Frost: Ya know, I'm not quite really sure.
Ice: Nice one Anarchy! Schedule a show, don't tell anyone where it's happening, so we get crap for ticket sales.
Frost: Take it easy Iceman, you know we make all of our money on the PPV anyway.
Ice: Are you kidding. What do you think caused DirectTV to get bought by Dish Network?
Frost: Well folks, let's talk about the dark match we just witnessed.
Frost: Very true. Altough the Hell Razors have been in a slump lately, we know what they are capable of. And BSM, was robbed, causing them to take a hiatus of wrestling.
Ice: Well, you couldn't see it in their performace. In this replay, you can see Wuken taking it to Giantkiller, look at that neckbreaker! I had to honestly say, the two outstanding performers tonight were Drag-On, and Wuken Bloodstar.
Frost: Yes indeed. Drag-On hit the "Blind Light" on Chaos, but Wuken hit the "Burning Hammer" on Giantkiller to take the match.
Ice: It looks like the Bloodstar Mafia is back to stay...or are they?
Frost: Well, it doesn't look like the Hell Razors are going away either, they busted their asses this week. This team has had enough of losing. As in their days of the NWCW, you'll see.
Tiff Taylor: And now making his way down to the ring, at 256 pounds, Chris Cougar!
{Hells Bells hits, and Cougar walks out to a nice pop, and makes his way to the ring.}
Ice: I can't wait to see Cougar get back into the mix of things here in the FWA! Woah, and here comes Davies! He slides in, take over Frost...
Frost: Kurt leaps towards Cougar and Chris sidesteps him and catches him the midsection with a knee. Now a swift right jab. Cougar is tryin to cover his face but cannot stop the onslaught of Davies. Mr. Franchise of the old NWCW needs to step it up in this match or it will be over quick!
Ice: Don't hold your breath, here he comes. He pushes Davies against the ropes and giving him some wicked chops! Irish whip, Davies ducks, Cougar swings, still running he ducks again but now Cougar catches him in a sleeper hold.
Frost: A little technical to start this off huh? He is tryin to slow this thing down. Oh my god, Davies breaks it a reverse chin buster! Kurt crawls to the ropes and is trying to recoupe. Cougar from behind now dragging Kurt back towards the center of the ring. Kurt is pleading Chris not to do what I think he is going to do!
Ice: OOooooh a low blow! Low blow! Chris stops "The Iron Hammer" right in the soft spot. Kurt is screaming in pain, Cougar drags Kurt to the corner and slides under the bottome rope and outside, still holding onto Davies feet. Cougar looks to the crowd and begins to pull with a hard thrust but Davies pulls his feet in to have Chris hit the ring post. Chris is holding his nose, blood is beginning to seep out his nose now. Kurt rolls under the ropes and now both men are on the outside. The ref is counting.
Frost: The ref needs to stop counting and get out there. Doesn't he know what his job is?
Ice: That is his damn job! Kurt bounces the face of the Cougar off the ring apron. Again, again and one more time for good luck I suppose.
Frost: He is gonna need it. Both men back in the ring. Kurt rolled Chris in. "The Iron Hammer" is attempting a suplex. He lifts up the Cougar with that incredible strength is just holding him. Oh my god, what power for such a little guy. Typhon is making an appearnce now.
Ice: What the hell is he doing here?
Frost: Relax he is just watching the supreme athleticism of Kurt Davies. Davies drops Cougar with a loud thud, he is going for the cover...1...2...and a kick out! That was close.
Ice: That sure was. Now Davies is drilling some double ax handles into the lower back of Cougar. Cougar making his way to his feet none the less. Chris has his back to Kurt, Kurt with a schoolboy roll up. 1...2..kick out again.
Frost: When is Cougar gonna start showing that he is worthy of the Franchise Title?
Ice: Soon I hope, this one is almost over. Wait Cougar is fighting back! He's got blood pouring from his nose and he is taking it to the jaw, midsection and chin of Davies. Kurt is reeling back. Cougar has just had a surge of energy.
Frost: Holy Sh*t! Where did that come from. Cougar steps back clotheslines Kurt over the top rope and out the floor. Chris drops to his knees. He is tired. Davies is trying to get up and the ref is counting...4........5........6.........7...........8
Ice: He better do something quick or he will be counted out!.........9. He is against the apron and Cougar charges and lands a baseball slide right into the face of Kurt Davies. He almost got knocked out of his boots.
Frost: Chris is going out after him. Davies is up and shaking the cobwebs from that last blow. Chris climbs through the ropes and looks at the ref on his way out.
Ice: Gore! Davies just charged a distracted Cougar. Boy he just crippled his ass!
Frost: Both men are down on the outside. Typhon goes into the ring now and the ref is tryin to get him out.
Ice: He is just buyin his man some time to get up and not have this one end up in a double countout.
Frost: Smart man. Something can be said for having a smart manager!
Ice: I can't argue with that. Typhon has been worked out of the ring. Cougar is holding his ribs and Davies is up now. Kurt grabs Chris by the hair and pulls him up. Now Davies rolls in and is screaming at the ref.
Frost: Oh here it comes. Distracted ref, injured Chris on the outside, This is classic wrestling here! Typhon is armed with a tire iron and pounds into the gut of Cougar.
Ice: That bastard! I can't believe Kurt would resort to this kind of tactic.
