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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:12:21 GMT -5
Monday Night Massacre Live from the Dunkin' Donuts Center in Providence, RI Attendance: 14,500
The WWICW theme song blares over the PA system as the sold out crowd cheers at the top of their lungs. Pyro begins to shoot off towards the rafters followed by a series of explosions on the entrance ramp. When the sound dies down the music fades just a little and the camera angle switches from the entrance ramp to the announcer's table where Eric Jackson and Shane Stone kick of Monday Night Massacre.
Eric Jackson: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Monday Night Massacre. I'm Eric Jackson, and alongside me is Shane Stone.
Shane Stone: We want to thank all of you for tuning in as well as for supporting our great promotion during the recent tough times. We have worked around our issues and we are back and stronger than ever. Tonight we have one helluva line up for you which includes the Super-X Champion Narmon Green, the World Champion Alex Awesome, and the final WWICW match of Viper's career.
Eric Jackson: That's right Shane, tonight is going to be an electrifying event, but nothing has drawn more attention, or more interest than the retirement of the "Real F'n Deal!"
The scene cuts to the jumbo tron as "In the end" by Linkin Park begins to play. A video of several clips from historic Viper matches begins to pour out on the screen including his Super-X title win over Lance Fiennes at Unleashed. Soon clips from the recent Fiennes/Viper feud begin to play in which Viper is not only dishing out beatings but recieving them as well. As the collage of footage comes to a close and the music slowly fades out the image stops on a picture of Viper bloody and beaten staring off into the distance after a brutal world title match with Lance.
Shane Stone: Tonight the WWICW is losing one of it's greatest stars and with that loss comes our first induction into the WWICW Hall of Fame. There is no doubt in anybodies mind that Viper has earned his spot in the history books, and as shocking as it sounds the man to do the honors of inducting Viper into the hall of fame is none other than his long time rival, Lance Fiennes.
Eric Jackson: I know I was shocked when I heard that, but tonight isn't about the Hall of Fame, or Viper's spot in the history books. Tonight is about blood, about pain, and about pure entertainment. All that and more, when we return from this commercial break.
**COMMERCIAL**
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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:18:40 GMT -5
Eric Jackson: Welcome back everybody. We are ready for our first match of the evening between Blackjack Sullivan and the WWICW Super-X Champion, Narmon Greene.
Shane Stone: All bets are off in this match folks. Jason Williams signed this match Hardcore rules, so no matter what these two men do to one another, nobody can stop the brutality.
Narmon Greene Vs. Blackjack Sullivan Non-Title, Hardcore Match[/i][/size]
“Midnight Rider” by Waylon Jennings begins to play over the arena’s PA system and the fans begin to cheer as Blackjack Sullivan steps out onto the entrance ramp with his WWICW tag team championship belt draped over his shoulder. With a confident stride, Sullivan quickly makes his way down to the ring and slides inside. Climbing a corner turnbuckle he raises his tag team title over his head and the fans eat it up. As Blackjack continues to work the crowd, his music is cut off and is soon replaced by “Climbing Up Your Walls” by Radiohead. The fans immediately hush as the lights dim to a dark glow. Slowly the sadistic Narmon Greene steps out onto the ramp dragging the WWICW Super-X title on the ground. As he glares as Blackjack from atop the ramp a look of hatred can be seen in his dark eyes. Step by step he moves closer to the ring, still dragging his title belt on the steel ramp way. When Narmon reaches the ringside area he freezes. Looking down at the gold in his hand he quickly drops it as if scared by its presence. Sullivan takes advantage of Greene’s lapse in attention and leaps over the top rope cleaning Greene out with a flying moonsault. Sullivan quickly jumps back to his feet and takes hold of Narmon’s hair. Pulling the Super-X champ back to his feet, Blackjack starts to walk towards the electrical equipment.
Eric Jackson: This match is unfolding relatively quickly. The Super-X champ hasn’t even had a chance to get into this thing.
Shane Stone: If Blackjack keeps this up, we may very well see him as the victor in this match.
