Post by Tommy Rowan on Aug 20, 2013 20:04:35 GMT -5
Fireworks explode all around the stage of the EAW Anarchist Arena as "You Think You Know" by Device blasts from the speakers. The camera pans across the crowd, crazier then ever. Signs are shown being thrown up everywhere as we pan on EAW's commentary team, Jim Hill and Fred Davies, at the announce table.
Fred Davies:"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Collision!!! I'm Fred Davies alongside my partner, Jim Hill, and we have one hell of a show for you tonight folks!"
Jim Hill:"Oh hell yeah we do! Our main event being the first ever Dog Fight match! David Dreadful takes on the returning and renewed Kareem al-Bashir! It's going to be one hell of a match up!"
Fred Davies:"We're now going to take it to the ring with Marcus Senerchia for the opening contest!"
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is your opening contest for tonight and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring. From Glascow, Scotland, this is HIGH FLYING HARDCORE!!!!!!"
HFH smiles as he throws his fists up on the turnbuckle. The fans shower him with cheers as he gets back down and waits in the corner.
“Part of Your World” by Alan Menken hits and Tri Bute comes out from the back in his usual entrance attire. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans and everyone around him.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, from Future Ryan, Future Oklahoma, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the Future Warrior, this is TRIIII BUUUUUTTTTEEEEEE!!!!!"
Tri Bute walks up the ring steps and get's into the ring. He begins to take off his jacket and his T-Shirt, tossing them to the outside as the ref signals for the bell.
Ding!
HFH and Tri Bute circle the ring. HFH brings an arm up for a test of strength. Tri Bute looks a bit suspicious, but goes along. HFH then locks his other hand in as well as Tri Bute as both men look to out power each other. Tri Bute clearly gets the advantage and launches HFH off to the ropes.
Fred Davies:"This surely will be an awesome match. A man who says he's from the future and our own High Flying Hardcore. An EAW past member. This Tri Bute guy sure is an interesting individual. Apparently from the future, he thinks he is superior to us all. That could get him in some trouble around these parts."
Jim Hill:"I think he's a fucking weirdo."
Fred Davies:"LANGUAGE JIM!"
Jim Hill:"Oh quit your whining. We just started!"
HFH hangs on to the rope to stop himself from rebounding. Tri Bute looks on as HFH tries to regain himself. HFH and Tri Bute lock up and Tri Bute begins to over power HFH again. He backs HFH into the turnbuckle as the ref tries to get a clean break. The ref ducks down and tries to step between the two. It seems to work until Tri Bute sticks his finger in HFH's eye. The ref looks dumbfound as HFH stumbles back which allows Tri Bute to make his move as he runs and goes for a dropkick. HFH takes notice and moves out of the way, sending him to the mat.
Fred Davies:"Smart move there by HFH. Tri Bute almost had him with that finger in the eye."
Jim Hill:"HFH shouldn't have come back. All goodie goodie. I hate him."
HFH begins stomping on the daze body of Tri Bute. Each strike getting a louder and louder positive response. HFH smiles and tries to get the fans up out of their seats. He turns around into a back clubbing blow from Tri Bute. Tri Bute begins punching over and over as HFH tries to cover up. Tri Bute grabs one of HFH's arms and pulls him into a body slam going for the first pin afterwards.
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Tri Bute picks up the dazed HFH and nails a rolling German Suplex. He points down at HFH's body as the crowd boos him. He runs off the ropes and hits a huge leg drop which crashes down on HFH's chest. We see HFH grab his chest and cough heavily as Tri Bute gets up and drops an elbow.
Fred Davies:"The bigger Tri Bute laying down with the heavy shots on the smaller HFH. He could easily break him with the size advantage."
Jim Hill:"HFH choose to be here. Should have stayed away. Now he's going to get hurt."
Tri Bute picks HFH up and whips him off into the ropes and goes down for a big boot, but HFH is aware and rolls under the man who turns around into a Pele Kick. Tri Bute drops to the mat as HFH pounces for the cover.
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HFH stays on the attack. He stomps and elbows the down Tri Bute not giving the man a chance to comeback. Tri Bute catches a fist of HFH and shoves him away, but HFH bounces off the ropes and kicks Tri Bute right in the face with a nasty boot. HFH lifts Tri Bute up and whips him into the ropes. Tri Bute comes back and nails a big crossbody onto HFH. HFH holds his chest in pain as Tri Bute stands up and leans against the ropes, trying to get a hold of himself. He finally does and begins stomping on HFH. He lifts him up and pulls him into his legs, looking for a Piledriver. He lifts him up, but HFH begins to move around, trying to slip out. He does as he lands on his feet and Tri Bute comes in with a Rolling Lariat. HFH ducks under and Tri Bute turns right into the "Spinning Hardcore" from HFH! HFH leaps over for the cover!