Frost: It wasn't Kurt it was Typhon. Are you paying any attention. Typhon grabs an injured Chris and rolls him into the ring. Davies covers but Chris' foot is on the ropes.
Ice: One...Two...Three, NO!
Frost: The ref sees the foot!
Ice: Davies gets up, he's arguing with the ref, and rightfully so.
Frost: Rightfully so? You insane bastard ass...
...Cougar is slowly recovering. He pulls himself up with the aide of the ropes.
Ice: Crap! Crap! Davies, turn around!
Frost: Cougar catches his breathe and charges. FLYING LARIET!
Ice: Yeah, but Davies feel back into the ref, the ref is down and out.
Frost: Cougar doesn't care, he has to continue the attack. He picks up Davies, and kicks him in the groin, then footsweeps him. Davies is down again. Cougar gets some steam going and bounces off the ropes. SENTON BOMB!
Ice: Mr. Franchise is going up to the top.
Frost: He signals! COUGAR DROP! HE HIT IT. For the pin...but he lifts his head up and realizes the ref is out...
...no he's not!
ONE!...TWO...THREE!
Ice: Cougar won it? He'll face the Franchise Champ next week?
Tiff Taylor: And here is your winner...Chris Cougar!
{Halo by Soil hits the P.A. system and Ashton Steele walks out with a black bag full of stuff. He walks down the ramp and throws the bag over the ropes onto the ring. He slides in the ring and taunts the crowd as the crowd reacts with a somewhat mixed reaction.}
Ice: Well Ashton Steele looking really pumped up for this match.
Frost: I think I see some bananas up on that bag he just brought.
{Wild Side by Motley Crue is heard all over the arena as A.S. looks back at his opponent coming out of the rampway. Ravyn walks out with a chair with a confident smile on his face as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.}
Frost: Starr looking preety confident coming in this match.
Ice: Starr slides to the ring and the bell rings, this match is under way.
Frost: Steele and Starr are exchanging punches, Ravyn gets the upper hand and whips Steele to the ropes. Ohh…big clothesline by Ravyn Starr. Ravyn Starr is now…going for the bag of weapons!
Ice: Yeah it’s hardcore time folks! Wait a minute...I just realized something...where's the "Captain"? Where is Devon Storm?
Frost: Wow Ashto......wait a minute, you're right where is he? I bet something is going on here! Anyway, He brings out a…street post and he slams it across the head of Steele. He grabs a chair now and stets it on the middle of the ring. Steele now getting up and sees Ravyn has turned his back on him to set up the chair. Steele runs and ohhh! Bulldog on a steel chair! That will defiantly leave some marks on you.
Ice: Yeah, look at this Ravyn is now putting Steele’s head out of the ring leaving the rest of his body on the ring. He climbs now to the third rope and oh no!
Frost: Ravyn just legdropped from the third rope to the outside, looks like Ravyn got a whole bunch of pain on that one too.
Ice: Nevertheless Ashton Steele is screaming in pain as he holds his neck.
Frost: Ravyn now looking under the ring for some more weapons. He’s taking out the fire extinguisher!
Ice: But look, Ashton Steele has grabbed another weapon from the bag although I can’t really see what it is from this point of view.
Frost: Ravyn now steps on the apron and Steele hits him with a….oh my God! That’s a sledgehammer he just slammed across the face of Ravyn Starr, that’s insane!
Ice: Ravyn falls hard on the outside while Steele grabs the whole bag and dumps it on the middle of the ring. He grabs a stapler and heads with it to the outside. And…he is stapling the forehead of a now bleeding Ravyn Starr. Ravyn now screaming as Ashton delivers this painful move.
Frost: Ashton now…well he’s heading this way, no, he now goes under the ring and grabs….tables!!
Ice: We got some wood action now, yeah.
Frost: Ashton now setting up the table and goes up to the ring. A bloody Ravyn Starr is now getting back on his feet, but Ashton Steele grabs thumbtacks!! And he heads to the outside with them.
Ice: I don’t think Ashton sees that Ravyn just got up, and he heads to the table, Ashton now pouring on the table what seems to be a million thumbtacks. He turns around and Oh! Ravyn Starr just gave him a chair shot to the head. Ashton stumbles back to his feet and oh! Another chair shot to the head. Ashton now falls helplessly to the ground as bloody Ravyn Starr pulls him up by the hair and signals for The Crux.
Frost: He now sets up Ashton at the apron and grabs him for a powerbomb, he taunts the croud and POWERBOMB ON THE TUMBTACKS ON THE TABLE!
Ice: What?! That’s nuts! But why doesn’t Ravyn go for the pin?!
Frost: Instead Ravyn heads for the ring and grabs another steel chair. Steele now trying to shake the tumbtacks away as he rolls in the ground helplessly. Ravyn tells him to get up…
Ice: And Steele now gets up as Ravyn swings with a chairshot but Steele ducks it, Ravyn turns around and Steele just hit him with the ring announcer bell!
Frost: Bing!
Ice: Ashton Steele now grabs him by the hair onto the ring and he slides back in with him.
Frost: Steele punches Ravyn in the head a few times, to keep him down. He's going to the top rope!
Ice: He's going for the 450 degree leg drop. 450 degress, is my description right? How is that friggin possible?
Frost: I dunno, but he just spun around, I don't know how much, but he just landed on Ravyn with his leg. The Ankh, that's called...
Ice: FOR THE PIN! One...TWO...
Frost: He won it!
