Mutiny kicks off for another week! We cut straight to some footage from earlier that day as "A Day with the Champ" begins... Krazy Kristopher: "Now that was a vacation!" *The scene opens up to show the WSW Champion Kris stepping through the doorway of the airport terminal 94. He is dressed in a WSW T-shirt and a kilt, with blue jeans under the kilt, and the WSW Championship over his shoulder. Reg and Ernest follow shortly after him, dressed normally.* Krazy Kristopher: "Nothing better than Edinburgh, Scotland! Great scenery, hot chicks, and cool castles....and hot chicks!" Reg: "Don't forget the men." Ernest the Cameraman: "The only men I remember are the ones that I met down in the pubs...they swear like sailors, smoke like chimneys, and drink like fish! Men after me own heart..." Krazy Kristopher: "No more speaking about men...only the hot hot chicks. Every girl that I saw in Edinburgh fulfilled all my requirements that I have when looking for girls." Reg: "What are they?" Krazy Kristopher: "No Fatties..." Ernest the Cameraman: "And?" Krazy Kristopher: "No Fatties..." Ernest the Cameraman: "Those are some mighty fine rules!" Krazy Kristopher: "Aren't they though? Anyway, I was so popular with the ladies, that I got tons of phone numbers and emails!" *Kris holds up this huge book with a black cover.* Ernest the Cameraman: "You are a god among insects!" Krazy Kristopher: "I know...say, that's a good line...they should put that in a movie sometime..." Reg: "What about....'do you know what happens to a toad when it gets struck by-" Krazy Kristopher & Ernest the Cameraman: "SHUT UP!" Reg: "Fine! Let me see that book would you?" *Kris waves his hand in front of Reg's face and speaks:* Krazy Kristopher: "You don't need to see this book." Reg: "You are right, I don't need to see that book-" *Kris grins, then receives a kick in the balls from Reg. Reg snags the book and prances away to a safe distance...he pages through the book.* Reg: "Boss, this is just a phonebook with a black cover!" Krazy Kristopher: "Okay okay...so I didn't get anyone's numbers or emails...how was I suppose to know that they don't get WSW in Scotland? NO ONE TOLD ME!! DAMN YOU JAY V, DAMN YOU!!" *Scene
fades to black* |
HI: "What the fuck did I just see?" MR: "We have a fantastic show tonight, although we've been informed that there may be a few changes to the card this evening!" HI: "THAT WAS OUR HEAVYWEUGHT CHAMP FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!" MR: "Wait... we need to head backstage... We've just heard that there has been some... Commotion!" We head backstage to see Quentin Barnes on the ground being seen to by EMT's... His jeans have been cut open, his right knee bruised and swollen... WsW Interviewer Chrissy makes her way to the scene... C: "What happened here!?" D: "This man will not be able to wrestle tonight... This is his surgically repaired knee and there is serious damage to tendons and ligaments..." QB: "You don't get it... I can't let Lia down tonight!" C: "Quentin... Quentin what happened?!" QB: "I don't know... I felt a blinding pain in my knee... Somebody hit it... I fell to my face... And I felt a few more blows... then when I could turn over... They'd gone..." Jay V: "Ahem!" The face of CeO Jay V is firmly planted on the big screen. Jay V: "Quentin, I will deal with your... Problem in a moment... But I have an announcement to make... As you may or may not have just heard about the proceedings this evening, WsW Mutiny will change slightly... Beginning with our opening match... As you are all aware, the festivities were to begin with an Adz match... Unfortunatly, due to some unforseen circumstances involving his mom, a gang or circus midgets and a horse... Adz has had to fly to Sweeden to post bail for her... Brain Banks and Darrell "Punisher" Music will next week fight 1 on 1 in a match for their careers... They need to prove to me they are worth while..." The screen splits into 2, showing Quentin... He's been helped onto a table... Jay V: "Quentin... How is the knee? Terrible thing that happened to you... But alas, as per usual... Jay V is here to save the day... I have actual video footage of what happened to you tonight Quentin... And it is footage you will want to see..." The footage begins showing Quentin walking down the hall way... Then from no-where, a crowbar swings... nailing QB in the knee... Barnes falls to the ground on his face as the crow-bar rains down 3 more times totally smashing Barne's surgically repaired knee... The camera pulls back revealing his attacker... MR: "OH MY GOD! IT WAS JAY FUCKING V!" HI: "Easy... Hernia... Adz remember?" Jay V: "That's right Quentin... Surprise... It was me... I took you out, and now I'm going to make the second change of the evening... You are no longer involved in the Tag Team Match with Liana... You are, however, going to fight for your WsW career... You see, I have more than enough reason to fire you... You've put your hands on me in the past... SO... tonight, MAIN EVENT... Quentin Barnes, you will go one on one with someone you have never fought before... a man who has a major advantage right now... You're options are fight this man and lose... Or you could just... Quit... Either way, you forfit your right to fight in any wrestling federation until I see fit... That man... IS ME!" MR: "WHAT A MATCH!" HI: "This would be fun..." QB: "So... That's what this is all about? Making me quit... or humiliating me? Well... You've done your job Jay... Tonight will be my last night in WsW... Either way, my knee... It's gone... One more match is about all I think I could handle... So you wanna take on this beaten up, neverwas choke artist tonight Jay? I'll give you your match... But I need an insentive too... You're so confident you're gunna win... Then you put WsW on the line!" HI: "This could be bad..." MR: "This could be very different..." Jay V: "Quentin Barnes Vs Jay V... for WsW... you with your knee like it is... I have no doubt I'm going to kick your ass... No doubt what-so-ever... You, my friend, ARE ON!" Barnes
and Virtue both smile as we head back to ringside for our
first match of the evening... |
