MATCH 4: Sitting Bull vs. Natrone Getz
"Insane in the Brain" kicks in and we see a very fired-up (pun intended)
Sitting Bull comes storming through the curtain, making a bee-line
to the ring. His opponent, Natrone Getz, immediately ducks out of the ring
before Bull can get to him. Bull bursts into the ring and immediately calls
for the mic. I press play and away we go...
[Sitting Bull]
You've really done it now....all of you little assholes have finally got what
you wanted. "Siouxnami doesn't have any personalities....they ride off of
Monroe's coattails....they have no heat....do those big morons know how to
speak? Blah blah blah" Well, here's your answer. HERE I AM! My name is
Sitting Bull and I am pissed! Looks like I can speak after all, eh? For
years now, we've held back, because we were afraid...very afraid. We were
afraid of what would happen if our true potential was ever unleashed. And
now all of our greatest fears are going to be realised. You think my main
man Chris is a wizard on the mic? Just wait and see what I have in store.
But tonight, my talking is gonna be done in the ring...ON MY OWN! You think
Sitting Bull can't concentrate without Chris Monroe at ringside? You think
Sitting Bull won't be himself without his tag team partner? Well, in part,
you're right. Cause I'm not gonna be the same old Sitting Bull
anymore...you've unleashed a monster. Nobody and I mean nobody touches my
partner and gets away with it. Tonight is the beginning of an era.....and
Grendel, it's gonna be your LAST....oh, fuck it!
With that Sitting Bull charges Getz into the corner, but Getz ducks the charge
and starts firing hard rights on the head of Bull, backing him into the corner.
Whip to the opposite buckles, but as Getz charges a vicious clothesline knocks
Getz right onto his head. Bull then lifts him up and drops him down with a
stiff backdrop driver. Bull administers a fierce double stomp to the head of Getz
and then immediately throws him into the corner and places him on the top rope facing
into the ring. Bull climbs alongside of Getz, up to the second rope and then
boosts Getz up onto his shoulders in an electric chair position, an
incredible feat of strength. Even mor eimpressively, Bull throws Getz
straight up and over his head, tilting him down and jumping off the ropes,
driving Getz down with what looked like a jumping piledriver, but came off
more as a powerslam considering how he landed. Getz looks totally
incapacitated and the three count is academic.
Bull then rolls out of the ring and grabs a mic...
[Sitting Bull]
Don't worry about this guy, I already called the hospital and reserved him a
room...he'll be fine. Grendel, you might not be so lucky!
And with that Bull tosses down the mic, walks right over Getz, and walks
intensely to the back. You know, if Ernie's the reason we're gonna hear Sitting
Bull talk week in and week out, he may get that heel heat yet. Still, despite
Sitting Bull's fierce talk, you get the feeling that he's still the hunted..after all,
Ernie dropped the fireball first.
They do the commercial break, and then they show a promo on the video wall:
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(The camera opens on "The Ace" Ty Kross standing in front of the EWC logo. Kross
is sporting his standard black cowboy hat and black leather lonerider coat. Not
much more can be said since the shot is from the chest up.)
[Kross]
I guess a big "howdy" is in order since it's been awhile since "The Ace" has been on TV.
Not too long ago, I started my career as an "upstart" in the EWC with a gal named Tamara.
[Cameraman - off camera]
Hey... I remember her. She's a hottie!
[Kross - looking annoyed]
Just a minute, hoss! Your job is to hold the camera and my job is to talk to the people. So
keep your yap shut and hold that camera straight!
[Cameraman - off camera]
Sorry, sir.
[Kross - looking very annoyed]
I thought I said to shut your trap! Damn kids! Think they know everything. Son, you are a
human tripod. If you open your flap again, I'm gonna slap you stupid. Now back to my story...
when I left the EWC, I was the number one contender to the EWC World Heavyweight title.
Now normally I would be all over the EWC to give me the shot it owes me from all those years
ago, but I'm a bit smarter than that. I'm going to earn my shot at the EWC World Heavyweight
title tonight.
[Cameraman - off camera]
I'm sorry sir, but if you win the Come As You Aren't Battle Royal tonight, you get a match to
determine the number one contender to the EWC World Heavyweight title.
