The arena started to dimmer down at first when "DOWN WITH DA SICKNESS" by DISTURBED hit on the PA System. The fans turned their heads and looked up to the entrance ramp as RAYNE made way down to the ring. The 6'4" challenger was greeted by a large tirade of jeers while walking up the aisle but nothing seemed to be effecting him. RAYNE looked like a man of stone, his face showing no emotion and his body showing no Fear. RAYNE climbed up onto the ring apron before getting into the ring. The camera moved around to get a shot of his face and the determination to win...was all but too visible. He waited inside the ring for the Challenger to make his appearance...and he didn’t exactly have to wait too long for the appearance itself...
"HATE ME NOW" by NAS began to blare over the sound system inside the arena and the fans now turned their attentions to that of the entrance and out walks, ONSLAUGHT. The fans cheered the man as he walked down to the ring although ONSLAUGHT was too focused on the man in the middle of the ring to be contending with the satisfaction of the crowd.ONSLAUGHT stopped midway down the entrance ramp and pulled a mic from out of the back of his ring attire. ONSLAUGHT looked up towards RAYNE and waited for the fans to die down before talking.
ONSLAUGHT: "Now RAYNE....I don’t see what the whole deal was with you and the number one contenders match is and to be honest, I couldn’t really care...the whole fact is that I spent one whole fucking week gearing up for this match...and you may not be Anything specail...but the fact of the matter is that I'll whoop yours just as bad...if not worse!
ONSLAUGHT then pulls his arm back and throws whatever he hand in his hand into the ring, as instantly a clowd of smoke fills the ring, revealing a smoke bomb. ONSLAUGHT's music then cuts as he slides into the ring and referee calls for the bell.
MR: You can't see a thing in there, now! Smart move by Onslaught!
SD: Yeah, too bad all p*ssies aren't that clever!
MR: SEAN!
SD: Face it, ONSLAUGHTS's got a inch or two on RAYNE, and he still won't jump into the ring and face RAYNE eye-to-eye. He's gotta blind him and hit him from behind. What a chump!
As the smoke clears, ONSLAUGHT hasn't yet attacked RAYNE, but is standing behind him, waiting for him to turn around. RAYNE is looking around frantically, grasping the folded metal step ladder in his hand, finally realizing ONSLAUGHT's waiting behind him. As RAYNE whips around, he swings the folded metal step ladder in the hopes he may catch ONSLAUGHT off guard, but ONSLAUGHT sees it coming and manages to duck under it, driving his shoulder into RAYNE's waist and driving him backwards into the corner, where ONSLAUGHT begins a barrage of body shots very reminiscent of Vader, and as ONSLAUGHT finally let's up and RAYNE begins staggering back and forth, ONSLAUGHT yanks the step ladder out of his hands and smashes it over RAYNE's head, dropping RAYNE to the mat, and rolling smartly out of the ring. ONSLAUGHT however, not to be evaded, runs over to where one of the metal trash cans are, and climbs up onto the top rope, holding the can upside down. As RAYNE slowly turns to go back into the ring, ONSLAUGHT leaps off the top rope and slams the trash can over RAYNE's head, trapping him inside. ONSLAUGHT then gives the trash-canned RAYNE a hard shove, knocking him off-balance and onto his back, as ONSLAUGHT hops onto the apron, jumps off, and lands on the can with both feet, stomping it down onto RAYNE and nearly flattening the trash can completely, and RAYNE as well. Mercifully, ONSLAUGHT finally pulls the trash can off of RAYNE, who's bleeding slightly from where the indented metal in the can cut him after ONSLAUGHTS's big stomp, and slams RAYNE face first onto the apron before rolling him back into the ring, and again climbing the top turnbuckle. As RAYNE struggles to get to his feet, ONSLAUGHT launches off and nails him with an elbow with to the forehead that drops RAYNE to one knee, but RAYNE fights back with a hard right hand to the midsection, followed by a European uppercut which causes ONSLAUGHT to stumble backwards, and then RAYNE grabs a crutch off the ground and sweeps ONSLAUGHT's legs out from under him, allowing RAYNE to jump on top of him and begin forcing the crutch down across ONSLAUGHT's throat, choking him.Then out of rage we see RAYNE jump up to his feet and move a few steps back,then turns around and look down at ONSLAUGHT gripping the crutch tightlly he just riffles the crutch over the face of ONSLAUGHT like a bat hitting a ball as the crutch explodes on ONSLAUGHTS FACE and blood starts to pour from his skull.
MR: Man oh man, have we got a fight on our hands tonight!
