Marty:Well regardless after that sickening attack we just had, we are told Twilight still is unaware of the attack and was waiting by the curtain. I'd like to welcome special guest commentator from Living on a Prayer PPV Elish back to the booth for this contest.
Elisha;Thanks Marty, lets go to the ring. ::::::::::::"Not For You" by Pearl Jam hits the speakers and the fans jump to their feet. Shawn Twilight appears at the top of the aisle Sidney in hand surounded by the Richmond Police Force. Many of them apparently having one too many doghnuts yet there never the less. Twilight stood at the top surveying the crowd then he began to walk towards the ring.::::::::::::
Craig Conners:Ladies and gentlemen in this next non title contest, introducing first weighing in at 231 pounds at 6 foot 2. The Master of the Hero's Suplex. He is the BEW United States Champion. I give you Shawn Twilight!
:::::::::::::Rolling into the ring Sidney took her place in Shawn's corner as the police force surounded her and the ring. Leaving a small part for Kirt Kinson to slide through. "The Joker" by The Steve Miller Band hit the speakers and the fans erupted into a chorus of boo's. Kirt Kinson made his way through the curtain to another eruption of boos.::::::::::::
Craig Conners: And his opponent in this non title competition. Standing 6 foot 4 and 225, the Shooter himself Kirt Kinson!!!!!
:::::::::::::Slowly making his way down the aisle Kinson stopped half way down and set a set of bills in the hands of a fat balding man. Looking around suspiciously Kinson made his way along the outside to the far end of the ring and climbed up on the apron.::::::::::::
Marty:What was that all about?
Doug: Who knows...
Elisha: Well Kinson doesn't...hey wait just a minute look...
::::::::::::::The large fat balding man climbed over the railing evading security and tore towards the police force that surounded Sidney. Crashing into them he took down two of them. Widening his eyes Twilight lept over the top and crashed down behind the man at ringside. Spinning the man around he slammed his first into the mans face knocking him down. Police crashed on the man and cuffed him quickly. After a quick word to Sidney Twilight turned to have Kinson waiting behind the apron with a chair.::::::::::::
Marty: Look out! *CRACK*
Doug:Man Kinson took Twilight by complete surprise with that shot to the head. Tossing Shawn into the ring Kinson follows. I've always liked this Kirt fellow. What a brilliant way to get ahead. Distracting Twilight with a chair.
Elisha: Ugh. Give me a break, this place has rules. Unlike some places we all know about.
Marty:Lets just pay attention to the action. Kinson takes Twilight down with a running lariat.
Doug:Lifting up Twilight he hits him off the ropes and hit a nicely placed flying dropkick. Twilight hits the mat hart. Kinson on top...
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2...
NO
Elisha: Kinson yanking him to a sitting position slides on a headlock and NO Twilight out the back in a flash into a hammer lock rolls off that and nails Kinson with a flying bulldog!
Marty: Twilight yanks Kinson to his feet and a huge russian leg sweep! Rolls over into a pinning combination!
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2...
3 no no. Wow that was close!
Doug:Twilight yanks Kinson to his knees wraps his arm around the throat and Into the Misers GRASP! NO NO. Kinson struggled out the back and rolls around Twilight lunges after and Kinson My Goodness what a low blow. What a serious of moves. Kinson slides out only to nail Twilight.
Elisha: Twilight doubled over on his knees. Twilight sends him off the ropes. A knee and into a vicious ddt. Kinson now sprawling Twilight out in the middle of the ring. With cat like intensity he climbed to the top rope, hes pearched...he's pearched and FLYING LEDDROP!
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NO
Marty:What was Kinson thinking? He has to be the laziest piece of...
Doug:He now. Just because he only covered him with his leg doesn't mean he's lazy. Angrly yanking Twilight to his feet Kinson gives him a thrusting forearm.
Elisha: Kinson step's into the flatliner and stares around with Twilight in position much to the crowds DISapproval. Kinson flys back BUT TWILIGHT TAKES A HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE. Kinson crashes to the mat. Twilight lunges foreward yanking up Kinson's leg he spins it arond and drops right into a figure four!
Marty: He has it right in the middle of the ring! Kinson scrambling hard to attempt to get anything to stop the pain. Twilight trying to keep it centered. Kinson has a little more height and is dragging Twilight closer to the ropes. He leans back and barely grabs the ropes.
Doug: You see another brilliant move by Kinson. Twilight retracts rolls out of it and grasps a hand ful of hair to yank Kinson to his feet.
