Post by Jason Kaine on Sept 2, 2013 1:41:46 GMT -5
Fred Davies: "HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND WELCOME TO ANOTHER EDITION OF EAW COLLISON!"
Jim Hill: "Calm the fuck down, Freddy! Ease off the Red bull once in a while."
Marcus Senerchia:"The following match is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall..."
"Arsenal" By Lostprophets hits and the crowd begins to cheer. After the intro High Flying Hardcore comes out from the back with a smile on his face. He raises his fists before he begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping fans hands the whole way down.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is The Human Highlight, HIIGGGHH FLLLLYIIINNGGG HAAAAARRRDDDDDCCCCOOOORRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
HFH runs and slides into the ring, immedietly hoping back to his feet. He walks to the turnbuckle and hops on them. He raises his fists again as the crowd cheers him on. He hops down and waits in the corner for the match to begin.
"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 HFH is standing near the turnbuckle, looking toward the ring. Havok looks at him and smiles sadistically as the referee signals for the bell.
The bell rings and HFH and Havok lock up. It seems neither man can get a clear advantage as both men shove each other away. The crowd looks on as they lock up again, but this time Havok fights through and locks HFH in a headlock.
Fred Davies:"Last week on Collision, HFH defeated Tri Bute. After the match Tri Bute was not in a happy mood. He would lay out HFH and leave him in the middle of the ring, humiliated. That has got to be on HFH's mind this week going into the match with Havok."
Jim Hill:"Of course it is. He was laid out by Futurama. There was no need, but Futurama wasn't happy."
Havok wrenches down on the head of HFH as we hear him cry out before pushing Havok off into the ropes. Havok rebounds and hops over HFH who drops to the mat. Havok runs and rebounds of the ropes and rebounds again and again and again before stopping to see HFH in the corner watching him run the ropes. The crowd laughs with HFH as Havok shakes his head in anger. HFH shrugs his shoulders and nods his head as Havok reaches out his hand to congratulate HFH on pulling the wool over his eyes. HFH shakes his hand, but then eats a huge right hand that drops HFH to the mat. The crowd boos as Havok begins to stomp away at HFH.
Fred Davies:"Uncalled for action by Havok! Sneak attack if I ever seen one."
Jim Hill:"God you bitch and moan just as much as my ex wife."
Havok picks HFH up and nails a quick snap suplex. Havok gets up to his feet as HFH holds his back from the whiplash of the move. Havok advances and continues to put the boots to HFH before nails a standing Elbow drop. Havok quickly covers.
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HFH kicks out right after the two. Havok picks HFH back up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, but HFH instead runs up it and springboards off of it with a cross body that catches Havok off guard. Havok gets back up and eats a boot from HFH and the another. HFH pushes Havok into the turnbuckle and begins to stomp a mudhole in him. The referre pulls HFH off of Havok who then begins to march around the ring much to the cheers of the fans.
Fred Davies:"HFH showing a lot of heart in this match up. Making quick work out of Havok."
Jim Hill:"Remember, nice guys finish last."
The crowd cheers as HFH raises his fists for the crowd. Havok just watches in the corner in denial before getting up and running in for a clothesline, but HFH ducks and hits a Pele kick out of nowhere! HFH covers.
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Havok kicks out at two. HFH points to Havok as he backs away near the ropes and calls for a Superkick. Havok stands up and turns around. He sees HFH going for the Superkick and grabs the referee, pulling him in the way. HFH nearly nails the referee with the Superkick, but stops himself right before he connects. Havok rolls behind and rolls HFH up from behind.
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HFH kicks out at the last second as he rolls over. He stands up, but is caught on the throat by Havok. Havok flings his arm over his shoulder and lifts HFH for the Chockeslam. HFH spins out from behind and Havok turns right into a Superkick! HFH looks around as he points to the top rope. The crowd cheers loudly as HFH climbs the turnbuckle and goes to the top. He stands up high and lets out a yell before leaping off and nailing the Swanton Bomb on Havok. He hooks the leg for the cover.
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The bell rings and "Arsenal" plays out as the crowd explodes with cheers.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner.....HIGH FLYING HHHAAARRDDCCOOORRREEEE!!!!!!"
HFH begins celebrating as Havok rolls tot he outside. Suddenly, Tri Bute comes down the ramp from the back and slides in with a chair. He swings at HFH, but HFH ducks and Tri Bute turns around and sees HFH going for a Superkick. tri Bute drops tot he mat before HFH can connect and he rolls to the outside. "Arsenal" hits again as HFH gets to the top rope and celebrates as Tri Bute looks on, disapointed in his failure. The camera cuts to the back.
The camera walks up to a set of double exit doors. They burst open and The Mohawk storms through on a jet black motorcycle. He revs the bike a few times before turning it off. A few security guards show up trying to tell him to leave but are all met with punches and headbutts. The Mohawk storms toward the camera and shoves it to the ground, sending EAW to immediate commercial.
As EAW comes back from commercial it is taken to Marcus Senerchia
Marcus Senerchia:"The following match 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.
"Rules of Nature (Platinum Mix)" By Jamie Christopherson hits and the lights go to a cool blue. The titantron is quiet for a few moments when suddenly the intro ends and "SURGE" pops up in huge letters. A huge explosion of blue and white pyro go off and Surge runs out from the back and begins to pump up the crowd by tossing his hands in the air. The crowd is half cheering and half booing to the new EAW superstar. Surge bows down, mouthing the words "Thank you" over and over. He then begins to walk down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way down.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, from Detriot, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is "The Icon", "The Destroyer", "The Shocking", "The Imortant", "The Extraordinary", "The Extravagant", "The Amazing", "The Illustrious", "The Badass", "The Bulldog", "The Hurricane", "The Approaching Storm", "The One and Only", "The Psychopath", "The Sociopath", "The Saint", "Your Savior", "The Random", "The Picture of Perfect", "The Artist's Dream", "The Pure Bred", "The Experiment", "Subject Zero", "The Assassin", "The King", "The Rockstar", "The Greatest in the Universe", this is SUUUURRRGGGEEEEE!!!!!!!"
Surge comes down the ramp and flips between the second and bottom rope. He rolls to his feet and holds his arms out. He runs and hops on the turnbuckle before he bows again saying "Thank you" over and over again. He hops down, doing a semi spin, and leans into the turbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
The bell rings and Surge and Kurt look at each other. Surge looks rather unimpressed at Kurt's get up. They both lock up and Surge pushes Kurt away. Kurt claps for Surgeand Surge bows. Kurt charges, but Surge moves out of the way. Kurt hits the ropes bounces back and runs into the arm of Surge knocking the smaller man off his feet.
Fred Davies:"One of the newest talents coming into EAW, Surge is looking to be quite the challenge here in EAW."
Jim Hill:"He smells funny. I was talking to him backstage before the show and he kinda smelled like rotton Doritos."
Surge runs the rope and rebounds off. He jumps up and goes for a elbow, but Kurt moves. Surge hits the mat, but pops up holding his elbow in pain. Kurt makes it up and runs toward Surge and nails a STO, taking Surge off his feet and down to the mat hard. Kurt picks Surge up and whips him off into the turnbuckle. He the charges in, but Surge ducks as Kurt misses a clothesline and eats the turnbuckle. Kurt turns around and Surge nails an arm drag, tossing Kurt to the other side of the ring.
Fred Davies:"The quickness of Surge is going to be a running factor in this match. Kurt is small and fast, but if Surge can keep up, Kurt has nothing."
Jim Hill:"Can I take a bathroom break?"
Kurt gets up slowly and rebounds off the ropes. He goes for a hurricanrana, but Surge tosses him off, Kurt doing a backflip and landing on his feet. Surge capitolizes and kicks Kurt in the gut, lifting him up high and bringing him back down with a strong suplex. He floats over for the cover.
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Surge reaches down and picks up Kurt. He kicks him in the gut and lifts him up on his shoulders before tossing him into the corner with a powerbomb he calls the "Storm's Fury". Surge rolls over on a knee and flexs at the camera as Kurt tries to recover. Surge walks over to Kurt who now is up to his knee, Surge punches away at the head and face of Kurt, but Kurt lands in some shots to the gut of Surge. Each man going back and forth until they both run the ropes and hit each other with a double lariat. Both men are down as the ref counts away.
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Both men begin to stir.
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Surge is up!
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Kurt is up.
Fred Davies:"Kurt was very close to be counted out. That would have ended this match fast. Would've made you happy huh Jim. Jim? Well folks, Jim has went on a bathroom break."
Surge walks over, but eats a dropsault which knocks him back. Kurt grabs Surge and whips him in the turnbuckle and charges in this time hitting the clothesline which rocks Surge. Surge walks out of the turnbuckle and into a Tilt a Whirl DDT. Kurt quickly covers.
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Surge gets a shoulder up. Kurt stands and taunts Surge calling for the end. Surge gets to his feet, but ducks under whatever Kurt had planned to do. Surge kicks him in the gut and goes for his "D.T.H", but Kurt wiggles his way out and to his feet. Kurt goes for an Alabama slam, but Surge holds onto the ropes. Kurt uses all his strength to pull him out, but his momentum reverses as Surge lands on his feet and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Kurt drops back down and lifts Surge up onto his shoulder again.
Fred Davies:"Kurt trying to go for another Alabama Slam. Surprised he can do this with the size advantage. OH NO, look at this!"
Surge grabs the referee's shirt and tries to hold onto the official, but the referee gets shoved away by Kurt. Kurt drops Surge slightly, which lets Surge roll behind and pop up for the "Nerdkiller". Kurt looks kind of confused as he feels the pain coming. Suddenly, he grabs his chest in pain as Surge lifts him up and delivers the "D.Y.H"! He turns him over and covers.