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Fred Davies:"WOW what a close one!"
Jim Hill:"I almost thought it was over! HFH is better then he used to be. Still a loser though.."
Tri Bute kicks out and HFH can't believe it. He points 3 fingers to the ref, but only gets 2 back in his face. The crowd cheering for HFH who is reeling back into the match. HFH looks at Tri Bute and backs into a corner. He begins to pat his leg...maybe calling for his signature Superkick. Tri Bute makes it to his feet as HFH yells at him to "Turn around!". Tri Bute finally turns as HFH rushes in for his kick, but Tri Bute ducks under it and instead lifts HFH on his shoulders. HFH looks shocked before he is dropped hard in the corner with the "Royal Tri Bute"! Tri Bute covers, hooking the leg.
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HFH kicked out at the very last possible second! Tri Bute can't believe it and neither can the crowd. Tri Bute has some trouble, but makes it to his feet still with a look of shock on his face. He reaches down and pulls a limp and almost lifeless HFH up. HFH falls and leans on the chest of Tri Bute almost using him for support to keep his balance. Tri Bute shoves him off as HFH bounces off the ropes and hits a Superkick outta nowhere. Tri Bute staggers as HFH hops up and nails a Flip Piledriver which drops Tri Bute. HFH smiles as he goes for the cover.
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LostProphets- Arsenal begins to play again as the crowd cheers. HFH stands up and the referee raises his hand to the cheers of the crowd.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is you winner....HIGH FLYING HAAARRDDCCOOOOREEEEEE!"
HFH smiles as he goes to the top rope to celebrate. Suddenly, he is low blowed from behind by an angry Tri Bute. HFH falls back and onto the mat. Tri Bute wipes his face free from the sweat and grabs HFH by the hair. The crowd boos him as he lifts HFH onto his shoulders and runs to the corner, tossing HFH into the second rope, delivering the "Royal Tri Bute"! HFH folds up as Tri Bute stands and looks livid. He walks up the ramp slowly, fans booing and throwing hate towards him.
As the dark music starts, the arena goes completely black. Lights flicker on and off with a bright white light, only lighting up certain segments of the arena at split second intervals. As the intro finishes, a massive explosion of red, yellow and blue pyro fills the arena and after a few seconds, Sudice Fate reveals himself from behind the curtain, dressed in his usual entrance attire while also wielding a large axe in his right hand. He slowly walks down the entrance ramp, not taking any notice of the crowds mixed cheers and boos.
As Sudice Fate reaches the ring, he swings his axe up and slams it directly into the edge of the ring and then uses this as leverage to lift himself up into the ring. Jolting his body to release the axe from the ring, he swings it up so it lands on his shoulders as he circles the ring, not for one second losing eye contact with the crowd.
The crowd continue chanting inaudible chants for a few more seconds, just as Sudice Fates music slowly fades to silence. Sudice looks towards the edge of the ring, which he walks towards and grabs a microphone from a EAW employee.
"I…." He said in a slow, rather monotone voice, with another loud, mixed response from the crowd. "I am… Sudice Fate." He slowly lowers the microphone and soaks in every single response from the crowd, pacing around in a circle still wielding his axe in his other hand. "My name is Sudice Fate and I am here, in EAW…" he repeats just before he slams his axe into the ground only to use it as a leverage to stand.
"Chances are, EAW fan boys and girls, none of you know me. Im an unknown face who has entered this monopoly board known as professional wrestling. I have been chosen to fight amongst the best wrestlers ever to walk the earth. Unfortunately, just to fight, win and please the crowd isnt my main, primary objective… its only the perceptive." Sudice lowers the microphone and absorbs the crowds reactions, only but for a moment.
"The objective is a simple and linear goal not just to reach the top, but to eliminate the darkness that plagues this company as well as the industry as a whole. This darkness has spread worse than a cancer throughout the whole anatomy of each and every wrestler that will stand before you today and every day after this. My whole life, my whole meaning it all corrodes down to this… Eliminating the darkness. I am standing here before each and every one of you people standing here before me to begin the quest to purify the souls of the damned and tormented, to relieve the ones in pain, who have been swallowed by the darkness and consumed by it. Only I have the power to do this, through any… means… necessary…"
Sudice lowers his microphone once again just as he yanks his axe out of the ground with his free hand. He slowly exits the ring ropes and leaps down to the ringside, his long leather jacket flowing with the air as he does so. The crowd, rather shocked with awe, do not know whether to respond with boos or cheers, causing inaudible noise to fill the arena. Sudice slowly begins to walk back up the ramp, while bringing the microphone back to his cold lips.
