Post by Tommy Rowan on Oct 5, 2013 0:06:19 GMT -5
The Un-Killable theme continues as fireworks go off around the stage. The fans are in an uproar as thousands hold up signs and cheer for their favorite stars. The atmosphere is electric as we come tot he commentary team, Fred Davies and Jim Hill. Both are in fancy suits and are pumped for the Pay Per View.
Fred Davies:"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN WELCOME TO UN-KILLABLE!!!! We are in front of a sold out crowd here tonight and we are ready to get this show going!"
Jim Hill:"Damn straight! Tonight is going to be historic! Let's get this started with some U.N. business!"
Marcus Senerchia:"Ladies and gentleman, this contest is your opening match of the evening! We take you now to Essex Prison in New Jersey."
A cross fade transition moves the scene from the Anarchist Arena to the prison yard at the abandoned Essex Prison in New Jersey. There are a collection of weapons placed throughout the huge area in preparation of the match between Kareem and Kurt Ryan. The cameras cut to the center of the spacious area to show a full scale wrestling ring placed in the middle of the yard. There are a few prison guards found in remote areas of the yard that are armed with batons and stun guns.
“The Beaten Path” by Dale Oliver is heard on the sound system. Kareem Al-Bashir walks out from behind the security gates during the bomb drop in the song, and when the music starts he slowly makes his way to the middle of the yard, he stops before slowly entering the ring.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, From Terran, Iran, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is The Arabian Prince, KAREEM ALLLL-BAAAAASSSHHIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He approaches one side of the ring and spits down at the ringside area to symbolize the dirty soil of America.
"Stop To Fall" By All Faces Down begins to play on the yard’s intercom. After the intro Kurt Ryan comes out from behind the security gate with a smile across his face. He points towards Kareem before throwing up the metal horns.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 186 pounds, he is Lethal Injection, KURT RYYYANNNNNNN!!!!!"
Kurt moves across the yard and slides into the ring. He hops up on the turnbuckle and throws up the metal horns again and then back flipping off the top rope, landing on his feet. He then takes his jacket off and places it ringside as he begins to stretch for his match.
The bell rings and before Ryan can move an inch Kareem plants his foot into the gut of Ryan. When he doubles over, Kareem pulls Ryan in and locks him into position for a piledriver. He lifts up the lethal Injection with ease and sends him crashing down to the canvas with a spike piledriver. While Ryan writhes in pain from affect of his awkward landing, Kareem drops to both knees and begins to pray in the center of the ring. He stands back up and drags Kurt back to his feet. The Lethal Injection shoves him away and lunges at his opponent with a clothesline. Kareem ducks the attempt and grabs Ryan from behind. He locks him into a stiff full nelson. Instead of using it as a submission, Kareem lifts up Ryan and sends his body crashing down with a 360 degree full nelson slam. After Kurt bounces off the canvas like a rubber ball he begins to nurse the center of his back.
Jim Hill:"U.N. forever! Kareem taking care of it U.N. style!"
Fred Davies:"You need help....bad."
Kareem begins to lay into Ryan with several punches to the head. On the third punch, his fist opens a cut in his opponent’s forehead. As blood begins to flow down Ryan’s face, Kareem refuses to show any mercy. Finally, he moves away from Kurt and the cameras cut to a close up of Ryan’s face. A large amount of blood begins to run down his head from result of the wound in his forehead. Kareem pulls Ryan to his feet and whips him to the ropes. When Ryan comes back he ducks a clothesline from Kareem. He spins Al-Bashir around and nails him with a dropkick to the face. Ryan drags Kareem to his feet and carelessly tosses Kareem through the ropes and watches as his body slams against the concrete floor. Kurt steps through the ropes and moves towards Kareem. Ryan drags him up once again and places his broken body over his shoulder. He begins running towards the ring post but Kareem slips out of the hold and shoves the Lethal Injection into the post head first. A loud sound of metal making impact with bone echoes throughout the yard as Kurt Ryan crashes to the ground.
Fred Davies:"OH! Hard shot there from Kareem!"
Jim Hill:"U.N. STYLE BITCHES!!!!"
Kareem moves away from the ring and directs his attention towards the assortment of weapons scattered throughout the yard. He spots a large leather strap draped over a few steel chairs. He takes the strap and moves back to the ringside area. Before Ryan can make it to his feet Kareem lights him up with the strap by slamming it across his back. As Ryan begins to crawl along the ground, Kareem winds up the strap and sends it across his back a second time. Al-Bashir grows a smile on his face and begins laying into Ryan with the strap, leaving a massive amount of large welts in his back from result of the assault. Kareem tosses the strap aside and drags Ryan back to his feet. He tosses Ryan into a collection of empty steel chairs causing his body to collide with the chairs. Kareem approaches Ryan and attempts to drag him up but Ryan counters with an elbow to the gut of Kareem. Before his opponent can recover, Ryan picks up one of the chairs and slams it across the back of Kareem Al-Bashir. When he drops to one knee Kurt winds up the chair and sends it crashing across the skull of Kareem. A loud “THWACK” sound echoes throughout the yard as Kareem crashes to the ground.
Jim Hill:"Chair coming into play now."
Fred Davies:"Prison rules come into this match Jim. This will be getting brutal."
Kurt tosses the chair aside and drags Kareem back to his feet. He forces Kareem away from the chairs and guides him towards a stack of large boards covered in razor wire. He punches Kareem in the gut and places him in a front face lock. He prepares to deliver a DDT but Kareem slides out of the move at the last second. He kicks Ryan in the gut and lifts up the Lethal Injection directly above the razor wire. Kareem screams out something in Arabic and tosses Ryan on top of the boards with a scoop slam. A loud “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the yard as Ryan lies motionless in a pile of broken wood and razor wire. The cameras cut to a close up to show the razors digging into his flesh causing large amounts of blood to emerge from the wounds. Kareem kicks Ryan in the head and drags him away from the mess. With some of the razor wire still attached to his flesh, Ryan staggers Kareem with a winding hook to the head. When Kareem comes back Ryan places him in another front face lock. He sends Al-Bashir crashing on top of the razor wire with a snap suplex that causes another “CRACK” sound to echo throughout the yard.
Fred Davies:"That razor wire will tear your flesh clean off the bone!"
Jim Hill:"Kareem doesn't look to be in a good spot here Freddy."
As Kareem screams in pain from the razor wire cutting him open, Ryan takes a moment to catch his breath. He pulls the razor wire away from his flesh and tosses it aside. Ryan spots a few tables set up and drags one of them towards his opponent. He pulls Kareem away from the razor wire and rolls his body on top of the table. He climbs on top of a second table and keeps his eyes locked on Kareem Al-Bashir. Kurt leaps off the table with a 450 Splash and lands directly on top of Kareem. A thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the yard as both men rip through the table with ease. Kurt is the first man to his feet. He staggers away from the mess and moves back towards the ring. Kareem slowly crawls away from the mess and notices Ryan heading back to the ringside area. He moves back to his feet and notices a large rock on the ground. He picks up the rock and tosses it at Ryan, beaming him in the back of the head. When Ryan drops to the ground Kareem begins moving towards his opponent. He spots a large chain near his feet and drags it along the ground. He wraps the chain around Ryan’s neck and stuns him with an assortment of punches to the head. Kareem moves to his feet and begins to drag Kurt Ryan along the ground with the large chain.
Jim Hill:"Now that's how you do it!"
Fred Davies:"THIS IS SICKENING! LOOK AT HIS FACE!"
Kurt’s face begins to turn blue as the chain cuts off his oxygen supply. A few seconds later Kareem drops the chain and allows Ryan to breathe. Before the Lethal Injection can catch his breath, Kareem kicks him in the back of the head. He begins insulting Ryan in Arabic while picking up one of the steel chairs. Kareem swings the chair towards the ground and misses his target when Ryan rolls out of the way. Ryan quickly jumps to his feet and grabs a hold of the chair before Kareem can attempt another shot. The two men fight over the chair until Ryan is able to overpower Kareem with a kick to the gut. He yanks the chair away from Kareem and slams him across the back a second time. Kareem releases a scream of agony and drops to both knees. He begins to nurse the center of his back while Kurt Ryan tosses the chair aside. Kurt drags Kareem back to his feet and begins to force walk him towards the basketball court. He nails Kareem with a kick to the gut and slams him on top of the aged concrete with a hip toss. Kurt drops to one knee and begins to lay into Kareem with a few punches to the head. He picks up the broken section of a plastic scoreboard and slams it across the skull of Kareem Al-Bashir.
Fred Davies:"Kareem taking the damage now. Tables have turned for your boyfriend Jim."
Jim Hill:"..........."
Kurt tosses the scoreboard aside and begins to stomp Kareem. He lifts Kareem up and whips him across the court, sending him head first into a large steel pole that was once used to mount the basket. With Kareem lying face down on the ground, Kurt takes a moment to recover his energy. He grows a large smile on his face upon sight of a few glass backboards placed to the side of the court. He drags one of the boards against the surrounding mesh wall and moves back towards Kareem Al-Bashir. He lifts Kareem to his feet and forces him towards the wall. Before Kurt can make another move, Kareem stuns Kurt with a hard chop to the throat. He grabs a hold of Ryan by the skull and grinds his face into the steel mesh of the wall. A few seconds later Kareem pulls Ryan away from the mesh and moves him towards the glass backboard. He grabs a hold of Ryan’s arm and whips him towards the wall but Ryan counters it into a whip of his own. Kareem counters the attempt and tosses Kurt Ryan into the glass backboard causing a thunderous “CRACK” to echo throughout the yard. Kareem drops to one knee and regains his energy while Ryan lies motionless under a mess of shattered glass.
Jim Hill:"So much for Kurt huh FRED!?"
Fred Davies:"He can get back in this Jim. Don't you worry."
Kareem peels Ryan away from the mess causing thousands of glass shards to fall from his back. He lifts Kurt on his shoulders and prepares to send him into the mesh wall. Kurt slides out of position and doubles Kareem over with a kick to the gut. He pulls Kareem in with a front face lock and sends him crashing into the mesh wall with a snap suplex. As Kareem lies on the ground Kurt begins to climb the mesh. A few seconds later Kareem staggers back to his feet and finds no sign of Kurt Ryan. When he directs his attention towards the mesh wall, Ryan launches his body from the top of the wall and performs a back flip in mid air. He crashes on top of Kareem with a moonsault causing both men to crash to the ground. Kurt is the first man to his feet, using the mesh wall to pull himself back up. Ryan approaches Kareem and drags him back to his feet. He force walks Kareem back to the ringside area and tosses him under the bottom rope. Kurt picks up a table and slides it into the ring.
Jim Hill:"Back into the ring we go!"
Fred Davies:"This match is just chaos!"
Ryan moves back into the ring and sets up the table on its legs. He approaches Kareem and drags him back to his feet. Kurt grips the back of Kareem’s skull and sends him face first into the center of the table. Kareem crashes to the canvas allowing Kurt a few seconds to regain his strength. Ryan drags Kareem back to his feet and rolls him on top of the table. He slams his fist into the side of Kareem’s head to make sure he stays put. Ryan moves away from the table and begins to ascend the ropes. He reaches the top turnbuckle and steadies his feet on each rope. Ryan launches from the top rope with a front flip leg drop just as Kareem rolls out of position. A thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as Ryan’s body violently crashes through the table. Kareem is quick to drag Kurt away from the mess and lift him into the air. He sends Ryan crashing down on top of the shattered table with the Nightmare Driver. A few seconds later he goes for a cover on Kurt Ryan.
1………..........2………………..2 ½ ……………………………..3!!!!