Tiff Taylor: And here is your winner, and still Hardcore Champion..."The Zombie"...Ashton Steele!
Frost: How long do you think he'll hold onto the belt?
Ice: He'll lose it before the end of the night.
Frost: Yeah, I agree...Holy Cripes, look at the FWA Tron! It's "Captain" Devon Storm. He's knocked out cold on the back. WHO DID THIS!? WHO IS THE CAMERA MAN taping this?
{The Brews by NOFX hits the P.A. system as Taylor Dawkins walks out, next to him walks his partner Kid Punk, they walk down the ramp as the crowd boos the men. The slide in the ring and each one goes to opposite corners and taunt the crowd for even louder boo’s.}
Tiff Taylor: And their opponents, the challengers, weighting at a combined weight of 438 pounds, The Hunters!
{Guerrilla Radio by Rage Against the Machine hits the place as Slash and Shadow slowly walk out the rampway. The crowd goes wild. The Hunters slide in the ring as the F’N JerkOffs slide out. Shadow raises his fists as Slash stands there looking to the outside.}
Frost: Look at the JerkOffs staring outside the ring at The Hunters, what a match this is going to be.
Ice: I couldn’t agree more…
{The lights go back to normal and Dawkins walks inside the ring and KP stands on their corner. Slash goes outside as Shadow gets ready to start the match.}
Ice: And they hook up. Dawkins now shoving Shadow into the corner getting the upper hand. Shadow now reverses it and the referee breaks it up. Dawkins gets a kick in, now he hammers away on Shadow, he whips him to the ropes and ohh big powerslam by Dawkins.
Frost: Dawkins here now showing his true potential. Dawkins gets a quick tag to Kid Punk as KP steps to the third rope and jumps off with a big frog splash!
Ice: Ohhh! Big Frog splash by Kid Punk!
Frost: See this is why I like the JerkOffs, they got this certain chemistry on the ring where they just follow each others moves.
Ice: KP now picks up Shadow and bodyslams him to the floor, and nicely follows it with an elbow drop. KP now looks at the crowd with a smile and grabs Shadow by the hair to a corner. He gets Shadow on the superplex position.
Frost: Shadow now on big trouble, but wait, Shadow now hammering on the ribs of KP, and he shoves KP off the third rope!
Ice: KP landing hard on his head there…and wait a minute, what is Shadow doing here, looks like, oh no! BIG 450 splash right on spot!
Frost: Both men are down and the ref starts the count. KP now crawling with pain towards his corner and so is Shadow.
Ice: We see how Slash and Dawkins are so anxious to get the tag in…
Frost: AND BOTH TAGS ARE MADE. Slash now comes in and hammers away on Dawkins, he whips him to the rope, Dawkins reverses, Dawkins bends to get the back body drop but Slash holds on to the ropes and lays a big kick on Dawkins face. Dawkins moves back and Shadow now clotheslines Dawkins to the outside.
Ice: KP, not the legal man, whips Slash to the ropes and Slash jumps with a front flip over the ropes landing on top of both Dawkins and Shadow who were now getting up!!
Frost: Oh my God I can’t believe these guys! And here comes Kid Punk from the third rope to the outside with a HUGE MOONSAULT landing on all three guys at the same time.
Ice: My God, all men are down and the ref starts the count.
Frost: Slash now getting up and heads back to the ring. Dawkins follows.
Ice: Slash now turning around and Dawkins hits a huge clothesline.
Frost: Shadow and KP now battling on the outside, Shadow now shoves KP into the steel stairs and heads up the ring. The ref now trying to get Shadow to the outside as Dawkins grabs Slash by the hair. The ref goes back to the match now and Dawkins whips Slash to the ropes, tries to get a clothesline but Slash ducks it, Dawkins turns around and SPEAR!
Ice: I think Slash might have just injured his shoulder on that spear, as he now holds on to it and screams with pain.
Frost: Taylor now coughing and holding on to his ribs, rolls to his corner. KP gets the tag as Slash is now getting up.
Ice: KP now grabs Slash by the hair but Slash hits him on the gut, Slash trying to fight away but KP lays him down with a right punch to the face. KP now kicking Slash and heads up to a corner. He tries a flying headbut but Slash gets out of the way.
Frost: HAHA, Slash saw that one coming. Slash gets up and grabs KP by the hair, Dawkins now distracts the ref as KP gets a low blow on Slash. Slash falls down and KP drags himself to his corner and tags in Dawkins. Dawkins now moves slowly towards the fallen Slash and kicks him on the ribs, and laughs at the crowd who now boos him.
Ice: Dawkins now gets a sucker punch on Shadow and Shadow tries to get on the ring and the ref stops him as KP and Dawkins go for the double team on Slash. The JerkOffs now double suplex Slash as Dawkins heads out and KP kicks the crap out of Slash. The ref tries to break it up but KP shoves the ref down and he’s out! The ref has been knocked out cold as KP keeps on hammering away on Slash. Shadow now gets in the ring and hammers KP from the back, Dawkins now gets in on the action too as he exchanges punches with Shadow.
Frost: Look at this, HACK AND PAIN is now walking down the ramp! The crowd boos louder than ever!
Ice: Now what is he doing here, Dawkins now goes to the outside with Shadow and Slash now gets to his feet and hammers away with KP. He gets the BLOODY MESS ON THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! But there’s no referee!!