As the two men reach the set up of electrical equipment, Blackjack reaches down and takes hold of a thick extension cord. Wrapping it around Narmon’s throat, Sullivan wrenches tight. Narmon starts to grunt as his face begins to turn a dark red, but before Narmon loses consciousness Sullivan releases the cord, tosses it aside and slaps Narmon on the side of the head.
Eric Jackson: Looks like Blackjack has a point to prove!
Shane Stone: And he plans on doing that by extending Greene’s punishment.
Laying into Greene with a couple of hard boots Blackjack turns away from the Super-X champ looking for a weapon. Nearby Sullivan finds a pile of replacement posts for the guard rails. Blackjack quickly snatches up one of the thick steel pipes and turns back to Narmon but is caught off guard as the now recovered Greene charges him tackling him to the ground. Greene begins to pummel Blackjack with a series of lefts and rights before taking hold of Sullivan’s arm and snapping him to a standing position. Quickly Narmon Irish whips Sullivan right into the electrical equipment. Sparks shoot off and as Sullivan staggers back we can see blood trickling down his forehead from a fresh gash. Seeing this Narmon takes his hand and smears it down Sullivan’s face getting blood all over his own hands as well as blinding Sullivan with it. Narmon turns around and grabs the steel pipe that Sullivan had grabbed earlier and turns to his dazed opponent. Swiftly and effortlessly Narmon drives the steel pipe into the side of Sullivan’s head knocking him down to the ground. Narmon tosses the pipe aside and quickly covers.
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Kick out by Blackjack.
Eric Jackson: Oh my god the heart of Blackjack. I cannot believe he kicked out after that.
Shane Stone: Look at Narmon, he’s laughing!
Pulling Blackjack back to his feet Narmon pushes him back towards the ring, as they enter the ringside area, somehow Blackjack pulls it out of him to shove Narmon into the ring post. As both men lie on the outside of the ring, the fans begin to chant “Doom Patrol” over and over. Slowly the two men begin to recover. Blood trickling down Blackjack’s face. Sullivan is the first on his feet and catches Narmon in a full nelson which he uses to modify into a customized yet powerful rock bottom like maneuver. Covering Narmon the ref makes the count.
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And Narmon kicks out as well. Blackjack looks shocked as well as exhausted as he struggles back to his feet. Driving a couple of boots into Narmon’s midsection, Sullivan turns his attention to the heavy ring stairs. As he goes to pick them up Narmon begins to rise. Turning towards Narmon, Blackjack’s view is blocked by the massive object. With all his strength he pulls back and begins to send it forward in Narmon’s direction but he fails as Narmon plows through Blackjack knocking him down. The stairs come crashing down on top of Blackjack’s midsection.
Eric Jackson: He got over confident and he is feeling it now.
Shane Stone: I think this one is just about finished. Those stairs came crashing down on his chest from almost six feet in the air. He probably has a broken rib or two.
Narmon looks as though he is annoyed and ready for a finish. Reaching underneath the ring apron he reemerges with a steel chair in his hands. With the ring steps still on the chest of Blackjack, Narmon slams the chair into the steps over and over again. Finally as the chair breaks apart Narmon tosses aside the remains, then immediately hooks on the Chainsaw Massacre.
Eric Jackson: Oh! Shit! This looks painful!
Blackjack flails around, trying to get out of the horrific maneuver, but eventually he goes limp, the pain reinvigorates him moments later, but only for him to tap out. Narmon lets go of a now destroyed Sullivan and stands above his victim in victory.
Eric Jackson: Narmon Greene pulls off an impressive win over Blackjack!
Shane Stone: Narmon has proven time and time again he is brutal in and out of the ring. This match was nothing short of what was expected.
Eric Jackson: We have to go to a brief commercial break but when we return we have two more matches for you. Don’t change the channel we’ll be right back.
**COMMERCIAL**
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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:25:13 GMT -5
As Massacre returns from commercial break, the scene opens in the WWICW interview area where Candice Sweetser is standing by with Viper.
Candice Sweetser: Viper, tonight you walk into your final WWICW match against a man who you have a brutal history with. What are your thoughts?