SD: I've seen better.
MR: (Sigh) HARDCORE ICON, right?
SD: How in the world did you ever guess?
RAYNE looks around and finds another crutch and walks back to ONSLAUGHT whos still on the canvas as RAYNE starts to choke ONSLAUGHT out.As ONSLAUGHT begins trying to force the crutch off of him, RAYNE extends his legs and uses them for leverage, now leaning down with most of his bodyweight onto ONSLAUGHT. ONSLAUGHT however capitalizes in the mistake be using his feet to kick ONSLAUGHT over him and land on his chest, now forcing the crutch down over his throat. As RAYNE uses every ounce of strength to fight ONSLAUGHT, ONSLAUGHT begins throws a leg over one side of the crutch then the other, so he's sitting on it with his thighs, his lower leg tucked under it on each side, now forcing the crutch down with his entire seated bodyweight, and freeing his hands up. With RAYNE now having to fight twice as hard, his face turning apple-red, ONSLAUGHT scans the space around for him for weapons, finding a pair of scissors right by his left foot. Picking them up, he grabs RAYNE by the hair and holds his head down, and slowly begins lowering the slightly parted scissors down over his forehead, as RAYNE's eyes begin to grow very wide, his face contorted as he exerts every last ounce of muscle to try and force ONSLAUGHT off. As the tips of the scissors touch RAYNE's forehead, ONSLAUGHT suddenly throws his arm into the air and goes to stab the scissors down right between RAYNE's eyes, but RAYNE manages to slip out from beneath ONSLAUGHT's legs, dropping ONSLAUGHT down onto the crutch ass-first, and having stabbed his own hand with the scissors. Screaming out in pain, ONSLAUGHT pulls the scissors from his blood-soaked hand, and slowly rises to his feet holding his wrist in shock, as RAYNE flips him both birds, kicks him in the stomach, and gives him an implant DDT right onto a lightbulb, which instantly explodes into little glass shardes, imbedding themselves deep into ONSLAUGHT's forehead, and now opening him up even more.
MR: The blood is really flying tonight, isn't it?
SD: Don't make me laugh! I've seen kids with scraped knees that look more severe then that!
As ONSLAUGHT slowly gets back to his feet, RAYNE grabs him up again and manuevers him over towards where another stray lightbulb has landed, and DDTs him on that one as well. Spotting a third lightbulb, RAYNE begins to drag ONSLAUGHT over for a third DDT, but ONSLAUGHT kicks him in the groin, doubling him over, and then whips him hard into the turnbuckle. The impact takes RAYNE right off his feet and down to his ass, leaning against the bottom rope. Seeing an opportunity, ONSLAUGHT picks up a hockey stick from the ring floor, and manages to find a hard rubber puck amongst the clutter as well, and clears himself a path on the way to RAYNE, sweeping the weapons aside and then giving RAYNE a couple hard shots with the hockey stick to keep him seated. ONSLAUGHT then returns to where his puck is waiting, winds up, and to the horror of the crowd let's one absolutely rip (the puck I mean), slapping the puck like an NHL All-Star Sniper, and drilling RAYNE right in the balls. Having bought himself all kinds of time with RAYNE unable to move or even breathe after the shot, ONSLAUGHT spots a few flourescent light tubes and begins to gather them up. He then places one across the top ropes, one across the middle ropes, and once across the bottom ropes in the far corner from RAYNE. He then walks back over to where RAYNE is, RAYNE's back now turned to him and crouched into a ball. As ONSLAUGHT reaches to pick him up, RAYNE whips around and throws a handful of broken glass into ONSLAUGHT's face, and then, spotting the flourescent light tubes, moves over towards them, his back to them. As ONSLAUGHT manages to brush most of them from his face, again able to see, he charges RAYNE with a full-head of steam, blood boiling with fury, and as he leaps into the air looking to turn a Lou Thesz Press into a face-rearranging punching combination, RAYNE catches him under the legs, turns around, and sweeps his legs out from under him, and uses his shoulder to bring him down into a wicked combination spear and spinebuster, right through the flourescent light tubes, all three layers, with him landing in the resulting pile of glass. With a second wind and a righteous rush of adrenaline, RAYNE jumps to his feet and screams SIT DOWN!
MR: THAT WAS SICK!
SD: Hey, maybe this match isn't a loss afterall!
MR: They're gonna be peeling skin off in hunks after that one.
SD: Like I said.........