Frost: On the outside Dawkins whips Shadow towards Hack but Shadow reverses it and Dawkins gets a big boot to the face!! Hack now stares at Shadow who heads up to the ring. Slash looks at Shadow and they run to opposite corners. KP now laying on the middle of the ring, now what the hell are The Hunters doing. Looks like they’re going for a double moonsault!
Ice: And they got it!!! MY GOD DOUBLE MOONSAULT FROM OPPOSITE CORNERS ON KID PUNK!!!
Frost: Dawkings now laying on the outside and the ref wakes up as Slash goes for the pin! ONE, TWO, THREE!!! WE HAVE NEW TAG CHAMPS!!!
Ice: Hack N’ Pain just cost The JerkOffs the tag team titles!
Frost: Look at the Hunters, they grab their titles and escape through the crowd as Hack enters the ring…
Ice: What a match! Wait a minute, here comes the rest of Blow Me INC. Hack better high tail it out of there...
Frost: And he does, he follows through the crowd.
Ice- What a night it has been for the FWA. Wouldn't you say, Jack?
Frost- I would definetly have to agree to that, Chris.
Ice- And the night is no where over just yet. We have two more matches to go.
Frost- Yes, we do. So lets go to the next one.
Ice- That being Rick Tyler's return match to a FWA ring. This is the most anticipated match of the night.
Frost- Without a doubt. So let's begin.
Ice- These fans are out of control.
Frost- Well when you have tickets like these.. you should be going crazy.
{The crowd goes insane as "Seek And Destroy" by Metallica is heard all over the arena. The noise level rises heavily.}
Ice- What the hell is going on? These fans are desperately waiting for Tyler to step out.
Frost- And he finally does.. with Nikki!!!!
Ice- Jesus Christ!!!!!!!
{The noise gets so loud that Ice and Frost have to cover their ears. Rick stands on top of the ramp with Nikki who is being hugged by Tyler. The two look into the crowd with huge smiles on their faces. Rick and Nikki walk down to the ring side by side until they get to the ring. Rick walks up the stairs followed by Nikki. Rick sits on the bottom ropes so Nikki can get in and that she does.}
Tiff Taylor- This match is scheduled for a one fall.. it is for the Franchise Championship. In the ring first.. he is former FWA World Champion... The Man, The Myth, The Legend... RICK TYYYYLLLEEERRRR!!!!!
{The fans go nuts once again.}
Ice- Won't these idiots shut up!
Frost- Hey.. look at this... Rick calling for a microphone.
{The time keeper passes Rick a microphone, and Rick talks.}
Rick Tyler- "It feels good to be back in this ring again. It feels good to be back in this federation. And last but certainly not least... it feels good to be around you fa...."
Frost- What the hell!!!
Ice- Steve Somers just came out of nowhere with a clotheline to the back of Rick's head. Nikki ran out of the very quickly. Steve now putting the boots to Rick.
Frost- What a heinous attack by Steve Somers.
{Steve jumps on top of Rick and starts to throw lefts and rights. The ref breaks it up. Steve picks Rick up and whips him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Rick manages to land on his feet and hits a full nelson slam on Steve Somers.}
Ice- Rick finally able to get some offense in now.
{Rick lets Steve get up and Steve chases after Rick who is near the corner. Rick ducks a clotheline by Steve and pushes Steve into the turnbuckles. Rick climbs on the second ropes and begins to punch away at Steve.}
Frost- 1.. 2..3...4...5...6...7...8...9 and...
Ice- Steve pushes Rick off, but Rick holds on and hits a tornado DDT on Somers.
Frost- Fans now going wild again! Rick begins to taunt, but Somers is up and catches Rick with a reverse diving DDT from behind.
{Steve drops a couple of elbow drops. Steve begins to stomp on Rick again and catches Rick in a headlock.}
Ice- The fans don't seem to like how this is going at all.
Frost- Nope. They are booing the crap out of Steve.
Ice- Yeah, but all Steve is doing in return is tightening the hold.
{Rick has been in the hold for about a minute and the fans begin to cheer... Rick slowly gets up and give Steve two elbows to the gut. Rick whips Steve and catches Steve with a spinning back elbow to the face.}
Frost- Thats got to hurt.
Ice- No.. Ya think? Retard
{Rick picks Steve up and kicks him in the stomach. Rick hooks Steve's legs and hits a fisherman's suplex.}
Frost- Pin.. 1..2..
Ice- Kickout! Rick almost had it there. Rick now picking Steve up.
{Rick picks Steve up and sets him up in a powerbomb position. Rick picks Steve up, but Steve reverses it into a facebuster.}
Frost- Both men now down.
Ref- 1......2......3.....
Ice- Steve bairly making it to his feet walks over to Rick who is still lying on the mat hurting from that facebuster he took awhile ago. Steve picks Rick up, but is caught with a shot to the nards. Ouch.
Frost- Nards? Who says nards apart from those damn JerkOffs? You need to stop hanging around those idiots.
Ice- I need to stop hanging around your wife.
Frost- Excuse me?
Ice- Back to the action...
Frost- Hey!!
Ice- Rick and Steve are throwing lefts and rights at each other.
Frost- Son of a bitch.
Ice- Rick now getting the slight advantage over Steve, but Steve now coming back and now Steve has the advantage... both men back up and whip off of the ropes to come back with a double clotheline.
Frost- They both just hit the mat hard.
The Ref- 1...
2....
3....
4....
5....