Elisha:Twilight with two sharp left jabs sends Kinson into the ropes hits a drop toe hold leaps into a reverse Indian death lock and Kinson crys out in pain. My goodness what ahtleticism by Twilight. A true man. He wrenches back on the leg and that same cocky grin graces his face.
Marty:Uh oh, is someone smitten?
Doug:HA!
Elisha:No!
Marty:In any matter Kinson reaches back as Twilight wrenches back again and he is raked in the eyes.
Doug:Brilliant. Sheer genious. Only a shooter could think of that way out. Kinson rolls out of the ring and limps to the railing. He is in alot of pain. Twilight shakes off the scratch to the eyes and on his knees seeks out Kinson. He has him.
Elisha:Uh oh Twilight leaps to his feet hits the far ropes he comes running AHHHH SHOOTING STAR PRESS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HE CRASHES DOWN ON KINSON! MY GOODNESS IN ALL MY...well in all my months of commentating I have never seen anything like that. What a move!
Marty: Your not kidding. Twilight now yanks Kinson up and slams him hard into the post. Kinson clutches his forehead as he stumbles back. Twilight rears him back and hits a hard reverse ddt on the outside.
Doug:My goodness that was an harsh mood. Twilight tosses Kinson into the ring and follows in. Kinson sits up clutching his neck and head, uh oh UH OH Twilight leans in and lodges on the MISERS GRASP. Kinson immediatly falls prey to the clutches and rears back. Twilight sinks it in and this could be all!
Elisha:No wait Kinson used his taller body and momentum to roll right over Twilight and get tangled in the ropes. Angrily Twilight lets go and hits the ropes BASEBALL SLIDE AND THE SHOOTER IS SMACKED IN THE BACK!
Marty: Twilight yanks Kinson off the ropes and right into the middle of the ring. He is going to set him up for the Heros Suplex!!!
Doug: No wait. Kinson BLOCKS! We know these guys share the same hold. Kinson blocks and delivers two stiff rights to the gut of Twilight. KINSON WITH THE REVERSE NO WAIT. Twilight up and over the back. He yanked Kinson down with him folding him back and OH NO!
Elisha:RIGHT INTO THE MISERS GRASP! HE HAS IT LODGED IN RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING. Twilight has it in so well he even lodge the legs around the waist of Kinson. This one is about to be over. Twilight rears back and has it locked in. Kinson trying to escape. He can't even tap in the position.
Marty:Twilight really wrenching in, again, again, Kinson stops struggling, the ref goes for the arm...come on!
Once, that's one!
Twice, that's TWO!
Three, NO NO. Kinson's arm is up.
Doug:Twilight rears back twice as hard. Come on Kirt!
Elisha:Shawn is gonna do it! Kinson has no chance! He rears back again and Kinson TAPS!
*DING DING*
Marty:This ones over. Shawn Twilight tucks another W under his belt and he walks away still intact.
Doug:My goodness what a match.
Elisha:Well guys that was great, Im honoured to have been able to attend and guest commentate. Good luck on the rest of the card.
Marty:Thanks Elisha, well be right back folks with Shame and Vengenace.
Marty:Well without further ado, the Lonestar takes on the man that was inches away from being world champ.
Doug: Ha. Hardly inches. More like feet...anyways lets go to Conners in the ring.
The fans began to cheer as for Whom the bell tolls by Metallica rang out amongst the arena. Vengenace stepped through the curtain and slowly progressed down the aisle not waiting for his entrance.
Craig Conners: Ladies and gentlemen standing at a huge 6'9 and 305 pounds. The man, the threat, the master of Bad Mojo. He is VENGEANCEEEEEEEEE!
Sliding into the ring he hit the ropes and turned to the fans who had quieted. Shrugging he simply turned back to the aisle.
Shattering glass brought every fan to their feet. Back in Black hit the speakers. The fans go absolutely nuts. Conners attempts to beat the noise.
Craig Conners:And his opponent the legendary, 6'2, 250 pound Texan. He's the Lonestar himself. He is SHAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Parting the curtain he strode down the isle way slapping hands with the fans. Fans went absolutely nuts. Grinning Shame strode up the stairs and into the ring. Hitting the ropes the fans got louder. Smiling he turned to Vengenace who surpringinly decided to start without him and nailed him low with a knee.
Marty:Vengeance with a flurry of moves early on. He pounds Shame into the corner. Shame now wait. He kicks Vengenace in the knee he spins him into the corner. The fans go NUTS. Shame kicking Vengenace right into the mat.
Doug:These fans are incredible. Shame yanks him to his feet and slaps on a running BULLDOG. He hits! Incredible! These fans are still chanting. Shame turns him over for an early cover.