A Match between the Champions and their contenders... After a quick start to the match it calmed down to a slow but pateint match... Damon took control on Williams before Williams came back with a large offence of his own. A few quick tags between Williams and Collins taking it to the champions... Damon finally makes a tag and KP comes in on the attack... the 4 men get into the ring and fight, the referee unable to control the match... He calls for a Double DQ! DRAW
BY DOUBLE DQ |
MR: The back room people will kill you for that remark! HI: Like I really give a rats ass! MR: Why do you always have to act like this hard ass? HI: Why are you always whining like a 10 year old girl? MR: That was uncalled for! HI: Ah Shut up! MR: …… HI: That’s right bitch! MR: Anyway lets get to our next match! HI: Liana Vs The WsW! Suddenly the lights in the arena go out HI: Christ! We are WSW damn it! Damn Canadians! MR: Folks it seems we have lost power here in the Edmonton Center A techno beat echoes in the background as MR and Icon both look at each other. The beat slowly gets louder with each passing moment. HI: What in the blue hell is going on! MR: Tell me you didn’t just say blue hell HI: Go screw yourself MR! The techno beat gets even louder when it suddenly stops. A purple light suddenly fills the arena. Smoke begins to bellow out from the entranceway. Glitter and confetti falls from the ceiling and Vangelis’ “Midnight Express” hits the speakers! MR: I think I know whats going on now! HI: Not this fruit! MR: I think you like this kind of music HI: What? Are you calling me gay Mike?!?!?! MR: How the hell you got “You are gay” out of I think you like this kind of music I shall never know… HI: ummmm…. Shut up Mike! The music continues to blare through the speakers as more confetti and glitter fall to the ground. The lights in the arena resemble that of a night club as the entire crowd is on their feet and cheering. Suddenly a spotlight hits the ceiling of the building. Out of nowhere appears a man wearing a white trench coat and all white wrestling gear. He poses for the fans and begins dancing??? HI: What the hell is he doing? MR: Dancing!…Whoo!! HI: Get the hell away from me Mike… The man does some dance moves and turns so his back is facing the crowd. From the rafters he points to the back of his trench coat. In a vibrant array of colors “Revolution” is printed on the back! HI: What the hell happened to this guy? He was the Japanese Assassin and now he is the dancing freak! MR: I happen to think he is pretty damn cool! HI: Mike are you dancing?? MR: I cant help it! Neither can the fans as everyone is on their feet. Jiro grabs a hold of a cable line and slides down smoothly. His feet plant onto the floor in the middle of the crowd on hand. They all rush forward to see Jiro. Jiro pauses and dances all the way towards the guardrail. Once there he leaps over quickly and slides into the ring. Jiro points and starts another impromptu dance party! HI: They don’t pay me enough for this shit… MR: Get up and dance Mo’Fo! HI: MR…I am going to kill you if you don’t get away from me now… Jiro dances in the ring as
suddenly we see security rushing out from the back.
They surround the ring |
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"Violent Mood Swings" by Spineshank hits as The WsW makes their way to the ring... HI: Ha ha ha... Liana is gunna get her ass whipped tonight! MR: You are so, so sick Icon... HI: She could get naked too... "Ace Of Spades" by Motorhead kicks in as Liana makes her way out to the rampway... The fans explode into cheers. Liana makes her way to the ring followed by Paige... She rolls into the ring and goes straight on the attack a Low Blow on Slugger! She nails a few uppercuts and forearms into the face of Weston! HI: Woah... MR: Liana takes it on the offensive... Slugger comes back with a forearm smash to Liana's back... Then a body slam! HI: This is more like it... Weston gets to his feet, he runs from the far side and nails a shining wizard! She hits the matt like a sack of... potatoes... Slugger pulls her up and Slams multiple headbutts to her head and chest... HI: Wow... his head bouncing off her... MR: Chest Icon! Weston smashes her head to the ground with a DDT! The referee makes no attempt to get either man out of the ring until Paige protests... Finally, Slugger climbs out! HI: Dammit! I was hoping for 2 on 1... Weston takes the lead lifting her into the air, smashing her to the mat with a Jackhammer! He climbs to the top rope and dives off backwards landing with a Moonsault! He tags in Slugger... As Liana struggles to her feet, he runs nailing a facecrusher! MR: The WsW take major control here! Liana holds her face as Slugger pulls her up and whips her to the far side, she ducks a clothesline... and a reverse elbow, From the far side she nails Slugger in the face with a Dropkick! The crowd go wild! HI: What the... MR: YEAH! GO ON LIANA! HI: Wow... for a moment... I thought you were attracted to a girl... She stands up and drops an elbow drop on his sturnum... She builds some momentum with a leg drop. She nails Weston on the apron. He tries to get involved in the match but the referee holds him back,allowling Liana an oppertunity... She slams her forearm into Slugger's groin! HI: HOLY FUCK... Her momentum increases even more, she flips Slugger ontothe top rope, hooks a suplex and nails Wasted! She smiles at the fans as she climbs to the top rope to nail the KGSG... Alas, Weston runs along the apron and pushes her off... her neck landing on the top rope, snapping back... MR: HER NECK MAY BE DAMN BROKE! Slugger makes it to his partner and tags in Weston... He heads into the ring and takes Liana down with an Enziguri! As she holds the back of her head on te ground, Weston lays the boots into her spine... She yelps in imense pain... MR: What are they doing to this women?! HI: Not fucking her... I think she needs to get laid... then she wouldn't treat guys genitals so badly... Weston smiles and looks at his partner nodding... He grabs her and puts her in a suplex position... Lifting her high into the air, he nails the Broken Brain... Going to the outside he climbs to the top rope. He tags in Slugger but then dives off with the Fullumpadoo! HI: Why tag out!? He has it won.... MR: This is why... Slugger climbs to the middle rope and smiles... He poses for a moment as we see a women hurtling down the aisle... Slugger bounces and drops the Watch Out... Damn near crushing the 150lb Liana! 