"I am not your new hero… I am not your new villain... I am simply a chaser of darkness to eliminate everything that has infected the EAW universe. That is my goal."
Sudice comes to a sudden halt and slowly turns to face the ring and the crowd, with a large mysterious grin planted across his face.
"Extreme Anarchy Wrestling… Your purification has begun…" Sudice preaches as he throws the microphone to the ground, quickly swings his axe high into the air above his head, grabbing it with his second hand, and powerfully swings it down towards the microphone. On impact, a large flash of blinding light engulfs the arena, causing the crowd to let out screams and shocks of fear and as the smoke clears, Sudice Fate has disappeared from all sight, leaving only the axe handle embedded into the ground…
The Purification… Has Begun.
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is scheduled for one fall......"
"Niggas In Paris" Jay-Z & Kanye West hits and the arena goes dark as red and white spotlights circle around the arena. As the beginning of the song drops. .. "BALL SO HARD MOTHERFUCKER WANNA FIIIINNNEEEEEEEE ME".
As the beat drops a huge red and white pyro explosion goes off at the top of the stage as "Niggas in Paris" starts to play. As the crowd erupts in boos Evans emerges from behind the curtain with energy. He stands at the top of the ramp smugly and looks around at the ground.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, hailing from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds, he the Answer, JUSTIN EEEVVAAANNNSSS!!!!!"
He walks down the ramp and runs and slides into the ring, running and climbing up each turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd. As he jumps off the last turnbuckle he takes off his shirt and tosses into the ground. He then stands in the ring eyes focuses on the ramp- awaiting his opponent.
Glory By Hollywood Undead hits and after the intro Maestro Punk walks out from the back with the fans cheering him. He begins to walk down the ramp, the fans cheering him the whole way down.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is MAESTRO THE GOOD PUUUUNNKKKKKKKK!!!!!"
Maestro slides in the ring and hops on the turnbuckle. He spreads his arms out and taunts to the crowd as they shower him with cheers. He then hops off the turnbuckle and faces his opponent, who stares back at him in return.
The referee signals for the bell and the bell is rung. Justin Evans and Maestro Punk circle eachother before tying up. They tug and pull on eachother and eventually Justin takes Punk over with a take down. Punk struggles to fight out of it, but does and then locks in a headlock on Evans. Evans pushes out and they both eye eachother as they stand face to face.
Fred Davies:"With all the tension between these two, this should be an excellent match."
Jim Hill:"It should be Fred. But the fact of the matter is, these two are new. Both out to make a statement tonight."
Maestro goes for a double leg take down, but Justin reverses it and kicks Maestro in the face. He locks Punk in around the waist and hits a belly to belly suplex. He comes to his feet with Punk still locked in and hits another one. He floats over for the pin.
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Kickout by Maestro. Maestro Punk stands up and goes for a dropkick, but Justin already scouted it and pushes it aside. Maestro gets up and runs right into an clothesline from Evans. Evans hits a few more before whipping Punk into the ropes. Punk comes back right into a Samoan Drop from Evans. Evans smiles as he knows where he has Maestro. Maestro is up and Evans goes for a spear, but Maestro leaps over him and goes for the "End"! Evans rolls off of Maestro's shoulders and rolls Punk up!
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Fred Davies:"EVANS HAD THE TIGHTS!!!!"
Jim Hill:"YES!!!"
The bell rings as "Niggas In Paris" Jay-Z & Kanye West hits and Evans rolls out of the ring to celebrate.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner......JUSTIN 'THE ANSWER' EEEVVAAANNNSSSSS!!!!"
Maestro looks pissed in the ring as he stares down Evans walking up the ramp. The camera then fades out.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Jordan Caliban is found surrounded by a crowd of eager fans. After he signs an autograph for a busty woman in her early twenties a security guard approaches the crowd.
Guard: Okay people that’s all for now.
The woman pulls Jordan to her and wraps her arms around his neck. She shoves her breasts into his face trying her best to find a way into his dressing room. The security guard pulls the woman away from Jordan and escorts Caliban away from the crowd. The cameras move in and focus on a young boy confined to the seat of a wheelchair. His father is found behind the paraplegic boy with his hands gripping the back of the chair. The boy begins to speak to his Father as he guides the chair from behind.
Boy: Dad?
Father: Yes?
Boy: I think we may need to make a pit stop before heading back to our seats.
Father: What do you mean?
The boy turns his head and gives his father a cynical glare
Boy: You know.