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NO. Not this early fool.
Marty: Shame yanks him to his feet, he sends Vengenace off the ropes he attempts to kick him. Vengeance being much to huge blocks the kick. Delivers a jab to the stomach and INTO A GORRILLA PRESS SLAM! Shame up and DOWN! Vengenace stomps Shame right in the face. Yanking him to his feet he slams him hard into the corner.
Doug:Shame stumbles out and is caught in a hard belly to belly. Down with him he goes. Ontop for a cover.
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NO.
Marty:Shame quickly trying to get to the ropes to avoid being hit harder. Vengenace grabs a hand full of the trunks of Shame and yanks him back to mid ring. Spinning him around he SLAPS his hand across the throat of shame. He is about to CHOKE SLAM HIM!
Doug: Oh man. Shame dropped to his knees and delivered a low blow to Vengeance. Vengeance doubles over, and INTO A SMALL PACKAGE
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Not even close. Vengeance is just too tall.
Marty:Vengeance quickly to his feet still favoring his groin. Shame with a kick and a HUGE DDT. The fans erupt again. Shame yanks him up. Smashing his head into the corner. He looks at the fans and they erupt again.
Doug:Incredible, ugh, Shame sends Vengenace across the ring. He comes flying out of the corner. Shame with a running SPEAR. HE EVEN TOOK VENGEANCE DOWN?!?!?!
Marty:What a MOVE!
Doug:Shame quickly stomps Vengenace down much harder. Yanking him to his feet he sends Vengenace off hte ropes and HITS him hard with a running lariat. Shame dominating and the crowd erupts.
Marty:Once again sending Vengeance off the ropes Shame HITS ANOTHER SPEAR TAKING HIM DOWN! Shame gives the sign for the sidewinder! The fans are going nuts.
Doug:Uh oh Look. Marty: Oh my god those two men earlier, have just jumped the railing and head to ringside, one still holding the chains, the other with a baseball bat. Shame inside the ring doesn't even notice the two men, this certainly cannot be good.
::::::::::::The two men, still dressed in black hooded sweatshirt roll into the ring, still grasping onto the weapons in their hand. The smaller of the two, sits up on the top rope the larger man, circles Shame not realising that the smaller man sits on the turnbuckle. The larger man strides forward, quickly turning suddenly the man slamms the bat across the back of Vengenace.::::::::::::
Marty: Damnit Shame has just been cost the friggin match. The ref is calling for the bell.
:::::::::::::Turning again the larger man ducks a punch by Shame and jamming his knee up into the ribs of Shame, knocking the wind out of his lungs. The larger man turns Shame around, as the smaller of the two jumps off the top rope, slamming the large metal chain into the forehead of Shame.::::::::::::
Doug: Another attack here tonight, just as vicious as the others earlier.
Marty: It doesn't look like they are finished, quite yet though
::::::::::::The larger man lays Shame out, face first to the canvas. **CRACK** He slams the baseball bat into the back of Shame, **CRACK** and once again he connects. The smaller man at this point, jumps out of the ring grabbing a wooden table from underneath the ring, and slides it into the ring underneath the bottom rope. **CRACK** the larger man once again connects with the baseball bat into the back of Shame. The smaller man sets up the table, climbs up onto the top rope, the large man rolls Shame onto the table, the smaller man jumps **CRASH** he splashes Shame through the table.::::::::::::::
Doug: Ya know these two men look quite familiar. I can't quite put my finger on it though.
:::::::::::::The larger man, sits in the corner while the smaller of the two continues the beating on Shame. Pulling his spurs of his boot, and raking them across his forehead busting him open. The smaller man lifts up Shame to his feet, who still wobbles yet still being held up the larger man lifts himself up out of the corner, the baseball bat in hand he takes a swing, hitting him directly in the arm of Shame, knocking him to the mat.:::::::::::::
Marty: Why is this attack taking place now? Why isn't there any officials to help out here? Where are those BEW security forces to put an end to this? Please anybody from the back, come out here and help Shame.
:::::::::::::The smaller of the men, grabs a piece of the broken table **CRACK** he slams it over the face of Shame. He grabs another piece, this one with a piece of metal jutting out from it. The slammer man, lays the piece of table on the face of Shame metal piece down on his face and drops a leg down across it. The larger man, lifts Shame onto the top rope, as the smaller grabs two steel chairs from the ringside area the smaller man lays one chair on the canvas, and holds onto the other. The larger man sets Shame into a DDT position, not dropping him yet **CRACK** the smaller man smacks the chair into the head of Shame in the DDT position, almost immediately the larger man drops him into a DDT and down onto the steel chair.:::::::::::::
Doug: Well, it looks like the larger man out of the two is requesting a microphone. While the smaller man, continues to pound on Shame with those links.