1... 2... NO! THE REF HAS BEEN PULLED OUT OF THE RING! HI: What... MR: The.... HI: FUCK!? This women jumps into the ring and starts nailing both Weston and Slugger! This random female nails both men, with lefts and rights... Liana gets to her feet, and joins in! The crowd explode! This random female with the name "Dylan" on her tights takes Weston out of the ring with a big clothesline... HI: What the hell is going on!? MR: I have... NO idea... In the ring, Liana nails the Wasted for the second time of the night... On the outside, The referee gets to his feet and pulls Weston and "Dylan" apart... He holds back Dylan as Weston sneaks around the ring... Liana climbs to the top rope and dives off nailing the KGSG! 1... 2... 3! The referee on the outside does not see the pin being made... Lia jumps to her feet and starts shouting over the top rope to Dylan, the ref STILL holding her back... She turns to be greeted with a chair shot to the face from Weston, knocking her out cold! The referee turns to see Slugger on top of Lia... Dylan tries to get into the ring but is dropkicked by Weston... 1... 2... 3! WINNERS BY PINFALL = THE WsW Dylan gets into the ring and see's to her sister as The WsW make their escape up the ramp... HI: Great victory for The WsW! MR: Cheating bastards... HI: Get over it... We fade
to a commercial... |
The scene reopens up again in Kris' new and improved backstage locker room...it is a full foot bigger than his closet was!* Krazy Kristopher: "Whoo, gotta prepare for my interview with the Boss, Jay V! I finally get to meet the boss face to face!" Reg: "Didn't you just curse Jay V a little bit ago at the airport?" Krazy Kristopher: "Whatcha talkin' bout Reg?" *Reg turns the TV on, pulls out a mysterious black tape, slams it into the VCR...breaks it...he wrestles the tape out, turns around, puts it nicely in the other TV/VCR in the room, and the TV shows: Krazy Kristopher: "Okay okay...so I didn't get anyone's numbers or emails...how was I suppose to know that they don't get WSW in Scotland? NO ONE TOLD ME!! DAMN YOU JAY V, DAMN YOU!!"* Ernest the Cameraman: "See?!" *Kris turns bright red, looks at the camera, and says:* Krazy Kristopher: "Hehe...I LOVE YOU JAY V!!" Ernest the Cameraman: "Asskisser!" Krazy Kristopher: "Like you got a room to talk...What were you doing to Reg over in Scotland?? Ernest the Cameraman: "Dude...I was drunk and the guys at the pub...someone named Vay J, told me that it was the traditional Scottish greeting..." Krazy Kristopher: "I'm sure they did." Reg: "Well, I enjoyed it." *Kris and Ernest shudder like an American automobile.* Krazy Kristopher: "I'm sure you did...Now, let me see...my interview...jeez, I'm just gonna blab about how I have the WSW title...nothing can make me happier...sound good?" Reg: "You're sure that nothing can make you happier?" Krazy Kristopher: "Pretty damn sure!" *A knock on the door is heard.* Krazy Kristopher: "OPERATION BANTHA GO!" *Kris hides underneath the bed, Ernest tosses the lamp shade on his head, and Reg opens the door to reveal a buxom Arabian woman dressed in a WSW Tshirt and black jeans.* WSW Staff Member V. Yaj: "Package for Krazy Kristopher!" Reg: "Why thank you my lady..." *Reg takes the package from her." WSW Staff Member V. Yaj: "I need his signature for it..." Reg: "Certainly!" *She hands Reg a clipboard and pen. Reg slides both under the bed...a loud crack can be heard, and Kris cursing is also audible...the clipboard slides bakc out from underneath the bed in two pieces and the pen comes back out right after with what looks like blood on it. Reg scoops it up and gives both to her.* Reg: "HIT THE BRICKS SISTAH!!" *Reg slams the door in the WSW staff member's face. Ernest tosses the lamp shade back onto the dresser...why it was there, no one will know...and Kris comes out from underneath the bed. Reg hands the package to Kris. Kris sniffs the package...squeezes the package...then rips the mofo apart like a group of Mexican kids with a Pinata. Inside the package is...THE SPANISH WOMEN'S MIDGET CHAMPIONSHIP!!" Krazy Kristopher: "MY BABY!!" *Kris looks like he's about to cry.* Ernest the Cameraman: "But wait boss...there's more!" *Ernest reaches into a drawer of the dresser and pulls out the lates edition of BIG'UNS! He then hands it to Kris.* Krazy Kristopher: "I'm gonna wet myself! Thanks guys! Everything is perfect...well almost perfect..." *Reg reaches into the same drawer and pulls out a bag of pistachios and a Frappuccino from Starbucks!* Krazy Kristopher: "OH GOD!!" *Kris breaks into tears...his
WSW title on one shoulder, his Spanish Women's Midget
Championship on the other...sipping his Frappuccino,
occasionally flicking a pistachio into his mouth, and
leafing through the Big'Uns...fades to commercial.* |
“Come As You Are” by Nirvana plays as Icon raises from his announce booth. The crowd let off a significant pop for the WsW Hall Of Famer as he rolls into the ring, crucifix posing at the crowd. MR: Icon was never truly conventional… yes he’s the referee… he just decided he didn’t like the look of a referee’s shirt… “Get Some” by Snot plays as Griffith calmly makes his way to the ring. Icon tells Griffith to get in the ring and ignore the croquet mallet that is outside the ring. As Griffith poses for the crowd, “It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi begins to play. The crowd get to their feet in unison as Icon hops to the outside and puts the croquet mallet in the ring, under the turnbuckles. Chad comes out to a huge ovation as he slaps fan’s hands on the way down. Icon then tosses in a trash can, it’s lid and a steel chair into the ring. MR: Unconventional refereeing indeed… Chad slides into the ring, not knowing that Griffith has the trash can lid and gets metal dented across his head. The bell sounds, the music stops and Chad rolls to the outside, holding his head in pain. He turns around to face the ring again as Griffith hits a low dropkick, into the can lid, sending it into Chad’s face. MR: Look at Icon, smiling like never before! Griffith hops to the outside and sends Chad shoulder first into the steel steps. Griffith proceeds to slam Chad’s head into