Viper: My thoughts are empty Candice. Tonight is no different than any other night. I have a job to do, and with that job comes the desire to be victorious. Lance and I do have a history in that ring, and by god tonight will be our final shot at evening things up. Lance thinks he owes me one because I cost him the WWICW World title...well I got a newsflash for Lance, the WWICW is better off without him as champion. He did nothing but ruin the dignity of that title, and despite the fact that he is one hell of a wrestler, there are others like Alex Awesome who are far more deserving. Lance Fiennes has screwed me in more ways than one, and for him to even suggest that he owes me one is simply misguided. Tonight I am walking out to that ring with one goal...to beat Lance into oblivion and walk out of this company victorious. Tonight isn't about gold or rankings, tonight is about doing what I do best...inflicting as much pain as possible, on the pour fool that failed to heed my message. When you fuck with RFD, your fucking with the BEST!
Viper turns away from Candice and walks off set. Candice begins to get a look of concern on her face.
Candice Sweetser: Ladies and gentlemen, I just got word that Blackjack Sullivan and Tim Northern have incapacitated Narmon Greene. He is currently on his way to the hospital via ambulance and will not be able to referee this match.
The scene fades to darkness and quickly cuts to the arena where we are ready for our next match.
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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:26:46 GMT -5
Viper Vs. Lance Fiennes The Final Grudge Match No Holds Barred[/i]
The lights dim as Viper makes his way out to the screaming crowd!!! He poses for the crowd on the ramp as he takes his time heading down to the ring. Climbing inside, he heads to the turnbuckles to stand on them and pose a bit more for the crowd's last photo opportunity.
Eric Jackson: This is it folks. This looks to be his last hurrah for Viper in WWICW and what a ride it's been!!
Shane Stone: What are you kidding me?!? The man fought a few mid card matches here and there and you think he's something special?
Eric Jackson: Think it?? The man has shed blood, sweat, and tears for this company and he deserves to be recognized for it.
Shane Stone: Give me a break. The guy loses a few drops of blood and you want to give him a medal or something. Hey, I shed tears too….Every week that I'm out here with you!!
Eric Jackson: That's not the same….
Eric is cut off as Lance Fiennes' music hit’s the arena and he makes his way down to ringside. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction as they want to cheer for both competitors. Lance slides into the ring and poses for the crowd as Viper pulls on the ropes to warm up.
Shane Stone: Now here's a guy that deserves a freaking medal. First ever WWICW Contender's Champion…
Eric Jackson: Which he had help to win.
Shane Stone: First ever WWICW Super-X Champion…
Eric Jackson: Which he had help to win.
Shane Stone: …and an all around great Athlete!!
Eric Jackson: … and I bet if we check his locker, we'd find he had help earning those muscles as well. Steroids anyone?
Shane Stone: You don't know greatness when you see it.
Eric Jackson: I know I'm about to see it. Now shut up. The ref is starting the match!!
The ref calls for the bell and the two men circle the ring staring intensely at the other. After a tense few seconds, they reach out and lock up testing each other's strength. They push against each other until suddenly Lance shifts and puts Viper into a headlock. Viper pushes Lance off of him and into the ropes, ducking underneath him on his return, then goes for a hip toss which Lance blocks and sends Viper flying with one of his own. Viper hits the mat hard and Lance is on him punching him in the face within seconds.
Shane Stone: That's a champion for ya!! Check that out!! Reflexes like a cat!
Lance then picks Viper up and goes for a power bomb but Viper slides off his shoulders and as he begins to land on one knee, locks his hands behind Lance's head and drops him face first onto his raised knee!!! Lance's head bounces off as he stumbles backwards and Viper wastes no time to take advantage of the situation!!! Viper charges forward and clotheslines Lance and himself over the top rope as they crash to the floor. The crowd really begins to stir as Viper is the first to his feet. He stomps on the dazed Lance and then, after a couple of hits, backs up and charges into Lance knee first into his face!! Lance tries to get out of the way but Viper is too fast and the attack connects squarely with his jaw causing blood to ooze out of Lance's mouth.
Eric Jackson: Ugghh!! Did you see that?!? Lance may have the reflexes of a cat but it's definitely a Viper that's got his tongue!!
Shane Stone: For Viper's sake, he better not have broken the man's jaw. How would Lance be able to give those amazing interviews of his if his jaw was wired shut?!? When that man talks, everybody listens.