“The Beaten Path” by Dale Oliver begins to play on the intercom and Kareem is announced as the winner of the match. Kareem slowly crawls away from the rubble of blood and broken table. He uses the ropes to restore his footing while holding up his arm in victory. The referee approaches Al-Bashir and raises his other arm to signify him as the winner of the match. Kareem collapses to his knees and begins to nurse his back that appears to be cut wide open from the bump he took on top of the mesh wall. A few seconds later a number of medics are seen making their way to ringside while Kurt Ryan continues to lie motionless under the mess of blood and broken table.
SEGMENT
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Danny Brannigan is found standing next to Jayron Mills. The camera operator cues Danny with a five count and they go live.
Danny Brannigan: Hello Evolution fans. Danny Brannigan here coming at you LIVE from the bowels of the Anarchist arena with an exclusive interview you won’t find anywhere else. As you can see I’m joined by up and coming Evolution of Violence superstar Jayron Mills who has informed me that he has something huge to get off of his chest. As you fans know, Jayron was featured in the huge battle royal on the last edition of Collision where Tommy Rowan was able to earn his shot at the Hybrid Championship.
Jayron rolls his eyes as Danny hands him the microphone. Just as Jayron prepares to speak, he gets blasted across the back of his head with a light tube. The glass shatters on impact and the cameras quickly move back to reveal Jayron’s assailants. Tommy Rowan moves into the frame and smashes another glass tube over his head causing Mills to drop to the floor. Michael James rushes towards Jayron and kicks him in the head. Rowan drops to the floor and begins to strangle Mills with both hands while Danny Brannigan directs his attention towards James.
Danny Brannigan: What the hell, James?!
James begins to scream at Danny in Japanese. He lunges forward and shoves Danny causing Brannigan to collapse to the floor. James leans down and picks up the microphone while Rowan is seen pummeling Jayron with a series of punches to the head. Michael James reaches inside of his jacket and grabs a hold of something.
Michael James: TOMMY!
Rowan turns his attention to James as he hands Tommy a large staple gun. Rowan begins to smile as he grips the gun in his hand. Rowan brings the staple gun to Jayron’s face and holds it directly on top of his mouth. Tommy pulls the trigger and plants a large staple into the jaw of Jayron Mills. Tommy quickly moves away from Mills and begins to laugh as he rolls around the floor in complete agony. Jayron rips the staple from his mouth causing a large amount of blood to flow from the wound. Tommy approaches Jayron from behind and slams his knee across the back of his head. Rowan leans down and injects a staple into the center of Jayron’s ear. Instead of allowing Mills to roll away, Tommy holds him in place and begins punching the same ear that was injected with one of the industrial sized staples. Michael James insults Jayron in Japanese before turning his attention towards the camera.
Michael James: Allow me to make something perfectly clear to everyone. From this point on, the Ultraviolent Nations have declared an act of war on the ENTIRE Evolution roster.
Michael James hands Tommy his barbed wire bat. Tommy grows a smile on his face and he grips the bat in his hands. He turns his attention to Jayron and knocks him unconscious with a vicious shot to the head.
Michael James: It doesn’t make a difference who you are or what position you hold in the company. We’re the ones calling the shots and we’re the only ones capable of turning a simple uprising into a vulgar display of unlimited power. If you think you can stop us we fucking dare you to try. Everyone saw what happened to Surge when he tried his luck against the Nations and now he’s receiving his meals through a fucking tube. The same thing can and WILL happen to anyone else that is stupid enough to stand in the way of our hostile takeover; starting with this piece of shit. Stand that mother fucker up, Kuk.
Rowan drags Jayron’s lifeless body across the floor and pulls him up to his feet. Michael James pulls a bottle from his jacket and pours some of the liquid into his mouth. James rushes Mills and spits a toxic mist from his mouth directly into Jayron’s face. Tommy carelessly drops him on the floor and shares a laugh with Michael James. He hands the stapler back to James and they take a moment to admire their handiwork.
Tommy Rowan: I’ll be right back.
Tommy moves out of frame. A few seconds later he walks back into view and approaches Jayron Mills. The cameras cut to a close up of Rowan’s hand to show him gripping an electric drill. Tommy pulls a large drill bit from his pocket and he locks it onto the front of the drill while looking down at Mills. The large drill bit begins to rapidly spin as Tommy holds down the trigger. He leans down and places his knee on Jayron’s chest in an effort to keep him trapped on the floor. Rowan jabs Jayron in the head with the drill bit causing the steel to easily rip through a patch of flesh. Tommy grinds the spinning drill into Jayron’s open wound causing a large amount of his blood to splatter the floor. A few seconds later arena security rushes into the area and they use a group effort to force Rowan away from Jayron Mills. Security orders Michael James and Tommy Rowan to leave and the cameras cut back to the ringside area.
Marcus Senerchia::
"This Following contest is set for one fall and it is a 'Triple threat death match'!!!"
Those words garner a massive pop from the fans, who have already been treated to an excellent show; are looking for more of the same from this upcoming match. The camera slowly pans around, as we catch a glimpse of various 'EoV' related signs, promoting superstars like Chelsea Armstrong, High Flying Hardcore and David Dreadful, as well as the occasional one that (in-no-uncertain-terms) states the feelings of the fans toward the Ultraviolent Nation. The continues, until the cameras reach the commentary booth, where Jim Hill and Fred Davies are situated, eagerly awaiting the commencement of action.
Jim::
"This match has been built up from what had happened on the last Collision event ever, when El Fuhrer O'Cruel decided to intervene whilst AJ Nicol and Luke Atlas were in the midst of a match."
Fred::
"You mean add excitement to what would otherwise have been nothing short of an absolute snooze-fest?"
Jim, sighing at his partner's words::
"Hey, at least they were 'trying' to entertain the fans."
Fred, slightly agitated and excited::
"Trying and succeeding are two different things. They failed; El Fuhrer O'Cruel saved us from having to watch any more of that match. He'll be the one who makes tonight's battle actually 'watchable'; you know it, but try too much to be a diplomat."
Jim, shaking his head as he looks at his partner. Unsure if he actually believes the words that are coming out of his own mouth::
"We'll agree to disagree on that one."
'Whatever' by 'Our Lady Peace' begins to play over the Public Announce system, as the fans give a small; welcoming pop to AJ Nicol who takes his time coming out from behind the curtains (wearing his ring attire which consists of:: Plain red tights with black boots. Black elbow pads). He looks nervous and almost intimidated by the prospect of appearing on such a big stage, in what is his second official match ever. Trying to disguise that with a smile, he makes his way off the stage, as his facial expression morphs from one of nerves into one of concentration about the task that is in front of him; trying to block out the fans, and act as if they weren't in attendance. He continues his way up the ramp, looking straight toward the ring as the fans continue with their minor pop, even starting a small 'AJ' chant in one of the top sections, although it cannot really be heard.
Marcus::
"Introducing First, he is from Dumfries, Scotland, he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds...He is A-J NICOL!!!"
Upon hearing the announcement, AJ rolls into the ring and walks over to the corner that he has been assigned, still not paying any attention to the fans:: he just wants to get all the nerves out of his system; the match to get underway.
Jim::
"AJ will be looking to make the most of the opportunity that he has been presented. It's an eye-opening experience:: being seventeen and stepping inside of the ring at a pay-per-view. But if anyone is competent enough to do it, it's him."
Fred::
"I sure hope so, because he 'better' show more than the minor portion I got to see last week. In that, he wasn't all that impressive at all. In fact, he looked like he was a 'fish out of water'."
Jim::
"Well, I think you need to take it easier on him. After all, what were 'you' doing when you were seventeen?"
Fred, slightly taken aback by the snappy manner of the response::
"..."
The opening sirens of 'Indestructible' by 'Disturbed' begin to play over the Public Announce system and Luke Atlas comes out from behind the curtain wearing his wrestling attire (consisting of:: Red trunks with black accents. White wrist tape and a single black elbow pad on his right elbow). He does a single jump on the stage, which sets off an array of red, white and blue sparklers, as the crowd give him a mild but warm reception. His pop is slightly louder than the one that AJ Nicol had got before. Energetic in his steps, he slaps the hands of those that are lucky enough to be in the first few rows on either side whilst making his way down the ramp.
Marcus::
"His first opponent, he is From Charleston, South Carolina, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds, he is LUKE ATLAS!!!"
Luke then makes his way to the ring side area, before running up the ring steps and hopping over the ropes shifting his weight from foot to foot making sure to keep his blow flow running. Turning back toward the entrance stage, he intently awaits the next opponent in this match to make their appearance.
Fred, slightly nervous due to the previous exchange::
"Well, hopefully this man can live up to his hype. I was more disappointed in him last week, as he almost looked like he didn't want to be here."
Jim::
"Don't be so harsh, but this time:: I do agree---Luke looked bored against AJ last week. Let's hope that he's better prepared for tonight's battle."
Before Fred can comment again, the beginning of 'Return to Innocence' by 'Enigma' blares over the PA system, as El Fuhrer O'Cruel appears from behind the curtain, through a a fine mist with a waterfall projected onto it. The crowd remember what he did last week; instantly boo him in a louder-than-usual-for-a-debutant fashion. He is currently wearing his wrestling attire (consisting of:: a black full-face mask, black tights and elbow pads). Making his way down the ramp in a calculated manner, he looks at the fans, merely nodding at their heated reactions:: almost in a way that shows that he enjoys it.
Marcus::
"And Their opponent, he hails from Tijuana, Mexico, he weighs in tonight at 160 pounds, he is EL FUHRER O'CRUEL!!!"
Making his way to the ring side area, his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder compels him to wander slowly around the ring once, almost like a shark circling its prey, before he rolls into the ring and walks to the center, as both Luke and AJ advance.
Jim::
"Well, all I can say is this man knows how to make an impact. But did he 'also' make two enemies last week when he interrupted the AJ/Luke match? What impact will that play tonight?"
Fred::
"Pfft. O'Cruel will dominate this match from start to finish. As much as you'd like to 'think' there'll be an alliance between the two that were supposedly 'robbed' of their match last week, there wont. I can assure you of that right now."
Jim::
"Whilst it 'is' every man for itself, you can't help but wonder whether or not people will align, even if just for small portions of the match."
Marcus leaves the ring via stepping between the middle and top rope; hopping off the apron as he walks over to the chair that has been set aside for him next to the time keeper. The Referee assigned to the match calls the combatants into the middle, so that he can assure that they understand the (limited) rules for this match, before all three nod. He then calls for the bell.
===Ding, Ding, Ding!!!===
Aj Nicol and Luke Atlas look at one another, then at O'Cruel, who is seemingly trying to pick which one of the two to go after first:: Aj and Luke are trying to figure out whether an alliance would be the best option to start this match out with. Luke slightly smirks at AJ, before grabbing his right arm and Irish whipping him in the direction of their foe, only for El Fuhrer to jump up and extend his legs---connecting with a dropkick that sends Nicol to the mat back first.
Jim::
"Luke throwing AJ into the fire early. I was expecting them to team up, but it looks like El Fuhrer and Luke might be planning something."
Fred, shrugging his shoulders in a mocking fashion::
"Or, I dunno, maybe they're treating this match the way they 'should'---every man for themselves."
Lifting AJ up, El Fuhrer O'Cruel hits him with a second drop kick, this one more with more velocity and strength behind it than the first, as Aj falls back down to the mat, arching his back up in pain whilst Atlas watches. Looking towards O'Cruel, he almost smiles---he knows that the more damage that El Fuhrer does to AJ, the easier it is to catch either man off guard; take control of this match. Once again, O'Cruel hoists Nicol up, this time hesitating as he looks into the eyes of his prey; leaping up for a third dropkick---only for AJ to swipe his left arm across, and push the feet away at the last possible moment before impact---an act that causes O'Cruel to fall onto the mat hip and side first.