As ONSLAUGHT slowly rolls over and back to his feet, his back has been absolutely torn to shreds and he's covered with blood, showing obvious signs of pain and fatigue as he walks, hunched over and cringing. As ONSLAUGHT holds onto the ropes to keep himself vertical, RAYNE still holds onto the fourth flourescent light tube, and is just waiting for ONSLAUGHT to turn around. As he does, RAYNE swings that thing like ONSLAUGHT's a big tent-stake he's trying to nail into the ground, but ONSLAUGHT drops to the mat, and the flourescent tube instead hits the top rope, sending it back into RAYNE's face and shattering into a million microscopic little pieces, knocking RAYNE out. Referee begins the count, but ONSLAUGHT shoves him aside, not wanting to end the match that way. As RAYNE lays spread out like a star-fish on the mat, absolutely destroyed from exhaustion, ONSLAUGHT begins sifting and sorting through the huddling mass of weapons, finally locating a pair of brass knuckles. Slipping them over his wrist, he then finds a six or seven foot strand of barbed wire, and using his taped fists to his advantage, he begins to wrap the barbed wire around the brass knuckled fist, and then slowly ascends the top rope, raising the barbed-wire fist in the air. ONSLAUGHT then dives off the top, easily clearing the nine or ten foot mark in air, and comes down with that loaded fist right into RAYNE's face, with those hard bronze brass knuckles driving the multiple layers of barbed-wire right into his nose and mouth. The most damage seems to be done, however, when ONSLAUGHT is initially unable to pull the fist off of RAYNE's face, the barbs wedged deeply into his skin, and as a result is forced to rip the barbed-wire right out of the flesh, taking meat right off the bone, and may I add, still isn't successful after six or seven tries. On the eigth, he places a foot on RAYNE's throat, and then similar to the motion of pulling the cord to start the motor on a lawn-mower, rips the barbed wire from RAYNE's face, as a shower of blood pours down from the wound, and flows down onto RAYNE's chest, spraying slightly as well onto ONSLAUGHT.
MR: I think I'm gonna be sick!
SD: I think I'm dangerously close to liking ONSLAUGHT!
MR: You could see the meat coming right off!
SD: I know! Isn't it great?!Its like a slaughter house up in this bitch.
As RAYNE cries out in pain, his hands over his mouth, ONSLAUGHT spots another goody amongst all of the weapons, what appears to be a Cricket helmet.
Picking it up and placing it onto his head, ONSLAUGHT backs up against the far corner waiting for RAYNE to turn around. As RAYNE manages to make it to his feet, still sore from "The Slap Shot" earlier, ONSLAUGHT charges across the ring, grabs RAYNE by the ears, leaps into the air, and drives
his forehead down onto the bridge of RAYNE's nose with massive headbutt, and as the blood begins to pour from RAYNE's nose thanks to that Cricket helmet. As RAYNE crawls across the canvas, trying a few times to no avail to stand.ONSLAUGHT picks up a wooden cane and begins pummeling RAYNE with it, eventually tiring himself out, and after one last powerful blow, ONSLAUGHT calls for the ref to begin the final count, confident there's no way RAYNE can recover. ONSLAUGHT then walks to the corner. he stands on the middle ropes and raises his hands in victory as the ref starts the count.
1......2......3......4......5.....6.....7......8.....9..................
MR: OH MY GOD! LOOK! LOOK!
SD: NO WAY!
As ONSLAUGHT waits patiently to hear that count of 10, he becomes suspicious as to what happened, and slowly turn around. There they see that RAYNE has pulled himself to his feet.Onslaught has a emence look of rage on his face as he charges at the bloody RAYNE but RAYNE ducks as ONSLAUGHT bounces off the opposite ropes RAYNE hits ONSLAUGHT with a superkick right between ONSLAUGHTS eyes.RAYNE pulls ONSLAUGHT up to his feet and begins to punch him in the face. ONSLAUGHT stumbles back, holding his nose. RAYNE approaches ONSLAUGHT and grabs him by the back of the head, walking him over to a large mirror. RAYNE attempts to toss ONSLAUGHT through it, but the glass doesn't break. Instead, a large crack produces right down the middle of it. ONSLAUGHT lands on the mat right in front of the mirror. RAYNE steps back a few before he runs up and kicks him right in the ribs. ONSLAUGHT uses the RAYNES tights to support his weight as he stands up. But, when he gets fully erect, RAYNE nails him right in the chest with a huge dropkick, causing the glass to shatter, and ONSLAUGHT falls through it and plummets to the outside covered in glass.
MR: Look at this! RAYNE has it won! RAYNE has it won!
SD: Not yet he doesn't!