He nods his head down in an effort to motion his need to urinate.
Father: Oh! Right.
The boy’s father guides the chair down a side hallway that leads to the handicap bathrooms. He stops a few feet in front of the door and moves around so he can assist his son inside of the bathroom. They move inside and as the Father begins wheeling his son towards the handicap stall, they both sense a sudden aroma of cigar smoke.
Dad: You smell that?
Boy: Uh-huh.
The boy releases a cough from result of the smoke affecting his weak lungs. The boy’s father turns his attention towards the entrance of the bathroom. He gains sight of a large man standing across from him gripping a Cuban cigar between his teeth.
Father: Listen. I don’t mean to be rude I would appreciate it if you put that out. As you can see my son isn’t in the best condition.--
The large man interrupts him in Japanese, obviously speaking with an angered tone.
Unknown: Tojikomeru! Anata no kuchi o shatto tamotsu!
The boy’s father glares at the man with an expression of confusion.
Father: Look mister, I didn’t mean to cause any kind of offense—
The large man quickly approaches the boy’s Father and grabs a hold of his throat. He forces him away from the boy like a rag doll and begins to scream at him with both hands wrapped around his neck.
Unknown: Sakihodo mo iimashita e tojikomeru! Shikashi anata ga HANASHI TSUZUKERU!
He tosses the boy’s father across the bathroom with ease and sends him face first into a plastic paper towel dispenser. The plastic shatters on impact and the blow causes the man to drop to the floor. As the large assailant approaches the man his son begins to scream in his defense.
Boy: STOP! HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU! LEAVE HIM ALONE!
He ignores the boy’s demands and grabs a handful of his father’s hair. He forces him to one knee and violently bashes his head into the wall causing a selection of tiles to crack and fall to the floor. The cameras cut to the outside of the bathroom while the horrific noise of the one sided assault are heard from inside. A few seconds later we hear a disturbing “THUD” and the Father’s screams of agony come to a sudden halt. The door opens and the man’s attacker is revealed as “The Personification of Perfection” Michael James. He wipes a smear of blood from his hand with a paper towel and tosses it aside. He places the cigar between his teeth and uses a match it to light the end. He exhales a cloud of smoke from his nostrils and moves out of the frame. The heartbreaking sounds of the boy desperately crying for his father begin to echo throughout the hallway.
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is scheduled for one fall....."
"Stop To Fall" By All Faces Down hits and the crowd begins to cheer. After the intro the lights begin to flash as Kurt Ryan comes out from the back with a smile across his face. He points out to the crowd before throwing up the metal horns and then continuing down the ramp, slapping fans outstretched hands.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, Hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 186 pounds, he is Lethal Injection, KURT RYYYANNNNNNN!!!!!"
Kurt comes down the ramp and slides into the ring. He hops up on the turnbuckle and points out to the crowd before throwing the metal horns up 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.
"Halloween Theme" By Daniel Caine hits and a few moments go by. Suddenly, a spotlight hits the middle of the ring, showing nothing. The lights return to normal and Kurt is standing near the turnbuckle, looking toward the ring. Havok looks at him and smiles sadistically as the bell rings. Havok storms toward Kurt, trying to ram him in the corner. He moves and Havok slams into the corner. Kurt begins to reign in shots to the gut of Havok. Havok is shocked and in pain as he shoves Kurt out of the way. Kurt comes back at him with a shoulder to the gut. He backs up and bounces off the ropes, but Havok comes out of the corner and nails a spear. Kurt flips over and lands hard on the mat. Havok comes over and lifts Kurt up for a sidewalk slam. Kurt breaks free and comes to his feet. They begin to exchange blows. Kurt get's the upper hand with a Dropsault and Havok falls into the corner.
Fred Davies:"Havok came into this match trying to get the sneak attack. Unfortunetaly for him, it backfired."
Jim Hill:"But he is the bigger man in this match, watch him pull out the win."
Kurt is now chopping Havok's chest over and over. He then whips him into the ropes and Havok comes back into a hurricanrana. He's up again and he runs into a drop toe hold, which sends him into the ropes. Kurt slides tot he outside and comes around to Havok's head. He grabs it and nails a neckbreaker in the ropes. Havok is holding his neck in pain as Kurt climbs to the top. He signals for a 450 splash and leaps off with it. Havok moves and Kurt is sent crashing down to the ground with nobody to hit. Havok immedietly capitalizes and goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Kurt at two. Havok lifts him up and whips him into the ropes. Kurt comes back and Havok nails a sidewalk slam. He lifts Kurt up and lifts him on his shoulders. He nails an Electric Chair and goes to the top. He waits for Kurt to get up and as he does he goes for a Double Axe Handle. Jurt crawls to the outside, but Havok takes notice and stops him on the apron. He lifts him up and locks in a suplex. He then nails it on the ring apron as Kurt holds his back in pain. Havok slides in and rebounds off the ropes. He runs full force at Kurt and nails a baseball slide! Kurt flies off the apron and into the guardrail! The ref begins to count.