=The crowd slightly pop for that counter, having been mostly booing the opening exchange of the match so far.=
Slowly walking over to the grounded foe, Aj stands over him, looking to drop an elbow---but the ring smarts of O'Cruel cause him to shoot his right fist into the groin of Nicol, slumping him over; allowing Atlas to run through with a leaping leg drop bulldog that causes an inadvertent headbutt to the sternum of the floored El Fuhrer by AJ. Clutching at his stomach, it's obvious that O'Cruel has been winded by the move---Atlas uses that to his advantage by lifting the man up into the air and stalling, looking out at the (largely cheering) crowd for about ten seconds, before falling backwards whilst keeping his opponent vertical, hitting the brainbuster.
During that, Nicol has rolled out of the ring, still holding his back and neck; using his free hand to search for a weapon that might be lurking on the floor. Atlas makes his way to his feet, followed soon after by a stumbling O'Cruel---who has been slightly disoriented by the brainbuster, only to be floored by a running body avalanche from Atlas that causes him to crumple up onto the mat and clutch at his chest whilst squirming in pain. Soft clapping can be heard, as it appears that Atlas is admiring the work that he has done to the man that cost him a chance at victory in front of the same crowd last week.
Jim::
"Atlas is asserting himself on O'Cruel; letting him know that he hasnt forgotten what happened last week. He wants to prolong this for as long as he can---making sure that the message gets across."
Atlas then stands over O'Cruel, leaping into the air for a leg drop--- only to land buttocks first onto the raised knees of his foe, causing a soft groan to leave his mouth as O'Cruel sends him back first onto the mat with a slight movement of his shoulders. Aj Seizes this chance, with both foes grounded, to return into the ring; wielding a steel chair that he had found ringside. Awaiting the first opponent to stand up---El Fuhrer O'Cruel, he tosses him the chair, which is grabbed and held close to his head before jumping; spinning, throwing himself heel first at the man, only for the strategy to backfire---O'Cruel instead connects with a firm chair shot to the exposed back/spine of his rival, swatting him away like one would do to a mosquito.
The crowd 'ooh's' at that, as Nicol manages to tilt his body enough to take the fall on his chest, only for another chair shot to be driven with force into the small of his back, which causes a gasp to escape into the air. Atlas has made his way to his feet whilst the O'Cruel/Nicol exchange was occurring---unfortunately for O'Cruel, he doesn't see him quick enough to counter or avoid the impending charge/spear that drives him into the mat and sends the chair flying in the air before harmlessly dropping to the mat with a thud.
Atlas, pushing himself up; shouting::
"Yeah!!!"
That yell garners a pop from the fans, as Atlas walks over to Nicol, a swagger in his step; leaping into the air and corkscrewing before coming down with a pointed elbow drop straight to the heart. Enough to almost stop a heart beating---or at least make it skip a few. Slightly looking out to the fans, Atlas smirks wryly, almost in a manner that shows a most twisted side to him before he rises up, holding the left hand of the battered and bruised Nicol.
Jim, calm but almost worried::
"Nicol's being used as a 'crash test dummy' for both O'Cruel and Atlas."
Fred, less sympathetic with AJ's plight than his partner::
"He knew what he was signing up for when he came here. It's all part of the learning experience."
Jim, softer::
"That's true---this is no way for a seventeen year old to be treated. What if that was 'your' child?"
Fred, firmer and blunter than before::
"I'd sit there and make him endure this---teach him that if you're going to sign up for something, then you 'must' pay the price for doing so. No matter how dangerous it is."
Attempting for an irish whip, he gets half-way through the motion before Nicol slaps his back and pulls him around:: reversing the move, sending Atlas toward the ropes and dropping down as he prepares to nail a back body drop. In doing that, he allows El Fuhrer to sneak behind him and get a roll up pinfall attempt.
=Broken up by Atlas, who hits a running knee drop to El Fuhrer O'Cruel's chest using the momentum of the ropes upon his return.=
The crowd slightly pop at the breaking up of the pinfall, which had barely received a count of one from the referee before Atlas simply squats down---almost stalking his prey, waiting for one of them to flinch and roam straight into his path. Shifting his weight from foot to foot as he does, Luke slightly bends his knees further whilst O'Cruel gets to his feet---still somewhat feeling the affects of the assault earlier. Only this time, he notices Atlas in the bent over position; wraps his arms around his head in a three-quarter facelock, hoisting him into the air as they crash down with an implant DDT; the impact from the move causing a loud thud as Luke's body crashes to the mat and he lays there, prone.
O'Cruel slightly pushes himself up, only to deadlift the full weight of Atlas back into the bent-over position and apply the facelock once more---connecting with the Implant DDT once again. But that's not all:: he's kept the face lock in and using his free hand to help himself up, hits the 'exact' same move a third time. His OCD has set in; he's doing this simply because he has a fixation with exact numbers and wanting to cause as much pain and suffering as he possibly can. Luke's body slightly goes limp as O'Cruel attempts a fourth DDT, but this time:: Nicol is able to gather enough steam via using the ropes, in order to connect with a viscous striking spear that sends El Fuhrer crashing into the mat---but the DDT is still completed on Atlas in the process.
The crowd chant 'holy shit' at that spot, whilst all three men lay on the mat attempting to regain their composure; make an attack on either one of their foes. AJ and Luke look to be worse for wear than O'Cruel, which shows as he is the one that is able to roll to the outside and use the separation given to recover, whilst pulling up the apron and searching for a weapon to use.
Jim::
"All men are feeling the effects of this match---and we haven't seen many weapons."
Fred, yawning::
"Boring. Bring the violence; bring the weapons. Just like El Fuhrer is looking to do. The fans wants blood."
El Fuhrer pulls out a thumb-tack covered kendo stick, tossing it into the ring as he uses his free hand to slide back under the ring; this time pulling out a sheet of thin wood, that he then positions on the ring apron, almost balancing it there. Jumping onto it, he looks out to the crowd, then at the two in the ring---vaulting in with a springboard body press that connects with the limp body of Atlas; putting him into a pinning predicament.
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AJ is barely able to pull O'cruel off Atlas, picking him up only to floor him with a quick right handed jab to the jaw; smiling as he feels excitement begin to rush through his body at the ability to actually retain some extent of offense. He then drops a knee into O'Cruel's chest---three times, as the crowd start to get behind him. They want to see this newcomer to the business succeed; they want to see what he can do, when he isn't the one that's being bullied around. Slowly walking over to the Kendo stick, he looks at it---feeling a slightly disturbed smile come upon his face before bending over and picking it up. He's careful enough to glance at each of his foes, making sure that neither of them are in a position where a 'sneak attack' is possible. Upon seeing that O'Cruel is up to his feet but slightly groggy and Atlas is still laying flat on his back, he turns around; begins to position himself in a position where he can hit O'Cruel with the kendo stick---connecting with an extremely stiff shot across the forehead region of the mask.
Enough to lodge some of the tacks into O'Cruel's mask, he lets out a loud yell in pain, but AJ doesn't relent---instead nailing a second shot to the forehead, before drilling a final shot into the upper chest of El Fuhrer, causing blood to run down his body from where the tacks had been placed into his skin. Blood also drips down onto the mat from under his mask. Nicol looks slightly pleased with his work, looking at the kneeling; bloodied body of the foe in front of him, also taking a glance over at Atlas who has managed to slowly help himself to a wobbly---but still standing position---using the ropes, although he is in no psychical state to really launch an attack at this moment in time. The crowd, seemingly stunned by the display of aggression that has been on display by Nicol, give a slight pop as he leaps up and lands with a seated senton to the back of O'Cruel, before rolling off him and rushing over to Atlas, extending his arm for a 'Cactus Clothesline', sending both men toppling over the ropes---leaving El Fuhrer to recover by himself in the ring.
Jim, smiling yet still trying to hide his bias toward Nicol::
"The young kid showing that he 'can' wrestle. That he has the heart; the drive to succeed in this business."
Fred::
"I'll give you that one. He's showing more promise than I thought he would."
Jim, sarcastically clapping::
"Finally, you give some credit. I've been waiting for this moment."
Nicol is able to slowly push himself to a vertical base, whilst Atlas is still on the ground---hurting from a combination of the Implant DDT's and the recent assaults, before AJ adds to that agony by slamming the wooden board onto his chest. Walking over to the announcers table, Jim looks at AJ who simply shrugs his shoulders before leaping up; setting his feet before extending his arms to either side. Leaping off, he does a sloppy but still workable rotation through the air---connecting with a moonsault onto the wooden board, and in turn, onto Luke Atlas. The impact causes Nicol to clutch his own chest as his rises, blissfully unaware that O'Cruel has decided to spring a surprise upon both men; flying through the air and hitting a bulldog to AJ, sending his head and chest back onto the board/Leg drop to Atlas combination, that once more leaves all three men on the floor, this time on the protective matting outside of the ring. The crowd continue their chanting, tossing in a 'This is awesome' with the resulting three claps at that combination, whilst the referee rolls outside of the ring, attempting to ensure the safety of the competitors involved, considering the visible impact that this match has had on them.
AJ slowly makes his way to his feet, but even he is staggering---he has to almost buckle his knees to stop himself from falling back down whilst walking toward a roll of barbed wire that was positioned near the security barricade. Lifting it up, his nerves appear to have gone as he wanders back to where the other two are lying---but has his head and chest driven into the wire by a drop toe hold that is accidentally done by Atlas. The piercing scream that follows causes the collective gasp of all in attendance to be drowned out, whilst Luke still lays there, virtually out cold---unaware of what he had just managed to do. El Fuhrer manages to grab a second chair from near where he was laying, using it to thrust himself into a vertical position; driving it into the back of Nicol, who lets out a second loud yelp in agony.
The chair had thwarted his attempt to escape from the wire; causing further blood to run down his body. O'Cruel allows a sadistic smirk to appear upon his face, as the top of the chair is slammed into the small of AJ's back, causing the scream of agony to come out almost as a winded gasp, whilst O'Cruel simply smirks before tossing the chair down onto the padding, paying no attention to the protests of the crowd. El Fuhrer smirks, as he walks over to the announcers table, just as Nicol had done earlier---only this time, he pulls the protective cover clean off, exposing the equipment and scuffed wood underneath whilst Fred and Jim can only look on, not knowing anything about what this demented and twisted masked wrestler has in store---for 'either' of his opponents.
Jim, flustered::
"Oh dear god. What is he intending to do now?"
El Fuhrer looks over at the groaning AJ and the slightly stirring Luke, deciding upon the latter as he makes his way toward Luke, a soft yet still telling glint appearing in his eyes. Reaching Luke, he simply extends his arm and hoists him up onto his feet; elevating him off the mat in a modified bearhug before slowly carrying him to the table, where El Fuhrer flips him so that his legs are limply dangling into the air, before dropping him into a scoop slam to rest him atop the table. Atlas's body lays limp, as El Fuhrer ensures that AJ is still trying to pry himself free from the barbed wire, before jumping up onto the table and standing over the body of Atlas, jumping into the air before falling backwards and driving the back of his elbow straight into the sternum of Luke. A move, that sends both men through the collapsed table; leaving them prone whilst the crowd are in two minds. Some of them want to cheer the move, others want to jeer the one who hit the move. O'Cruel struggles back to his feet, feeling the adrenalin running through his body:: The only thing that is seemingly keeping him going in this match, considering the amount of blood that is running down his head and body at this moment in time. Looking down at Atlas, he leaps into the air, connecting with the back elbow drop once more and causing a slight coughing sound to be heard whilst blood spittle rises into the air, revealing that Luke has more than likely sustained an internal injury in the duration of this encounter.
"Finally, you give some credit. I've been waiting for this moment."