As RAYNE bursts to life with a second wind, he demands that the ref begin counting ONSLAUGHT out, and the referee agrees, starting the ten count.
1.....2.....3, RAYNE gets into a three point stance, daring Sabre to get up. 4.....5......6, ONSLAUGHT begins showing signs of movement, and RAYNE begins to grow restless, absolutely itching to spear ONSLAUGHT right off the ground through 2 tables that are standing upright behind ONSLAUGHT if he gets up. 7.......8......ONSLAUGHT's sitting up but he's still struggling to get
to his feet, and as much as RAYNE wants to put him through the tables, he doesn't want to risk losing the count if ONSLAUGHT finds he can't continue.
9...... ONSLAUGHT's at one knee. ......just as ONSLAUGHT's about to get to his feet RAYNE takes him down with a running knee to the face, and then picks ONSLAUGHT up by the arm and whips him into the guardrail. As ONSLAUGHT rebounds RAYNE dives forward, looking for a spear, but ONSLAUGHT expertly dives over him, landing on his shoulders and tumbling forward in a somersault, and then springing back to his feet and rebounding off the opposite side, coming back a second time just as RAYNE is beginning to stand. Seeing ONSLAUGHT coming, RAYNE goes flat to the floor and ONSLAUGHT goes smashing through the tables in a heep of wood and flesh.
MR:WOW ONSLAUGHT just destroyed those tables and RAYNE has a look of convidence through his blood soaked face.
SD:Yes he may be bloody buts hes smart,look what hes doing now to stop the bleeding.
RAYNE grabs a white towel from around the time keepers table whips the blood from his face and eyes and then wraps it around his forehead like a headband.He looks back down at ONSLAUGHT whos still not moving,he kicks him in the gut a few times then yells at him to get up.
MR:Look RAYNE is egging ONSLAUGHT to get up,hes begging him to jump up so he can finish him off for good.
SD:What else could we possiablly see here in this brutal match.
MR:You got me we have seen everything.
RAYNE goes over and grabs a big bag of popcorn and then proceeds to open it up,empty half the bag and then pushes the time keeper outta the way and takes the ringbell puts it inside the bag of popcorn and twist ties it shut as the heavy weight of the bell rests inside the bag.
MR:WOW thats a inovative way to use the popcorn....ahhhh it warms my heart.
SD:Thats what you call EXTREME POPCORN.
ONSLAUGHT begins to stir as we see RAYNE walking up the ramp towards the video-tron where he stands holding the popcorn in hand taughting ONSLAUGHT to come up there.ONSLAUGHT looks around and finally sees RAYNE standing up top the ramp through his blood soaked eyes.He proceeds to walk up but on his way grabs a chair and points it at RAYNE who stands in a ready position,like hes about to go to war on ONSLAUGHT.
MR:Well this can't be leading to anything good now can it.
SD:Well look at it this way,somebodies bound to get really hurt here.
Finally ONSLAUGHT charges at RAYNE swinging his chair like a madman as ONSLAUGHT charges him RAYNE ducks and swings the popcorn bag like a pillow and it hammers ONSLAUGHT right in the head,knocking him back a step,RAYNE again reers back and levels him once more as the bell has made a hole and the popcorn pours out of the bag.Onslaught is down to one knee as he trys one more shot.RAYNE This time twists the bag up tight so the bag is more tighter to the bell.He swings and connects on ONSLAUGHTS head knocking him almost completlly out as he lays on the top of the ramp.Rayne holds his arms up in victory as he pulls something out of his tights and holds them up to the crowd to see.The camera zooms in and we see a pair of handcuffs in RAYNES hand.
MR:UH OH,I don't like this one bit for ONSLAUGHTS sake.
SD:Hes going to cuff'em and then kill'em.
RAYNE grabs the cuffs and cuffs up ONSLAUGHTS hands behind him and then lifts him up so hes eye level with RAYNE as he yells in his face.As RAYNE grabs the chair ONSLAUGHT brought up and swings it violentlly at ONSLAUGHTS skull we see ONSLAUGHT fall off the stage and through a pyrimid of 3 tables to the floor as RAYNE stands above holding the chair high and mighty.He tells the ref to count as ONSLAUGHTS outcold.
1.......2......3......4.......5......6.......7.....8........9.............10!
MR: There he is, folks! Your first taste of WSW's newest star RAYNE in a bloody and very violent win over ONSLAUGHT!