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The bell rings and "Rules of Nature (Platinum Mix)" plays again as the referee raises Surge's arm.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner........SUUUURRRGGGEEEEEEE!!!!"
Surge bows down in the ring as the fans cheer and boo. He laughs as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp, bowing one more time on the stage before exiting to the back as the scene fades.
The cameras move to the backstage area. Chelsea Armstrong is found inside of the arena’s gym laying into one of the punching bags with a sharp kick. She spins around and slams her shin into the bag causing the chain to rattle from the impact of the blow. She moves away from the punching bag and takes a seat on a bench placed against the wall. She reaches down and takes a sip from her bottled water and places it down on the floor. Chelsea directs her sight towards the appearance of someone approaching from behind one of the large weight machines. A cloud of smoke appears followed by the presence of Michael James. He inhales a drag from his cigarette and casually sits down next to Chelsea on the bench. She turns to Michael James and grows a look of disgust on her face. James turns to her and smiles as he slides his hand across her thigh. She looks down at his hand and rolls her eyes. James begins speaking to Chelsea in Japanese as she replies with a sarcastic smile. She lifts up her leg and violently stomps her heel down on Michael’s foot.
Michael James: Ai-YA!
Michael James screams in pain and quickly moves away from the bench. He begins limping around the room while insulting Chelsea in Japanese. After regaining the feeling in his foot, he takes another drag from the cigarette and turns his attention to Armstrong. He clears his throat and begins calmly speaking to her in Japanese. She begins to rub her temple in an attempt to express her frustration.
Chelsea: Listen, prick. I know for a fact that you speak perfect English so do us both a favor and cut the crap.
Michael James refuses to respond to Chelsea. He glares at her underneath his sunglasses while inhaling a drag from his cigarette
Chelsea: Okay, screw it. If you want to stand there with your thumb up your ass, be my guest. I have a match to prepare for.
Chelsea reaches down and lifts up her bottled water. She takes another gulp and seals the cap. She stands up and begins moving toward the machines and Michael James grabs a hold of her bicep. He says something in Japanese as she slowly looks up at him with an irritated expression on her face
Chelsea: Trust me. You don’t want to do that.
He releases her arm and hands her something from inside of his jacket. She begins looking at a brochure of some kind
Chelsea: What the hell is this?
Michael James speaks to her in Japanese as she begins to read the text on the front of the brochure
Chelsea: No time is better than the present to prepare for your new life…what the fuck? PLANNED PARENTHOOD?!
With an expression of pure anger in her eyes Chelsea turns to Michael James to see him motioning a baby growing in her stomach
Chelsea: I’m not pregnant you oblivious asshole!
Michael James: That’s not what I heard.
Chelsea curls her fingers into a fist and tightens her bicep. Michael James begins to laugh and he exhales a cloud of smoke into Armstrong’s face. She inches back and bashes her fist into the side of Michael’s face causing the lenses of his sunglasses to shatter. James moves back a few feet and takes notice of his broken sunglasses. He begins to laugh once again while glaring across at Chelsea. Michael James playfully winks at Chelsea and slams her across the face with a brutal open handed slap. She crashes to the floor and grips her face while James is heard screaming at Chelsea in Japanese. He kicks the water bottle across the floor and begins laughing at her while Armstrong nurses her lower jaw. Michael James tosses his cigarette on the floor and stomps it out before turning his back to Chelsea. He makes an exit from the gym as the cameras stay locked on Chelsea as she glares at Michael James with an expression of absolute hatred.
Marcus Senerchia:"The following contest is a Submission match...."
“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:"Introducing first, 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.
"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:"And his opponent, 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 the bell.
The bell rings and the match begins. Tri Bute and Evans come to the middle of the ring and stand face to face. They begin arguing and pointing towards eachother. Tensions are high when suddenly Tri Bute spits in Justin's face. Justin wipes the saliva off his face and retaliates with a huge slap to the face of Tri Bute. Tri Bute retreats to the corner and holds his cheek.
Fred Davies:"Bad guy versus bad guy. Tri Bute versus Justin Evans. The evilness of both of these men have already shown."
Jim Hill:"Ahhhh. I'm back folks. Fresh of the can! I got my soda pop and my cheeze its and I am ready for a classic match up."
Tri Bute stands up as Justin taunts him. Tri Bute runs at Evans, but is caught with a huge boot to the jaw, leveling Tri Bute. He lifts Tri Bute up and hooks in a belly to belly suplex. He lifts him up and slams him down with a big belly to belly suplex. Tri Bute lets out a loud sigh of air as the wind is knocked out of him. Justin lifts Tri Bute up by the head and irish whips him hard into the corner. Tri Bute hits it hard and Evans runs into him with a huge corner clothesline. He backs up and hits another one. And then another. Evans begins throwing punches at Tri Bute in the corner. The ref starts counting.
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Evans backs up and lets out a yell. He runs and hits a hard clothesline on Tri Bute in the corner, knocking him out of the corner and onto the floor on the outside. Evans immedietly comes out of the ring and lifts Tri Bute up. He grabs him around the waist and rams him into the guardrail. Tri Bute begins to fall, but Evans lifts him up and hoists him on his shoulders. He turns and runs forward before leaping back and delivering a hard Samoan drop on the outside. He stands up and taunts the crowd, who boo him in return.
Fred Davies:"Justin Evans on fire here tonight!"
Jim Hill:"Last week he got the roll up victory on Maestro Punk. This week, I think he aims to get a clean victory."
Evans tosses Tri Bute in the ring and comes in after him. Tri Bute gets up and Evans runs at him with a DDT. Tri Bute ducks and Evans rebounds. Tri Bute goes for a ROLLING big boot, but Evans ducks underneath and stops as Tri Bute turns, waiting for the rebound. Evans slaps him in the face quickly and ducks under a clothesline attempt, catching the arm and lifting Tri Bute up for a Full Nelson Slam.
Evans grabs hold of Tri Bute and lifts him up again. He brings him up on his shoulders and calls for the "Bronx Bomber". He delivers one powerbomb. He lifts Tri Bute up and delivers another one. He lifts him up again, but this time Tri Bute punches his way out. Evans drops him and Tri Bute lands on his feet. He spins around and immedietly hits the ROLLING big boot, taking Evans off his feet. He lifts up Evans and kicks him in the gut. He pulls him in between his legs and lets out a yell as he lifts him up for a piledriver. Evans pushes off and accidently flips over. Tri Bute catches his legs and falls into a unique submission move. Justin begins screaming as he does not know what hurts, but can feel the pain. The referee keep s asking, but Evans pushes him away. Finally, Evans squirms his way out and crawls to the other side of the ring, holding his knee.
Fred Davies:"That was a confusing move. I don't even think Tri Bute knows what he did."
Jim Hill:"It looked painful though!"
Tri Bute looks shocked as he didn't even mean to do that. Tri Bute stands up and signals for the "Torrential Tri Bute". Evans stands up and Tri Bute goes for it. Evans grabs his arm and pulls him down for the "Gridlock". Tri Bute begins to scream as Evans tugs on it harder and harder. Tri Bute tries to break free, but Evans just tightens the grip. Tri Bute has no other choice but to tap out, and he finally does. The bell rings and "Niggas In Paris" hits again as the referee raises Evans hand.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner.......JUSTIN EVVVAANNSS!!!"
Justin tugs away from the ref as he points to himself. He hops on the turnbuckle and begins taunting the fans as they boo him. He hops down and goes to the outside, taunting the fans all the way up the ramp. He walks up to the stage and exits behind the curtain as the camera cuts.
Cut to the back to see Kareem Al-Bashir warming up for his match. From the side of the frame, TJ Pain walks into frame. the cameraman is trying to stay out of sight so no words can be heard. Pain says a few things to Bashir before giving him a pat on the back and leaving as EAW cuts to commercial.
“Landmines” by Stray From the Path comes in with some guitar effects almost sounding like old respirators, then out of nowhere a rage against the machine style guitar track kicks in and Jordan Caliban bounces out onto the stage and sits right down crossing his legs singing along with his own theme tune. He surveys the scene for a second before rolling backwards and up onto his feet sprinting at the ring leaping up onto the apron then the middle rope and flipping himself into the ring, after the usual posing he perches himself on the turnbuckle and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
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. Michael James begins to make his way towards the ring as the fans toss garbage in his direction, cursing and jeering him as Michael 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 calls for the bell in an effort to begin the match. James quickly moves across the ring and gets in the face his opponent. Caliban looks across at James and takes notices of his aggressive demeanor. Jordan puts out his hand as a gesture to shake hands with Michael James. Not impressed by the actions of his opponent, James yells at Jordan in Japanese and slams him across the side of his face with an open handed slap. After staggering back a few inches, Jordan cradles his jaw and responds to James with a quick left hook to the side of his head. The two men begin exchanging punches and James takes advantage by slamming his knee into the gut of Caliban. He moves behind Jordan and lifts him up with a back suplex. James inches back and carelessly drops him on the back of his head. Michael rolls back up and begins to stomp on Jordan in an effort to keep him on the canvas. James grabs a hold of Caliban’s arm and twists it into a modified arm bar. The referee begins asking Caliban if he wants to submit and Jordan refuses to give in to the pain. He struggles against James and is able to move out of the hold. He makes it back to his feet and meets James with a quick to the gut. He follows it up with a hip toss and he drops James flat on his back. Jordan leaps into the air with a standing moonsault and lands directly on top of Michael James. The referee goes for a count when Jordan hooks Michael’s leg.
1…. Kick out by Michael James!
Jim Hill: "God that was too close!"
Fred Davies: "Do you ever not be biased?!"