Eric Jackson: You do know that's Lance Fiennes out there right?
After nailing Lance with the knee, Viper turns back towards the crowd and screams at them asking do they want more?!? The crowd roars it's response and Viper turns his attention back towards Lance. Suddenly white smoke flies out and blinds Viper as Lance blinds him with a fire extinguisher he had pulled out from under the ring!! Viper is momentarily blinded as Lance charges forward and levels him with the bottom of the extinguisher!! Viper falls back on the mat hard as Lance takes a minute to catch his breath.
Shane Stone: See!!! I knew Viper was just getting in a few lucky hits!!
Eric Jackson: Lucky?!? And what would you call Lance being able to find a fire extinguisher under the ring like that?!?
Shane Stone: Ummm… Strategic knowledge of his environment.
Eric Jackson: Strategic knowledge… What the Hell are you talking about?!? You probably don't even know what the word "Environment" means….
Shane Stone: Of course I do but I'm not going to tell you as I hate to make you look stupid on TV.
Eric Jackson: Too late. I'm already sitting next to you.
Lance begins to pick up Viper and rams him head first into the guard rail. Viper's head bounces off and he crumples to the ground beside it. Lance takes this moment to look under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat. He takes a practice swing to test the metal bat out and then makes his way over to Viper. Picking up the bat, he swings for Viper's head but misses as Viper ducks away and kicks Lance in the groin!! Lance doubles over in pain and Viper gets himself to his feet and lifts Lance from behind into a back body drop. Lance hit’s the pavement hard as he clutches the back of his neck viper then begins to go around the ring grabbing anything he can find and throwing it into the ring.
Shane Stone: What the hell is he doing?!?
Eric Jackson: He's taking this match to a whole new level!!! If Lance wants to add a few toys to the playground, then so can Viper!!!
Finally Lance gets to his feet and climbs into the ring as Viper climbs in from the other side with a steel chair. Lance goes to stand up but Viper charges him with the chair!! Lance ducks to the side past Viper and hit's viper with the Fiennes- O- Matic!!! As soon as Viper hit’s the mat, Lance goes for the cover. 1... 2... Kick out. Lance argues with the ref on the slow count and the ref just shrugs. Finally, Lance goes back on the attack lifting Viper up and suplexing him backwards onto a metal garbage can the Viper had thrown in moments ago. Again with the cover….. 1... 2... Kick out. Lance is pissed and begins to curse out the referee who, to his credit, continues to stand his ground.
Eric Jackson: Looks like Lance is having a problem with the referee's calls.
Shane Stone: They were slow calls!! What ?? Is the referee retarded or something?!?
Finally Lance decides to get back to Viper who is using the ropes to stand up. However, when Viper turns around, Lance scrambles his brains with a steel chair shot!!! Viper drops to his knees and Lance hits him again…denting the chair over Viper's skull. Viper just stays on his knees, woozy from the hits as Lance reaches down and picks up some Brass knucks and grabs Viper in a side headlock. Using the brass knucks he pounds into Viper's head over and over and over again until blood is covering his hand. Smiling, Lance turns back towards the crowd and they boo him intensely.
Eric Jackson: Looks like the crowd has made up their minds on who they want to win.
Shane Stone: If you think they are mad now, just wait until you see what happens when Lance wins!!!
Lance looks down at the bloodied Viper and looks around the ring for what he can use next. Noticing the Ladder in a corner, He picks it up and places it in one of the corners between the top and middle ropes. Lance then lifts Viper to his feet and, positioning him into the far corner, and then tries to Irish whip him into the steel ladder. However, Viper clings onto Lance's wrist for dear life and reverses the Irish whip with one of his own sending Lance hurtling into the steel ladder face first!!! Lance's head viciously snaps back as the ladder busts him wide open and he crashes to the ground. The crowd is screaming holy sh*t as both competitors lie motionless.
Shane Stone: Oh my GOD!!! Lance!! Get UP!!
Eric Jackson: The first one up is going to have a serious advantage here folks.
Shane Stone: It's going to be Lance!! It has to be!!