Rayne walks back to the ring as he holds his arms aloft. Suddenly, "Walk" by Pantera plays and from the curtains steps a 6'7", 300 lb. monster. He walks down to the ring calmly as Rayne stares suspiciously. On the man's shirt reads "Trent Sabor" in scratchy lettering. Sabor rolls into the ring as the music fades. He steps face to face with Rayne. Rayne doesn't waste any time and throws a punch, which is blocked by Trent Sabor. Trent grabs Rayne and whips him into the ropes, flapjacking him to the canvas when he returns. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, sliding back in and stalking his prey. When he turns around, Rayne has begun charging after him. He drops the chair and hits a drop toe hold on Rayne, sending Rayne face first into the steel chair on the canvas.
MR: “Well i cant say i really like Rayne all that much, but i think this is completely unjustified, Rayne’s just been through a hellacious match with Onslaught, he’s no match for anyone in his condition. Especialy not this monster!”
Sabor picks Rayne up and signals to the crowd, who throw their share of boos with enthusiasm. He picks Rayne up into crucifix powerbomb position and then drops Rayne on his head into a cradle piledriver, hitting one of his two finishers, "Red Fever." Sabor stands quickly with an intense stare straight towards Onslaught. He whips Onslaught into the turnbuckle. He then picks him up on the turnbuckle, signaling for his second finisher, "Sabor-Toothed Bomb." He lifts him on the top turnbuckle and drops him with a sit-out powerbomb from the top turnbuckle. Sabor stands above the two men, who are spread-eagle on the mat. He lifts his arms and "Walk" by Pantera plays again, Sabor leaving the ring as calmly as he had entered the ring.
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Our scene opens up from the Arena after quite the Pay-Per-View Legacy has proved to be already…The camera pans from the far back of the Australian crowds, panning into the stage set. The tron enters a stage of darkness…slowly words begin to echo throughout the arena ~~
* From the depths of a soul search the truth is found, a man returns…now with nothing left to lose – danger is converted to arrogance *
~~ “Beautiful People” by Marylin Manson blasts on the Tron, the crowd are dazed – from the words said they’d of thought a star was returning…slowly the runway below the tron begins to fill with smoke, fogging the crowd from seeing whom is on the stage. All that can be seen is a figure, pyros from either side of the stage begins to fly as the smoke begins to settle, and there standing on the stage is a man who makes his return…Scotty Flash. Suddenly an up roar begins to fire from the fans as Scotty just simply throws his right hand in the air…he belts down to the ring with speed before sliding under the bottom ropes and into the ring. Scotty mounts the nearest turnbuckle with his hands thrown in the air. His hair tied back and a smile on his face – He drops back down and is passed a microphone from the ringside technician. ~~
Scotty: I…(pauses) I didn’t know what to do until two hours ago. I didn’t know if I could be able to bring myself to it to come out here and say what has to be said. However, an explanation is within order for why I just vanished from the WsW – from the business. I’ll keep it brief and simple, ever since wrestling in the GCW I have had nothing but a nagging pain in my back…an injury that I haven’t been able to shake. For months I’ve wrestled through it. I’ve been nothing but shit during it and until two hours ago I didn’t know if the operation I had on January 6th had paid off, and well. To be honest I still don’t know 100% IF I am 100% cool. (Scotty Smiles) really I didn’t know what to do…I doubt if anyone backstage actually knew I was here.
[Crowd begins to chant]
Scotty: I’ve always been known for getting stuck in backstage and having a laugh with the boys, talking to them all and all that shit but you know – I just never knew how they’d react, I still don’t know how some people feel. One person directly in mind. However, I can’t just budge from something I love so much. I still don’t know what really to say [laughs] I guess I should leave it and let the show continue…but before I do go, I do have one message I have to make – that’s good luck; good luck Icon.
~~ Scotty drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring, slowly making his way up the runway…the camera pans in on the crowd chanting. Scotty stops at the top of the stage and raises his hand once again before making his way backstage ~~
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Match 2
"Dead Or Alive" by Bon Jovi hits as Jake Stranton makes his way to the glass house to a barrage of booing.
MR "This really will be a destructive match. The seven footer having to use a ladder to get into the ring here.."
SD "Hell yeah, four walls of ten feet high glass. Once you're in, you're only getting out of there one way.. and you'll wish you didn't get out of there."
MR "The ropes are gone, there's no turnbuckles, just thick glass."
"I'll Be There For You" by Hooty and The Blowfish plays as Adz accompanies Chad Dillon. Chad asks Adz to go to the back and a mini-argument happens. Adz eventually heads to the back as Chad Dillon takes his TV Title off and hands it to the ref on the outside
MR "Pinfalls on the canvas only folks, that's how to win"
SD "And the referee will make the count from outside the glass."