James easily kicks out of the pin attempt. Jordan drags him back to his feet and forces Michael into one of the corners. He lights James up with a chop across the chest causing the fans to react with a “Wooo!” chant. He goes for another chop but James counters the move by grabbing a handful of Jordan’s hair. He dazes Caliban with a brutal head butt causing him to stagger towards the other side of the ring. James moves out of the corner and grabs hold of Jordan by the back of his neck. He forces Jordan into position for a power bomb and screams out something towards the crowd in Japanese. He lifts Jordan up but Caliban slips out of it and locks James into a front face lock. Caliban makes an effort to bring James down with a ddt but James is able to counter the move by locking him in with a bear hug. Out of nowhere, Michael tosses Caliban across the ring with a suplex and laughs when his adversary collides with the canvas. James approaches Jordan and drags him across the mat by his ankle. Michael James lifts up his leg and violently stomps his foot down on top of Jordan’s spinal cord. He drags Caliban back to his feet and whips him towards the ropes. Jordan rushes back and ducks a clothesline by Michael James. He spins the big man around and drops him with a dropkick to the face. Jordan attempts another standing moonsault but James is quick to roll out of the way.
Jim Hill: "HAHA! What a loser!"
Fred Davies: "Oh give it up, Jim!"
They both spring to their feet and Jordan ducks another clothesline effort by James. He shoves James towards the ropes and when he bounces off Caliban nails him with a dropkick to the chest that sends Michael through the ropes. James crashes to the floor on the outside as Jordan receives a cheap pop from the fans. Once James begins to make it back his feet Jordan leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew suicide dive. He lands directly on top of Michael James and both men crash to the concrete floor while the audience begins to applaud the move. Jordan uses the barricade to make it back to his feet and James is not far behind. When Caliban goes for a left hook James counters the move with an open handed palm strike to the chest of Jordan. When Caliban grips his chest James takes advantage by grabbing him by the back of his head. He forces Jordan away from the canvas and drives his skull into the steel ring post. Jordan drops to one knee and begins nursing his skull while James begins to argue with a few fans at ringside. He grabs a beer bottle from one of them and smashes it over Caliban’s forehead. The broken glass opens a few cuts in his flesh as Jordan begins to writhe in pain. James leans down and grinds the jagged end of the shattered bottle into Caliban’s wounds causing blood to flow down his face.
Jim Hill: "This shit is great!"
Fred Davies: "This shit is horrifying!"
James tosses the bottle aside and approaches the ring. He leans down and reaches underneath the ring while Caliban is seen staggering back to his feet. James moves away from the ring and stands directly behind Jordan while gripping a baseball bat with light tubes taped around the base. When Jordan turns to face Michael James he gets blasted in the face with the light tubes causing a thunderous “BOOM” sound to echo throughout the arena. A thick cloud of residue from the shattered glass begins to fill the air as Jordan lies motionless on the floor. Michael James drops the bat and moves towards the ring. He begins digging underneath and he pulls out a wooden table wrapped in various coils of barbed wire. He sets up the table on its legs and points to Jordan Caliban. He drags Jordan to his feet and begins to laugh upon sight of the shattered glass covering portions of his body. He positions Caliban for a power bomb in front of the table. He lifts Jordan up and much like before Jordan counters the hold with a front face lock. Caliban uses all of the strength in his body to send James crashing down with a brutal ddt. A thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as both men rip through the table. The fans jump to their feet and applaud the men while James and Caliban lie motionless in a mess of broken wood, metal and barbed wire.
Jim Hill: "COME ON MICHAEL!"
Fred Davies: "I think they're dead. They have to be dead!"
Michael James is the first man to make any kind of movement. He crawls away from the mess and uses the barricade to make it back to his feet. He reaches inside of his boot and pulls out some industrial wire cutters. He begins cutting the barbed wire away from his body as Jordan is seen making it back to his feet. Michael James keeps a decent amount of the barbed wire wrapped around his boots while Jordan is seen screaming in pain while pulling the barbs from his flesh. James approaches Jordan and slams his fist into the side of his face. He grabs a handful of his hair and drags him to the ring. James tosses Jordan under the bottom rope and moves around to the steel steps. He climbs the steps and moves into the ring as Caliban begins to find his balance. He charges at James with a clothesline but James ducks the move and desperately dead legs Caliban causing him to drop to his knees. James runs to the ropes and bounces off. He rushes Jordan and drops him with a baseball slide dropkick to the chest. James stands up and begins to grind the heel of his boot into Caliban’s forehead in an effort to mutilate his wounds. The referee pulls Michael James away from Jordan and begins to threaten a disqualification. As James argues with the ref Caliban makes it back to his feet. He spins James around and slams his face into the canvas with an Angle Cutter from out of nowhere. He goes for a cover on Michael James.
1…… 2……. 2 ½ …… Kick out by Michael James!
Jim Hill: "THANK YOU GOD!"
Fred Davies: "Oh sweet Jesus...."
The crowd begins to cheer for Caliban as he grows an expression of frustration on his face. He drags James back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Jordan charges at James and slams his spine into the turnbuckles with a running clothesline. He inches back a few feet and cleans Michael’s clock with a spinning roundhouse kick. James drops to the bottom turnbuckle and Jordan moves back a few feet. He charges once again at full speed and delivers a brutal sliding dropkick to the head of James. His eyes roll into the back of his head and James slumps down to the canvas. Jordan drags him away from the corner and places his body in close range of the top turnbuckle. Caliban leaps to the top rope and signals towards the audience for the end of the match. He stands on the ropes to find his balance and signals a belt around his waist. He launches from the ropes and performs a picture perfect Starlight Twist. At the last second, James moves out of the way and causes Caliban to crash into the canvas. He lands in an awkward position and receives an “OOOOHHHH!” reaction from the ringside audience. Michael James gradually uses the ropes to find his balance. He grows a smile on his face as reaches into his boot. He removes a small vial and opens the top. He pulls a fresh cigar from the vial and places it between his lips. Michael James uses a match to light the cigar.
Jim Hill: "Always keeping it classy!"
Fred Davies: "Is smoking in here legal?!"
He takes a drag from the cigar and leans against the ropes. Caliban is slow to make it back to his feet. Jordan spots his opponent from the other side of the ring and prepares to charge Michael James. As Caliban rushes the big man, Michael James quickly moves out of the corner and slams his foot into the side of Caliban’s skull with an Osaka Spike Kick. The crowd begins to erupt with insults towards James as Caliban crashes to the canvas. James grips the cigar between his teeth and approaches Jordan. He drags Caliban to his feet and positions him for a vertical suplex. He lifts Jordan up and holds him in the air for a few seconds. As expected, Michael James screams out to the crowd in Japanese and sends Jordan crashing down with the Lethal Injection. Michael James rolls on top of Caliban and orders the referee to make the count.
1…… 2……. 2 ½ …… 3!
“Soldier Head” begins to play on the arena’s sound system as James is announced the winner of the match. He rolls away from the motionless Jordan Caliban and moves back to his feet. The referee grabs a hold of Michael’s wrist and raises his arm in victory. James quickly pulls away from the referee and shoves him to the mat. Michael James removes the cigar from his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke into the air. He walks to one of the corners and climbs to the second rope. James faces the crowd and begins to insult them in Japanese. When one of the fans tosses garbage into the ring, James responds by disrespectfully spitting on them. He motions a belt around his waist and continues to appreciate the crowd’s negativity.
Fred Davies: "Well it looks like the GM is getting his wish so far. Michael James is the first number one contender to the new EAW World title."
Jim Hill: "Ain't it great?!"
Fred Davies: "It's crooked! Plain and simple. Pain has took favorites and wants to put those people at the top."
Jim Hill: "Smart business."
Fred Davies: "Oh just shut up."
The cameras cut to ringside where we find the ring crew placing bundles of fluorescent light tubes around the ring. There are four separate pallets placed on the floor that appear to be lined with a selection of light tubes. Inside of the ring we find hundreds of the light tubes taped to the regular ropes in order to grant both men access to the weapons. The cameras pan to each corner of the ring, revealing what appear to be makeshift posts made from light tubes, stuck to the turn buckles with industrial tape.
Dig by Mudvayne plays over the PA system. As the part where the lead singer screams,”NOOOOOOO!” HITS, lights flash and Ricky walks to the ramp. He holds his arms in the air and crosses them in an X.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, ‘The X-Treme Kid’ Ricky Kimmel!
Ricky makes his way to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring. He crosses his arms in an X position once again. He turns his attention towards the entrance ramp in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival.
The Beaten Path by Dale Oliver is heard on the sound system. Kareem Al-Bashir walks out from the back during the bomb drop in the song, and when the music stars he slowly makes his way to the ring, he stops before slowly entering the ring. He approaches one side of the ring and spits down at the ringside area to symbolize the dirty soil of America. His music gradually fades and he removes one of the light tubes from the ropes. Kimmel does the same and both men slowly approach one another in the center of the ring.
The bell rings and the referee signals for both men to begin the match. They slowly circle one another while talking trash. When Kareem spits a wad of phlegm at the feet of Ricky he winds up the light tube like a baseball bat. Both men swing with the tubes at the same time and smash one another in the face. The tubes shatter on impact as both men stagger around from the result of being hit in the face with the glass. Kareem shakes off the pain and spins Kimmel around. He slams him in the side of the head with a right hook and Ricky responds with a chop across the chest of Kareem. They begin exchanging punches until Kareem gets the better end of it by kicking Kimmel in the gut. He grabs a hold of Ricky’s arm and whips him towards the ropes. He releases Ricky’s arm and allows him to fall back into a few of the light tubes attached to the ropes. A “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as the residue from the glass begins to rise like fog from a lagoon. Kareem charges at Kimmel with a clothesline but Kimmel moves out the way at the last second.
Fred Davies:"This match is going to get intense Jim. Kimmel returning after being thrown out of the arena by TJ Pain. Guess he recieved a contract then."