After a few tense moments, both competitors slowly begin to get up. Viper makes it to his feet first however and quickly chop blocks Lance while diving under the ladder and sliding to the outside. Before Lance can register in his mind what is going on, Viper reaches into the ring and pulls his ankles crotching him on the ring post. Then, while Lance doubles over in pain, Viper reaches under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer!!! Lance tries to pull himself back into the ring but Viper is just too quick as he swings the sledgehammer with all his might catching and crushing Lance's knee between the hammer and the ring post!!!
Eric Jackson: Did you see that!!! He could have shattered his knee cap!!!
Shane Stone: He can still win!! He can still win!!! Get up Lance!!!
Lance crawls into the ring and Viper climbs first onto the outside apron and the to the top of the turnbuckle!! The crowd is going nuts and screaming Viper's name as he waits on the top rope. Just as Lance gets to his feet and turns around, Viper launches himself off the top rope with sledge hammer in hand!! Right before he connects though, Lance steps forward and counters the move with a LANCE CRUSHER!!! Lance makes the cover!!!
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Shane Stone: This is it!!!
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Shane Stone: Lance is going to win!!
Thr… KICK OUT!!!
Shane Stone: Wha.. NO!! HOW?!?
Eric Jackson: Still think Viper's mid card status?
Shane Stone: SHUT UP ERIC!!!
Lance can't believe it either as he tries and barely gets to his feet. He grabs Viper by the hair and pulls him up but Viper is more conscious then Lance thought and grabs Lance and takes him down with an Manhattan Drop (Inverse Atomic Drop). Lance falls back onto the mat and Viper grabs his legs and… LOCKS LANCE IN HIS OWN FIENNES MAKER!!!!
Shane Stone: No!! Ref!! Stop him!!!
Eric Jackson: It's no holds barred…
Shane Stone: SHUT UP ERIC!!! THIS IS SERIOUS!!
Lance twists and screams as his damaged knee is being pulled apart!! Lance arms fail in the air as he reaches and grabs the ropes in a hopes to get out of the maneuver but the are no rope breaks!! The ref kneels down asking if he gives up and Fiennes looks like he's going to tap but then his hand falls on something and he picks it up and swings it at Viper. IT"S THE SLEDGEHAMMER!!!…..
Shane Stone: YES!! YES!!…
Before it connects however, Viper is able to catch it, pulls it away, and rams it into Lance's stomach and breaks the hold.
Shane Stone: NO!! NO!!
Both competitors get up and Lance takes a wild swing at Viper who ducks underneath it and shoves Lance to the ropes. Lance bounces off, ducks under Viper's clothesline, and goes for the Fiennes -O- Matic… But Viper spins around and breaks his grip before Lance can drop him in the maneuver and nails Lance with the V- Factor!!!
Shane Stone: NO!!!!!!!!!
Viper with the cover.
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Shane Stone: Get up you Irish son of a B*tch!!!
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Shane Stone: Please?!?
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The crowd is on their feet as the ref calls for the bell!! Your winner in this match… VIPER!!!
Shane Stone: I..I..I can't believe it…..
Eric Jackson: Well, if I could speak now, I did tell you that Viper was no mid carder.
Shane Stone: Eric?
Eric Jackson: Yes, Shane?
Shane Stone: Shut up.
Viper climbs the ropes to receive the accolades from the crowd and taking his time to head into the back. Finally Fiennes gets to his feet and approaches Viper. The crowd hushes as the two exchange words in the middle of the ring until finally Fiennes extends his hand for a handshake. Viper accepts it and Lance pulls him close for a brief hug and pat on the back. Then Lance lifts his arm in the air as the crowd chants… "VIPER!! VIPER!! VIPER!! VIPER!!"
Eric Jackson: What do you think of that Shane?
Shane Stone: F*cking Irish Benedict Arnold……….
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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:30:56 GMT -5
Returning from commercial break Candice tries to chase down the Doom patrol as they head for the arena.
Candice Sweetser: Wait...wait up. Can I get a word with...
Tim Northern whips around furiously.
Tim Northern: WHAT!?
Candice Sweetser: Ah...umm...I...I ju...
Tim Northern: W...W...Well get it out little lady! I've got a match to get to and not a whole lot a time as you should know already.