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Kurt begins to get up.
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Kurt get's into the ring at the last second. Havok is shocked as he storms around the ring, kicking turnbuckles and the ropes. He then grabs the ref and starts to shout at him. The ref shoves Havok off of him and begins to yell back at him. Havok pushes the referee aside and grabs the weakened Kurt. He grabs hold of Kurt and locks his legs around his head. He has a Triangle Choke locked in tight as Kurt is screaming in pain.
Fred Davies:"TRIANGLE CHOKE!! This one might be over!"
Jim Hill:"This could be the end right here. Kurt looks weak and Havok looks to have that move locked in tight."
Suddenly, Kurt head butts Havok in the nose. He does it again, then again. Havok breaks the hold and get's to his knees, blood running from his nose and out from the mask. Kurt flips himself over and is to his feet. He let's out a loud scream and then ducks under a big boot attempt from Havok and shoves him. Havok's leg is caught in the ropes and Kurt goes up to the top for the "Lethal Dose"! He backflips off the rope, but Havok get's his foot untangled and moves out of the way. Kurt catches a glimpse and lands on his feet. Staggered, Havok kicks him in the gut and nails "Payback" out of nowhere! He makes the cover!!!!
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The bell rings as "Halloween Theme" By Daniel Caine hits again. Havok gets up slowly as the ref raises his hand.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner, HAAAAVVVOOOKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
Havok begins to celebrate as Kurt slowly pulls himself together. Kurt is still out of it though, as the ref is trying to speak to him to make sure he's ok. Havok walks up the ramp and disappears to the back. The camera fades out slowly.
We come backstage where we see Maestro Punk walking towards his locker room. He walks past the catering table and shoves the food off as he lets out a scream. Danny Brannigan comes up with a microphone and a cheeky grin. Maestro Punk looks angry.
Danny Brannigan:"Can I get your thoughts on your match earlier with Justin Evans Maestro?"
Maestro Punk:"That cheap little bastard got a cheap win! I won't let it happen again! YOU HEAR ME!? I WON'T!"
Danny Brannigan:"What is on your mind concerning your position in this company?"
Maestro wipes his mouth with his hand.
Maestro Punk:"What's on my mind? That's a pretty stupid question don't you think? I want the OOFHHH!!!"
Suddenly, Maestro Punk is hit from behind with a big forearm. A fairly large man dressed in black jeans, black boots, a black hoodie, and a mask with a Mohawk attached to the top, grabs Maestro and slams his head first into the wall. He kicks him repeatedly as blood begin s to drizzle down his forehead and come from his mouth. Maestro tries to crawl away from the Mohawk, but the Mohawk steps on the back of his ankle. Maestro lets out a scream before the Mohawk grabs Maestro's ankle and locks in a sick ankle lock! Maestro is screaming and wiggling around, trying to break free, but the Mohawk locks it in tighter and tighter. Then, with a sadistic roar, the Mohawk twists and snaps Maestro's ankle. We hear a loud pop as Maestro lets out a scream and then passes out. The Mohawk lets go as he turns to Danny who holds to microphone out. The Mohawk smacks it out of Danny's hand and stomps on it, before walking away, leaving the backstage in chaos and Maestro with a broken ankle.
Fred Davies:"Well, that was disgusting! I don't think we will be seeing Maestro Punk anymore."
Jim Hill:"Me either. Now, ladies and gentleman, it is time for the main event!"
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is your main event of the evening and it is a Dog Fight MATCH!! The rules for this match are as follows. Both competitors will be tied together with a Dog Collar around their necks. A steel cage will sit around them with barbed wire on the top as they fight for the pinfall or submission."
"The Beaten Path" by Dale Oliver hits and Kareem walks out from the back during the Bomb drop in the song. He stands on the ramp and looks around before beginning to slowly walk down the ramp towards the ring.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, from Terran, Iran, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the Arabian Nightmare, KARREEEM AL-BAAASSSHHHHIIIRRRRR!!!!"
He comes to the ring and stops, looking around at the crowd he return at him with boos. He walks up the steps and enters the ring before climbign the turnbuckle and spitting on the ground at the ringside area, symbolizing the dirty soil of America. He steps down and waits in the corner for Dreadful to make his entrance. The referee begins to put the dog collar around his throat as Kareem is getting antsy.