Jim Hill:"Wish he would've kept his ass out of here. No good dirty ass kid."
Another loud “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as Kareem performs a belly splash directly into the light tubes. The residue thickens as Kareem dangles on the ropes like a pig stuck on some chicken wire. Kimmel pulls Kareem away from the ropes and places him in a front face lock. He lifts Kareem up and holds him in the air for a few seconds. Ricky falls back and slams Kareem down on the canvas with a vertical suplex. Kimmel jumps back to his feet and removes one of the glass tubes from the ropes. He places the tube on Kareem’s chest and leaps into the air. Kimmel drives his elbow into the tube causing the glass to shatter directly on top of Kareem. Ricky makes it back to his feet and begins stomping on his opponent in an effort to keep him on the canvas. He begins punching Kareem in the head but Kareem is able to counter his attack with a quick chop to the throat. He jumps back to his feet and drops Kimmel with a back elbow to the face. When Ricky makes it back to his feet Kareem grabs him by the wrist in an effort to whip him to one of the corners. Kimmel reverses the move but Kareem is able to stop a few inches before crashing into the glass post. Ricky charges at Al-Bashir with a clothesline but Kareem ducks the move at the last second.
Fred Davies:"Well this won't be good for Ricky."
Jim Hill:"I hope he breaks his tiny little legs."
While charging at full speed, Ricky runs face first into the glass post sending a thunderous “BOOM” sound throughout the arena as the glass explodes on his landing. The crowd begins a “HOLY-SHIT!” chant while the residue fills the air like some kind of pollution. Kareem approaches Ricky and peels him out of the corner. He shoves him to the mat and the cameras cut to a close up on Ricky in an effort to get a shot of his fresh wounds. Sections of his face and upper chest appear to be heavily bleeding while the shattered glass appears to cover his mid section. Kareem grabs Ricky by the hair and drags him to his feet. He places him in a headlock and forces him to the ropes. Kareem snaps off the top of one of the tubes and uses the jagged edge to open a new cut in Kimmel’s forehead. He grinds the glass into his head in a circular motion while Kimmel begins to scream in agony. In an effort to break the hold Kimmel wraps his arm around the back of Kareem and lifts him up with a back suplex. He falls back and slams his opponent onto the canvas to receive an ovation of cheers from the ringside audience. Kimmel slowly makes it to his feet and approaches the ropes. He pulls two of the tubes away and holds them up in an “X” position. When Kareem staggers back to his feet, he turns around and gets blasted in the face with both of the tubes by Ricky Kimmel.
Jim Hill:"Damn it Kimmel! Why can't you just die?!"
Fred Davies:"Ricky has a lot more heart then a lot of the locker room Jim. He can fight through the worst of pains."
Kareem grips his eyes and drops to the canvas while the fans give Kimmel a cheap pop. Ricky points to one of the pallets on the outside of the ring and the fans erupt with a “FUCK HIM UP RICK-Y, FUCK HIM UP!” chant. Ricky slides under the bottom rope and lifts up one of the pallets. He slides it into of the ring and moves back inside just as Kareem is seen making it back to his feet. Kimmel meets Kareem with an elbow to the head that sends him staggering towards the empty corner. Ricky kicks Kareem in the gut and slams his back against the turnbuckles. Kimmel pulls one of the longer tubes from the ropes and points in the direction of Kareem. He charges his opponent with the tube but Kareem is able to counter the move by slamming his feet into the jaw of Ricky Kimmel. Kareem moves out of the corner and spins Kimmel around. He kicks him in the gut and places him in position for a power bomb. He screams out to the crowd and lifts Kimmel up but Ricky is able to slide out of the hold. He spins Kareem around and pulls him into position for a Kimmel Kutter. The audience explodes in reaction to the counter.
Fred Davies:"Will we see a Kimmel Kutter?!"
Jim Hill:"NOOOO!!!"
A few seconds before Kimmel can perform the move Kareem is able to release the hold with a cheap punch to the gut of Ricky. As Ricky drops to one knee Kareem is quick to place him into the same position from before. He lifts Kimmel up and wastes no time by power bombing him on top of the glass tube filled pallet. Another “CRACK” echoes throughout the arena upon his landing while the fans release an “OOOOOhhhh!” from reaction of the devastating move. A thick cloud of the residue fills the ringside area as both men lie motionless in the center of the ring. A few seconds later Kareem crawls across the mat and goes for a cover on top of Ricky Kimmel.
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Kick-out by Ricky Kimmel! The fans begin to applaud the two men as they gradually make it back to their feet. Kareem grabs Kimmel by the hair and pulls him in for another power bomb. He lifts Ricky but fails to notice the two glass tubes that Ricky pulls from the ropes on his way up. The second he has Ricky positioned above his shoulders, Kareem gets blasted in the face once again with the two glass tubes sending a loud “SMACK” sound throughout the ringside area. Kareem drops Kimmel and begins to stagger around the ring while gripping the fresh wound in his forehead. The cameras zoom in on Kareem to reveal a large amount of blood running down his face. He wipes the blood from his eyes and charges Kimmel with a clothesline. Ricky dodges the move and causes Kareem to charge face first into the glass tubes guarding the ropes. Another “BOOM” echoes throughout the arena while the smoky residue forms into a thick fog around Kareem Al-Bashir. He dangles on the second rope as Ricky slides under the bottom rope. In an effort to confine his opponent Ricky pulls on the top rope and causes it to intertwine with the second. The ropes wedge Kareem in the middle by securing a tight lock around his neck. As Kareem struggles to free himself from the trap, Ricky lifts up another one of the glass tube filled pallets from the floor to an ovation of cheers.
Fred Davies:"Ricky is really in charge now! He has Kareem tied up in the ropes with no way to escape."
Jim Hill:"COME ON KAREEM!"
He moves the pallet around so the tubes are facing away from him and inches back a few steps. Ricky points to Kareem and the crowd responds with a “FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!” chant. Kimmel charges towards Kareem with the pallet and sends it crashing directly on top of his skull. A disturbing and thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena while large chunks of the broken pallet appear to be embedded to Kareem Al-Bashir. Ricky celebrates with the fans while the referee does his best to free Kareem from the ropes. Kimmel rolls under the bottom rope and makes it back to his feet. He notices Kareem lying motionless in the center of the canvas and motions for the end of the match. He leaps to the turnbuckle and positions his legs on the ropes. Kimmel screams out to the crowd and launches from the top rope with the Extreme Dive. At the last second, Kareem rolls out of the way and causes Ricky to land directly on top of the broken glass. As the audience jump to their feet once again, Kareem is able to use the ropes to pull himself back up. He approaches Ricky and drags him up by his hair.
Jim Hill:"YES! Kareem is going to end this NOW!"
Fred Davies:"Kareem might just have the end here Jim."
Ricky shoves Kareem away and pulls another light tube from the ropes. He swings with the tube like a drunk and misses his target. Kareem spins Ricky around and snatches the glass tube from his hand. He slams the tube across Ricky’s head and begins to laugh when Kimmel drops to the canvas. Kareem rolls under the bottom rope and pulls something from underneath the ring. He holds up what appears to be a large bundle of LED powered fluorescent light tubes wrapped in barbed wire. He slides the bundle under the bottom rope and moves back into the ring. He jumps to his feet and picks up the bundle of light tubes. As Ricky spots Kareem from the corner of his eye he spins around and charges him with a clothesline. In a display of desperation, Kareem tosses the bundle at Ricky causing the industrial sized tubes to explode in his face on impact. A disturbing “BOOM” sound echoes throughout the arena as Ricky Kimmel slowly crashes to the canvas. Kareem casually approaches Kimmel and grabs a hold of his ankles. He begins to drag Ricky across the canvas allowing the shattered glass and barbed wire to create fresh cuts in his back.
Jim Hill:"DID YOU SEE THAT FRED?! THAT WEAPON WAS AMAZING! KAREEM HAS TO WIN NOW!"
Fred Davies:"THAT WAS DISGUSTING!"
The audience begins a “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chant. Kareem releases Kimmel and begins to respond to the crowd’s negativity in his own language. As Kareem is distracted by the crowd Ricky is able to make it back to his feet. He wipes the broken glass and barbed wire from his body and takes his position a few feet behind Kareem. When Al-Bashir turns to face Ricky he charges Kareem with the XTK Kick.
Jim Hill:"NO!!!"
Fred Davies:"Kimmels got it!"
At the last second Kareem dodges the kick and rolls away from Ricky Kimmel. He grabs a tube from the ropes, spins Ricky around and slams him over the skull with the tube. Before Ricky can drop to the canvas Kareem pulls him into position for the Nightmare Driver. Al-Bashir lifts Kimmel up and sends his body crashing down on top of the broken glass. The crowd begins to toss pieces of garbage towards the ring as Kareem goes for a cover on Ricky Kimmel.
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3!
Marcus Senerchia: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the Light Tube Free For All, Kareem Al-Bashir!
The Beaten Path by Dale Oliver is heard playing on the sound system as Kareem and Ricky Kimmel lie motionless in the center of the ring. A thick cloud of the glass residue continues to fill the air while the crowd gives the two men a standing ovation. A few members of the arena’s medical staff are seen rushing to ringside. They roll into the ring and begin to check on the medical condition of both men.
Fred Davies: "Ladies and gentlemen....this has been a night of violence and destruction of the human body and I'm afraid o tell you it's only going to get worse."
Jim Hill: "It's main event time fuckers!"
Fred Davies: "Stay classy Jim....."
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is your main event of the evening and it is the first ever No Mat Tackapoolza Match!! The winner of this match will go on the face off for the EAW Championship at Un-Killable!!!! Introducing first...."
The Test by Fozzy blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy as 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, Mossuri, weighing in at 158 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA AAARRRRRMMMSTROOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!"
Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her opponent.
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.
"And her 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.
They both stand face to face as the bell rings. They lock up and Dreadful takes control with a head lock. He flips her over and holds her down with the headlock in place. She tries to fight, but Dreadful holds it on tight. She finally gouges his eyes and he is forced to let go. She scurries out of the ring and reaches under the ring. She pulls out a thickly covered Thumbtack baseball bat. She slides into the ring with it and Dreadful turns from rubbing his eyes and is smashed in the gut with the bat. He bends over in pain and she mashes it against his back. He goes down to his knees and she rebounds off the ropes and comes back at him with a hard shot to the face with the bat. Dreadful is down and she goes for the cover.
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Kickout at two by Dreadful. She goes to the outside and searches for another weapon. Eventually she comes out with a Kendo Stick. She Holds it up and turns right into a suicide dive from Dreadful. She hits the guard rail hard as Dreadful nails the dive through the ropes. He stands up as the crowd cheers a bit. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring and smiles as he grabs her by the hair. She is pulled to her feet and he slams her head over the ring apron. He then rolls her into the ring and grabs the kendo stick. He slides into the ring and bashes the Kendo stick over her back a few times before tossing it aside. Dreadful set's the table up in the corner and lifts Chelsea up.
Fred Davies:"No mats? Has to hurt bad when you land!"
Jim Hill:"Now it's just metal and some thick ass plywood. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it hurts!"
Dreadful pulls Chelsea into a suplex and lifts her into the air. He stalls for about 30 seconds and then drops her hard. She screams in pain as the wood is heard throughout the arena. He get's on top of her and starts to throw punches to her face. Dreadful eventually stands up and yells as he goes to the outside and orders the ringside technicians to move from the chairs. Dreadful grabs two of them and slides them into the ring. He then slides in after the chairs and sets one up. He grabs her and lifts her up for a Tiger Bomb. She reverses it into a hurricanrana and Dreadful is up. He runs at her, but she catches him with a drop toe hold and David's head slams into the open chair.
Fred Davies:"Dreadful needs to remember that she is a GIRL!"
Jim Hill:"David Dreadful knows what competition is. He is a multi time World Champion damn it! He knows that he can't think about if she is a girl or not! Win or don't even play the damn game!"
We can now see Dreadful is busted wide open. Chelsea stands up slowly and goes for the other chair. She lifts it and slams it across Dreadful's back. She then tosses it aside and lifts him up slowly. Struggling, she manages to finally get him to his feet. He swipes her hands away and nails a forearm to her face. She nails one back. Now they begin to just throw forearms back and forth. Finally Dreadful goes for a low blow. He hits it, but Chelsea laughs.
Fred Davies:"What in the hell does Dreadful think he is doing? She is a WOOOO MAN! She doesn't have testicles!"
Jim Hill:"Oh, but look at this!"
Dreadful grabs one of the chairs and slams it across the head of Chelsea. She falls back and holds her face. Dreadful lifts her up and we can see Chelsea is busted wide open as well. Dreadful, with a crimson mask, nails another forearm as he takes her up on his shoulders. She slips out behind and he turns into a clothesline. But he ducks under and hits a Backdrop Driver. He holds her legs for the pin....
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Kickout at the last second by Chelsea! Dreadful is pissed now as he begins to climb up one of the poles and go for a bag of Tacks. He pulls it down and comes back down. He unties the bag and dumps the Tacks onto the corner of the ring. The crowd cheers, not for Dreadful, but for the thumbtacks. Dreadful turns around to grab Chelsea, but is nailed in the head with a bag full of tacks!
Fred Davies:"Dreadful didn't see that coming. Chelsea Armstrong climbed the pole when he was setting up the tacks."
Jim Hill:"Never trust a woman."
Chelsea opens up the bag and dumps the contents around the ring. She smiles through the blood as she grabs Dreadful by the hair and lifts him up. She kicks him in the gut and in all one motion nails the "Devils Wing" onto the tacks! Dreadful looks up and begins to shake as he realizes he is laying in thumbtacks. Dreadful rolls out of the tacks and Chelsea goes for the cover.
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Dreadful kicks out at 2. Chelsea lifts him up and goes for the "Strongarmed", but Dreadful spins out of it and kicks Chelsea in the gut. He pulls her in between his legs and yanks her up quickly on his shoulders before bringing her down with a hard Tiger Bomb onto the tacks! She shakes and trembles as she can't believe she is in the tacks. Dreadful grabs her legs and begins dragging her around the ring and through the tacks causing more damage. She screams in agony as Dreadful calls for his "Trick or Treat Driver".
Chelsea is trying to get up and she finally does. Dreadful turns her around and goes for the "Trick or Treat Driver", but Chelsea ducks out of it and rolls Dreadful over her head. He turns around right into the "Light's Out" from Chelsea onto the thumbtacks! Chelsea covers!
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NO!!!!
Dreadful kicks out and Chelsea looks like she just seen a Ghost. She stands up slowly and calls for the "Dream Catcher". Dreadful stands up slowly and Chelsea locks it in. Dreadful begins screaming, blood dripping from his face and all over the ring. Chelsea pulls tighter as Dreadful tries to fight his way out. Dreadful wipes his arm on his forehead on accident and Chelsea looses her grip, slipping on the blood. Dreadful grabs her head and brings her down before locking in a Koji Clutch!Chelsea screams out in pain as the blood begins pouring out of her head. The referee is asking is she quits and she says no. Dreadful keeps it locked in and Chelsea tries to crawl for the ropes. She gets tot hem, but the referee tell sher no ropebreaks. She screams out in pain before tapping out.
Fred Davies:"What a match! David Dreadful earned his victory here tonight! He will go on to Un-Killable and fight for the EAW Championship. I am excited for that!"
Jim Hill:"I have to give credit to Chelsea and Dreadful. This was one for the ages! Good ass match!"
The bell rings and Dreadful releases the hold. The referee raises his hand as he get's up, with help from the ropes. "Quoth The Raven" kicks in again as Marcus announces the winner.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner, and moving on to fight for the EAW Championship at Un-Killable.....DAVID DRRRREEEAAAADDDFFFUUUUULLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!"
Chelsea is helped sat up by the ref. Dreadful looks at Chelsea and hobbles over to her. He looks at her for a minute and then offers a hand. She looks at it for a while and then finally accepts it. He helps her up and they share a blood filled handshake. He raises her hand and then she raises his before their respectful celebration is cut off by Michael James and The Mohawk jumping Dreadful from behind.
Fred Davies: "OH COME ON!"
Jim Hill: "This is beautiful!"
Fred Davies: "It's sick! Completely unprovoked."
James and The Mohawk have Dreadful down on the mat. James is screaming insults in Japanese as he smears Dreadful's ace into the mat. This seems to be completely one sided until the crowd explodes as Chelsea Armstrong gets involved. She drops The Mohawk from behind with a reverse DDT and stands right in Michael James's face, obviously still very upset from earlier. They both exchange words until Chelsea kicks James right in the groin. The crowd explodes but before Chelsea can celebrate, Kareem Al-Bashir blind sides her after running out from the back. He drops her with a spear and starts throwing anger fueled punches. Suddenly, he looks up and see Ricky Kimmel up on the top rope. Kimmel flies and drops Kareem with a flying cross body. He then lands abasement dropkick to the face of a crouching Mohawk but is cut short by a very stiff clothesline by Michael James who begins to direct traffic. He tells the Mohawk and Kareem to toss aside dreadful and Kimmel, leaving Chelsea. James grabs a steel chair from ring side as Bashir and The Mohawk hold up Armstrong by her hair.
Fred Davies: "NO! DON'T DO THIS!"
Jim Hill: "It's what she deserves!"
Fed Davies: "WHAT?! HOW?!"
Jim Hill: "She rejected him!"
Fred Davies: "You're going to Hell when you die."
Right as James is about to deliver the explanation point, he is stopped by the EAW GM storming into the ring and almost pleading James not to do it, saying it has gone too far.. After a few agonizing moments, Pain talks James down. He hands Pain the chair and The Mohawk and Kareem let Chelsea down into a kneeling position. Pain walks over to Chelsea almost as if to help her up. He stretches out a hand and just as Armstrong goes to grab it....
Fred Davies: "OH MY SWEET LORD! NO! NO!"
Jim Hill: "YEEESS!!! GOD I LOVE EAW!!!!"
The sound of the chair cracking over Armstrong's skull nearly echos around the arena as the crowd is stunned to enar silence. Laughing, Pain throws the chair down and the four men form a line. They all raise each other's hand sin victory as the fans begin to throw garbage, drinks, food and even a few chairs into the ring. Together, The Ultraviolent Nations celebrate together in the ring as EAW fades out to the logo.
Jim Hill: "Calm the fuck down, Freddy! Ease off the Red bull once in a while."
Marcus Senerchia:"The following match is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall..."
"Arsenal" By Lostprophets hits and the crowd begins to cheer. After the intro High Flying Hardcore comes out from the back with a smile on his face. He raises his fists before he begins to make his way down the ramp, slapping fans hands the whole way down.
Marcus Senerchia:"Introducing first, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is The Human Highlight, HIIGGGHH FLLLLYIIINNGGG HAAAAARRRDDDDDCCCCOOOORRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
HFH runs and slides into the ring, immedietly hoping back to his feet. He walks to the turnbuckle and hops on them. He raises his fists again as the crowd cheers him on. He hops down and waits in the corner for the match to begin.
"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 HFH is standing near the turnbuckle, looking toward the ring. Havok looks at him and smiles sadistically as the referee signals for the bell.
The bell rings and HFH and Havok lock up. It seems neither man can get a clear advantage as both men shove each other away. The crowd looks on as they lock up again, but this time Havok fights through and locks HFH in a headlock.