the steps, making him bleed slightly, but early on. Griffith then rolls Chad Columbo into the ring and follows. Chad grabs the Steel Chair and throws it at Griffith. Griffith shows superb reflexes to catch it, but Chad jumped up and superkicked the chair into Griffith’s face. Chad picks up the trash can, and nails the kneeling Griffith in the head, sending him reeling back on his knees. Another can shot and Griffith starts to look groggier, instead of a final shot, Columbo dumps the trash can onto Griffith’s head and shoulders, before picking the chair up. He steadies himself, then lets rip with a MASSIVE chair shot to the trash can. Columbo is on the top rope as Icon stands in front of Griffith, shouting no, telling Columbo to get down. Griffith stands as Columbo leaps. Icon ducks and Columbo nails him with his The Cracker!! Columbo covers as Icon makes the fair 1…2….3!!! WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL = CHAD COLUMBO!! As Columbo celebrates on the middle rope, Griffith's get's to his feet... Icon grabs the Croquet Mallet and hands it to Griffith who smirks... He takes a run up and swings it... Smashing the knee of Columbo who falls to the mat in huge amounts of pain! Raising the mallet up again he slams it down twice more on Columbo's knee... MR: ICON! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO!? HI: He never answered my challange... Sid
Griffith's smiles as he turns and makes his way out of the arena... |
Jay V: And now for the moment that 26 people have been waiting for…I get to interview the WSW Champion, Krazy Kristopher! "ALL ABOARD!" is heard as "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne screams forth from the Public Announce system. Krazy Kristopher steps out from the entrance way with the WSW Title wrapped around his waist and the Spanish Women's Midget Championship on his shoulder. The crowd goes nuts as he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, posing in the middle by holding up both titles. Jay V: Congratulations champ…you earned it. Krazy Kristopher: Thanks Boss. Jay V: How does it feel to be the WSW Champion? Krazy Kristopher: Well MR. V., It feels spectacular…like someone found a way to combine the experience of eating a pistachio, drinking a Frappuccino, and looking at Big'Uns! Jay V: Speaking of Big'Uns…did you happen to see the spread this month? Krazy Kristopher: I sure did Mr. V! Krazy Kristopher & Jay V: MREOW!! Jay V: Okay…Any words for the fans or the guys and gals backstage? Krazy Kristopher: Well to the fans, I'd like to thank you all for helping me reach this position…and to tell you all one very important thing…KEEP BUYING MY SHIRTS! I'll be able to retire in another month or two if the shirt selling keeps its current pace. Jay V: You do know that I get all the money from the shirt sells…don't you? Krazy Kristopher: Crap. Jay V: Sorry… Krazy Kristopher: No problems…what do I get paid then? Jay V: I believe your contract states that you get unlimited pistachios, Big'Uns, Frappuccinos, and 5000 dollars a month… Krazy Kristopher: Dude! That's like 20 grand or something! Jay V: Or something… Krazy Kristopher: Anyway, to the guys and gals in the back…I want to warn you all that I'm fragile so don't hurt me. Also, that I am going to be a fighting champion…anyone that wants to face me, as long as the Boss approves, I will meet them in the ring! Guy, Gal, or Adz…it doesn't matter. Jay V: So that means you don't care who wins the main event tonight? Krazy Kristopher: Well no… Jay V: But you just said… Krazy Kristopher: Yeah…but that Revolution dude…he freaking killed someone in one of his promo or interviews or something…just to prove that he could defeat me… Jay V: He didn't kill anyone… Krazy Kristopher: Bull…I saw it with my own eyes… Jay V: The guy is okay now. Krazy Kristopher: The guy was DEAD!! Jay V: He got better. Krazy Kristopher:…Oh…OKAY! Jay V: Well, we need to proceed in the rest of tonight's matches…so I need to hurry up and crown you the new WSW Champion. Krazy Kristopher: But Jay…I already have the title… Jay V: But you don't have the name plate nimrod. Krazy Kristopher: Sure I do! Kris reaches into his pocket and pulls out a golden rectangular object…the camera zooms in to indeed show that it is a name plate with Krazy Kristopher written on it. Jay V: But…How… Jay reaches into his pocket and pulls it inside out…nothing. Jay V: I had that a few minutes ago… Krazy Kristopher: I know, I went into your office right before the interview to ask you for permission to do something…but you were out "training a secretary" I believe the old hag in front of your office said…I noticed the name plate and took it… Jay V: Mother Fuc- Krazy Kristopher pulls out a drill and proceeds to attach the name plate to the belt. The camera zooms in to show that it is upside down. Kris puts the belt on around his waist and looks down. Krazy Kristopher: There we are! Jay V: It's upside down… Krazy Kristopher: No it's not…I can read it just fine… Jay V: That's because you are looking at it from a particular vantage point… Krazy Kristopher: Wizzle Wazzle? Jay V: Never mind…This interview is over. Krazy Kristopher: But wait, there's more! Jay V: Oh Crap…I mean Yay. Krazy Kristopher: Hit it guys! "We Are the Champions" by Queen issues forth from the PA system, and balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling. Krazy Kristopher: And fans, if you look around you, you'll see arena staff presenting you with free pistachios, Big'Uns, and Frappuccinos! Jay V: Wow Kris…I'm impressed! You spared no expense on your fans tonight! Krazy Kristopher: Not really… Jay V: How could you not with all this free stuff you're giving them? Krazy Kristopher: Well…I tried to pay with counterfeit money…but the stores wouldn't take it…they said that they would let me slide since I'm the WSW Champion…but they were going to track down and destroy the copier I made the duplicate bills with and sue the owner… Jay V: Poor Sap… Krazy Kristopher: Don't Insult yourself like that Boss. Jay V: Crap. Krazy Kristopher: I thought the plan was flawless…I tried to pay for all the stuff with hundreds of two dollar bills…no dice. They wouldn't take my bad money…so I gave them a bad check…thus how I got all this stuff to give to my