Nicol is able to slowly push himself to a vertical base, whilst Atlas is still on the ground---hurting from a combination of the Implant DDT's and the recent assaults, before AJ adds to that agony by slamming the wooden board onto his chest. Walking over to the announcers table, Jim looks at AJ who simply shrugs his shoulders before leaping up; setting his feet before extending his arms to either side. Leaping off, he does a sloppy but still workable rotation through the air---connecting with a moonsault onto the wooden board, and in turn, onto Luke Atlas. The impact causes Nicol to clutch his own chest as his rises, blissfully unaware that O'Cruel has decided to spring a surprise upon both men; flying through the air and hitting a bulldog to AJ, sending his head and chest back onto the board/Leg drop to Atlas combination, that once more leaves all three men on the floor, this time on the protective matting outside of the ring. The crowd continue their chanting, tossing in a 'This is awesome' with the resulting three claps at that combination, whilst the referee rolls outside of the ring, attempting to ensure the safety of the competitors involved, considering the visible impact that this match has had on them.
AJ slowly makes his way to his feet, but even he is staggering---he has to almost buckle his knees to stop himself from falling back down whilst walking toward a roll of barbed wire that was positioned near the security barricade. Lifting it up, his nerves appear to have gone as he wanders back to where the other two are lying---but has his head and chest driven into the wire by a drop toe hold that is accidentally done by Atlas. The piercing scream that follows causes the collective gasp of all in attendance to be drowned out, whilst Luke still lays there, virtually out cold---unaware of what he had just managed to do. El Fuhrer manages to grab a second chair from near where he was laying, using it to thrust himself into a vertical position; driving it into the back of Nicol, who lets out a second loud yelp in agony.
The chair had thwarted his attempt to escape from the wire; causing further blood to run down his body. O'Cruel allows a sadistic smirk to appear upon his face, as the top of the chair is slammed into the small of AJ's back, causing the scream of agony to come out almost as a winded gasp, whilst O'Cruel simply smirks before tossing the chair down onto the padding, paying no attention to the protests of the crowd. El Fuhrer smirks, as he walks over to the announcers table, just as Nicol had done earlier---only this time, he pulls the protective cover clean off, exposing the equipment and scuffed wood underneath whilst Fred and Jim can only look on, not knowing anything about what this demented and twisted masked wrestler has in store---for 'either' of his opponents.
Jim, flustered::
"Oh dear god. What is he intending to do now?"
El Fuhrer looks over at the groaning AJ and the slightly stirring Luke, deciding upon the latter as he makes his way toward Luke, a soft yet still telling glint appearing in his eyes. Reaching Luke, he simply extends his arm and hoists him up onto his feet; elevating him off the mat in a modified bearhug before slowly carrying him to the table, where El Fuhrer flips him so that his legs are limply dangling into the air, before dropping him into a scoop slam to rest him atop the table. Atlas's body lays limp, as El Fuhrer ensures that AJ is still trying to pry himself free from the barbed wire, before jumping up onto the table and standing over the body of Atlas, jumping into the air before falling backwards and driving the back of his elbow straight into the sternum of Luke. A move, that sends both men through the collapsed table; leaving them prone whilst the crowd are in two minds. Some of them want to cheer the move, others want to jeer the one who hit the move.
O'Cruel struggles back to his feet, feeling the adrenalin running through his body:: The only thing that is seemingly keeping him going in this match, considering the amount of blood that is running down his head and body at this moment in time. Looking down at Atlas, he leaps into the air, connecting with the back elbow drop once more and causing a slight coughing sound to be heard whilst blood spittle rises into the air, revealing that Luke has more than likely sustained an internal injury in the duration of this encounter. That doesn't stop O'Cruel from kipping up and hitting a third back elbow drop to the sternum, once again attempting to fulfill the number obsession that he has due to his OCD.
In the meantime, AJ has finally managed to break free from the barbed wire (with the assistance of the referee and some wire cutters), but there's still strands that are embedded in his chest; cutting deeper as his moves and causing blood to flow as if it were a river down his chest. It's enough to simply cause AJ to crumble and collapse to the floor, blood pooling around the location where he fell. O'Cruel simply glances over; wiping the blood from his eyes and delivering a fourth consecutive back elbow drop to the already injured chest and sternum of Atlas, who can only recoil in agony before laying still. Almost to the extent where somebody who was watching and 'didn't' know that Atlas was okay, would assume that he had been killed. O'Cruel then mockingly raises his right fist to the fans, resulting in them lividly jeering him whilst he pushes himself up; not paying any attention to their thoughts about him as a person or as a wrestler. To him---they are simply witnesses to the sheer brutality that courses throughout his veins.
The sheer intensity of El Fuhrer O'Cruel---whether it be inside or outside of the ring. Slowly pushing himself back up, he once again wipes the blood that had begun to get in the way of his eyesight off with the back of his right hand, whilst simply glaring down at the broken and battered body of Nicol. He could show some mercy and finish the match, but instead, O'Cruel decides to simply carcass and flip back with a standing moonsault, as a high-pitched wail escapes from deep inside of Nicol's lungs. A mixture of the sheer velocity of the move as well as the wire digging deeper inside of his flesh with its execution. O'Cruel simply rolls off him, laying on the matting in an attempt to regain some breath and composure:: the affects of the match continue to get to him, despite the dominance that he is currently enjoying.
Jim::
"Oh dear, oh dear---there might be some lawsuits filed after this one."
Fred, dismissive of the panic in Jim's voice::
"Who cares? There's a reason we're known as the Evolution of Violence. Tonight, its on full display."
El Fuhrer stands up, looking at AJ as if to hit the move again---only this time, he decides to grab Nicol by the wrist and lift him up, simply allowing him to fall into the welcoming arms as he bends a knee; slightly elevating him before dropping to the knee in what can only be explained as a modified pendulum backbreaker. O'cruel then changes his grip, so that it's now where he has his hands around the waist of the limp body of Nicol---looking to hit a inverted gut-wrench lift into a Samoan drop, but that is somehow countered when AJ falls forward half-way through the gut-wrench, instead trapping El Fuhrer O'Cruel under him in a crossbody.
Jim, surprised---almost in shock::
"Instinct. Pure instinct is the only way that a move like that can be explained."
AJ slightly manages to push himself off O'cruel, wobbling as he walks back toward the ring; falling forward and collapsing onto the ring apron---he's lost way to much blood, and thus:: he's too weak to be able to stand for lengthy amounts of time. The same applies to Luke Atlas, who is barely stirring within the remnants of what was the announce table, yet deep down---he knows that there's an inner strength to continue fighting. That he still has 'something' left in the tank to continue fighting. Slowly. Surely. He begins to rise, shaking at the legs as he almost buckles under his own weight; starting to walk towards O'Cruel, who himself---has barely managed to achieve a vertical base. Both men seemingly unaware that Nicol has managed to lift his legs onto the apron and escape the carnage by entering the ring (as opposed to escaping outside of the ring, which is more common); now just glaring at one another before Atlas is able to lunge at El Fuhrer, stunning him with a viscous shoulderblock that quite literally---came outta nowhere.
The crowd cheer, not just the move; also the inner strength that Atlas carry. They know about it, and were simply waiting to see it come out. Just as it did with that move. O'Cruel attempts to brace for the fall, but cant avoid hitting the back of his head onto the padding with force. Regardless of whether or not the padding softened the force of the impact, it's still enough for there to be fears about a potential concussion; even whiplash with the speed in which the neck whipped back once the move had connected.
Atlas then pushes himself up, slightly maneuvering himself so that he's directly above the body of O'Cruel; bending down and lifting him back to his feet, in a two-handed choke hold. He then takes three paces forward, slamming the lower back of O'Cruel onto the ringside apron---enough to cause a loud gasp to radiate throughout the air, whilst Atlas rolls back into the ring; stalks the Dazed and confused AJ Nicol.
Atlas continues to stalk Nicol, who suddenly falls back into the ropes, somewhat out of strategy; somewhat out of frustration---but there's also an element of realization about his move. Although O'Cruel is on the outside of the ring, still reeling from the effects of the running chokebomb onto the ring apron, he has managed to look under the bottom rope, like a shark watching their prey for a single slip up. A slip up, that would cost either Nicol or Atlas the match if O'Cruel is able to even get a sense of it occurring. Atlas follows Nicol to the ropes, Charging for a cactus clothesline, but Nicol drops down; pushing the legs of Atlas up and over the rope, plummeting him to the floor below as he arches his back before lying still.
That's all O'Cruel needs, and he rolls into the ring, circling AJ, who simply glares at him, taunting has as if to say 'bring it'---in spite of his medical state probably rendering this match continuing an unwise decision. O'Cruel obliges, with a swift and violent flash kick sending spittle of blood and even a tooth flying into the air as Nicol drops to the mat, surely out cold. But thats not enough for the lucha villain, as he turns him onto his chest; sits on his back, grabbing Nicol's head in a modified facelock for the camel clutch. The referee doesn't even bother with the formalities---theres no way that Nicol is managing to fight out of this---so he instantly calls for the bell.
SEGMENT
The cameras cut to ringside where Danny Brannigan is seen standing near the front row with a microphone in his hand. The music on the sound system cuts to mute and Danny’s image is seen displayed on various monitors throughout the Anarchist Arena.
Danny Brannigan: Hello again Evolution fans. Danny Brannigan coming at you from the ringside area where we are scheduled to present an exclusive interview with a very special guest.
The cameras pan to the right of Brannigan to show an older man standing in the front row. A text display appears at the bottom of the screen that reads “Mason Kuklinski | Philadelphia Athletic Commission”.
Danny Brannigan: Right now I’m joined by the acting president of the Philadelphia Athletic Commission, Mr. Mason Kuklinski. Welcome to the show, Mr. K.
Mason: First of all, Derek.
Danny Brannigan: It’s Danny.
Mason: Whatever. It’s not Mr. K. It’s Kuklinski. And I would love to say that it’s an honor to be here but unfortunately that would be a complete lie. The way I see it, the quicker you guys can move this along the quicker I can get out of this mold infested hellhole.
Danny: I wouldn’t call it a hellhole per say. Sure, it’s an old building and it has its problems—
Mason: Problems?
Mason laughs out loud
Mason: Are you aware why they shut this building down in the first place? There was an entire infestation of rats clogging up the ventilation ducts. And these weren’t the little baby rats you see at the pet shop. These were the huge, cat sized sewer rats that are known for carrying enough disease to cause a city wide contamination. Saying this building has “problems” is a compliment compared to the reality of the situation.
Danny: So, are you here to do something about it?
Mason: Of course not. I don’t work for the sanitation department so there’s nothing I can do. However, I do plan on taking action in case things get out of hand in the ring tonight.
Danny: Wait a minute Mr. Kuklinski. You and I both know that you have no formal training as a professional wrestler—
Mason: Very true. But I do have years of experience maintaining the safety guidelines in every sanctioned sporting event throughout the state of Pennsylvania. That includes professional wrestling and I know what this company is planning to do tonight. So, I took it upon myself to reserve a front row seat just in case we have to shut down the show.
Danny: Shut down the show?! You can’t do that!
Mason: I hate to correct you Derek but yes, we can. If you don’t believe me just ask your friends at Combat Zone Wrestling and they will tell the exact same thing. We were forced to cancel six of their scheduled events due to Jonathon Zandig’s inability to follow our restricted laws. If we could do that to them just imagine what we could do to a low budget operation like this one.
Danny: I think you need to take a look around at these fans, Mr. Kuklinski. They paid good money to be here. Who the hell are you to take that away from them?!
Mason: I’m just doing my job, Mr. Brafingan. If we are forced to get involved then it will be no one fault but the people involved in the match. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Mason sits back down and turns his attention away from Danny.
Danny: Well, there you have it fans. According to Mr. Kuklinski we could be looking at a possible cancellation due to the overwhelming violence scheduled for tonight’s card. I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m going to go backstage and grab my riot gear before it’s too late.