[Kross - looking VERY annoyed]
Oh... to hell with this! I'm giving my spot to my ol' tag team partner, Tumbleweed. Maybe he
has the patience to deal with smart ass, lil' punks like my cameraman. Turn that thing off!
(fade to black)
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Huh. Ooooook. Maybe he neglected to notice that Tumbleweed (better known to the fans as
Bill Curtis) already has a match tonight. Can't wait to see this one.
MATCH 5: Ronnie Frown vs. John Silver (Cut 'n Shoot title match)
Silver out first, followed by Frown to "Ronnie" by Metallica.
Ronnie is *very* rude to the fans, and he's very rude back..this is the
first *good* heel heat I've heard tonight. Jamie is screaming obscenites
at this guy...Jamie just doesn't appreciate the finer points of the rudo.
*grin* They do the wheel spin, and it's a Baseball Bat match...they put
the bat on the pole, first person to it gets to use it.
Ronnie steps into the ring, offers to shake hands, then pulls back
and slaps John, who retaliates with a spear. Ronnie throws Sliver
off of him, shakes out his shoulders, and mimes a quick apology
(apparently now with a little more respect), offering his hand
again. Sliver takes it, they shake, and Ronnie breaks cleanly --
then slaps him again, and spears *him*. He punches him twice on the
mat, then starts choking him until the referee gets in his face;
Ronnie rolls off and puts his hands in the air in a backing-off
gesture.
John gets back to his feet, and they lock up in a collar-elbow
tieup; Ronnie shoves him to the mat. He lets Sliver get up, they
lock up again, and he shoves him down again; this time, he follows
Sliver down with a fistdrop. He pulls John to his feet by his hair,
drags him in for a few kneelifts, then falls back for a matslam
(X-factor).
Frown jaws with the crowd as Sliver gets up, which allows Sliver
to take him down with a go-behind, then cinch on a headlock as
Frown gets back up. Ronnie breaks that with a rake to the eyes,
then stuns him witha throat chop; he then grabs John by the arm
and delivers a series of shortarm clotheslines, dragging him back
up after each one. After the third blow, he pulls him up again
and whips him into the corner, and follows in with a charging
elbowsmash; keeping him trapped in the corner, he grabs Sliver by
the hair, turns around, and sends him out of the corner with a
coconut crush.
Ronnie stays behind Sliver as he staggers back to his feet, then
plants him with the Bitter Pill; he covers, and the referee makes
the three count. Postmatch, he plants him again with the Bitter
Pill, trash talking him as he's down.....until "Crazy" Jay Gillette
hits the ring and LEVELS Ronnie 3 consecutive times with headbutts.
Jay then gets hold of the baseball bat and swings it, causing Ronnie
to take a powder. Crows is into this, BTW. Finally, Jay grabs a
mic as Ronnie is backing up slowly from the ring.
[Gillette]
Hey Ronnie. Yeah, champ, I'm talking to you. Remember me,
Ronnie? I'm the guy you won that noose off of, remember? And
guess what, Ronnie? I want it BACK! So come the next PPV, I've
got a rematch signed, Ronnie-boy. So I suggest you go climb back
into your Ronald McDonald's suit, or whatever it takes to get yourself
all fired up, 'cause I'm already riled up like a hound-dog on a fresh
scent and come Hardcore Homecoming, Ronnie, I'm gonna teach
you why you shoulda learned to let sleeping dogs lie.
"Bad to the Bone" kicks in and the crowd pops hardline as Frown and
Gillette jaw with each other. Finally Frowm leaves, followed by Jay,
and they go to yet another commercial. When we come back, the
video wall comes on yet again:
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[The shot opened on the enclosed patio dining room of what is clearly
a fine restaurant. "Icebreaker" Torvald Reikkersen was seated at the
table with Frieda to his left and the Swedish Blond of the Week to
his right. All three were giving appropriate attention to the appetizer
before them, apparently some kind of carpaccio. The ladies were dressed
in matching suits -- one in green, one in red -- while Reikkersen was
wearing a white dinner jacket over an ice blue shirt. After a moment,
Frieda noticed the camera and said something, sotto voce, to Reikkersen.