fans! Jay V: Wow…that's dirty…you'd make a good corporate man some day. Krazy Kristopher: That's what the FBI and CIA agents said backstage. Jay V: Crap. Alright, NOW this interview is over…Congratulations again, you crazy son of a bitch…now if you excuse me, I gotta go save my copier and my money… Krazy Kristopher: But why? Jay V: I hate you… And I have a big match to prepare for... But first, I have a special surprise for you... The official awarding of the WsW Heavyweight Championship by a WsW Legend... HUGHSEY 2 HOTTY!" HI: What the fu... {Music} hits and Hughsey 2 Hotty makes his way to the ring holding the WsW title, Kris looks around... Title missing... Krazy Kristopher: "What the f..." Hughsey gets into the ring and looks around. He smiles holding the WsW Heavyweight Title. As Jay goes to speak and Kris reaches out for the title, Hughsey swings it, knocking Kris out and to the ground! MR: "What the f..." Jay V: "What the f..." Hughsey slams the boots into Kris who is unconcious on the floor... Rolling to the outside to avoid the onslaught. Hughsey moves to the outside and measures Kris, laying him out with a second belt shot. H2H then lifts KK into the air and tosses him into the crowd! Hughsey then turns and makes his way out of the arena... Followed by a stunned Jay V... MR: What a champion for the WSW to have… And what a fantastic return to WsW for H2H... Right before the commercial break, the camera picks up Kris' limp unconscious body still body surfing near the nose bleed seats… HI: But…how…he got up to the third level of the arena…how? MR: Don't ask…It's best if you don't question how things work when Krazy Kristopher is around… FADES TO COMMERICIAL FOR THE NEW KRAZY
KRISTOPHER T-SHIRT, WHICH PROUDLY PROCLAIMS: "BUY MY SHIRT,
BUILD MY RETIREMENT FUND!" |
MR: What a night it has been! HI: That's for sure…I wonder how Columbo is doing… MR: Poor Columbo… HI: I hope his leg was only shattered into a couple of pieces… MR: I'm sure he'll take that as a "get better" message. HI: Certainly. "In Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys blears from the PA system, and the crowd goes nuts! Justin Bred saunters on down to the ring, clumsily climbs into the ring, and props himself up in the corner…his skin is a sickly yellowish color. HI: Justin Bred does not look good…he must have saw the Columbo incident… MR: Well he better shape up, because if Bullet gets the win in this match, he'll have to face Bullet and…well, wait. The stipulation is if Bullet wins he gets added to the Stipulation Title bout next Mutiny between Justin Bred and Columbo…but Columbo is in no way going to be able to wrestle that soon… HI: A shame…a damn shame! MR: Right…so I guess, unless Bullet gets the win tonight, Justin Bred will get a week off! HI: Well Columbo is having time off, so why not him? "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve plays, and Bullet runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He immediately starts hitting Justin Bred with stiff rights and lefts. Justin Bred goes down to his knees. Bullet runs, bounces off the ropes, and hits a dropkick to Justin Bred's face. MR: Bullet doesn't want to give him time off! HI: Then don't hit him with a croquet mallet… Bullet allows Justin Bred to scramble to his feet, than goes for a big clothesline. Justin Bred ducks, causing Bullet to run into the corner. Justin Bred catches him with a Russian Leg Sweep as he bounces back off the corner. Justin Bred floats over and goes for a pin. One count only. HI: How in the hell does a 376 pound man do a float over? MR: Don't ask. HI: The sheer mechanics of it… MR: Justin Bred is trying to win it quickly…he doesn't look to be in any condition to wrestle for an extended amount of time. HI: Probably drunk…which is why everyone likes him…that and his mad musical skills… MR: Hickanomics? HI: Yeah, that too. Justin Bred picks up Bullet, and tosses him into the ropes. He hits him with a back body drop on the return. He picks him up and tosses Bullet into the ropes again, this time hitting a power slam on the return…1 count again. Justin Bred picks Bullet up and tosses him into the ropes yet again, but this time Bullet stops as Justin Bred bends over for another possible back body drop, locks on an inverted waist lock, and lifts up and drives Justin Bred into the mat with a tremendous Snap Powerbomb! Only a two count. MR: Almost had him there! HI: Good try…but a power bomb isn't going to keep Justin Bred down…he should try a croquet mallet…that seems to work…poor Columbo…heh. Bullet gets up and pulls Justin Bred up too. He tosses him into the corner, then crashes into him with a spear. He then picks up and places Justin Bred on the top turnbuckle, climbs up and hits a beautiful superplex into a float over pin. Ref: 1 MR: He may have him here! HI: I don't think so…Justin Bred is a little stronger then that I think. Ref: 2 Justin Bred kicks out with authority. Both men pulls themselves up to their feet using the ropes. They meet each other in the middle of the ring and start exchanging punches. After a good 10 punches by each man, Justin Bred ducks under a right hand by Bullet…Bullet turns around only to be lifted clear off the ground in a Military Press…then slammed to the mat. MR: Big move by Justin Bred. HI: Poor Columbo…if he tried that same move, his leg would crumple beneath him… Justin Bred tosses Bullet into the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam on the return…Bullet kicks out at one. MR: Bullet is not going down without a fight! Justin Bred picks up Bullet and drives him down, back first into his knee. MR: Backbreaker! Justin Bred continues the offense by picking up and tossing Bullet into the ropes. He knocks down him down with a BIG clothesline. Justin goes for a pin but Bullet kicks out at 2. MR: Bullet wants that shot at the Stipulation Title! Justin Bred scoops up and slams down Bullet hard. MR: Justin Bred has shifted this match to his control. HI: But for how long? Justin Bred goes for a pile driver, but Bullet kicks his feet and drops back the mat. He then hits a low blow on Justin Bred. MR: Low blow by Bullet! Justin Bred doubles over in pain…he then receives a big upper cut from Bullet, knocking him upright, but not off his feet. HI: And that