Marty: LINKS?! That's Mass Carnage, is has to be
Large Man: Consider this an example to the rest of you, and to President Micheal Merrix. This is just yet another chapter in the book of Armageddon, that is about to be penned.
::::::::::::The larger man grabs something out of his pocket throwing it towards the smaller man, who catches it and moves it onto a finger, the larger man jams the baseball bat into the ribs of Shame who lays in the corner, as the lights dim and the music of "My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult's, "After the Flesh" begins to blast throughout the arena, as the two men leave.::::::::::::
Marty: Wow! Some threatening words from that man, and some dangerous actions here as well. Could more be in store for the BEW?
Doug: Lets hope not.
Marty:Hey now. After the Flesh begins again and we have Vice President Ryan Magee carrying a Mic making his way to the ring. After the Flesh dies and Shame is out in the middle of the ring. Vengeance is being pulled down the aisle.
VP Ryan Magee: And your WINNER! Vengeanceeeeeee
::::::::::::Making his way up the steps his Armani suit flashing in the light. A pair of sun glasses hanging from the coat pocket. A black and red diamond tie swinging from his neck, he climbs through the middle of the ring and steps over a few pools of Shame's blood. Medical officials remain on the outside waiting for Magee to give them the signal to clear Shame out. Walking up to stand directly above Shame Magee stops and with a cocky grin raises the mic to his face.::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: For faaaaaaaar too long have I been quiet. Since the first time I ever met the texas rattlesnake, I've known he was a no good peice of trash.
:::::::::::The fans begin a quiet boo as they notice the edge in the Texas Rattlesnake part.::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: Hell I could go on for hours about how many times when we all turn on the tv to a certain USA station and hear the same grass breaking and the same rattlesnake phrase but we all know that's irrelavaent.
The problem I have right now is that I actually allowed my partner in crime Mr.Merrix to hire this piece of trailor park scum. This piece of trash. You ran your big mouth for months on end about this that and the other thing regarding my dream of the WCIWA.
Incredible oh big star how WCIWA's attendance records soared and it's popularity doubled when your sorry ass was fired. Oh yes the fan's choice.
::::::::::::A resounding set of boo's lit the arena.::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: Yes yes boo me, but just like all WCIWA fans you too will eventually get tired of the constant ramblings of the texas trash. You know Shame the problem with you was, the WCIWA outgrew your little texas persona. There were too many stars and you couldn't handle the people. Such is a shame, no pun intended.
:::::::::::::More boo's erupted.::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: So once little old Shame couldn't handle the pressures he tried to weasel out. Well before I could let him out of his contract I fired his ass. He took offence and ran home to his momma, or his wife if you prefer...or better yet his old lady, and basically ran his mouth off about wciwa. Holding a silly little grudge because we got bigger and better without him.
So from now on Shame, I do insist you watch your back. For at the next PPV, Oh yes don't worry Shame you will see me at the next ppv, for at the next ppv my trailor park friend you will meet Latex Lex, and Vice in a triple threat match. You don't like it? Awwwwwwwwww. Too bad. You don't like it, then take a hike. Ill gladly let your ass out of a contract this time.
::::::::::::More boo's hit the arena. Magee slowly made his way to the ropes. Stopping suddenly on the apron he turned back and began again with the mic.:::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: Oh yes and Shame, just one last thing before I go, you can harp and cry and bitch about each and every little thing I said and about WCIWA all you want. WCIWA is a lost dream, and frankly Im gonna take a vacation. So during my little hiatus I'll be sure to ignore everything you wish to tell me about. See ya in a month.
::::::::::::Turning to the medical crew and the stretcher at ringside.::::::::::::
VP Ryan Magee: Get that peice of garbage out of my ring, he's staining the canvas...
::::::::::::Tossing the mic onto the floor he lept down from the apron and made his way towards the curtain.::::::::::::
Marty: Wow...wow...
::::::::::::The scene fades to black.::::::::::::
OOC: Once again a late card. I apologize guys. I had the card posted earlier, but the page didn't save correctly. And what luck I have, all the time I spent posting it this time correctly, my comp froze up or something else. Well it's up. Rate it please. And all thanks to the man Ry for the second part of the card and a job well done. Even though our Friday cards are always posted around Saturday at noon, they will remain on Friday. Thanks for your patience guys.