MR "Hey, Shane.. who will you be cheering for?"
SD "Whoever wins..."
Chad gets to the top of the ladder and jumps over the glass onto Stranton, taking the big man down with a cross body block. The bell sounds as the referee puts the ladder under the ring. Chad starts biting at the forehead of Stranton before picking him up and wipping him towards the glass. Stranton is able to stop just before the glass and turns around to see Chad running for him. Stranton merely puts his big boot up, sending it right into the face of Stranton
MR "Chad's been, unusually, quiet coming up to this match"
SD "I think Chad was intimidated by Jake's size"
Jake sends a boot into the ribs of Chad before picking him up and sending a knee into his gut. The near foot advantage of Stranton over Chad begins to take it's toll on Chad as Jake lifts Chad up into the air, military press style. He does reps with him a few times before throwing him up, level with the glass, and letting Chad's stomach land on Jake's knee. Jake rolls onto his side and spits some blood up, holding his gut. Jake just laughs at him as he tries to score a soccer goal with Chad's ribs.
MR "Jesus, Jake has this won already, don't he?"
SD "Looks like it.. GO JAKE!! WOOOO!!!"
Stranton picks Chad up, but receives a low blow. He holds his jewels as Chad puts Jake in a small package 1...2...kick out. Jake gets to his feet quickly and almost decapitates Chad with an hellacious clothesine. The back of Chad's head hits the glass as Jake grabs Chad. He then runs to the other side of the ring and throws Chad head first at the glass
Crowd "Ooooh"
MR "Damn, that must've hurt.."
Chad's head is bleeding, and the glass wall has only cracked. Jake, obviously frustrated at not being able to smash the glass on his first attempt, props Chad against the glass. He takes a few steps back and rushes at him with a big boot, sending Chad smashing through the glass, and Jake falling on top of him. Jake picks Chad up and walks around to another glass wall, and sends him through that with utmost Force. Jake slides into the ring, glass over his own body and places his foot on the chest of Chad 1..2...3!
MR "Quite possibly the most one sided TV Title Match ever..."
SD "Yeah, it was boring.. bring on the next match!!!"
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[The scene opens up inside J.C. Larriett's lockeroom where he is sitting down. The television is off, the room is quiet, Larriett has his head down, his hair draped over his eyes. He picks his head up revealing his face, and then begins to speak]
[[J.C. Larriett]]- "Look at my face, look at my name, look at what I've accomplished in my career. I'm a man of my word, I'm loyal to my fans, I despise people who aren't, and most important, I give it my all. Tonight, you all will witness something you probably would never ever see here in the WsW, something that will get you off from your feet, something...well, you'll find out soon enough. I impress many, but entertain all!"
[Larriett stands up from his seat and makes his way to the door. He opens it slowly, turns to the camera, and flashes a smile. He exits the room.]
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We are taken to a small montage of the Stipulation Title. We return to ringside, to see there are four sets of three stacked tables, around each side of the ring, and tables, folded up, around the barricades.
Match 3
"Doctor Feelgood" by Motley Crue plays as Angeldust makes his way to the ring, receiving a mixed reaction. He slides into the ring looking at the tables around the ring.
"March Of The Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails plays as JC Larriett steps onto the ramp, to a huge ovation. He jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring, staring Angeldust down. The referee instructs them not to fight until Nemesis Highlander makes his way out.
"Young Grow Old" by Creed plays as NH jogs down the ramp. JC awaits NH to slide in the ring, only to get dropkicked in the back by Angeldust. JC stumbles forward and gets a right hook from NH. JC rolls out of the way as NH drops his title and rolls into the ring. He and Angeldust start slugging it out, with NH getting the upper hand. NH goes to whip Angeldust into the ropes, Dust reverses, and NH runs towards the now standing JC who Drop Toe Holds NH onto the middle rope. JC begins choking NH on the middle rope, and Angeldust begins choking JC on the top rope!
MR "Fairly even thus far"
SD "Jesus.. it's been a minute into the match.."
Dust lets go, and in return, JC lets go of NH. JC stumbles around as Dust goes for a kick to the mid-section. JC catches his foot and dragon screws him, as he falls backwards, NH catches him in a waistlock and hits a release German Suplex, over the top rope, through three of the tables!
MR "Unluckily for NH, those tables were not a light.."