Fred Davis: “It has been a great night so far, and we are only just starting here at Un-Killable.”
Jim Hill: “I agree with you there Freddie boy, this has been great so far, and it’s only the thired match of the night.”
Fred Davis: “Lets send it up to Marcus Senercia for the offical particulars of this next match.”
Marcus Senerchia: “Ladies and Gentlemen the following Contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Barbed Wire on a pole match. The only weapon allowed is the Bared wire hanging on a pole set up in the corner, and it will only be legal to use when one of the wrestlers has taken a loop of the wire down. Introducing first.”
“Oh Sleeper” By the New Breed sounds over the PA system to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Marcus Senerchia: From Oceanside, California, weighing in a 215 lbs this is “The new breed” RYAN RIVERAAAAAAAA!!”
(As his music begins Ryan waits a breif 5 to 10 seconds until he walks out with his arms spread and his head tilted back holding his chin up high. He pauses waiting for the guitar riff to kick in and finally releases his pose. He walks to the ring with a cocky grin on his face playing to the fans and slides in the ring continuing to grin in a cocky manner. He takes off his leather jacket and tosses it aside now waiting for his opponent.)
Marcus Senerchia: “and his opponent.”
“We Bring an Arsenal” by LostProfits sounds as the fans cheer wildly.
Marcus Senerchia: “From Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in a 234 lbs. He is the “Human Highlight.” Ladies and gentlemen this is HIGH FLYING HARDCORE!!”
(HFH makes his way down to the ring playing to the crowd and high fiving those in the front row. As he comes closer to ringside he sprints to the ring. He slides in to the ring from his sprint and immediately starts to throw punches on Ryan Rivera as the bell sounds.)
Fred Davies: “HFH not even waiting for the bell and just begins attacking Ryan Rivera.”
Jim Hill: “That is smart don’t even give your opponent time to breath.”
(HFH keeps on the advantage and continues to rain down shots on Rivera. Eventually Rivera is able to fight HFH off of him. Now it’s Rivera’s turn to get some shots in but is stopped when HFH locks in a coller-and-elbow tie up.)
Fred Davis: “Looks like we might get some chain wrestling here, HFH locks in a head lock from the tie up.”
Jim Hill: “Now Rivera reverses into a wrist lock, which is then reversed in to a waist lock by HFH. Good show of amatuer wrestling here by both men at the start.
(HFH begins to lift Rivera off the ground going for an amatuer style takedown, but as he brings Rivera in to the air, Ryan grab his arm and reverses his move with an arm drag.)
Fred Davis: “Nice revesal by Rivera, turning HFH’s takedown in to an arm drag.”
(HFH gets back up to his feet and is meet with a clothesline by Rivera, taking him back down on to the canvas. This time Rivera presses the attack and mounts HFH and begins to punch away at his downed opponent.)
Jim Hill: “Now Rivera with the ground and pound on HFH, and HFH looks like he is in trouble in the early going of this match.”
(Rivera keeps raining punches down on the helpless HFH. After about 10 more punches HFH’s face starts to bruise up.)
Fred Davis: “HFH already sporting some battle scars, and we just got under way not even 10 minutes ago.”
(HFH finally fights Rivera off, and gets to his feet. Rivera once again tries to charge HFH, but receives a dropkick right to the jaw for his trouble. HFH picks the downed Rivera back up and hits him with a suplex.)
Fred Davis: “Suplex from HFH, sending Rivera down to the mat.”
Jim Hill: “Come on Ryan your better then this.”
(Ryan makes his way back to his feet from the suplex, and starts kick at the legs of HFH.)
Fred Davis: “Rivera with those stiff kicks to the lgs of HFH.”
Jim Hill: “This is smart, take away the legs and HFH won’t be able to climb up for the Barbed wire.”
(Ryan hits an irish whip sending HFH in to the corner where the barbed wire is hanging., HFH hits the corner with enough force to daze him. Rivera starts to charge at HFH looking for a corner splash but just before he hits HFH, the Human Highlight moves out of the way sending Rivera chest first into the turnbuckle.)
Fred Davis: “HFH able to move away from the impact.”
Jim Hill: “Rivera sent chest first in to the turnbuckle padding, that will take your breath away, literally.”
(Rivera turns to have his back rest on the turnbuckle as he catches his breath from the missed splash, as he is catching his breath, HFH nails him with a running enziguri that catches him flush in the back of the head.)
Fred Davis: “HFH nails the running enziguri to perfection catching Ryan in the back of the skull.”
Jim Hill: “That is going to hurt in the morning.”
Fred Davis: “HFH goes for the Pin. 1. 2. Rivera kicks out at two.”
Jim Hill: “It will take more then that to win this match.”
(Rivera gets back to his feet upon kicking out of HFH’s pin, holding the back of his head, showing the effects of the running enziguri. Rivera and HFH once again lock up but this time Rivera gets the best of it hitting a snap suplex on HFH, then immediately transitioning to a reverse chin lock.)
Fred Davis: “Chin lock being applied by Ryan Rivera.”
(HFH starts to fight out of the chin lock, only to have Rivera grab his hair and send his head down in to the mat.)
Fred Davis: “Rivera using the hair of HFH to his advantage.”
Jim Hill: “Smart move Ryan, keep it up.”
(HFH groggily makes it back to his feet, but as soon as his stands up Rivera sends him back into the corner with an irish whip.)
Fred Davis: “Once again Rivera sends HFH into the corner.”
(Rivera climbs the ropes in the corner and stands over HFH, he plays to the crowd then starts to rain down punches counting them out in spanish.)
Rivera: “Uno. Dos. Tress. Cuatro. Cinco. Seis. Siete. Ocho. Nueve. Diez.”
(after he hits 10, instead of steeping down from the top he reaches up and grabs a loop of the barbed wire and digs it into the head of HFH, cutting him open in the process.)
Fred Davis: “The barbed wire is now in play and Ryan Rivera is just digging it in to the head of High Flying Hardcore!!”
Jim Hill: “There’s blood. High Flying Hardcore is bleeding from his forehead. And he starts to fight Rivera off.”
(HFH tries to fight Rivera off, but to no avail. after another minute of Rivera digging the Barbed wire into the head of HFH, he reaches up and powerbombs Rivera.)
Fred Davis: “HFH with a Powerbomb on Ryan Rivera sending him crashing to the mat and forcing him to release the Barbed wire.”
(Rivera comes crashing to the mat and lets go of the bared wire. HFH grabs the wire and starts to whip the downed Rivera.)
Fred Davis: “High Flying hardcore is now whipping Ryan Rivera with that loop of barbed wire. The wire is just hitting the exposed flesh, leaving gashes and cuts.”
Jim Hill: “Look at this, you can hardly even see HFH’s face anymore, it is covered in blood, and Rivera is bleeding all over .”
(HFH keeps whipping Rivera with the bared wire, but is stop when Rivera gets in a lowl blow forcing HFH to let go of the barbed wire and sending him to the ground. Rivera once again take possetion of the barbed wire and attempts to choke HFH with it.)
Fred: “Now Rivera using the Barbed wire to choke the life out of HFH.”
Jim: “This is getting brutal, how much more can these men take?”
(HFH looks like he is fading away. As HFH starts to lose consciousness from the combination of the loss of blood and lack of breath the crowd start to chant for HFH, bringing him back to his feet and fighting out of the choke, as Rivera tries to wrap the barbed wire around HFH again, HFH hits the Pele Kick. Nailing Rivera in the head and sending him unceremoniously to the canvas.)
Fred Davis: “Pele from out of nowhere.”
Jim Hill: “No Ryan Had it.”
(HFH goes to the top turnbuckle setting up for the Swanton Bomb.)
Jim Hill: “Oh no, move Ryan Move.”
(HFH comes diving off the top and hits the Swanton Bomb and Ryan Rivera.)
Fred Davis: “Swanton, Swanton from HFH!!! HFH Goes for the Cover 1. 2. 3!!! HFH wins it!!”
Marcus Senrica: “Ladies and Gentlemen here is your Winner “The Human Highlight.” HIGH FLYING HARDCORE!!!”
Fred Davis: “A well fought match from both men, but in the end High Flying Hardcore wins against Ryan Rivera.”
Jim Hill: “What a match, but I hope Ryan is okay.”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark and the titantron glows red. The crowd is quiet as we see words begin to form.
"Target: Ryan Rivera."
"Mission: Destruction."
As quick as it came up, the lights return to normal and the screen disappears.
Fred Davies:"I have no idea what that was, but Ryan better watch his back."
SEGMENT
The cameras cut to the ringside area where the audience appears to be anticipating the next scheduled contest. The house lights cut to black and a few seconds later a static feed appears on one of the larger monitors mounted above the ring. Once the interference fades the image in the frame is identified as an unknown locker room in the backstage area. A cloud of smoke drifts into the frame and the building quickly deafens from the sound of the crowd’s negativity. Michael James walks into the image with a Cuban cigar gripped between his lips. He adjusts his sunglasses and removes the cigar from his mouth.
Michael James: In less than an hour’s time I’m going to be facing David Dreadful for the Evolution World Heavyweight Championship. Since the moment TJ Pain decided to revive the company, everything has come down to this. People want to know who is going to be recognized as the best and soon enough they’re going to have their answer. And I’m not going to bullshit any of you right now. Tonight, David Dreadful is going to get hurt. He’s going to bleed and he’s going to suffer for his acts of spineless disrespect against Michael James and the Ultraviolent Nations. It might not be what you people came to see but I don’t really care how you feel about it. Dreadful requested the Clockwork Orange House of Fun so I have no choice but to accept the stipulation.
James takes another drag from the cigar and exhales the smoke through his nostrils. He reaches inside of his jacket and removes a white envelope. He opens the envelope and pulls out what appears to be the contract for his match against David Dreadful.
Michael James: For someone like the Personification of Perfection, this is a legit contract that guarantees my shot at the Evolution of Violence World Championship. For someone like David Dreadful, this is a suicide note. And don’t get me wrong. If this is how David wants to end his career I am more than happy to see him go. I will do my best to keep from snapping his spine in half for the sake of my own amusement. Then again, maybe I won’t. Maybe I will decide to go ahead and break both of his legs so he has to spend the rest of his pathetic life in a wheelchair. That’s the beauty of this match. No one knows what’s going to happen because anything is possible. The Dick Bag supreme is going to be forced to take his leave from the company and I’m going to leave with the EoV World Championship. And unlike the Philadelphia Eagles, I’m not going to spit a bunch of bullshit just to get my ass kicked and lose like a defenseless coward.
He folds up the contract and stuffs it inside of his jacket. He removes his sunglasses and turns his attention towards the camera lens.
Michael James: I’m going out there tonight to prove why I’m not lying when I say I’m the next World Champion. I’m going out there to end the career of David Dreadful and earn my position as the flagship image of the Evolution. After tonight’s bloodbath; when people think about the EoV they’re going to think about the World Heavyweight Champion, Michael James. They’re going to think back to Un-Killable and remember everything I did to the Dick Bag supreme to establish my place at the top of the company. It’s like I’ve always said. When I speak, people listen. When I take action, douche bags like David Dreadful get hurt. If this is what I have to do to take what rightfully belongs to me, so be it. I told everyone I was going to be the Evolution World Champion and now it’s only a matter of time until my predications become a product of reality. I hope you people enjoy this massacre because after tonight you aren’t going to be seeing David Dreadful for a very LONG time. You’re going to be seeing Michael James, The undefeated Personification of Perfection and next EoV World Heavyweight Champion.
He grips the cigar between his teeth and moves out of frame. The image is interrupted with a static feed and the cameras cut back to ringside.