Candice Sweetser: I just wanted to ask...
Tim Northern wrenches the mic out of Candice's hand.
Tim Northern: Let me save you the time Candice, the Doom Patrol has been an unbeatable force since the formed here in the WWICW and tonight I goin' out there and I am provin' to the whole damn world that I am worthy of being a World title contender. Alex Awesome is a nobody, and beating him tonight will be as easy as one of them there...well you!
Candice's jaw drops at the comment made by Northern, who simply chuckles to himself.
Tim Northern: Just watch as true wrasslin' talent performs at it's finest, and the Doom Patrol climbs higher to the top of the ladder.
Northern tosses the mic back at Candice who jumbles it around before grabbing hold of it. With a look of disgust she turns and walks away as the scene cuts to the arena.
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Post by WWICW Owner Jason Williams on May 23, 2006 11:32:03 GMT -5
Alex Awesome Vs. Tim Northern Non-Title[/i][/size] If Tim Northern wins, he gets a shot at the World title at the following Massacre. Likewise, if Alex Awesome wins, he and a partner of his choice gets a shot at the Tag Team titles at the following Massacre.
As the audience screams for the Main Event, the lights begin to stir. "Ugly" by The Exies hits and the audience starts to boo wildly as their World Heavyweight Champion edges out onto the rampway, accompanied by his manager Ashley Diamond.
Announcer- On his way to the ring... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, accompanied by Ashley Diamond... from Long Beach, California... he is the WWICW World Heavyweight Champion... Aleeeeeeeex AWESOOOOOOOOOME!
The deep lackings of appreciation echo across the ramp way where Alex treads, he slips into the ring and stands upon the top turnbuckle, raising out "the guns" and looking out as Ashley Diamond joins the commentary crew.
Eric Jackson- What an unpleasant surprise! We're joined by the skank of the week, Ashley Diamond.
Ashley Diamond- You'd do well to keep your mouth shut, Eric, or —
Eric Jackson- Don't tell me... Alex Awesome will beat me up?
Ashley Diamond- No. I will!
Shane Stone- Haha, yeah! That's the kind of girl we've been looking for!
Eric Jackson- At least she's a step up from Samantha Spade.
Ashley Diamond- Don't talk that way! Samantha's a friend of mine, I'll remind you! Oh! Look at Alex with that belt... doesn't he look sexy!?
Eric Jackson- No.
Then, suddenly, "Born To Raise Hell" hits the speakers, and Tim Northern walks out, accompanied by Blackjack Sullivan. Both men hold the Tag Team belts over their shoulders, and they wear them proudly as the audience cheers wildly for the most popular superstars in the WWICW. They stride down the ramp and Blackjack walks over to the commentary box and sits on a fourth seat, sitting on the otherside of the duo from Ashley Diamond, who glares at him from their recent assault.
Blackjack Sullivan- Well! It's great to be with the voices behind the WWICW. YEEHAW! I tell ya, Shane Stone! You ain't nuttin' but a fool, a pea-podded fool no less. I bet ya go off an' snatch 'em bodies, eh? Them kids in the streets, ya damn pedo.
Announcer- And the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, he is one half of the Tag Team Champions... he is "The Northstar"... he is... TIM NORRRRRRRRRTHERRRRRRN!
Eric Jackson- Hey man, say it for me!
Blackjack Sullivan- Say what?
Eric Jackson- Say your line!
Blackjack Sullivan- I don't have ta answer ta nobody, whether or not yer a cool ass commentary-guy, NOW GIT!!!
Some audience members sitting near the commentary box overhear this and laugh, but quieten down quickly as the music dies out and Tim Northern and Alex Awesome face one another in the ring.
Blackjack Sullivan- Time ta see some ass-whuppin' from the Northstar!
Ashley Diamond- I think you'll—
Blackjack Sullivan- HEY HEY! If I wanted a blowjob, I'd ask!