SD "And luckily for Angeldust.. "
NH turns around to JC who begins punching NH like a man possessed. NH more than happily retunrs the favour as the two go into a clubberin' contest. NH gets JC onto his knees and clubs away at his back as JC sends a vicious forearm into his groin. NH actually jumps up with the impact as JC stands and sends a swift right boot to the groin of NH. NH falls over onto his side as JC shakes his head at his own wrestling technique. His conscience soon disappears though as JC begins stomping away at NH. NH grabs JC's boot and trips him up. NH then picks JC up, looking for the Nemisender, but JC drifts out of the hold and spins NH around and hits him with The Practical Joke! (Vertical DDT) JC then look soutside, Dust isn't moving. JC climbs to the top turnbuckle.. NH is up! And he gets JC in the Nemisender!!!
MR "It could be over if some of these tables were alight"
SD "You have a light, Mike?"
MR "No.. why?"
SD "Damn.. never mind"
NH then spins around and hits the Highland Entry on JC Larriett, leaving him out cold in the middle of the ring. NH then rolls outside and looks under the ring, he pulls out two nails and a mallet! He sets up two tables near Dust and picks him up. He places Dust on the tables and drives a nail through the left hand of Angeldust!!! Dust screams in agony, before passing out when NH sends a nail through his right hand. NH then goes under the ring again and gets a can of petrol! He douses it over Dust while talking trash at him. Meanwhile, on the oppostie side of the ring, JC had slid out and set three tables alight. JC goes around the ring as NH opens a match box. One match left. He strikes it, and it lights. NH goes to drop it on Dust, but from behind, JC blows it out! NH turns around and looks at the laughing JC. JC then runs around the ring, NH following. From the crowd, someone in a black trenchcoat, and a baseball cap, pulled down over his face hops the railing. JC runs past him, as the man sends a huge chair shot to the face of NH, causing him to go down. The man drops the chair, before heading back through the crowd!
MR "Who the Hell was that?"
SD "I've no idea.. but look..."
JC has dragged NH up onto the apron and signals to the crowd. He lifts NH up in a suplex position and drops him on the top rope. As he hangs out to dry, JC gives NH a double underhook suplex through the flaming tables.
MR "HE DONE IT!! FINALLY JC LARRIETT WINS A TITLE IN WsW!!"
SD "Shibby..."
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Icon is standing backstage, he has the IC Title on his right shoulder as he stands outside his locker room
Icon "Shane, the time has come to finally prove what a boy wonder you are. To prove that you're not somebody who continually blathers about grammar and punctuation. To prove that the win over The Dark Lotus was not a fluke. To prove that you could've beaten The late Quentin Barnes without Kyle Dreamer's help. To prove that you're not the Commissioner's golden boy in whatever federation you're in.
This week, you've been extremly quiet.. for a change. Now either, you're shit scared about facing me in a submission match, and then a Hell In A Cell.. or you're dumbfounded. You're looking for ways to defeat me. You've been studying those video tapes of me in Japan, America, The UK, Hardcore City. And you don't know how to defeat me. Thing is, two fall match-ups, no body ever wins 2-0, right?
Wrong...."
Icon walks off towards the stage
As Rayne is seen walking down the corridor, in front of him Hardcore Icon appears to walk out of a dressing room, he turns to head down the corridor as Rayne appears in front of him and bumps into his shoulder, almost knocking Icon over, before continuing on his way. Icon stares after the WSW newcomer then simply smirks and shakes his head.
MR: “ I wonder what that was about?”
SD: “I dont know but I tell you what, Rayne better watch who he messes with, Icon ain’t no run of the mill KPA...”
MR: “I think you mean KWA.”
SD: “Whatever, the point is Raynes in the big leagues now, and if he thinks messing with Icon is a career jumper, he better be able to back up his shit.”
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MR: “Well here we go Shibby, quite possibly the most intense, and personal match of the night.”
SD: “Hey, if Best knew how to take care of his old lady, then Icon wouldn’t have had to step in.”
MR: “That’s crap and you know it.”
SD: “Hey, you saw the footage as well as I did, now I know Icon is a sadistic bastard, but a stalker he isn’t. The only reason he was in Bests house is because Veronica gave him the key, period!”
MR: “Well that remains to be proven.”
Icon and Best begin to stare one another down, neither man backing down as they come together, Icon begins talking trash as Best simply smirks, the crowd are on there feet going absolutely bananas as suddenly Best lashes out with a right hand to the face, followed by another, Icon’s rocks back against the ropes, Best sends Icon to the opposite side, Icon bounces off the ropes and Best attempts a clothesline, Icon ducks and keeps running, he bounces off the next ropes and flies off with a flying forearm smash that sends Best to the canvas. Best pops up immediately but Icon takes him down again with a quick clothesline, followed by a legdrop across the throat, Icon picks up Best and hits him with a piledriver. Icon immediately slides under the bottom rope outside the ring and pulls a table from under the ring.