(**Note: This match was written before the name change of Kuk Killswitch to Tommy Rowan. Ignore the name Kuk Killswitch. We are not changing it due to time. Thank you!)
The cameras cut to ringside to show an assortment of arena staff putting the final touches on the Cage of Death. The outside of the cage looks similar to the gates of a prison camp. The mesh is made from thin steel that appears to have barbed wire laced into the walls. There are hundreds of weapons attached to the mesh while each corner of the ring has a different type of plywood board leaning against the turnbuckles.
- Barbed Wire
- Light Bulbs
- Spike Nails
- Light Tube Bundle
There is a ladder placed in the center of the ring while the Hybrid Championship is seen dangling from a steel cable a few feet above the ladder.
"This Calling" By All That Remains begins to play and the camera begins to pan around the arena. Lasers begin flashing around the arena as the crowd begins to boo. After the intro the lights begin to violently strobe to the beat. The red exit doors toward the back of the arena swing open and smoke pours out. Tommy Rowan storms out from the exit doors in his usual entrance attire. Across his face, a very smug look and in his right hand he holds his barbed wire bat. He looks around before wiping his mouth with his arm and snorting. He holds up his fists and the crowd showers him with heavy boos. He puts them down as he shakes his head again. Tommy begins to walk towards the ring, looking left and right and arguing with some fans.
Marcus Senerchia:"Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, hailing from Ozone park, New York, he is The Hardcore Reject, TOMMY ROOOOWWWWAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"
Tommy is now at the edge of the barricade and he looks at the camera. He mouths off some words before hoping over the barricade and then hopping up on the ring apron with his right knee. Rowan lifts himself up and spins around on the apron. He looks around before holding up the metal horns. He then gets into the ring and steps up on the turnbuckle. Rowan holds up the metal horns again before slowly putting them to his sides as he wipes his mouth again and turns. He sits on the top turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.
"Rule Britannia" blares over the PA system, as the crowd begin to cheer. They know who that music signals, and soon enough, Ian Lenton appears on the stage. He's dressed in his ring attire (White trunks with "Lenton" written in red on the back, black boots) and begins to make his way down the ramp, with a smile upon his face.
Marcus Senerchia:"From Peterborough, England, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the Pride of Britain, this is IAN LEEEEENNNTTTOOONNN!!!!!!"
He slaps the hands of those in the first few rows, before walking up the steps; getting into the ring via the middle and top rope. Laughing, he rests against his corner, as the music fades.
Before the match is to begin we see a few of the arena staff in the ring taping up each contestants arms with layers of bandage wraps to avoid any injuries because of the barbed wire. The staff finishes the preparations as Killswitch calls them to ring the bell. Kuk goes for a singapore cane and Lenton strikes him across the back with a chop as the two begin a punching exchange. Killswitch with a right to Ian’s face as Lenton strikes back with a chop to Kuk’s head. Killswitch nails Ian with a right hand to the jaw and Lenton goes for another chop but Kuk blocks the move. Killswitch pulls Lenton to him...nailing him with a chin crusher as Ian drops to the mat. Killswitch back up as he comes charging at Ian but the big man lifts him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kuk reverses it into a tornado ddt sending Lenton crashing to the mat. Kuk back up as he begins a punching exchange with Lenton and Killswitch quickly gets the better end of it with a three punch combination knocking Ian to the mat. Killswitch lifts Lenton to his feet and lifts him into the air with a vertical suplex. He sends Ian crashing to the mat with a brain buster. Lenton gets back to his feet and turns Kuk around...chopping him across the chest as Killswitch staggers around. Lenton spins Kuk around and drops him with a running clothesline.
Jim Hill:"This is for the first title! Who's going to win?"
Fred Davies:"Lenton is a tough bastard, but then again, so is Rowan. This is anybodies match."
Lenton pulls the singapore cane from the cage wall and smiles. Killswitch makes it back to his feet and Ian swings with the cane. Kuk ducks just in time. Lenton swings again and Killswitch rolls out of dodge. Kuk quickly removes a glass tube from the cage wall and when Lenton turns around he gets blasted in the face. A “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as the glass shatters in Ian’s face. Killswitch picks up the singapore cane and waits for Lenton to make it back to his feet. A few seconds later Ian makes it back to his feet and Kuk slams him across the stomach with the cane sending a "CRACK" sound throughout the arena. Lenton drops to one knee as moves behind Ian and smacks him across the upper back with the cane sending another "CRACK" sound throughout the arena. Killswitch locks a crossface on Lenton with the cane and the referee begins asking Ian if he needs medical attention. Ian calls the referee a “bloody wanker” and refuses to give in to the pressure.
Fred Davies:"A little anger in Ian tonight. This could be good or bad."
Jim Hill:"Rage works. Use it."
Lenton continues to refuse a tap out as Kuk releases the hold with a frustrated look on his face. Killswitch starts to get to his feet while taking a breather on one knee...Lenton coming up from behind as he grabs a hold of Kuk’s hair until Kuk quickly reaches up and cracks a light tube into the face of Lenton shattering the glass on impact. Ian staggers around the ring gripping his face from the impact of the hit. Kuk gets back to his feet still holding onto the broken glass tube as Lenton turns around. Killswitch jabs Ian in the forehead with the tube and Lenton drops to one knee. Kuk removes a pair of large scissors from the cage wall and begins grinding the blade of the scissors into his skull. A bloody gash appears in Lenton’s forehead causing blood to run down his face. Killswitch tosses the scissors aside and lifts Lenton to his feet. He prepares to whip Ian into the corner but Lenton reverses the move and he tosses Kuk into the board covered in large light bulbs. A small explosion of sparks, smoke and fire appear from the corner as well as a "BOOM" sound echoing throughout the arena. Killswitch slowly falls from the corner and crashes to the canvas. Ian takes a short breather and then gets back to his feet. He lifts up a smoking Killswitch and positions him for a powerbomb. He lifts him up and then back down with a shoulder breaker drop across his knee. Kuk Killswitch lies motionless at the feet of Ian Lenton.
Jim Hill:"DAMN! Tommy's back has to be in pain!"
Fred Davies:"He is almost 40. He's been doing this his whole life. He's probably in pain all the time."
Ian lifts up Killswitch by his hair and puts him in position for a russian leg sweep. He sends Kuk crashing to the mat as both men land on top of a mess of broken glass. Lenton slowly makes it back to his feet. He removes a thumbtack cookie sheet from the cage wall and drops it on top of the canvas. Lenton drags Kuk back to his feet and prepares to slam him on top of the sheet. Kuk slides out of the move and lands behind Lenton. He smacks Lenton upside the head with an open handed slap and before Ian can react, Kuk sends him crashing on top of the sheet with a front Russian leg sweep. Lenton begins to scream from the agony of the tacks sticking to his face. Kuk removes a few light tubes from the cage wall. He places a few of the tubes next to each other on the canvas and lifts Lenton back to his feet. Kuk hooks both of his arms and then lifts Ian up and drops him on top of the tubes with a double underhook suplex sending a "SMACK" sound of the tubes being crushed underneath Lenton’s back as Ian lays motionless on the mess of shattered glass and thumbtacks. A few seconds later Kuk drags Ian back to his feet and he prepares to toss him into the corner.
Jim Hill:"GET HIM TOMMY!"
Fred Davies:"This is getting violent!"
Lenton reverses the move a few seconds before the whip is to be executed, tossing Killswitch through the board with a hip toss. Kuk crashes through the board sending a loud "CRACK" throughout the arena along while a small explosion of sparks, smoke and fire appear from the wire. Killswitch lies motionless in a mess of broken wire, barbed wire and blood. Lenton drops to one knee to take a breather. Killswitch begins crawling away from the wreckage still tangled with a few coils of the barbed wire. He crawls along the mat and Lenton lifts Killswitch to his feet by the back of his hair. He places Kuk in a front face lock and then sends him to the mat with a ddt. Killswitch bounces off the mat from the impact of the landing. Lenton makes it back to his feet and begins to climb the ladder. Kuk shakes off the cobwebs and is quick to pull Lenton away from the ladder. The two share a punching exchange and Kuk gets the better end of it by raking the face of Ian Lenton.
Fred Davies:"CHEAP MOVE BY ROWAN!"
Jim Hill:"That's the way to do it Tommy!"
Lenton staggers around in an effort to regain his sight. Kuk removes a few light tubes from the cage wall and when Ian comes back to him, Killswitch slams both of the tubes into the face of Lenton. When the big man drops to the canvas Killswitch begins to climb the ladder in destination of the Hybrid Championship. Lenton makes it back to his feet and picks up the singapore cane. He moves around to the other side of the ladder and cracks the cane across the center of Killswitch’s back. As Kuk lies helpless on the steps of the ladder, Lenton places him into a crucifix. He lifts Killswitch up and moves him away from the ladder. Ian charges towards the corner and stops a few inches from the turnbuckles. He launches Killswitch directly on top of the spike nail board and causes a large amount of the audience to look away in disgust. The camera cuts to a close up on Kuk to show the spike nails embedded into his torn flesh. Lenton removes a steel chair from the cage wall and screams out to the crowd. He swings the chair and slams it across the chest of Killswitch causing a loud “THWACK” sound to echo throughout the arena.
Jim Hill:"OW! That had to hurt!"
Fred Davies:"We should try that after this match. I'll hit you with a chair."
Kuk slowly falls to the canvas after receiving the devastating chair shot from Ian Lenton. After tossing the chair aside Ian moves back to the ladder and begins to climb towards his intended target. Killswitch drags himself up and runs to the ropes. He charges the center of the ring and slams into the center of the ladder with a dropkick. Kuk’s momentum causes the ladder to fall on its side, forcing Lenton to lose his balance on the steps and land directly onto of the cage wall. As Ian screams in agony from the pain of the barbed wire ripping into his flesh, Kuk takes advantage of the situation and moves the ladder back to the center of the ring. The referee carefully pulls Lenton away from the cage wall as Kuk begins to climb one side of the ladder. Ian moves to the bottom of the ladder and uses his incredible strength to lift up the ladder with Kuk still climbing the steps. Lenton moves a few inches and carelessly drops the ladder causing Kuk to take a fall from the very top. A thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena when Killswitch lands directly on top of the board with the light tube bundle. A large fog of residue from the broken glass and plywood fills the ringside area while the fans deafen the arena with their chants of “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”
Jim Hill:"THIS IS ANARCHY!!!"
Fred Davies:"HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT!"
Lenton staggers towards the ladder and moves it to the center of the ring. He begins to climb the steps while Kuk is seen pulling himself away from the broken glass and plywood. Kuk begins to climb the opposite side of the ladder and when he makes it to the top Lenton slams him the face with a hard right hand. Killswitch fires back and the two begin a punching exchange. Lenton gets the better end of it and pulls Kuk into a front face lock. He positions Killswitch for a superplex but Kuk is able to counter the move with a quick jab to the gut of Ian. Kuk slams his fist into Ian’s head and causes him to inch back on the ladder. Killswitch goes for a desperation move by slamming into Ian with the Kuk Clothesline. The force of the move causes the ladder to lose its balance and both men take an awkward fall to the canvas below. A loud “BOOM” echoes throughout the arena as both men land directly on top of the broken glass, plywood and barbed wire.
Fred Davies:"THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD!!"
Jim Hill:"NOOO!!!"
The fans jump to their feet and applaud both men with a “THIS MATCH RULES!” chant. A few minutes later Killswitch begins to move while Lenton lies motionless on the canvas. Kuk pulls himself up and moves the ladder to the center of the ring. He begins to slowly ascend the steps while Ian continues to show no movement whatsoever. Killswitch makes it to the top of the ladder and reaches up to grab hold of the Hybrid Championship. He uses both hands to grab the strap and unhook the cable. After yanking the championship away from the cable “This Calling” begins to play on the sound system. Kuk Killswitch is announced as the winner of the match and the new Evolution of Violence Hybrid Champion. Killswitch holds up the championship to a mixed reaction from the sold out audience. He wipes a stream of blood from his face and continues to celebrate his victory. The cameras cut to the entrance stage to show Michael James and TJ Pain applauding his win while Kareem stands behind the men with his arms crossed.