Reikkersen looked up, carefully finished the bite he was eating, then took
a sip of wine before speaking.]
[ICE]: As you can see, I'm a busy man. I've got dinner to eat, a show
to see tonight ...
[Frieda]: Chicago!
[ICE]: And so much more. But I don't want you to think the the Fury of
the Norsemen is all work and no play!
[SBotW]: So now we're work, Torvald?
[Reikkersen rolled his eyes at Frieda, who rose and stepped around to say
something to the SBotW. A few mumbled words could be heard, like "humour"
and "irony". The SBotW nodded, but didn't seem to get it.]
[ICE]: The playtime comes soon enough, though, when "Gunslinger" Glenn
Turner gets an answer to the question "What happens when
a punk kid who's been shooting off his mouth meets THE man
in the ring."
[Frieda]: Gunslinger? Shooting off his mouth? Oh, Torvald, you
kill me.
[SBotW]: I don't get it.
[ICE]: You see, Turner, I'm like this wine here. [Reikkersen picked up
the glass and swirled the liquid delicately.] Chateauneuf de Pape.
1978. It started out pretty damn good, with character and lots of
flavor. And a moderate price tag. Then as it aged, it just
kept getting better and better. It got more subtle. It got more
complex. And more expensive. Until now, after twenty-one years it's
a sublime pleasure and a joy. Turner, you get to sample a rare vintage
this Halloween, but I'll tell you two things right now: you can't handle it and
you can't appreciate it. The next morning, you'll have a hangover like you've
never had, and I'll have another check mark in the victory column.
And you can consider this little party a preview of
what will be happening at Hardcore Homecoming, when Brad and
I will finish up with you and your partner what you and I will
start next week.
Bon appetite!
[Reikkersen took another sip of wine, then returned to his carpaccio.]
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(shot on the screen of Adrienne Solo in the back with "Gunslinger" Glenn
Turner.)
[Solo]
Mr. Turner, your thoughts on tonights match with Torvald Reikkersen?
[Turner]
{dead serious} Well, blank, tonight Torblank blank another blank at
bringing the Gunblank blank, but I'm blank to blank blank fight to
him blank, blank, and non-blank.
[Solo] (puzzled look)
Excuse me?
[Turner]
{chuckles} Sorry, there -- I guess seeing as we could only manage
to pin down half of Frozen Hell for a match tonight, it only
occurred to me to come up with half an interview ... but I'll
improvise a little here.
Torvald, I don't know whether Brad was just too bad to be bothered
wrestling tonight, or whether he's scared of the big man, or whether
you two are just figuring on a little divide and conquer. But if you
think I'm gonna make things easy on you tonight, just 'cause it's ol'
Glenn all by his lonesome in the ring, you thought wrong. You're
getting hit fast, you're getting hit hard, and when you think the
hitting's done, you're gonna get hit some more. The Gunslinger's
coming at you with all guns blazing, and remember ... with Weapons
of Last Resort, even when big DK's not in the ring, you still have
to look to the skies.
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MATCH #6: Torvald Reikkersen vs. Glenn Turner
"Couldn't Stand the Weather" by Stevie Ray Vaughan comes on and Turner gets a pretty
sizable pop...comes out without TK. Odd right before a PPV...perhaps he had some
vacation coming to him. Then Torvy comes out to "The Immigrant Song" by Led Zep
(Torvy needs to do more solo work just so he can use that entrance music. GREAT
intro for him). Torvy's out with Frieda...no Brad Watkins. Yet.
Match starts with some amateur-style grappling moves, which Turner gets the best
of, causing Torvy to slide out of the ring and do some heel stalling. He goes
back in, they lock up again, and Reikkersen goes into a half-nelson, then drops
down and rolls Turner backwards into a crucifix-ish kinda position for a 2 count.
Turner rolls back, and Torvy chinlocks him from behind, but Turner slips
out of it, rolls to his feet..and dropkicks Reikkersen over the top rope as Torvy
was getting up. Torvy slaps the mat in frustration, and Frieda comes over to
kiss him and console him. That would make me feel better. =)
Torvy rolls back in, calls for the test of strength....Turner locks one arm, but
Torvy decides to go for an armtwist, followed by a shortarm clothesline that misses.