MR: “Icon obviously concerned his personal traits wont be enough to see him through this.”
SD: “You’ve got to be kidding, he just wants the fans to get there moneys worth.”
Icon slides the table into the ring and follows it in himself, Best Is groggily getting to his feet as Icon grabs him and whips him into the corner, Icon follows him in and attempts to clothesline him into the corner, however Best lifts his knees and catches Icon, Icon stumbles back as Best flies out of the corner spearing Icon to the ground, Best hammers down with fists galore, before getting back to his feet, he picks up Icon and takes him down with a side Russian leg sweep, Best walks over to the table and picks it up, he then rests it up against the corner and walks back to Icon. Best attempts to whip Icon into the corner but Icon reverses, sending Best into the wood, however it doesn’t break, Icon bolts at Best but Best leapfrogs over Icon as Icon bumps his head into the wood, Best takes a few steps back, then launches forward, blasting Icon with ‘Simply the Best’, the impact takes him through the table!
MR: “Holy crap, Best just exploded and has put Icon at a sever disadvantage for this first fall.”
SD: “Don’t forget Michael, the only way to win this first fall is by submissions ONLY.”
Best immediately walks over to Icon and puts him in a figure four. Icon, still barely conscious at this point, looks in sever distress, Best clamps down the pressure as Icon looks like he wants to tap, Icon begins flailing his arms around and suddenly grabs hold of one of the steel legs of the table, he jerks forward and slams the item into the leg of Best, then a second time, Best lets go of the hold then rolls around the mat clasping his right knee. Icon slumps back on the mat, attempting to gather his bearings.
MR: “Well this match might still be in the early goings, but it certainly has been high impact. I really can’t see this fist fall lasting much longer.”
After what seems like an eternity Best pulls himself up, he walks toward Icon, but Icon lashes out again catching Best’s knee with the weapon, Icon gets up quickly and kicks Best in the knee, Best goes down and Icon drops the weapon, grabs Best’s knee and begins putting the boots to it repeatedly, Icon drags Best to a corner then slides under the bottom rope, Icon pulls Bests legs crotching him on the ring post, a collective ‘ooo’ can be heard from the male portion of the crowd as suddenly a chant of ‘wanker, wanker, wanker’ goes up in the direction of Icon, Icon looks confused but simply shrugs then proceeds to slap a figure four on Best around the ring post!
SD: “This is it! Icon’s got him now, tap you little bitch!”
Best screams in pain as the referee checks if he wants to give in, Best shakes his head no, after a minute or so Icon releases the hold. Icon walks over to the announce booth and shoves Micheal off his chair.
MR: “Hey!”
Icon glares at Michael as he shuts up quickly. Icon folds up the chair and walks back toward the ring.
SD: “Hahaha, the toilets that way Michael, I think you just shit yourself.”
Icon slams the chair against the exposed leg of Best as Shane grimaces in pain. Icon slides in the ring with chair still in hand , he drops the chair to the canvas and pulls Best back into the ring, Icon then opens the chair slightly and slides it on Best’s knee, Icon then walks to the corner and steps up to the top rope.
MR: Oh come on, this is going too far, he’s gonna break his damn leg.”
Icon leaps off with an elbow drop attempt but Best rolls out of the way in the nick of time, Icon crashes to the mat and both men lay still for a moment, Best takes the chair off his leg before rolling over to the ropes, he uses the ropes to pull himself up. Still holding the chair he hobbles over toward Icon, Icon gets to his hands and knees before Best slams the chair down across his back, Icon slumps down as Best swings again, then again, then again! Icon is not moving as Best throws the chair to the mat. Best hobbles over to the ropes then slides out under the bottom rope, he reaches under the ring and grabs a long extension cord and pulls it into the ring.
MR: “What the hell has he got in mind now?”
Best walks toward Icon with cord in hand, he begins to wrap the cord around Icons neck, before standing up and pulling the cord thus dragging Icon around by his neck! The ref asks Icon if he gives up but he eeks out a no. Best drops the cord then picks up Icon, he lines him up then runs forward and attempts a bulldog on the chair, however Icon keeps his feet on the ground and simply throws Best forward, straight over the top rope! Icon slumps to the mat to catch his breath.
MR: “This is insane! And theres still another fall to go after this one, I don’t think either one of these guys will be up for it.”
SD: “Hey, when a potential shot at the world title is on offer, they’ll do anything to get that chance.”
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