SEGMENT
Fred Davies:"Ladies and gentleman, I have just been informed that next week on the first episode of Chaos, we will find out who the NEW General Manager of EoV will be. Rumors have been circulating around the backstage and the rumor sights as to who it could be. Let me tell you, the new General Manager is sure to shock a lot of fans."
Jim Hill:"Next week will be an excellent show. I mean, Tommy Rowan is the new Hybrid Champion, and Michael James could walk away as the World Champion. The U.N. is two for two tonight. Let's see if we can make it four for four."
Fred Davies:"Let's get on with the next match. Chelsea Armstrong versus the now Jason Caine!"
Cameras pan around the arena before focusing the area in front of the ring as a table has been set up as officials have placed two tubs on top; a closer glance shows the contents to be glue in one and shards of glass in the other as Marcus Senerchia climbs into the ring with his microphone.
Marcus Senerchia: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
"The Collapse" By Adelitas Way blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy, as the music begins to pick up Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtain running onto the stage as she puts a hand in the air before walking down the ramp hitting the hands of her fans along the way.
Marcus Senerchia: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 158 pounds, she is the Mistress of the Damned, CHELSEA ARRMMSSTTRROONNGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
Stepping up to the table she looks over the contents carefully as a sick smile appears on her lips, letting out a chilling laugh she holds her hands out as the ref begins tapping her hands as she starts the process of dipping her hands before climbing the steps and getting into the ring.
"I Am Hated" by Slipknot plays out across the arena. The intro is extremely short and as soon as it ends and the words begin the lights begin flashing from deep red to deep blue and TJ Pain walks out from the back with a pissed off look on his face. He simply looks down the ramp with a smug look before beginning to walk.
Marcus Senerchia: "Wrestling out of Baltimore Maryland, weighing in at 245 pounds, Tee...Jay...PAAAAAIIIIIN!"
TJ has made it to the end of the ramp and now eyes the ring as he goes to the table allowing his hands to be put through the same process. He turns and walks over to the ring steps. He then walks up the steps and between the ropes. He immediately jumps up onto the second rope and stares down at the ground. He then spits on the ground and then raises his hand symbol into the air, the fans a sea of boos towards his blatant disrespect. TJ snorts and jumps down, waiting for the bell.
Fred Davies: A lot has been fuelling this match for the past few weeks, I have no doubt this is going to be a blood bath.
Jill Hill: That’s what I’m hoping for!
The bell rings as Pain and Armstrong start circling each other in the ring, identical smirks rest on their lips as Chelsea makes the first move going straight to a hard shot to the head as TJ ducks only to catch her with one of his own as she turns causing a bubble of red to appear on the side of her head as she drops to one knee.
Jill Hill: First hit of the match and already have blood showing! It’s only going to go up hill from here!
Fred Davies: Don’t you mean downhill?
Jill Hill: Are you kidding me? I’ve been waiting weeks for this match!
A small stream of blood runs down the side of Chelsea’s head as she lifts her arm rubbing it against it before looking at the smeared streak as her smirk deepens as she stands giving TJ an encouraging round of applause as the crowd joins in causing his anger to grow as he goes for her again as the two lock up. Chelsea manages to get him in a headlock as she holds it tight before TJ connects with a hard hit to her stomach causing her to break the hold as he runs back bouncing off the ropes before hitting a hard clothesline sending Chelsea to the mat as he goes for a quick cover.
1..
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Kickout!
Fred Davies: Chelsea’s not going to let TJ get out of it that easily.
Standing TJ grabs Chelsea by her hair pulling her to her feet as he holds her head up straight before hitting her across the head as this time she relays with her own punch as they begin trading punches. They both begin to waver on their feet as Chelsea moves her now reddened hair from her face as spots of blood are beginning to fall against the mat from both opponents, laying another hard hit against TJs head she manages to get him to his knees as she wastes little time climbing the turnbuckle. Holding her hands out at the side she gets the crowd going before allowing him to get to his feet once again before jumping and landing a cross body as she goes for the pin.
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Kickout!
The power from his kickout sends her rolling out of the ring as she falls to the outside mat; laying there it’s tough to see her facial expressions as TJ rolls out of the ring before picking her up as he throws her into the barricade sending the fans in the first row into frenzy. Falling to her knees he lifts her head before grinding the glass against her forehead causing her to push away, she tries to stand stumbling as he goes to grab her again but she sidesteps him allowing herself to spin as she catches him in with a kick the back of his knees sending him crashing into the steel steps. Managing to glance up she can here the faint sound of the ref’s ten count getting close as she rolls back into the ring looking down at TJ who is laying against the steps.
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Fred Davies: Pain better hurry up there or Chelsea’s going to get this win.
Jim Hill: I’m not so sure that Chelsea is even certain of what is going on right now.
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TJ manages to get into the ring right before the ten count ends as Chelsea catches him with a stiff kick to the back, moving back into the corner she allows him to stand as he holds his back before turning around as she runs hitting a Lou Thesz press before hitting a series of relentless punches causing blood to gush from his head as he pushes her off only to have her crawl back over as she goes for the pin.
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Kickout!
Sitting up a frustrated Chelsea Armstrong hits the mat as she moves to her feet wiping her face only to smear the blood worse as she looks around the ring for anything that might aide in finding an ending to this match.
Fred Davies: Chelsea’s looking desperate here…do you think TJ will capitalize on this confusion?
Jim Hill: If he’s smart he will! Both competitors have had close pin falls in this match, it’s only a matter of time before one of them slip up.
Fred Davies: The blood loss has to start messing with their thinking after a while; I don’t think we can clearly see either of their faces right now.
Jim Hill: And I love it! I told you this would be a blood bath and they have not disappointed the fans. Just listen to the arena, they love these guys!
Letting out a scream Chelsea runs at TJ planning to connect with another kick only to be caught by a hard shoulder block sending her crashing to the mat as she holds her head. Straddling her chest TJ goes to one knee as he pulls her head up laying a punch across her forehead before forcing her to look at him as he starts yelling at her.
Fred Davies: Looks like TJ is getting frustrated as well Jim
He takes another shot as he yells at her again before he’s caught as she grabs his arm before managing to pull her feet up as she goes to grab for his head.
Jim Hill: Chelsea’s trying to lock in Death’s Grip here! Can she get it?!
Her fingers grasp his head but slip from the blood before any damage can be done as he pushes himself off of her holding his neck as she moves to her feet slowly as a sly smile peaks through the curtain of red over her face.
Fred Davies: That could have been the end if she had got that locked and I think TJ knows that.
Jim Hill: I think so too Fred, but something else he has to be wondering is what about this ‘help’ Chelsea has been talking to for the last few weeks…could tonight be the night we finally see who it is?
Fred Davies: I guess we’ll just have to wait and see Jim.
Back in the ring Chelsea and TJ are exchanging a war of words before Chelsea starts pushing his shoulders as they both begin the taunting, stepping back Chelsea pushes again before running back to bounce against the ropes as she connects bouncing back as she’s caught by TJ who picks her up looking to go for a body slam as she twists in his arms before locking in the Dream Catcher.
Jim Hill: Dream Catcher! Chelsea’s locked it in; Tj has no choice but to tap!
TJ struggles trying to get out as Chelsea pulls tighter keeping him locked in as her smirk shows through as he has no choice but to tap as the ref calls for the bell.
Jim Hill: It’s over! Chelsea’s got it! One hell of a match by both competitors, I don’t think anyone can be disappointed by this outcome!
Chelsea lets go of her grip as TJ falls to the mat as Collapse by Adelitas way blasts through the speakers as Chelsea stands in front of TJ blowing a kiss in his face before climbing the turnbuckle.
Marcus Senerchia: And your winner…. CHELSEA ARRMMSSTTRROONNGGG!!!!!!!!!)
Chelsea climbs the turnbuckle and begins to celebrate.
SEGMENT
Jumping down from the turnbuckle Chelsea turns to leave the ring as she nearly runs into TJ who has got back to his feet, she immediately goes on the defense as she takes a few steps back almost as if daring him to try it.
Fred Davies: I don’t think this is going to be the celebration Chelsea wanted…
Jim Hill: But it looks like it’s going to be a continuation of the fight we wanted!
Suddenly TJ extends his hand as she looks at it suspiciously, glancing around the arena she hears all the fans chanting as they begin to mix together as she glances into the face of a bloodied man. They share a moment almost as if testing one another as she slowly relaxes her stance before shaking his hand as the arena goes into a mixture of cheers and boos. Stepping away from TJ Chelsea jumps out of the ring but stays close to the commentary table as he calls for a mic.
Jim Hill: What does TJ have planned here?
Fred Davies: I don’t know but I don’t think Chelsea wants to miss this.
As he starts to lift the mic to his lips as the crowd goes into frenzy as the UN is shown backstage watching a TV looking at TJ in the ring. Suddenly as TJ goes to talk there’s a lot of noise coming from the crowd causing both Chelsea and TJ to redirect their attention.
Fred Davies: There seems to be something happening in the crowd…Jim what’s going on over there?
Jim Hill: There seems to be a man making his way to ringside over here.
Fred Davies: Can you see who he is?
Jim Hill: He has on a black hoodie hiding his face and jeans… no I can’t see who it is. Could this be yet another member of the UN?
Fred Davies: I’m not so sure Jim…take a look at Chelsea…I think the pieces are starting to fall together here.
The camera pans to Chelsea who now has her back to the ring as she stares directly at the man in the crowd as her face is one of delight yet horror as her hands can be seen shaking. She keeps her attention on the man as she backs toward the barricade as to be able to watch both sides as TJ raises his mic starting to talk.
TJ Pain: "Now I know most of you hate me as if my first name was Dixie but could y'all please let me talk?"
Fred Davies: "Did TJ Pain just say please?"
Jim Hill: "I thought his name was..."
TJ Pain: "People...this isn't TJ Pain talking. Like I said a few days ago, that man is dead and buried. This is the real, alive and kicking Jason Kaine talking here. Folks, I gotta say that over the past three years I've gotten tired. I've gotten tired of being the guy that's always hated. I'm tired of being booed out of every building I work in. To cut to the point, I'm..."
"Soldierhead" by Newsted plays, cutting Kaine (TJ) off. Slowly, the UN walks out from the back with matching looks of general "what the fuck". They make their way to the ring and stand in front of Jason (TJ). Immediately the questions fly. He cuts them off.
Jason Kaine: "Guys, guys, guys! Look, I know this hard to handle but like I said I'm tired. I've got two twin girls at home now and I don't want them growing up watching their dad telling everybody around them to fuck off. The whole gimmick was wearing off on my home life. Me and Roxxanne barely stay around each other anymore. It has to end for me. I hope you all understand."
Looking at the group of men in the ring everything seems to be calm as they seem to have accepted what has happened as Jason goes to leave the ring, turning he starts to step out as suddenly Kuk catches him in the back with his barbed wire bat causing him to fall to the mat. The group then starts relentlessly attacking Jason who is trying to fight back but the numbers game is quickly catching up to him. Suddenly Chelsea charges into the ring as she starts trying to fight her way through the men surrounding him as Michael James steps out from the group to deal with her. She makes a quick glance to the man in the crowd but he refuses to move as he stands in the crowd looking at the chaos unfolding.
Fred Davies: Why isn’t he moving? Isn’t he going to do something here?
Jim Hill: Chelsea’s about to get killed here!