Turner twists around and hits a nice belly to back suplex from behind. Torvy
*again* rolls out under the ropes, holding his back in pain...Turner goes for a
baseball slide dropkick, but Torvy sidesteps it, then, while Turner is facedown,
waistlocks him from behind and twists him into a piledriver position, then just
throws him down (think Farooq's dominator). Torvy rolls back into the ring to
break the count, then rolls back out and starts stomping at the back and neck
area of Turner. He picks Turner up and throws him facefirst into the steel
ringsteps, then rolls back into the ring and whoo's for the booing crowd.
Eventually Torvy goes back out and throws him back in, then rolls back in and
keeps up with the stomping and the kicking, both to the back and neck and to the
legs. A couple of kneedrops to the neck, followed by a couple of kneedrops to
the leg. At this point, a "boring" chant starts up, probably because no one's gone
through a table yet tonight. *sigh* Torvy drags him over the ropes and chokes him on
the middle rope to a four count, then lets go. Lather, rinse, repeat, before slingshotting
Turner backwards from the ropes. He picks up Turner for a bodyslam, and Turner reverses
it into a small package for a two count. He picks up Turner for a vertical suplex..
Turner blocks it twice and rolls him up again for a two count. This pisses
Torvald off and he stomps on everything...envision a Garvin Stomp at 78 RPM and you've
got the right idea.
Finally Torvald drops a couple of elbows onto the knees and locks in the Figure Fjord.
Turner *easily* stays in this for close to 3 minutes. The cheat here is Freida holding
onto Torvy when the ref isn't looking. Finally, after Turner hanging in for so long,
he starts to turn over to reverse it...and does so after a 45 second struggle. Freida
grabs Torvy's hands and puts them on the ropes..but Terry Magnum sees it and kicks the
hands off. Finally, Torvy rereverses it and both are in the ropes.
Torvald up first, Turner having a VERY hard time staying upright...Torvald kicks out
the knee, then starts dropping knees on it again. He picks up Turner for a shinbreaker,
then clotheslines him down,t hen hits a shinbreaker on the *OTHER* knee, and by now
Turner can't stay upright. Torvald grabs the legs, hits a spinning toehold..but Turner
kicks him away and through the ropes..and Torvald's feet get twisted in the ropes,
leaving him hanging upside down. The ref tries to get him untangled, but has problems.
Turner, seeing the situation, does what anyone would do...takes advantage! Baseball slide
dropkick right to the face arcs Torvald up about 90 degrees. Turner then grabs
Torvy's head, arcs him up, and slams him headfirst into the apron. By now Magnum
gets the ropes loose, and Torvald slumps onto the ground. Turner picks him up
and throws him into the ring.
Turner comes in all ticked off, and Torvald starts begging...nothing doing, Turner with
a boot to the gut, kneelift, *HARD* knife edge chop that backs Torvald into the ropes.
Whip to the opposite corner, Torvy tries a flair flop but Turner charged in behind him
and nailed a knee to the chest, effectively leaving Torvy dangling in a Tree of Woe
position. Turner with a charging knee, then he picks Torvald up by the hair to get
under him in what looks to be a belly to back suplex position..but Torvald uses the
momentum to come down in what looks like a bulldog....except TURNER SHOVES HIM
FACE FIRST INTO THE OTHER TURNBUCKLE and rolls him back into a schoolboy rollup for
the one...two.....threNOOOOOOOOO, kickout by Reikkersen. Turner up first, hits a
float kick on Reikkersen, then up to the top rope...jumps, lands sitting on the
top rope, rolls backwards into a double stomp..that was the "Buckshot". Cover by
Turner...one...two.....*DINGDING* three. DAMNIT! 20 minute time limit draw.
Turner had the good sense to roll out of there quickly (I guess he learned from
the C of A experience) as he was still a bit wobbly when the match was done (Adrenaline
rush got him through that). They take a commercial *hell, probably a second one,
as the figure fjord lasted a LONG time...that was probably a commercial break.