was an uppercut! You see, I can state the obvious! Bullet slaps a hand on the throat of Justin Bred, but Justin Bred kicks him hard in the groin…he then lifts up Bullet high into the air…stalls for a bit, then drops him down on the mat with a huge flapjack! MR: INCESTUOUS REST! HI: Ewwww. Justin Bred points to the ropes…the crowd roars back! MR: I think he's going to make some Pancakes! HI: What is this guy…Haystacks Calhoun? Justin Bred bounces off the ropes and jumps high up in the air, attempting a big body splash, but Bullet gets his legs up in the air…fully extended, causing Justin Bred's stomach to collide with both of Bullet's feet. HI: Smart move! Bullet gets up slowly, and heads over to the corner. MR: What is Bullet doing? Bullet climbs up to the top rope and perches there, watching as Justin Bred tries to pull himself up off the mat. HI: Maybe he's trying to "snipe" him...heh…I slay myself! Justin Bred gets up to his feet, but is bent forward…Bullet launches himself off the top rope flips forward and hits a leg drop on the back of Justin Bred's head, driving it hard into the mat. MR: HEADSHOT FROM THE TOP ROPE!! HI: Quite observant of you… Referee: 1 MR: IT'S OVER!! Referee: 2 HI: Yeah he ain't getting up…that move was like a croquet shot to the noggin… Referee: 3 WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE STIPULATION TITLE = BULLET!! MR: BULLET IS GOING TO MUTINY FOR A STIPULATION TITLE SHOT!! HI: Yes, everyone can see that…no need to shout… MR: JUSTIN BRED BETTER BE READY, OR HE IS GOING TO BITE THE BULLET! Jay V: Ahem… I would like to interrupt… As this MAY *Laughter* be my last in charge… I decided to make the change to the match you have just seen… But, I may have neglected to mention it before… Congratulations Bullet… YOU are the NEW WsW Stipulation CHAMPION… WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEW STIPULATION CHAMPION = BULLET!! HI: Dude…drop it down a notch would ya? I'm trying to get feedback on how crippled…er…how Columbo is doing… FADE TO COMMERCIAL FOR "BITE"
THE NEW ENERGY DRINK FROM PACKER THREE. |
Kid: You're music's hitting in five... four.... The scene changes back to the arena, and three seconds later, Rainbow's excellent Gates of Babylon starts blasting through the sea of humanity. Boos echo from every portion of the room, as self-proclaimed asshole Stryfe appears at the top of the ramp. No pyros explode; it's not his dramatic entrance. The music simply plays, foregoing the fifty-second intro, and Stryfe walks towards his ring paying attention to nothing but the music and where he's going. Once in the ring, his music dies down almost immediately and the fans are silent as he summons for a microphone. S: I realize we're on a... what... two hour time limit... so I'm going to make this relatively quick, if you don't mind. The fans give a response indicating that they don't. S: I didn't think so. Revolution, I'm just out here with a few questions on my mind. Are you ready for tonight? Because I most certainly am. It's time to show the world what you can really do and prove to everybody that in a one-on-one match-up, you can take me down with ease. I've been waiting for this, waiting to see whether or not we'll be priviliged enough to once again watch you embarrass yourself as you bust a move. The fans cheer at Stryfe's mentioning "busting a move". He shakes his head at his surroundings, which consists mainly of morons. S: I can't confirm it, and I'm sure you'll deny it, but I'm guessing your pacing back and forth in your locker room right now. You're starting to get a little worried, because you're realizing that what you've said the past week was nothing but a load of crap. Right now, I couldn't be more relaxed. There's no doubt in my mind whatsoever that I won't walk out of this arena tonight with a shot at the belt scheduled for next week. Not so sure yourself though, are you, Revolution? Reality isn't quite as fun as the fantasy world created by your precious Extacy City, is it? That's the only reason people party and things; it's a retreat from the real world. You want to have the time of your life, because when you're not partying, your life is a miserable waste. Nobody wants to make anything happen so you waste your time on partying. Dancing the night away, while providing good material for songs, will not win you wrestling matches. Nothing will please me more than teaching the next generation a lesson, and it's going to begin with you Revolution. Gates of Babylon starts to
blast once again through the arena, as the fans continue
in their booing. Stryfe tosses the microphone to
the side and climbs out of the ring, and waits in the
ring for his opponent... |
Gates Of Babylon by Rainbow hits... MR: Here we go with what was meant to be our Main Event! The lights start to flicker and shafts of coloured light swing around the arena. Stryfe enters the ring looking dazed and confused. He moves to the corner looking outwards as the voice kicks in again. The lights return, but only momentarily before Jiro Revolutions music hits, the lights slowly dim till the entire arena is black once again. When the song's bass line rolls in, an explosion is set off and Rev finally emerges to the tune of Midnight Express by Vangelis. He runs, jumps dances & swings his arms around as he walks down the ramp to the ring. The crowd react very little as they are still dazed as to what they have just heard. MR: “ Stryfe better get his act together… Or something bad might happen here!” HI: “What like he might win?” MR: “Quite flappin you gums!” Jiro Revolution slides into the ring and attacks Stryfe straight away. He nails the Stryfe with rights to the side of his head knocking him back into the corner. Jiro moves back and spears him into the corner. Stryfe staggers out… MR: “Roundhouse kick to Stryfes face knocking him back into the corner.” HI: “Yeah! Quicly followed up with a Body splash.” Stryfe stumbles out and is knocked to the ground with a Spinning Heel kick! The crowds explode as Revolution jumps around getting an adrenaline rush. Stryfe gets to his feet and blocks a right hand. He nails several of his own before running off the ropes. Revolution catches him quickly with a Superkick! Stryfe is pulled to his feet and nailed with a