6....
Frost- Come on.. get up.
Ref- 7...
Ice- Look! Steve just rolled over on Steve for a pin.
Frost- ONE...TWO...THRE KICKOUT!!!!! This match isn't over yet, folks.
Ice- Steve just fell back onto the mat. He is looking very frustrated. Steve rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring for a chair. He finds one, throws it in the ring and rolls back in. The ref is warning him not to use it!
Frost- Look... Nikki is distracting the ref!!!!
Ice- Both men up, but and both jump after the chair... Steve gets to it first and swings at Rick, but Rick ducks and kicks Steve in the stomach...
Frost- CALIFORNIA SUNSET!!!!!!! Theres the pin!!!
Ice- Nikki turns the ref around and the ref counts... ONE... TWO... THREE!!!!! Rick Tyler has won this one.
Frost- Rick won his return match and I'm sure it doesn't stop here at all.
Tiff Taylor- Winner and NEW FWA FRANCHISE CHAMPION.... RRRIIIICCCKKK TTTYYYYLLLEEEERRRR!!!!!
Ice- What a match! We have to got to see another match just like this between these two.
Frost- Of course! This match was incredible.
Ice- HEYY!!!! Look... while Rick was getting his hand raised by the ref.. Steve came and attacked Rick from behind! Steve now with the chair and... WHAM!!! Rick has to be out cold.
Frost- Looks like Steve doesn't care. Steve is leaving. This has to be one of the greatest matches the FWA has had yet, the closest fued at least. These two guys are equals, and Nikki ruined it. Why the hell did she have to be the deciding factor?! We're going to commercial, folks.
Frost: Alright folks, we have a GREAT match ahead of us, as two of the FWA’s brightest, newest stars are set to go at it-
(Frosty gets cut off as “Fuck Authority” by Pennywise hits, and a mix of cheers and jeers takes the noise level up to new heights. Kid Punk appears, sans the forty, and smirks as he makes his way down to the broadcast booth.)
Ice: Looks like we have company Frost! Now might be a good time for you to get up and take a leak or something.
Punk: Slide over Frostynuts…shit, you’re always underfoot.
(Punk grabs a headset and takes a seat)
Frost: Why Kid Punk this is quite the surprise…what brings you here?
Punk: First off, slut, it’s quite a PLEASANT surprise. You always digged it when I came down for guest commentary back in the day, so don’t act all surprised now. Just here to do some scouting. Second off all, Hack N Pain is a Hack, and my boy Taylor is gonna bring the pain.
(“Come with Me” by Sean Puffy Combs hits, and Jared Blazer comes down to the ring. The FWA production team pipes in fake cheers, a la Goldberg.)
Ice: Yeah, we saw that match, Punk. Sorry to see you guys lose the belts. Hey Punk, where’s the forty of Olde English?
(Just then, “Smack My Bitch Up” by Prodigy hits, and His Bitch appears first, then Tyrel Jones coems out, hands raised. He struts down to the ring, cussing out a few fans along the way.)
Tiff Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, being led to the ring by His Bitch, weighing in at 326 pounds…the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…TYYYYREEEEEEEELL JOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES!!!!
Punk: My OE? I think this brotha stole it. Just like the Hunters stole our friggin belts.
Frost: Blazer has just noticed Kid Punk at ringside, and has a few choice words for him.
Punk: Whatever, JOBBER…blow it out your ass Blazer.
Ice: Oh look, here comes Jones…and he’s go some choice words for Punk as well…
Punk: He’s just a bit pissy cause we made him Our Bitch at the last pay per view. Where’s my forty yo?
Frost: Referee Cadillac Johnson has called for the bell, and it’s underway. I don’t think Blazer, however, has noticed, cause he’s still yelling at Kid Punk…hard forearm shot to the back of the head by Tyrel Jones! Jones takes Blazer and tosses him against the ropes…BIG shoulder block and Blazer goes down. Jared right to his feet though, and he gets sent for another ride…yet another shoulder block, and Blazer tastes the canvass…back up one more time, and he runs at Jones…Tyler with a big scoop, and he has Blazer UP over his head!
Punk: Ultimate Warrior style!
Ice: You a Warrior fan Punk?
Punk: Hell no, fuck that guy. Ravishing Rick Rude owned his ass in the ring, rest his soul.
Frost: Jones drops Blazer down HARD, and he’s in trouble early on. Quick count…one…and that’s all he gets.
Ice: Early count, but Jones has him down early. I look for Jones to use his strength and size advantage to wear down Blazer.
Punk: I look to see His Bitch sizing up the advantage I got hanging, if you know what I mean Ice.
Frost: Back to the action. Jones has Blazer backed into a corner, and he is leveling him with rights and lefts. Blazer trying to block and throw back, but he can’t escape those big thundering clubs of Jones.
Ice: Those arms are so big, they just cover so much ground.
Frost: Blazer ducks a shot though, and slips out behind Jones…kick to the back of the knee buckles Jones, and Blazer shoves him into the corner face first…he steps back for a head start and runs in for a big splash-
Punk: Oh!! Jones just busted out a fatty elbow on his ugly mug! Frickin RAD!
Ice: Jones wrestling a very smart match early on, Blazer is grabbing his face and appears to be having trouble seeing…Jones out of the corner with a devastating clothesline!
Frost: That nearly took Blazer’s head off! Jones with a cover…one…two…McCockiner signals a two count. Blazer is not about to give up two losses in a row that easily.