Alex and Tim lock up, Tim gets the advantage over a significantly smaller Alex Awesome and kicks his shins out from beneath him. Alex lands on his stomach as Northern goes directly into a boston crab. Alex snatches the ropes right in front of him and Northern lets go, only to drop a knee to Alex's ribs. Awesome flails from the impact, and reaches out to the apron edge. He pulls to get himself out of the ring, but Northern grabs his legs and pulls him so hard that Alex hovers up into the air before landing downwards onto the canvas gut first, hard.
Blackjack Sullivan- YEEEEEEHAW! NOW GIT, Alex! NOW GIT!!!
Ashley Diamond- Shut up, you inbred!
Shane Stone- Diamond has a point, Blacky, you ARE an inbred.
Eric Jackson- Shut up, both of you! I don't think Blackjack would appreciate that kind of talk!
Blackjack Sullivan- Damn right I wouldn't. But I have trouble believin' I'm an inbred when the gal who accuses me of bein' one was pounded by her dad every evenin'!
Ashley Diamond- Well I—
Blackjack Sullivan- SUCKED YOUR PAPA'S PONG-PONG!
Then, Alex is picked up by Tim, who pushes him off the ropes and whips him across the ring. Awesome comes back, tries a clothesline, Northern ducks. As Alex comes back, Tim tries for a Superkick, but Alex hangs onto the ropes and Tim stumbles from no impact. Alex follows up with a diving forearm smash. Northern hits the ground and Alex starts hammering away at his skull. Tim pushes Alex away, Alex bounces off the ropes and runs at him, Northern hits the floor first and Alex runs over him, comes back, only to be flapjacked onto the canvas by Tim Northern, who thereafter gets up and raises his arms to a cheering crowd.
Blackjack Sullivan- You gotta love them flapjacks... I have me one every mornin'!
Tim begins stomping on Awesome, forcing him into the corner, stomping over and over again. He steps back, then runs forth with a knee to Awesome's face. Alex slumps off the corner and lies flat. Tim kicks him out of the ring. Tim pulls his head over the apron to taunt Alex, who lashes out by poking Tim in the eyes. The ref couldn't possibly see it, and Tim gets onto his feet, rubbing his eyes as they react to the rough poke. Alex rushes back in, gets onto the top rope, and as Tim turns around, lunges for a diving dropkick. Tim thinks fast and drops down. Alex hits the referee instead!
Blackjack Sullivan- What... a... dumbass...
Northern sees his chance and pulls his trademark tazer out from his tights. He stalks Alex as he gets up, and when he turns around, gladly tazers the World Champion, who flails wildly from the shock, then collapses to the floor in a shocked heap. The audience begins to chant "TAZERS HURT! TAZERS HURT!" before Tim throws the tazer from the ring and reaches down to pick Alex up. But Awesome lashes out, having hidden brass knuckles in his pants. He punches Tim hard in the groin with the added-impact assistance of his brass knuckles, and Northern suffers such excrutiating and sudden pain that he collapses without a word, gasping for breath as Alex pulls himself onto his feet.
Blackjack Sullivan- That no-good root-toot-tootin' asshole!
The referee begins to stir, and Tim Northern is laid out, holding his groin in agony. Alex has no better opportunity. He climbs the top rope, holds out "the guns", and dives for an Awesome Bomb. He hits!
Shane Stone- Hey! Blackjack! Wh-what're you doing!
Blackjack rushes from the commentary box to break up the upcoming pin, but Ashley Diamond gets up too, and as Blackjack clambers up the staircase, Diamond kicks Blackjack in the groin from behind. Blackjack falls back, off the staircase and head first onto the security railing, knocking himself out. Ashley Diamond holds up her fingers as Alex gets the three count.
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Shane Stone- YES! YES YES YES! ALEX AND A PARTNER OF HIS ARE GOING FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES! FUCK YES!
Eric Jackson- I should've seen this coming... damn...
Announcer- And here is your winner... and NEW number one contender for the Tag Team Titles... Alex Awesome!
Alex stands in the ring, his arm around Ashley Diamond's shoulders as he holds both his World Heavyweight Title and Tim Northern's Tag Team Title up high.
Eric Jackson- Well! This has been quite an eventful night... what is to become of this!?
Shane Stone- I don't know, but I hope The Doom Patrol lose their belts at last!
Eric Jackson- Well... whatever happens, have a great night, folks!
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