Fred Davies:"Last week on Collision, HFH defeated Tri Bute. After the match Tri Bute was not in a happy mood. He would lay out HFH and leave him in the middle of the ring, humiliated. That has got to be on HFH's mind this week going into the match with Havok."
Jim Hill:"Of course it is. He was laid out by Futurama. There was no need, but Futurama wasn't happy."
Havok wrenches down on the head of HFH as we hear him cry out before pushing Havok off into the ropes. Havok rebounds and hops over HFH who drops to the mat. Havok runs and rebounds of the ropes and rebounds again and again and again before stopping to see HFH in the corner watching him run the ropes. The crowd laughs with HFH as Havok shakes his head in anger. HFH shrugs his shoulders and nods his head as Havok reaches out his hand to congratulate HFH on pulling the wool over his eyes. HFH shakes his hand, but then eats a huge right hand that drops HFH to the mat. The crowd boos as Havok begins to stomp away at HFH.
Fred Davies:"Uncalled for action by Havok! Sneak attack if I ever seen one."
Jim Hill:"God you bitch and moan just as much as my ex wife."
Havok picks HFH up and nails a quick snap suplex. Havok gets up to his feet as HFH holds his back from the whiplash of the move. Havok advances and continues to put the boots to HFH before nails a standing Elbow drop. Havok quickly covers.
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HFH kicks out right after the two. Havok picks HFH back up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, but HFH instead runs up it and springboards off of it with a cross body that catches Havok off guard. Havok gets back up and eats a boot from HFH and the another. HFH pushes Havok into the turnbuckle and begins to stomp a mudhole in him. The referre pulls HFH off of Havok who then begins to march around the ring much to the cheers of the fans.
Fred Davies:"HFH showing a lot of heart in this match up. Making quick work out of Havok."
Jim Hill:"Remember, nice guys finish last."
The crowd cheers as HFH raises his fists for the crowd. Havok just watches in the corner in denial before getting up and running in for a clothesline, but HFH ducks and hits a Pele kick out of nowhere! HFH covers.
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Havok kicks out at two. HFH points to Havok as he backs away near the ropes and calls for a Superkick. Havok stands up and turns around. He sees HFH going for the Superkick and grabs the referee, pulling him in the way. HFH nearly nails the referee with the Superkick, but stops himself right before he connects. Havok rolls behind and rolls HFH up from behind.
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HFH kicks out at the last second as he rolls over. He stands up, but is caught on the throat by Havok. Havok flings his arm over his shoulder and lifts HFH for the Chockeslam. HFH spins out from behind and Havok turns right into a Superkick! HFH looks around as he points to the top rope. The crowd cheers loudly as HFH climbs the turnbuckle and goes to the top. He stands up high and lets out a yell before leaping off and nailing the Swanton Bomb on Havok. He hooks the leg for the cover.
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The bell rings and "Arsenal" plays out as the crowd explodes with cheers.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner.....HIGH FLYING HHHAAARRDDCCOOORRREEEE!!!!!!"
HFH begins celebrating as Havok rolls tot he outside. Suddenly, Tri Bute comes down the ramp from the back and slides in with a chair. He swings at HFH, but HFH ducks and Tri Bute turns around and sees HFH going for a Superkick. tri Bute drops tot he mat before HFH can connect and he rolls to the outside. "Arsenal" hits again as HFH gets to the top rope and celebrates as Tri Bute looks on, disapointed in his failure. The camera cuts to the back.
The camera walks up to a set of double exit doors. They burst open and The Mohawk storms through on a jet black motorcycle. He revs the bike a few times before turning it off. A few security guards show up trying to tell him to leave but are all met with punches and headbutts. The Mohawk storms toward the camera and shoves it to the ground, sending EAW to immediate commercial.
As EAW comes back from commercial it is taken to Marcus Senerchia
Marcus Senerchia:"The following match 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.
"Rules of Nature (Platinum Mix)" By Jamie Christopherson hits and the lights go to a cool blue. The titantron is quiet for a few moments when suddenly the intro ends and "SURGE" pops up in huge letters. A huge explosion of blue and white pyro go off and Surge runs out from the back and begins to pump up the crowd by tossing his hands in the air. The crowd is half cheering and half booing to the new EAW superstar. Surge bows down, mouthing the words "Thank you" over and over. He then begins to walk down the ramp, slapping a few hands on the way down.
Marcus Senerchia:"And his opponent, from Detriot, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is "The Icon", "The Destroyer", "The Shocking", "The Imortant", "The Extraordinary", "The Extravagant", "The Amazing", "The Illustrious", "The Badass", "The Bulldog", "The Hurricane", "The Approaching Storm", "The One and Only", "The Psychopath", "The Sociopath", "The Saint", "Your Savior", "The Random", "The Picture of Perfect", "The Artist's Dream", "The Pure Bred", "The Experiment", "Subject Zero", "The Assassin", "The King", "The Rockstar", "The Greatest in the Universe", this is SUUUURRRGGGEEEEE!!!!!!!"
Surge comes down the ramp and flips between the second and bottom rope. He rolls to his feet and holds his arms out. He runs and hops on the turnbuckle before he bows again saying "Thank you" over and over again. He hops down, doing a semi spin, and leans into the turbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
The bell rings and Surge and Kurt look at each other. Surge looks rather unimpressed at Kurt's get up. They both lock up and Surge pushes Kurt away. Kurt claps for Surgeand Surge bows. Kurt charges, but Surge moves out of the way. Kurt hits the ropes bounces back and runs into the arm of Surge knocking the smaller man off his feet.
Fred Davies:"One of the newest talents coming into EAW, Surge is looking to be quite the challenge here in EAW."
Jim Hill:"He smells funny. I was talking to him backstage before the show and he kinda smelled like rotton Doritos."
Surge runs the rope and rebounds off. He jumps up and goes for a elbow, but Kurt moves. Surge hits the mat, but pops up holding his elbow in pain. Kurt makes it up and runs toward Surge and nails a STO, taking Surge off his feet and down to the mat hard. Kurt picks Surge up and whips him off into the turnbuckle. He the charges in, but Surge ducks as Kurt misses a clothesline and eats the turnbuckle. Kurt turns around and Surge nails an arm drag, tossing Kurt to the other side of the ring.
Fred Davies:"The quickness of Surge is going to be a running factor in this match. Kurt is small and fast, but if Surge can keep up, Kurt has nothing."
Jim Hill:"Can I take a bathroom break?"
Kurt gets up slowly and rebounds off the ropes. He goes for a hurricanrana, but Surge tosses him off, Kurt doing a backflip and landing on his feet. Surge capitolizes and kicks Kurt in the gut, lifting him up high and bringing him back down with a strong suplex. He floats over for the cover.
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Surge reaches down and picks up Kurt. He kicks him in the gut and lifts him up on his shoulders before tossing him into the corner with a powerbomb he calls the "Storm's Fury". Surge rolls over on a knee and flexs at the camera as Kurt tries to recover. Surge walks over to Kurt who now is up to his knee, Surge punches away at the head and face of Kurt, but Kurt lands in some shots to the gut of Surge. Each man going back and forth until they both run the ropes and hit each other with a double lariat. Both men are down as the ref counts away.
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Both men begin to stir.
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Fred Davies:"Kurt was very close to be counted out. That would have ended this match fast. Would've made you happy huh Jim. Jim? Well folks, Jim has went on a bathroom break."
Surge walks over, but eats a dropsault which knocks him back. Kurt grabs Surge and whips him in the turnbuckle and charges in this time hitting the clothesline which rocks Surge. Surge walks out of the turnbuckle and into a Tilt a Whirl DDT. Kurt quickly covers.
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Surge gets a shoulder up. Kurt stands and taunts Surge calling for the end. Surge gets to his feet, but ducks under whatever Kurt had planned to do. Surge kicks him in the gut and goes for his "D.T.H", but Kurt wiggles his way out and to his feet. Kurt goes for an Alabama slam, but Surge holds onto the ropes. Kurt uses all his strength to pull him out, but his momentum reverses as Surge lands on his feet and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Kurt drops back down and lifts Surge up onto his shoulder again.
Fred Davies:"Kurt trying to go for another Alabama Slam. Surprised he can do this with the size advantage. OH NO, look at this!"
Surge grabs the referee's shirt and tries to hold onto the official, but the referee gets shoved away by Kurt. Kurt drops Surge slightly, which lets Surge roll behind and pop up for the "Nerdkiller". Kurt looks kind of confused as he feels the pain coming. Suddenly, he grabs his chest in pain as Surge lifts him up and delivers the "D.Y.H"! He turns him over and covers.
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The bell rings and "Rules of Nature (Platinum Mix)" plays again as the referee raises Surge's arm.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner........SUUUURRRGGGEEEEEEE!!!!"
Surge bows down in the ring as the fans cheer and boo. He laughs as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp, bowing one more time on the stage before exiting to the back as the scene fades.
The cameras move to the backstage area. Chelsea Armstrong is found inside of the arena’s gym laying into one of the punching bags with a sharp kick. She spins around and slams her shin into the bag causing the chain to rattle from the impact of the blow. She moves away from the punching bag and takes a seat on a bench placed against the wall. She reaches down and takes a sip from her bottled water and places it down on the floor. Chelsea directs her sight towards the appearance of someone approaching from behind one of the large weight machines. A cloud of smoke appears followed by the presence of Michael James. He inhales a drag from his cigarette and casually sits down next to Chelsea on the bench. She turns to Michael James and grows a look of disgust on her face. James turns to her and smiles as he slides his hand across her thigh. She looks down at his hand and rolls her eyes. James begins speaking to Chelsea in Japanese as she replies with a sarcastic smile. She lifts up her leg and violently stomps her heel down on Michael’s foot.