Punk: Eh…don’t be so surprised when he does.
Frost: Jones pulls Blazer off the mat, and sends him into the corner…he follows in, and gets boot to the face. Blazer runs out and hits a clothesline of his own. Jones down. Blazer pulls him up to his feet, and pulls him in…snap suplex by Blazer and he slows the tempo down a bit.
Ice: Blazer looks worn down from the early onslaught, and is catching a breather while he works a headlock.
Punk: More like the little sissy can’t hang with Jonesy, so he’s gotta grab him by the head and hold on for dear life.
Frost: Jones coming to life as we speak…he stands up, still locker in tight. He backs against the ropes, sends Blazer for the ride…overhead toss attempted by Jones…Blazer lands on his feet, and waits for Jones to spin around…kick to the mid section and DDT out of nowhere! Jones flat out on the mat!
Punk: Oh dude, I hope that gutterslut Jenna is watching, that ought to rehash some good memories when last week, for the first time in forever, she felt the touch of a REAL man.
Ice: I gotta say, that may have been the highlight of the show Punk.
Frost: Yeah, you say that when Somers aint around. Blazer with sort of a nonchalant pin…one…two…kickout by Jones.
Punk: I have a feeling that like every other match featuring so-called FWA superstars, there is gonna be like 47,000 near falls. Just an instinct of mine…
Frost: Blazer has Jones up, and is working him in the corner…shoulder blocks to the midsection by Blazer.
Ice: Jones looks like he’s gassing out already…
Punk: Too much chronic with his homeboys, eh?
Frost: Uh…no comment on that matter. Blazer now up on the second rope, and he is unloading with the-
Punk: Ever so babyface COUNTED PUNCHES!!
Fans: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…
Ice: Jones has him up and is walking out of the corner now!
Fans: (Still counting)…9…10…
Frost: Big abdominal drop, and Blazer is grabbing his groin and screaming in pain!
Punk: With one hand, I might add. Hell, the ring must not be the ONLY place he comes up short in!
Ice: Jones off the rope in a hurry, but Blazer slipped in a drop-toe hold out of nowhere! Jones just went FLAT on his face!
Frost: Now Blazer rolls Jones over…and sinches in a half-crab…will he get it? YES. He turns Jones back over, and cranks back hard! Jones in serious trouble!
Ice: And look, His Bitch is up on the apron offering moral support…
Punk: And a clear shot up her dress!
Ice: Go for it Punk, Jones is distracted at the moment.
Punk: Dude, HBC is coming back, didn’t you hear? She’ll Superkick my head off!
Frost: Jones is nowhere near the ropes, and Blazer is cranking back with all he has! Ref Johnson looking for a submission by Jones…but now he catches view of His Bitch.
Punk: Catches a view? You sure you don’t mean whiff Frosty? Whew!
Ice: Great team work on her part.
Frost: Are you kidding? Jones looks ready to pass out, and Cadillac Johnson is fussing with His Bitch! Blazer now sees this and lets go and heads over to the ropes to try to run of His Bitch!
Ice: He looks like he’s threatening her!
Punk: What kind of low-life would put his hands on an innocent, defenseless woman? What a bastard!
Frost: Blazer now just told her what she can do with her self, and he’s waving a finger in her face…Jones is up though…LOOK OUT!
Ice: Jones with a big clothesline over the ropes, and both he and Blazer, as well as His Bitch go down hard!
Punk: Oh man, this is great.
Frost: Ref Johnson out there trying to sort this out, and checking on His Bitch.
Punk: He’s copping a feel, that pervert! This aint confession, no groping people!
Ice: Jones now to his feet, as is Blazer…both are disillusioned to say the least…Blazer charges for Jones…BIG boot to the face by Tyrel and Blazer goes down!
Frost: Jones now looking toward our table…and making gestures at Kid Punk!
Punk: Take another step forward, and Ima knock out your gold tooth, slutass!
Ice: Look, Blazer has gotten to his feet…and he charges down Jones and hits a clothesline from behind that sends Jones past out table in into the steps!
Frost: And now Blazer in Punk’s face!
Punk: Dude, you wanna make getting your ass kicked by a Jerk-off a frickin HABIT?!?
Ice: Who is doing the countout for this anyway?!?
Frost: Johnson attending to His Bitch, and now turns toward the two combatants and—OH!—she just hit him with a low blow behind his back!
Ice: And follows it up with a bulldog on the cement! Classic!
Frost: Now she heads for the Spanish announcers table and steals a chair from play-by-play man Jorge Luis Gonzales Ramirez De Mi Verga en Tu Culo!
Punk: Ah man, don’t dick with my Latino homeboys bitch…
Frost: Jones has gotten up in the meantime, and he and Blazer are swinging it out…chair to the back of the head of Blazer by His Bitch!
Ice: This could be trouble…Jones has Blazer by the arms, His Bitch winds up for one more…Blazer ducks! She hit Tyrel!!
Frost: Now Blazer shoves her aside and takes the chair….WAMMO!! He just leveled Jones one more time for good measure…he takes Jones over to the Spanish announcers table, and Jorge and color-man Manny Mecos run for cover!
Punk: Well, one or both of these tools is getting hurt, so I guess that’s cool.
Frost: There’s no second turnbuckle, but it looks like he is going for a version of the Blaze of Glory neckbreaker anyway…he points at Kid Punk and let him know that it could be him in it someday…
Ice: Kick between the legs by Jones!