The lights dim down as we hear the slow intro of "Quoth The Raven" by Eluveitie 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 boos as he begins to mosh violently on the stage. Kicking and shouting at the camera and fans.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, From Chicago Illionis, Weighing in at 216 Pounds. "The Outcast" David Drrrrrrreeeeaaaaadfffffuuullllllll!!!"
Dreadful makes his way down the ramp as the crowd continue some booing, others shouting hateful comments and remarks, Dreadful responds with a middle fingerright in the booing crowd members face. David sneers as he slides into the ring and takes off his hood. He shouts out as he looks into the crowd.
David Dreadful:"DEAL WITH IT!"
Dreadful walks over to the corner and slumps down in front of the turnbuckle staring off....waiting. The referee is telling Dreadful to stand up, but Dreadful keeps sitting, staring at Kareem. Finally after a few moments of the ref arguing and Dreadful ignoring, Dreadful stands up and the referee straps on the dog collar. The bell rings and both men begin to try and pull on the dog collar. They are circling eachother and pulling on the chain as the crowd cheers them on.
Fred Davies:"Last week Kareem made his debut by attacking Dreadful and tossing him into the crowd with his finisher. Dreadful hopes to get revenge in this match made by TJ Pain."
Jim Hill:"Now that's a guy to look up to. TJ Pain. Genious if I don't sya so myself."
They walk around trying to feel each other out in this environment as they lock up. Kareem easily gets the power advantage and pushes Dreadful back. Kareem laughs and waves for Dreadful to bring on some more. Dreadful and Kareem lock up again and Kareem begins to over power again, but just when Kareem goes for another shove Dreadful delivers a sharp and thunderous kick to the thigh of Kareem. Kareem yells out and hold his leg as he backs up from Dreadful who mocks Kareem with that laugh from earlier.
Fred Davies:"Dreadful is known around the world for his style of wrestling. A main event caliber superstar in every company he goes to. He is a champion right now in multiple companies. I bet he is eyeing gold in EAW."
Jim Hill:"Dreadful might be a tough star in other companies, but this is EAW. We are above the rest."
Kareem looks at the chain and goes to grab it, but is caught off guard by a kick from Dreadful. Dreadful quickly hops up and ducks a clothesline from the recovering al-Bashir. Bashir bounces off the ropes and hops over Dreadful who went for a back body drop. Kareem stops and turns and dropkicks Dreadful who goes through the ropes and slams against the steel cage. He holds his back in pain as he slugs down to the bottom. Kareem comes over and stomps down on Dreadful over and over again. Kareem smiles as he backs up. Dreadful begins to get to his feet.
Fred Davies:"Kareem hoping to make a big name for himself this time in EAW. His last run was semi successful, but he hopes for me this go around."
Jim Hill:"He has the skills and he has the mind set to do it. Hopefully his behind the scenes work can improve and push him to the top where he belongs."
Kareem measures Dreadful and runs the ropes looking for a shoulder thrust. He reaches the ropes and goes for the shoulder, but Dreadful leaps over the rope and out of the way, sending Kareem's head into the Steel cage. He goes limp and falls into the ring holding his head and looking confused. Dreadful grabs the chain and untangles it from the ropes and wraps it around his fist a few times. He waits for Kareem to get up, taunting him in the process. Kareem is up and Dreadful slams it against his head. Kareem falls hard to the mat as Dreadful drops the chain and goes to the top. He is calling for a elbow drop and leaps off for it. Kareem rolls out of the way and Dreadful catches all mat. He holds his elbow as Kareem begins to get up.
Fred Davies:"Intense action in this first ever Dog Fight. Who is your pick Jim?"
Jim Hill:"I'm putting my money on Kareem. He's got it all for this match and has the momentem going into it."
Kareem gets to a knee as the crowd begins to boo. Kareem gets to his feet as the crowd begins to boo louder. Kareem climbs the ropes and begins yelling towards the crowd. He spits toward them before reaching into one of his pants pockets. He pulls out a pair of small bolt cutters and grabs the chain. The crowd boos as he fights to cut the chain. Suddenly, Dreadful is up and he yanks on the chain causing Kareem to drop the cutters and spin around towards Dreadful. Dreadful kicks him in the gut and nails the "Welcome to Chicago, Motherfucker!"! He stands up and shakes his head, trying to catch his breath. He looks down and sees the bolt cutters. Dreadful smiles as he picks them up and begins to climb the cage. The crowd is confused, as is the commentators.
Fred Davies:"What is Dreadful doing? He can't escape, the top's covered in barbedwire."