Michael James: Ai-YA!
Michael James screams in pain and quickly moves away from the bench. He begins limping around the room while insulting Chelsea in Japanese. After regaining the feeling in his foot, he takes another drag from the cigarette and turns his attention to Armstrong. He clears his throat and begins calmly speaking to her in Japanese. She begins to rub her temple in an attempt to express her frustration.
Chelsea: Listen, prick. I know for a fact that you speak perfect English so do us both a favor and cut the crap.
Michael James refuses to respond to Chelsea. He glares at her underneath his sunglasses while inhaling a drag from his cigarette
Chelsea: Okay, screw it. If you want to stand there with your thumb up your ass, be my guest. I have a match to prepare for.
Chelsea reaches down and lifts up her bottled water. She takes another gulp and seals the cap. She stands up and begins moving toward the machines and Michael James grabs a hold of her bicep. He says something in Japanese as she slowly looks up at him with an irritated expression on her face
Chelsea: Trust me. You don’t want to do that.
He releases her arm and hands her something from inside of his jacket. She begins looking at a brochure of some kind
Chelsea: What the hell is this?
Michael James speaks to her in Japanese as she begins to read the text on the front of the brochure
Chelsea: No time is better than the present to prepare for your new life…what the fuck? PLANNED PARENTHOOD?!
With an expression of pure anger in her eyes Chelsea turns to Michael James to see him motioning a baby growing in her stomach
Chelsea: I’m not pregnant you oblivious asshole!
Michael James: That’s not what I heard.
Chelsea curls her fingers into a fist and tightens her bicep. Michael James begins to laugh and he exhales a cloud of smoke into Armstrong’s face. She inches back and bashes her fist into the side of Michael’s face causing the lenses of his sunglasses to shatter. James moves back a few feet and takes notice of his broken sunglasses. He begins to laugh once again while glaring across at Chelsea. Michael James playfully winks at Chelsea and slams her across the face with a brutal open handed slap. She crashes to the floor and grips her face while James is heard screaming at Chelsea in Japanese. He kicks the water bottle across the floor and begins laughing at her while Armstrong nurses her lower jaw. Michael James tosses his cigarette on the floor and stomps it out before turning his back to Chelsea. He makes an exit from the gym as the cameras stay locked on Chelsea as she glares at Michael James with an expression of absolute hatred.
Marcus Senerchia:"The following contest is a Submission match...."
“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:"Introducing first, 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.
"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:"And his opponent, 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 the bell.
The bell rings and the match begins. Tri Bute and Evans come to the middle of the ring and stand face to face. They begin arguing and pointing towards eachother. Tensions are high when suddenly Tri Bute spits in Justin's face. Justin wipes the saliva off his face and retaliates with a huge slap to the face of Tri Bute. Tri Bute retreats to the corner and holds his cheek.
Fred Davies:"Bad guy versus bad guy. Tri Bute versus Justin Evans. The evilness of both of these men have already shown."
Jim Hill:"Ahhhh. I'm back folks. Fresh of the can! I got my soda pop and my cheeze its and I am ready for a classic match up."
Tri Bute stands up as Justin taunts him. Tri Bute runs at Evans, but is caught with a huge boot to the jaw, leveling Tri Bute. He lifts Tri Bute up and hooks in a belly to belly suplex. He lifts him up and slams him down with a big belly to belly suplex. Tri Bute lets out a loud sigh of air as the wind is knocked out of him. Justin lifts Tri Bute up by the head and irish whips him hard into the corner. Tri Bute hits it hard and Evans runs into him with a huge corner clothesline. He backs up and hits another one. And then another. Evans begins throwing punches at Tri Bute in the corner. The ref starts counting.
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Evans backs up and lets out a yell. He runs and hits a hard clothesline on Tri Bute in the corner, knocking him out of the corner and onto the floor on the outside. Evans immedietly comes out of the ring and lifts Tri Bute up. He grabs him around the waist and rams him into the guardrail. Tri Bute begins to fall, but Evans lifts him up and hoists him on his shoulders. He turns and runs forward before leaping back and delivering a hard Samoan drop on the outside. He stands up and taunts the crowd, who boo him in return.
Fred Davies:"Justin Evans on fire here tonight!"
Jim Hill:"Last week he got the roll up victory on Maestro Punk. This week, I think he aims to get a clean victory."
Evans tosses Tri Bute in the ring and comes in after him. Tri Bute gets up and Evans runs at him with a DDT. Tri Bute ducks and Evans rebounds. Tri Bute goes for a ROLLING big boot, but Evans ducks underneath and stops as Tri Bute turns, waiting for the rebound. Evans slaps him in the face quickly and ducks under a clothesline attempt, catching the arm and lifting Tri Bute up for a Full Nelson Slam.
Evans grabs hold of Tri Bute and lifts him up again. He brings him up on his shoulders and calls for the "Bronx Bomber". He delivers one powerbomb. He lifts Tri Bute up and delivers another one. He lifts him up again, but this time Tri Bute punches his way out. Evans drops him and Tri Bute lands on his feet. He spins around and immedietly hits the ROLLING big boot, taking Evans off his feet. He lifts up Evans and kicks him in the gut. He pulls him in between his legs and lets out a yell as he lifts him up for a piledriver. Evans pushes off and accidently flips over. Tri Bute catches his legs and falls into a unique submission move. Justin begins screaming as he does not know what hurts, but can feel the pain. The referee keep s asking, but Evans pushes him away. Finally, Evans squirms his way out and crawls to the other side of the ring, holding his knee.
Fred Davies:"That was a confusing move. I don't even think Tri Bute knows what he did."
Jim Hill:"It looked painful though!"
Tri Bute looks shocked as he didn't even mean to do that. Tri Bute stands up and signals for the "Torrential Tri Bute". Evans stands up and Tri Bute goes for it. Evans grabs his arm and pulls him down for the "Gridlock". Tri Bute begins to scream as Evans tugs on it harder and harder. Tri Bute tries to break free, but Evans just tightens the grip. Tri Bute has no other choice but to tap out, and he finally does. The bell rings and "Niggas In Paris" hits again as the referee raises Evans hand.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner.......JUSTIN EVVVAANNSS!!!"
Justin tugs away from the ref as he points to himself. He hops on the turnbuckle and begins taunting the fans as they boo him. He hops down and goes to the outside, taunting the fans all the way up the ramp. He walks up to the stage and exits behind the curtain as the camera cuts.
Cut to the back to see Kareem Al-Bashir warming up for his match. From the side of the frame, TJ Pain walks into frame. the cameraman is trying to stay out of sight so no words can be heard. Pain says a few things to Bashir before giving him a pat on the back and leaving as EAW cuts to commercial.
“Landmines” by Stray From the Path comes in with some guitar effects almost sounding like old respirators, then out of nowhere a rage against the machine style guitar track kicks in and Jordan Caliban bounces out onto the stage and sits right down crossing his legs singing along with his own theme tune. He surveys the scene for a second before rolling backwards and up onto his feet sprinting at the ring leaping up onto the apron then the middle rope and flipping himself into the ring, after the usual posing he perches himself on the turnbuckle and awaits the arrival of his opponent.
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. Michael James begins to make his way towards the ring as the fans toss garbage in his direction, cursing and jeering him as Michael 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 calls for the bell in an effort to begin the match. James quickly moves across the ring and gets in the face his opponent. Caliban looks across at James and takes notices of his aggressive demeanor. Jordan puts out his hand as a gesture to shake hands with Michael James. Not impressed by the actions of his opponent, James yells at Jordan in Japanese and slams him across the side of his face with an open handed slap. After staggering back a few inches, Jordan cradles his jaw and responds to James with a quick left hook to the side of his head. The two men begin exchanging punches and James takes advantage by slamming his knee into the gut of Caliban. He moves behind Jordan and lifts him up with a back suplex. James inches back and carelessly drops him on the back of his head. Michael rolls back up and begins to stomp on Jordan in an effort to keep him on the canvas. James grabs a hold of Caliban’s arm and twists it into a modified arm bar. The referee begins asking Caliban if he wants to submit and Jordan refuses to give in to the pain. He struggles against James and is able to move out of the hold. He makes it back to his feet and meets James with a quick to the gut. He follows it up with a hip toss and he drops James flat on his back. Jordan leaps into the air with a standing moonsault and lands directly on top of Michael James. The referee goes for a count when Jordan hooks Michael’s leg.
1…. Kick out by Michael James!
Jim Hill: "God that was too close!"
Fred Davies: "Do you ever not be biased?!"
James easily kicks out of the pin attempt. Jordan drags him back to his feet and forces Michael into one of the corners. He lights James up with a chop across the chest causing the fans to react with a “Wooo!” chant. He goes for another chop but James counters the move by grabbing a handful of Jordan’s hair. He dazes Caliban with a brutal head butt causing him to stagger towards the other side of the ring. James moves out of the corner and grabs hold of Jordan by the back of his neck. He forces Jordan into position for a power bomb and screams out something towards the crowd in Japanese. He lifts Jordan up but Caliban slips out of it and locks James into a front face lock. Caliban makes an effort to bring James down with a ddt but James is able to counter the move by locking him in with a bear hug. Out of nowhere, Michael tosses Caliban across the ring with a suplex and laughs when his adversary collides with the canvas. James approaches Jordan and drags him across the mat by his ankle. Michael James lifts up his leg and violently stomps his foot down on top of Jordan’s spinal cord. He drags Caliban back to his feet and whips him towards the ropes. Jordan rushes back and ducks a clothesline by Michael James. He spins the big man around and drops him with a dropkick to the face. Jordan attempts another standing moonsault but James is quick to roll out of the way.
Jim Hill: "HAHA! What a loser!"
Fred Davies: "Oh give it up, Jim!"