Punk: Haha!! Blazer’s gonna have a swollen clitoris in the morning! Ha!
Frost: Jones spins him around as the table begins to shake, and pulls him in…SIT DOWN POWERBOMB THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS TABLE!!!
Punk: Dios mio!! Holy frickin mierda!!
Ice: Both men down and hurt from the fall through the table…
Frost: Kid Punk, as much as you are tempted, please do not interfere.
Punk: I could not care less about this match. Although...
Frost: Kid Punk...no...wait!
(Kid Punk gets up, puts his headset down. He walks over to the two fallen men. He grabs Blazer, and picks him up.)
Ice: I knew he would help Blazer get the win. He is such a tricky guy, nice curve ball Punk!
(Kid Punk nails the unconsious Blazer with a right and left, then throws him into the ring. Punk looks over to Frost and Ice and yells:)
Punk: This match is takin to friggin long. It's Cinco de Mayo...who wants to watch this crap?
(Kid Punk goes over to Jones, and picks him up. He nails a few closed fisted punhes, and throws him in the ring. He walks over to the announcers table like nothing happend.)
Ice: You should be World Champ. You rule!
Punk: I know.
Frost: Gimme a break! Blazer is slowly recovering...he's on his knees.
Punk: Too easy, not gonna say it.
Frost: Jones, is getting up, but Blazer runs and stumbles over to him to intercept. He grabs his arm and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle, he runs after him. Running Enzigiri kick into the corner. Big Jones is groggy, but not down. Blazer gets back up, and starts chopping away, but Jones blocks...and blocks the next!
Ice: Yes! Wait, I hate both of these guys.
Punk: Me too.
Frost: And I hate both of you...Blazer kicks Jones, and he pushes him up into the turnbuckle..."BLAZE OF GLORY!
Ice: Holy Shit! Sorry...
Punk: Out of nowhere! Shit. Not sorry.
Frosty: He goes for the pin...One...Two...
Punk: No he kicks out!
Frosty: He did not...THREE! We have a winner, and it's Jared Blazer!
Tiff Taylor: You're winner...and NEW FWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION...Jared....BLAZER!
Punk: See ya Hombres, I'm outta this biznotch. This is getting bad.
Ice: See ya Punk, call me, we'll hang out or...he's gone.
Frost: I cannot believe Cliff Blood, such a noble person, would turn into what he has turned into. Ice: A quitter?
Frost: Well, yeah, I guess so. The bell has rung, so Let's go to Durten who is in the ring with a mic.
Tyler Durten: Cliff, buddy, where are ya? I dunno if your watching T.V. at home, or where your at. I came here to fight, but shit, if your gonna make it this easy for me, I aint gonna look a gift horse in the mouth...or whatever. Ref start the count.
Frost: Well, that's it. Cadillac Johnson has counted to ten...it's a damn shame.
Ice: It sure is. Even I miss Cliff.
Tiff Taylor: Ladies and Gentlemen. Referee Cadillac Johnson has awarded the match to Tyler Durten as a result of no contest.
Frost- Yes, Chris. This match will be very interesting.. especially since it's for the World Title.
Ice- Yep.. we got two men, and one match.. lets begin.
Frost- You're a genius, Chris. You truly are.
Ice- Thank you.
::"Sad But True" by Metallica blasts over the P.A. system as Steve The All American steps out to his music. They fans begin to scream in happiness as the World Champion walks down aisle. The World Title looks more golden than ever, as the big man steps inside the ring.::
Tiff Taylor- In the ring first... weighing in at 265 lbs and standing at 6'7''.. he is the FRANCHISE WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD CHAMPION... HE IS STEVE THE ALL AMERICAN!!!!
::Fans go wild::
Ice- These fans really love this guy.
Frost- Yeah. No shit?
::"Sad But True" is cut off as "Dissention" by Orgy replaces it. The lights dim and ReKo walks out onto the top of the rampway. ReKo runs down to the ring, and slides in. He immediately goes after Steve with lefts and rights.::
Ice- ReKo not wasting any time here.
Frost- Well for any on you that care... ReKo weighs 287 lbs and is 6'2''.
Ice- Thank you for informing us.
Frost- No problem.
::ReKo whips Steve into the ropes and hits Steve with a knee to the gut.::
Ice- That has got to hurt.
Frost- Steve now holding his stomach in massive pain. That really took something out of him.
Ice- No.. ya think? ReKo now stomping on Steve and a cover... 1..2. kickout by Steve.
Frost- With power. It's way too early for that.
Ice- Both men now up. Steve reaches out his hands to tie up, and ReKo follows, but fools Steve and kicks Steve right in the gut. And a DDT by ReKo.
Frost- Pin... 1..2.. kickout!!
Ice- ReKo wants this and he wants it BAD.
Frost- Who wouldn't?
Ice- ReKo now stomping on Steve again, and picks Steve up.
::ReKo goes for a T-Bone suplex, but Steve punches ReKo and pulls off a diving powerbomb.::
Frost- Is that one of his signatures? It should be.. the way he does it so perfect.
::ReKo down in the middle of the ring, and Steve hooks him in dragon sleeper. The ref asks ReKo if he wants to give up, but ReKo refuses. The ref keeps on asking him, but ReKo still refuses.::
Ice- ReKo not giving up here.
Frost- He should.