Jim Hill:"He has the bolt cutters. Can't you see he's going to cut his way out of the cage? I swear I work with apes."
Dreadful is at the top and he begins to cut the barbedwire. 1 piece is snipped and it begins to hand loosely from the cage. Dreadful smiles as he cuts the other end, leaving a long whip-like piece. He grabs it and begins to scale down the cage wall again. He gets to the bottom and faces Kareem who has gotten to his knees. Kareem takes a look at what Dreadful has and is stunned. His jaw drops and his eyes widen as Dreadful holds up the barbedwire. Kareem tries to crawl towards the door, but Dreadful grabs the chain and begins to pull Kareem in towards him. Kareem finally runs out of space to run and turns toward Dreadful. He points at him and spits in his face before trying for a clothesline. Dreadful ducks and begins whipping Kareem over and over with the barbedwire strand. Kareem yelps at every shot as Dreadful whips him over and over again. Eventually Kareem drops to the mat in pain and Dreadful tosses away the strand, going down for the cover.
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Kareem gets a shoulder up. Dreadful looks livid as he shakes his head and smacks the mat. He stands up and climbs the ropes, looking for a diving headbutt. As he climbs Kareem slowly recovers. When Dreadful gets to the top and looks to be jumping, Kareem pops up to his feet and yanks the chain, causing Dreadful to fall off the rope towards him. Kareem catches him in mid air with the "Nightmare Driver"! Kareem goes for the cover!
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Dreadful kicks out at the last possible moment! Kareem looks completely pissed as he shakes his head and argues with the referee. Kareem looks over to see Dreadful crawling over to the bolt cutters. Kareem quickly runs over and grabs his leg as Dreadful grabs the bolt cutters. Dreadful swings the cutters which is ducked multiple times. Dreadful then fakes Kareem out with another swing before swinging down across the back of Kareem's head. Kareem drops to the mat as Dreadful gets back to his feet slowly.
Fred Davies:"Kareem has to have a concussion after that shot! Bolt cutters to the back of the damn head! That's sick!"
Jim Hill:"No...that's ANARCHY!!!!"
Dreadful holds up the bolt cutters and grabs a hold of Kareem. He kicks him in the gut and locks Kareem into a German suplex looking hold, but Kareem fights out of it with a few elbows and tries for the "Nightmare Driver" again, but Dreadful spins out of it and and nails a spinning backfist that sends Kareem into the turnbuckles. Kareem's head whips back and he falls to the mat. Dreadful shakes his head as he tries to regain his balance. He walks over to grab Kareem, but instead gets hit with the bolt cutters that Kareem had grabbed secretly. Dreadful yells out and grabs his skull in pain before going down to a knee as Kareem bounces off the ropes and nails the "Glimmering Warlock"! Cover by Kareem.
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Kareem looks at the ref and shakes his head in disbelief. He looks down to see Dreadful who has a cut over his eye from the bolt cutter shot. Kareem looks around before smirking at the barbedwire. He walks over and picks up the dangerous looking object. He walks back over to Dreadful and whips him with it once. Dreadful winches in pain. He stands up quickly and tries to get away from Kareem who is whipping him over and over again. Kareem finally stops and drops the barbedwire.
Fred Davies:"Sick shots from Kareem! Will this match EVER end?!"
Jim Hill:"Simply revenge Fred. Bolt cutters to the head was returned with the same fate. Now the barbedwire whipping is being thrown back at Dreadful. REVENGE is a dish best served cold!"
Dreadful gets to his feet and is caught with a powerbomb. Kareem then begins to hit him over and over again with leg drops and stomps. Kareem finally get's through and calls for the "Nightmare Driver" again. Dreadful is up and Kareem tries for it, but Dreadful lands on his feet and shoves Kareem into the turnbuckle. Kareem bounces off and comes back into the "Trick or Treat Driver" from Dreadful! Cover!!!
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The bell rings as the cage rises up to the ceiling slowly. The referee comes in the ring and helps up Dreadful who is bloody. He begins to celebrate as the ref raises his hand.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner, DAVID DDDDDDRREEEEAAAAADDDFFFUULLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
He hops on the turnbuckle and begins to celebrate at the crowd who is cheering and booing at the same time. Kareem slowly get's hold of himself and releases what just happened. He begins to go crazy. Slamming his fists on the mat and kicking the turnbuckles. Eventually he rolls out of the ring and kicks the guardrail as the fans boo towards him. Kareem holds his head and scream toward the fans in his native language. The referee is trying to tell Kareem to leave, but Kareem is shaking his head. He then grabs the referee by the shirt and brings him to his face, before punching him, sending him into the guardrail. Kareem grabs the guardrail and begins to stomp the referee over and over. Eventually security comes out and breaks Kareem off of the referee and sends him to the back, arguing the entire way.