Russian Leg Sweep. Revolution goes up top and delivers a leg drop. 1…2…kickout! Jiro stops for a moment and looks to the fans... He starts dancing! The crowd laugh at what they see before them! MR: “That was close!” HI: “Not close enough!” Stryfe gets to his feet and ducks a spinning heel kick. He goes for another clothesline but it is ducked and he is caught with a drop kick! MR: “Stryfe just can’t get any offence going!” HI: “That’s cos he sucks!” Revolution sets Stryfe up for a Jackhammer. Stryfe slides down the back of Revolution and Rolls him up with a SchoolBoy trip! 1…2… KICKOUT AT 2! MR: "NEAR FALL!" HI: "We almost had Kris Vs Stryfe 2!" Stryfe gets to his feet and rocks Revolution with a thunderous right hand, followed by a second and finally a Super Kick almost taking Revolution head clean off his shoulders! Stryfe went for a Fisherman's suplex! He landed hard on Revolution who bouced a couple of feet in the air and dropped to the mat. Stryfe, still in obvious pain from Revolution’ previous onslaught slowly drapes his hand over Revolution. The referee counts… 1…2… SHOULDER UP! Stryfe cannot believe it! MR: “I can’t believe Revolution got up from that!” Stryfe gets to his feet. Revolution ducks a clothesline and comes off the ropes and nails a spear! Stryfe holds his stomach as he lies on the floor. Stryfe staggers to his feet and Jiro nails him with the Greetings From Extacy City! HI: “YES! YES! THAT’S IT! Stryfe IS GONE!” MR: “There’s the 1… the 2… the NO! Stryfe got his shoulder up!” Revolution droped 3 elbows on Stryfe keeping him on the ground. Slowly, Revolution makes his way to the top rope but it is soon evident that Stryfe had been playing Possom! He jumped to his feet and knocked Revolution to a sitting position on the top rope. At that point he climbed to the second rope. MR: "Stryfe flips Rev off the top rope!" Stryfe smiles and pulls Rev to his feet, lifting him up he nails Jiro with a Russian Neck drop! HI: "Ooooh... Painful!" MR: "What the..." Over the crowd, comes surfing a still unconcious Krazy Kris... He is finally dumped over the barrier landing hard on his back unconcious... In the ring, Stryfe makes the cover... 1... 2... NO! THATS ANOTHER KICK OUT! Stryfe slams his fist on the floor and drags Jiro up again, Lifting him into the air he slams Jiro to the mat with the Burning Cross... 1... 2... NO! KICKOUT AGAIN! MR: "WHAT A FANTASTIC MATCH!" HI: "Eh... it aint bad..." Outside of the ring Krazy Kris slowly wakes up... He looks around and see's he's at ringside, he also sees Stryfe and Rev in the ring... He looks down and see's his 2 titles... The Spanish Women's Midget title and the World Heavyweight Title... He gets to his feet as Stryfe looks out to see him stood there... Jiro Rev also gets to his feet, looking bemused... Kris looks down again at the titles. He carefully places the Spanish Women's Midget title under the ropes and waits... HI: "What the HELL is Kris doing!?" MR: "Waiting for the right moment..." Stryfe and Rev turn back towards each other and begin to nail lefts and rights... Suddenly, Kris slides into the ring and nails Stryfe in the back of the head with the World Title belt! The referee goes to give the DQ victory to Stryfe as Rev swings at the Champ... Kris ducks, turns and connects with a title shot to Rev's head knocking him out cold... NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE MR: "WHAT A SMART MOVE! NO-BODY WON THE TITLE MATCH! NO-BODY IS THE NO. 1 CONTENDER!" HI: "That... Actually... Was... Smart... WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" We fade
to a commercial as Kris survey's the scene arond him... |
MR: Well Icon, Jay seems to be ready to fight… HI: After his involvement earlier, I think he expected something… but he has something up his sleeve. He must do… putting WsW on the line... especially at a Mutiny… it's just, un-characteristic MR: Well… the decision of making it No DQ, surely favours Barnes… Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the stage as red pyros shoot up from the stage. "Young Grow Old" by Creed begins to play as the crowd roar in excitement HI: Ohhhhh Shiiit MR: THE MONSTER HIGHLANDER!! HE'S HERE TO TRY AND TAKE WSW AWAY FROM JAY!!! As Highlander steps out onto the ramp, the camera shot changes to Jay, who's face has suddenly gone pale. He stops bouncing in the ring and swallows hard. Highlander climbs into the ring and stares at Jay with a sick smile. Jay quickly hops out of the ring as the bell sounds MR: The battle for WsW has begun!!! Jay scrambles under the ring as NH just stands in the ring, staring at Jay. Jay tosses a trash can into the ring, but Highlander swats it away. Jay: ….ahhh crap Jay goes under the ring and drags a fire extinguisher out. He then pulls a table out and slides that into the ring. Jay goes over to the timekeeper and throws him off his chair, before taking the chair. He tosses the chair hard at NH, who merely catches it in front of a wide-eyed Jay. Jay bends down and picks the fire extinguisher up as NH goes over to the side of the ring. Jay sets the fire extinguisher off, blinding NH momentarily. Jay puts the Extinguisher in the ring as NH drops the chair. Jay quickly hops onto the apron and climbs onto the top rope. He waits for NH to turn round, and as he does, Jay jumps off the top rope with a spinning heel kick, taking the big monster down HI: BEAUTIFUL! MR: I must admit, the WsW CEO with a very impressive move there Jay covers but NH throws him off just after the one count. Jay picks the chair up and as NH sits up, jay dropkicks the chair into NH's face. Jay goes for a cover, but is this time thrown out of the ring after a one count. NH rolls out of the ring and picks Jay up by the hair and throws him into the steps. MR: Things don't look too good for Jay right now… HI: If that schizophrenic fuck gets control… WsW will die… hear me?! DIE!!! MR: Well get in there and stop it HI: I uhh…. I'm commentating NH takes the top set of the steps up before laying Jay face up on the bottom half. NH looks into the crowd who are cheering manically as he lifts the stairs up… MR: You'll kill him, Highlander!! HI: …Jesus… Jay suddenly lifts his foot up into the groin of NH. NH bellows in pain as Jay rolls off the steps just as NH lets go and