::ReKo begins to slowly drift into a sleep. The ref raises ReKo's hand once.::
Ice- 1!!!
::The ref raises ReKo's hand again.::
Frost- 2!!!
::The ref goes for a third.. AND REKO HOLDS IT UP. The crowd begins to get hype, and ReKo begins to stand, along with Steve.::
Ice- What a showing by ReKo here.
Frost- Out of nowhere ReKo just hit the stunner on Steve!!!!
::Steve lays on the mat as ReKo runs off of the ropes, and comes back with a senton splash.::
Ice- Cover... ONE...TWO...THRE KICKOUT!!!
Frost- What a close one there!! What a match!!
Ice- ReKo is a bit frustrated here.
::ReKo picks Steve up, but ReKo is stopped in him tracks by a devastating low-blow. Steve now up, and sets ReKo up for the implant DDT...::
Frost- WHOA!!!!
Ice- ReKo has got to be out after that move. His head basically became part of the mat from that move. Frost- ReKo is now bleeding from his nose.
Ice- Pin... one.. this one is over... two.... thr... WHAT!!!
Frost- Oh my God. ReKo is still in this! ReKo may be signing his death wish right now.
::The crowd begins to show ReKo some support, and ReKo obsorbs it. Steve relaxes for a moment and lets ReKo get up. ReKo is still a little drowsy from the move, but can fight nonetheless. ReKo puts his dukes up, and Steve laughs. Steve walks up to ReKo, but gets punched right in the face. Again... again... and again. Finally ReKo whips Steve into the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Steve slides under ReKo, turns him around and hits the Doomsday.::
Ice- Out of nowhere!! What a showing by Steve The All American and ReKo ladies and gentlemen.
Frost- Steve now ending it with a pin...
Ice- 1..2..3!!! NO! Reko kicked out! I cannot believe it!
Frost- Reko kicked out of Doomsday, but he's still not moving that much. The crowd is going nuts! Steve The All American is going nuts. He picks Reko up again,...ANOTHER DOOMSDAY! NO! NO! NO!
Ice- 1..2..3!!! It's Over! Tiff Taylor- Here is your winner and still FWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... STEVE THE ALL AMERICAN!!!!
Frost- Look at this! Thats Durten.
Ice- Steve now showboating, but Durten is right behind him. TURN AROUND STEVE!!!
Frost- Steve turned around, but he got a present by Durten. That being Durten's Durt Grinder.
Ice- That damn Durten!
Frost- Looks like he's not done yet.. Durten is going for a chair outside...
::The lights completely shut off as a video of some sort rises upon the FWA-Tron. Durten stops his movements and pays close attention..::
Ice- What is this?
::The video shows a graveyard and some crows eating on a dead animal as someone tall wearing a black trench coat with chains on it walks into the graveyard. He stops as the wind closes the gate to the graveyard then slowly he turns around while backing between a few headstones and the camera shows an emotionless figure with black sunglasses on as he begins to speak.::
Mystery Person: None of you here in the Franchise Wrestling Association know me, so let me end the suspense and address who I am. The name is Donny Diamond, new to the FWA indeed but far from being new to this industry so I suggest you people in the locker room and audience listen well because this certainly will be something you will never forget. For those that want an explanation as to who I am, I will meet their questions. I am the man that gives you all nightmares when you fall into a deep slumber, I am the man in which Hollywood uses to make marketable horror films, I am the mental figure of Satan which you see in your mind when you read the bible. Truly, I am all of that and more. In the form of your words my name is mentioned each time you speak of anything which is evil or demonic. I am the darkness that even the flames of Hell cannot hold down, I am the personification of which manifests darkness, I am the force that will make all before me look like nothing, Steve The All American, Kid Punk, Taylor Dawkins, Rick Tyler, and of course Tyler Durten they all have nothing in comparison when speaking of my abilities inside of that ring.
::Donny slowly walks around the headstones then stops and stoops down beside one as rain begins to fall and the wind blows his long hair into his face. He flicks his head back as water flies out, and then brushes his hand across the headstone removing the dirt from it. The headstone reads "Eric Durten 1961 - 1999, he was a loving father."::
Donny Diamond: Tyler Durten I suggest you listen up boy because this all has to do with you. See you never knew me Tyler, but I always knew you Tyler, because I was always there lurking in your life right inside of the shadows. Even when your father died of cancer, I was there at the funeral, why? Because Tyler I wanted to see how comfortable you are with death, I wanted to see that because I will take you within an each of your life boy, I will consume your life with the darkness I hold within!
::The FWA-tron flashes red as Donny continues talking, then it returns to normal and Tyler Durten is seen laying down on the mat outside of the ring with Donny Diamond standing over him with no emotions.::
Frost- What just happened? Tyler Durten is laid out and this new guy.. err...
Ice- Donny Diamond...
Frost- Donny Diamond is standing above him.
::Steve is down, ReKo is bleeding to death, and Tyler is out cold. Donny walks off, and up the ramp.::
Frost- The lights go out again! What the crap!
Ice- Now they are on again. IT'S KID PUNK, HE'S DUKING IT OUT WITH DONNY DIAMOND. APPEARENTLY THIS AINT OVER!
Frost- And Appearently we got alot of guys who want that World Title! Folks.. We don't know what is going on, but...
Ice- NO, DON'T CUT US OFF! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS!
{Fade to Black...then Star Warriors comes on...change the channel.}