David paces around the ring. The crowd looking confused as he calls for a microphone. David smiles and shakes his head as he raises the mic up.
David Dreadful:
TJ...Hey TJ! I hope you are back there listening because here's the low down.
David wipes the hair from his face as he stares at the stage.
David Dreadful:
You wanna send challenge after challenge my way? Thats fine...I'm going to make sure each and every single one of them drop until I get my point across to you and to everyone that doubts me.
David nods his head in agreement as some of the fans cheer the unusual hero.
David Dreadful:
TJ you want to try and make my life hell? I know the one thing I can do that will absolutely drive you mad...I know the one thing I can do that'll make you sick to your stomach...
David lowers the mic and motions around his waist.
David Dreadful:
Right here, right now I am staking my claim towards the EAW World Championship. A championship that holds true prestige and has been held by some of the greats in this business....well and TJ. You see TJ that championship is more than just a piece of gold. Its more than just some trophy. It represents so much more than that...
David begins to pace around the ring
David Dreadful:
I'm not the best representative for those who bust their asses for these fans, but you can damn sure believe that I've earned everything I've gotten and as much as you hate to admit it you know it just aswell as I do TJ.
David stands in the middle of the ring as a few more fans start cheering him.
David Dreadful:
So TJ...with all that in mind.
David drops the mic and walks up to the ropes. He faces the stage and gives off the double finger solute while screaming out to where even the mic can still pick up his voice.
David Dreadful:
FUCK YOU!!!
David smirks as Quoth The Raven starts up he walks over and climbs the turnbuckle to a positive reaction from the crowd.
"Do Me A Favor" By Stone Sour hits and TJ Pain comes out from the back with a microphone in his hand. He looks around at the fans who are half booing and half cheering the General Manager. He brings the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.
TJ Pain:"Dreadful old pal. Don't worry, I've been listening. I've been listening to your bullshit and empty promises. You are the same as everybody else who claims they can get the job done. But listen up fucknut. I'll give you what you want. That World Title match.........ONLY if you can beat CHELSEA ARMSTRONG!"
The crowd cheers for the returning legend. Dreadful is shaking his head and smiling. TJ turns to walk away, but then smiles and turns back.
TJ Pain:"Oh yeah. If you beat Chelsea, you will go on to face either Jordan Caliban.....or THIS MAN!"
Suddenly, Dreadful is spun around and attacked by MICHAEL JAMES! TJ Pain laughs as he walks to the back. The two begin brawling, exchanging blows before Dreadful ducks a shot and lands a Spinning Backfist, taking Michael James to the ground. From out of nowhere, Dreadful is attacked from behind by Kareem al-Bashir. Kareem begins reigning down the shots on Dreadful as Michael comes back into it. Kareem and Michael double team Dreadful, beating him to a pulp.
Suddenly, the lights go to black. It is quiet for a few moments before the lights come back on and Ricky Kimmel is on the top turnbuckle. Michael and Kareem turn and are taken down by a double missile Dropkick! Kimmel begins to fight both men off before Dreadful gets back in it. Dreadful and Kimmel begin to take over, laying into Kareem and Michael. Kimmel has Kareem in the corner and is kicking him while Dreadful is on top of Michael, laying him down with shots. Dreadful and Kimmel come to the middle of the ring and the fans erupt in cheers as they shake hands and begin to celebrate.
A "Kimmel" and "Dreadful" chant starts up when out of nowhere the Mohawk slides in the ring and lays out Dreadful with a chair shot to the back. He ducks the "XTK Kick" and nails a hard spinebuster on Kimmel. Michael and Kareem get back up and join in with the Mohawk. They begin to beat down the fallen Kimmel and Dreadful as the crowd boos. Michael grabs Dreadful and lifts him up. He places him in between his legs and lifts him up before slamming him down, delivering the "Lethal Injection" to perfection. Kareem grabs Kimmel and lifts him up before nailing the "Nightmare Driver". The Mohawk, Michael, and Kareem all stand and face eachother before TJ Pain comes out from the back with a huge grin on his face and the old EAW Championship. He gets into the ring and faces the three men. TJ folds up the title, nice and neat, and hands it over to Michael. Michael smiles as he unfolds it and looks at it. TJ stands next the Michael as they all line up. TJ raises Michael and Kareem's arms as all 4 men stand tall, Michael holding the EAW Championship high above his head. The EAW Collision logo comes up on the bottom of the screen as the last thing we see is the 4 men standing above a beaten and bloody Dreadful and Kimmel.