drops the upper half onto the stairs. Jay gets up quickly and hits a dropkick, sending NH reeling backwards. Jay quickly jumps onto the apron, takes two steps forward and then somersault flips at NH HI: OH NO!!! MR: WsW is changing hands!! NH merely catches Jay upside down. He spins around for a few seconds, showing everyone the position he is in and looks for a piledriver. Jay uses superb leg and body strength to pull himself back up as he begins landing right hand after right hand into the temple of NH. NH responds by powerbombing Jay down hard onto the "safety" matting. Jay's body thuds with the mats as the crowd 'ooh' and Jay turns onto his side, spitting blood out MR: Pin him, get this over with… Jay didn't stand a chance, why bother?! HI: He has more guts than brains, Mike… or maybe he realised that he really wanted to be a wrestler, to see how he treated others… NH goes for the pin 1…2… shoulder up! NH laughs before choking Jay for a good minute. He then pins Jay again, hooking the leg 1…2…. NH lifts Jay up, shaking his head. He rolls Jay into the ring and follows. NH picks the Trash can up and stands it up, he then lifts Jay onto his shoulder, and dumps him unceremoniously, head first, into the trash can. Jay's legs start wiggling around, trying to get out of this predicament, as NH runs into the ropes and dropkcicks the can, sending Jay and the can over!! HI: HOLY CRAP!!! I have NEVER seen that before!! MR: If Jay wasn't dying before… that'll kill him off The can is still covering Jay's head though, so NH goes to the second rope and jumps off with a leg drop, crushing the can into Jay's head!! He pulls the can off and tosses it outside as he looks down at Jay, laughing MR: Dear God… HI: Mike… NH needs to pin Jay now… this isn't good... he's lost a ridiculous amount of blood… MR: Unfortunately, there MUST be a winner... and there MUST be an owner of WsW… HI: And the way Highlander is picking Jay apart… we could be here a while… NH systematically sets the table up, fairly near to a corner and goes over to Jay. He picks Jay up, who's face is now red with blood, and seems almost lifeless. He tosses Jay into a corner and begins punching him in the ribs, measuring the shots to perfection HI: Screw this… Jay needs an equaliser… Before MR can say anything, HI has dropped his headset and rushes into the ring. The crowd go nuts as NH turns around, gets kicked in the stomach and Hardcore DDT'd!!! Icon crucifix poses to huge cheering before he rolls out the ring and takes his announce booth spot back HI: COME ON JAY!! GET THE FUCK UP!! MR: Why did you do that?!?! HI: It was unfair, and Jay's the best damn boss I've had! NOW COME ON JAY!! PIN THE BIG BASTARD!!! Jay slowly crawls towards NH, and manages to drape an arm over him 1…2…3!!! MR: SO CLOSE!!! NH just about got his shoulder up. Jay rolls off, staring at the lights through his own blood, wondering how to even move, let alone what to do next. NH merely sits up, shaking his head and rubbing the top of it in pain from the Hardcore DDT. He points at Icon before flipping him the bird as he picks Jay up HI: HELL YES!! THAT'S MY MAN!!! Jay, out of desperation, low blowed NH. NH turns his back on Jay and is near the table, bent over in pain holding his jewels. In a moment of adrenaline flowing full, Jay flips up, grabs NH by the head and delivers a jumping That's Final! (Diamond Cutter) ONTO the table! Jay leapt over the table to hit the move and the table didn't break!! NH bounces backwards onto the canvas as Jay goes over to NH HI: PIN HIM!!! MR: UNBELEIVABLE MOVE!!! FANTASTIC SPIRIT!! Instead of pinning NH, Jay sees the table, still in tact and picks NH up, before rolling him onto the table HI: Oh for fu… JUST PIN HIM!!! Jay then slowly makes his way to the top turnbuckle as the crowd buzz in excitement. Jay motions to the crowd before leaping off with a picture perfect shooting star press!!! CRUNCH!!! The crowd go ballistic as we see NH just rolled off the table, and Jay sent himself flying through the wood!!! Jay rolls off, coughing vast amounts of blood up as Highlander gets to his feet... Highlander grabs his knee in pain... Looking around at the crowds... He pulls off his mask and smiles before throwing a Texas Bull Horn Sign in the air... MR: "WHAT THE HELL!?" HI: "HE'S TURNED BACK INTO BARNES! THIS IS JAY'S CHANCE!" Jay staggers to his feet and is greeted with a kick to the stomach... He's lifted up for the Barnes Storm... As Barnes swings Jay around, Jay lands on his feet! HI: "YES! BARNES IS GUNNA CHOKE AGAIN!" Jay runs from the far side, Barnes turns tossing Jay V into the air and bringing his face into the mat! MR: "WOLF BITE! WOLF BITE! WOLF BITE!" 1... HI: "NO!" 2... HI: "NOOOOOOOO!" 3!!!!!! MR: "OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!" WINNER BY PINFALL AND NEW WSW OWNER = QUENTIN BARNES/NEMESIS HIGHLANDER HI: "THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING!" MR: "IT HAS ICON! QUENTIN BARNES IS THE NEW WSW OWNER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Jay V rolls to the outside as QB gets to his feet... He leans over the top rope calling for the Microphone... QB: "Jay V... Tonight was the end of you're era... YOU HAVE SCREWED THESE PEOPLE FOR THE LAST TIME! NOW.... NOW IS A NEW ERA! And my first announcement as WsW Owner... NEXT WEEK... MAIN EVENT... WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... TITLE... Krazy Kris, you will defend... Whether you like it or not... But seeing as the No. 1 Contender's match was a No Contest... You will defend in a Triple Threat Match against BOTH Jiro Revolution and Stryfe... Inside a 15 Foot high steel Cage... With one added difference... There will be no ropes... Just ring posts... A FULLY METAL CAGE... Pin Fall and Submission only... If you leave the cage you forfit your chance at the title... And Jay... You stepped into the ring when you had no idea who you were going to face... I don't think you know now what you faced... But you're leaving WsW for good... Never to come back... I guarentee... AND YOU NEVER WILL!" Jay V heads back up the ramp, almost in tears looking out to the crowds... for the last time as the owner of WsW... In the ring, a limping QB climbs to the middle rope, saluting the crowds as we fade out! FADE OUT |