The camera pans to him as he just laughs before looking on as Chelsea has now been backed into the corner. Michael laughs at her face before yelling at her in Japanese as her facial expression changes before she slaps him hard across the face. Stumbling back he rubs his cheek before laughing as the two clash going at it as the camera quickly pans to the other side of the ring as Killswitch and Kareem are both attacking Jason.
Fred Davies: This is falling apart fast here.
Jim Hill: And I think it’s about to get worse…our mystery man is making his way over the barrier right now and I don’t think anyone is going to try to stop him.
Fred Davies: I don’t blame him; if this is Chelsea’s help then everyone has heard what he’s capable of.
As the hooded man makes it ring side he stands by the commentary table watching the attack unfold as both Chelsea and Jason are now on the mat trying to shield punches as almost in unison the UN members turn looking at the hooded man before Killswitch walks over to the rope before looking at the hooded man and laughing while the others continue their attack, Kuk goes back to the attack driving his boot into the ribs of Chelsea. Suddenly the man pulls back the hood as he runs jumping into the ring going straight for Killswitch as the crowd goes crazy as they see who the hooded man is.
Jim Hill: Oh my god! That’s Chase Michaels! That’s the Lone Wolf!
Fred Davies: NWA’s Chase Michaels?
Jim Hill: That’s him! How on earth did Chelsea get him here, for anyone who didn’t follow NWA, these two have had quite a past…I think everyone will be surprised with this.
Kuk swings his bat at Chase who manages to duck just in time before nailing Kareem with a spear as Michael leaves a beaten Chelsea on the ground before running over jumping Chase. Chase gets out of his grip as he nails him with a low blow before following with a superkick to knocking Michael out as he falls to the mat. As he does Chelsea has started to stir in the corner as Kuk sets his target on her getting ready to nail her with his bat as she starts screaming at him causing him to stop as he laughs at her before raising the bat again but is nailed with a spear from Chase as he rolls out of the ring. Holding his stomach Kuk walks over pulling Kareem and Michael out of the ring as they start backing up the ring all with matching smiles on their faces as Jason and Chelsea are left lying in the middle of the ring. Chase stands over the two of them as his sights are turned back to Chelsea before he catches sight of Kuk’s barbed wire bat lying in the middle of the ring.
Fred Davies: Oh no…he wouldn’t!
Jim Hill: Could we witness Chelsea getting knocked out with Killswitch’s bat?
Chelsea who has managed to move into a sitting position watches Chase as her face become one of fear as his fingers lock around the baseball bat, he smirks looking at it before walking over as he offers it to Chelsea who slowly reaches for it. Her hand nearly grasps the handle before he drops it letting it hit the mat before he rolls out under the ropes before disappearing through the crowd.
Marcus Senerchia:"The following contest is a Clockwork Orange House of Fun match and it is for the EoV World Heavyweight Championship!!!!!!!!"
The lights dim down as we hear the intro of "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne kick in. The crowd awaits looking at the stage. Once it hits the heavy rift the lights begins to flashes as we see David Dreadful walking out onto the stage wearing a hooded jacket. The crowd cheers as he begins to mosh violently on the stage. Kicking and shouting as he thrashing about.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, From Chicago Illionis, Weighing in at 216 Pounds. "The Outcast" David Drrrrrrreeeeaaaaadfffffuuullllllll!!!"
Dreadful makes his way down the ramp as the crowd continue cheering, David smirks as he slides into the ring and takes off his hood. He shouts out as he looks into the crowd.
David Dreadful: "LETS GET THIS ROLLIN!"
Dreadful walks over to the corner and slumps down in front of the turnbuckle staring off....waiting.
The lights in the arena cut to black. A thick and steady drum beat echoes throughout the building as a mixture of red lights and smoke appear near the entrance. The house lights come on as the opening chords to "Soldier Head" by Newsted blasts throughout the arena. From behind the smoke we gain sight of Michael James as he takes a few steps forward. He takes a drag from the cigarette in his mouth and looks towards the audience with a sneer of disgust.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, From Fujisawa, Japan, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the Personification of Perfection, MICHAEL JAAAAAAAMMMMEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Michael James begins to make his way towards the ring as the fans toss garbage in his direction, cursing and jeering him as James just smiles and continues to walk towards the ringside area. He climbs up the steps and casually moves between the ropes. He approaches the center of the ring and drops to one knee while pointing towards his chest. James quickly stands back up and begins to insult the audience in Japanese.
The referee asks both men if they are ready and then signals for the bell. It rings and the two men begin circling each other.
Fred Davies:"The moment we have all been waiting for! Michael James versus David Dreadful! Who will be our first World Heavyweight Champion?!"
Jim Hill:"Well, let's see, the UN have dominated the entire night. You take a guess."
They lock up with Michael shoving Dreadful down with the strength advantage. He laughs as Dreadful gets up and they circle again. They both lock up and Dreadful immedietly takes down Michael with a double leg takedown. Dreadful backs off and smiles as he points to his head. Michael stands up and brushes himself off before he dashes toward Dreadful, taking him down with a takedown of his own. Both men begin to roll around trading punches as the crowd cheers for this match up. Michael shoves off Dreadful and stands up quickly. Dreadful sprints toward Michael, but Michael tosses him over his shoulder with a back body drop. Dreadful goes flying through the air and lands hard on the cage wall attached to the ring. Michael turns to the downed Dreadful and grabs a light tube hanging from the rope.
Fred Davies:"That was a hard fall there Jim."
Jim Hill:"And now Michael has a light tube. Nighty night Dreadful."
Dreadful get's up slowly and Michael slams the light tube over his head. It explodes with a loud "CRACK" and Dreadful stumbles to the ropes. Michael shows surprise on his face as Dreadful stumbles back to Michael with his fists balled up, ready to fight. Blood trickles down Dreadfuls head as Michael throws a hard right. Dreadful stumbles back and throws one of his own. Michael shakes it off and throws a forearm. Dreadful throws one back. Michael and Dreadful grab eachother and begin throwing wild forearm shots.
Jim Hill:"HOCKEY FIGHT!!!!!!!!!"
Fred Davies:"CALM YOURSELF!"
Michael whips Dreadful into the corner and runs at him. dreadful gets a foot up and rebounds off the rope behind Michael. Michael turns and Dreadful catches him with a flying clothesline, taking Michael off his feet. Dreadful wipes the blood from his forehead and grabs a kendo stick from the hanging rope. He aims and starts wacking Michael over and over with the kendo stick. Michael falls with every shot before Dreadful takes a swing at his head. Michael ducks and goes for a low blow, but Dreadful doesn't react. Michael looks up and is caught with a LOUD Kendo stick shot. Michael's eyes roll back and he falls back to the mat. Dreadful reaches into his pants and pulls out a cup. The crowd cheers as Dreadful takes the cup and places it over Michaels face. Michael screams as he shoves it away and spits on the canvas. He is now up to his feet and turns into a hard right from Dreadful.
Fred Davies:"That was disgusting!"
Jim Hill:"Burned all of Michael's nose hairs with that."
Michael is stumbling as Dreadful catches him with another shot. Dreadful kicks him in the gut and nails a reverse DDT. Michael goes down hard as Dreadful stands back up and pulls down two chairs. He sets them both up seat to seat. He grabs Michael and locks him into a suplex. He lifts him up, but Michael fights it with a knee to the face of Dreadful. Michael spins around and lifts dreadful up and drops him down onto the open chairs with a snap suplex! Dreadful slides off of them and lands on the mat, leaning against the chairs with his butt on the mat.
Fred Davies:"His back could be broken!!"
Jim Hill:"Whatever it takes to get the World title."
Michael crawls to his feet and pulls down a crowbar. He comes to Dreadful and begins to dig the crowbar into his open wounds on his forehead. Dreadful screams in agony as Michael continues to dig it into his forehead. Finally, Michael tosses the crowbar and screams in anger. He looks around him at the weapons and notices a table hanging. He walks to it and tries to bring it down, but what he doesn't see is Dreadful crawling towards the ropes. He pulls down a light tube and goes back to his position. Michael pulls down the table and sets it up in the corner. He comes back to dreadful and lifts him up slowly. Dreadful shoves Michaels hands away and then cracks the light tube over his head. It explodes with a loud "CRACK" and Michael falls to the ground. Dreadful grabs him and pulls him to his feet before bringing him to the table. He kicks him in the gut and goes for the Tiger Driver. Michael slips out and drops behind before rolling to the outside of the ring. Dreadful takes notice and rebounds off the ropes, flying to the outside with a suicide dive. Michael falls hard to guard rail and his head slams off of it. Dreadful gets up as the fans begin to give him a quick "Good job" slap on the back, Dreadful grabs hold of Michael and lifts him up. He throws a few clubbing blows to his back as they begin to go up the stands to the Nadsat Tower, the Tower that they must throw their opponent off to win. Dreadful hits a spinning backfist on Michael, sending him into a part of the crowd. The fans back off as dreadful comes toward Michael. suddenly, a big burst from a fire extinguisher hits Dreadful in the face and he stumbles back, holding his face in pain. Michael comes out and nails a shining wizard.
Fred Davies:"I thought Dreadful was about to win it there."
Jim Hill:"Michael is too smart to lose. He WILL BE the new Champion!"
Michael walks up the steps and comes to the Tower. He looks up and notices it goes higher. He begins to climb.
Fred Davies:"What is he doing? You don't need to be up there, you can throw them off the spot below!"
Jim Hill:"If you're going to throw a man from there, it might as well be at the top!"
Dreadful gets up finally and looks around for Michael. Michael whistles loudly and Dreadful looks up. Michael is at the top of the Tower and he signals for Dreadful to come up. Dreadful begins to climb as Michael laughs. Dreadful gets to the top and they begin to exchange blows, each one shaking the weak tower. Dreadful tries for a "Welcome To Chicago Mother Fucker", but Michael get's out of it and goes for the "Final Conviction". Dreadful slides out of it and hits another spinning backfist. Michael stumbles and falls from the Tower. The crowd is in shock, but there is no bell and there is no music. Dreadful looks over the edge and doesn't see the broken tables. Suddenly, Michael comes up and nails a low blow. Dreadful grabs his groin and falls back in pain. The camera pans onto Michael who is hanging from the Tower.
Fred Davies:"Michael is still in here. The sneaky bastard hung on!"
Jim Hill:"CLIMB YOUR ASS BACK UP THERE AND WIN THIS!!!!"
Michael climbs up the Tower slowly before we see him grab Dreadful and lock him in for the "Lethal Injection". He lifts Dreadful up, but Dreadful gets up and nail the "Trick or Treat Driver"! The Tower shakes and cracks as a few pipes fall off. Both men are down as the crowd cheers for Dreadful.
Fred Davies:"The Tower is about to crumble! It was not made for this!"
Jim Hill:"As long as Dreadful flies off first, it can crumble."
Dreadful finally recovers and signals for the end as he points to the tables stacked at the bottom. He grabs hold of Michael, but is nailed in the jaw with a hard shot. Dreadful stumbles back and we can see Michael has the brass knuckles on his hand. Dreadful falls backward off the Tower and goes threw all of the tables. The bell rings and Michael looks shocked. Dreadful lays lifeless as Marcus announces the winner.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEWWWWWWWw Evolution of Violence World Heavyweight Champion, THE PERSONIFICATION OF PERFECTION, MICHAEL JAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Michael climbs down the Tower as Tommy Rowan and Kareem al-Bashir come out from the back. Michael is given his title as Tommy raises his. The three members of the U.N. raise their hands as Michael's theme continues. The crowd is booing as Dreadful lays motionless at the bottom of the ramp. The U.N. continue to celebrate as the show logo comes up on the bottom and we close the ppv on the new Champions celebrating.