They both spring to their feet and Jordan ducks another clothesline effort by James. He shoves James towards the ropes and when he bounces off Caliban nails him with a dropkick to the chest that sends Michael through the ropes. James crashes to the floor on the outside as Jordan receives a cheap pop from the fans. Once James begins to make it back his feet Jordan leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew suicide dive. He lands directly on top of Michael James and both men crash to the concrete floor while the audience begins to applaud the move. Jordan uses the barricade to make it back to his feet and James is not far behind. When Caliban goes for a left hook James counters the move with an open handed palm strike to the chest of Jordan. When Caliban grips his chest James takes advantage by grabbing him by the back of his head. He forces Jordan away from the canvas and drives his skull into the steel ring post. Jordan drops to one knee and begins nursing his skull while James begins to argue with a few fans at ringside. He grabs a beer bottle from one of them and smashes it over Caliban’s forehead. The broken glass opens a few cuts in his flesh as Jordan begins to writhe in pain. James leans down and grinds the jagged end of the shattered bottle into Caliban’s wounds causing blood to flow down his face.
Jim Hill: "This shit is great!"
Fred Davies: "This shit is horrifying!"
James tosses the bottle aside and approaches the ring. He leans down and reaches underneath the ring while Caliban is seen staggering back to his feet. James moves away from the ring and stands directly behind Jordan while gripping a baseball bat with light tubes taped around the base. When Jordan turns to face Michael James he gets blasted in the face with the light tubes causing a thunderous “BOOM” sound to echo throughout the arena. A thick cloud of residue from the shattered glass begins to fill the air as Jordan lies motionless on the floor. Michael James drops the bat and moves towards the ring. He begins digging underneath and he pulls out a wooden table wrapped in various coils of barbed wire. He sets up the table on its legs and points to Jordan Caliban. He drags Jordan to his feet and begins to laugh upon sight of the shattered glass covering portions of his body. He positions Caliban for a power bomb in front of the table. He lifts Jordan up and much like before Jordan counters the hold with a front face lock. Caliban uses all of the strength in his body to send James crashing down with a brutal ddt. A thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as both men rip through the table. The fans jump to their feet and applaud the men while James and Caliban lie motionless in a mess of broken wood, metal and barbed wire.
Jim Hill: "COME ON MICHAEL!"
Fred Davies: "I think they're dead. They have to be dead!"
Michael James is the first man to make any kind of movement. He crawls away from the mess and uses the barricade to make it back to his feet. He reaches inside of his boot and pulls out some industrial wire cutters. He begins cutting the barbed wire away from his body as Jordan is seen making it back to his feet. Michael James keeps a decent amount of the barbed wire wrapped around his boots while Jordan is seen screaming in pain while pulling the barbs from his flesh. James approaches Jordan and slams his fist into the side of his face. He grabs a handful of his hair and drags him to the ring. James tosses Jordan under the bottom rope and moves around to the steel steps. He climbs the steps and moves into the ring as Caliban begins to find his balance. He charges at James with a clothesline but James ducks the move and desperately dead legs Caliban causing him to drop to his knees. James runs to the ropes and bounces off. He rushes Jordan and drops him with a baseball slide dropkick to the chest. James stands up and begins to grind the heel of his boot into Caliban’s forehead in an effort to mutilate his wounds. The referee pulls Michael James away from Jordan and begins to threaten a disqualification. As James argues with the ref Caliban makes it back to his feet. He spins James around and slams his face into the canvas with an Angle Cutter from out of nowhere. He goes for a cover on Michael James.
1…… 2……. 2 ½ …… Kick out by Michael James!
Jim Hill: "THANK YOU GOD!"
Fred Davies: "Oh sweet Jesus...."
The crowd begins to cheer for Caliban as he grows an expression of frustration on his face. He drags James back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Jordan charges at James and slams his spine into the turnbuckles with a running clothesline. He inches back a few feet and cleans Michael’s clock with a spinning roundhouse kick. James drops to the bottom turnbuckle and Jordan moves back a few feet. He charges once again at full speed and delivers a brutal sliding dropkick to the head of James. His eyes roll into the back of his head and James slumps down to the canvas. Jordan drags him away from the corner and places his body in close range of the top turnbuckle. Caliban leaps to the top rope and signals towards the audience for the end of the match. He stands on the ropes to find his balance and signals a belt around his waist. He launches from the ropes and performs a picture perfect Starlight Twist. At the last second, James moves out of the way and causes Caliban to crash into the canvas. He lands in an awkward position and receives an “OOOOHHHH!” reaction from the ringside audience. Michael James gradually uses the ropes to find his balance. He grows a smile on his face as reaches into his boot. He removes a small vial and opens the top. He pulls a fresh cigar from the vial and places it between his lips. Michael James uses a match to light the cigar.
Jim Hill: "Always keeping it classy!"
Fred Davies: "Is smoking in here legal?!"
He takes a drag from the cigar and leans against the ropes. Caliban is slow to make it back to his feet. Jordan spots his opponent from the other side of the ring and prepares to charge Michael James. As Caliban rushes the big man, Michael James quickly moves out of the corner and slams his foot into the side of Caliban’s skull with an Osaka Spike Kick. The crowd begins to erupt with insults towards James as Caliban crashes to the canvas. James grips the cigar between his teeth and approaches Jordan. He drags Caliban to his feet and positions him for a vertical suplex. He lifts Jordan up and holds him in the air for a few seconds. As expected, Michael James screams out to the crowd in Japanese and sends Jordan crashing down with the Lethal Injection. Michael James rolls on top of Caliban and orders the referee to make the count.
1…… 2……. 2 ½ …… 3!
“Soldier Head” begins to play on the arena’s sound system as James is announced the winner of the match. He rolls away from the motionless Jordan Caliban and moves back to his feet. The referee grabs a hold of Michael’s wrist and raises his arm in victory. James quickly pulls away from the referee and shoves him to the mat. Michael James removes the cigar from his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke into the air. He walks to one of the corners and climbs to the second rope. James faces the crowd and begins to insult them in Japanese. When one of the fans tosses garbage into the ring, James responds by disrespectfully spitting on them. He motions a belt around his waist and continues to appreciate the crowd’s negativity.
Fred Davies: "Well it looks like the GM is getting his wish so far. Michael James is the first number one contender to the new EAW World title."
Jim Hill: "Ain't it great?!"
Fred Davies: "It's crooked! Plain and simple. Pain has took favorites and wants to put those people at the top."
Jim Hill: "Smart business."
Fred Davies: "Oh just shut up."
The cameras cut to ringside where we find the ring crew placing bundles of fluorescent light tubes around the ring. There are four separate pallets placed on the floor that appear to be lined with a selection of light tubes. Inside of the ring we find hundreds of the light tubes taped to the regular ropes in order to grant both men access to the weapons. The cameras pan to each corner of the ring, revealing what appear to be makeshift posts made from light tubes, stuck to the turn buckles with industrial tape.
Dig by Mudvayne plays over the PA system. As the part where the lead singer screams,”NOOOOOOO!” HITS, lights flash and Ricky walks to the ramp. He holds his arms in the air and crosses them in an X.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring, ‘The X-Treme Kid’ Ricky Kimmel!
Ricky makes his way to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring. He crosses his arms in an X position once again. He turns his attention towards the entrance ramp in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival.
The Beaten Path by Dale Oliver is heard on the sound system. Kareem Al-Bashir walks out from the back during the bomb drop in the song, and when the music stars he slowly makes his way to the ring, he stops before slowly entering the ring. He approaches one side of the ring and spits down at the ringside area to symbolize the dirty soil of America. His music gradually fades and he removes one of the light tubes from the ropes. Kimmel does the same and both men slowly approach one another in the center of the ring.
The bell rings and the referee signals for both men to begin the match. They slowly circle one another while talking trash. When Kareem spits a wad of phlegm at the feet of Ricky he winds up the light tube like a baseball bat. Both men swing with the tubes at the same time and smash one another in the face. The tubes shatter on impact as both men stagger around from the result of being hit in the face with the glass. Kareem shakes off the pain and spins Kimmel around. He slams him in the side of the head with a right hook and Ricky responds with a chop across the chest of Kareem. They begin exchanging punches until Kareem gets the better end of it by kicking Kimmel in the gut. He grabs a hold of Ricky’s arm and whips him towards the ropes. He releases Ricky’s arm and allows him to fall back into a few of the light tubes attached to the ropes. A “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as the residue from the glass begins to rise like fog from a lagoon. Kareem charges at Kimmel with a clothesline but Kimmel moves out the way at the last second.
Fred Davies:"This match is going to get intense Jim. Kimmel returning after being thrown out of the arena by TJ Pain. Guess he recieved a contract then."
Jim Hill:"Wish he would've kept his ass out of here. No good dirty ass kid."
Another loud “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena as Kareem performs a belly splash directly into the light tubes. The residue thickens as Kareem dangles on the ropes like a pig stuck on some chicken wire. Kimmel pulls Kareem away from the ropes and places him in a front face lock. He lifts Kareem up and holds him in the air for a few seconds. Ricky falls back and slams Kareem down on the canvas with a vertical suplex. Kimmel jumps back to his feet and removes one of the glass tubes from the ropes. He places the tube on Kareem’s chest and leaps into the air. Kimmel drives his elbow into the tube causing the glass to shatter directly on top of Kareem. Ricky makes it back to his feet and begins stomping on his opponent in an effort to keep him on the canvas. He begins punching Kareem in the head but Kareem is able to counter his attack with a quick chop to the throat. He jumps back to his feet and drops Kimmel with a back elbow to the face. When Ricky makes it back to his feet Kareem grabs him by the wrist in an effort to whip him to one of the corners. Kimmel reverses the move but Kareem is able to stop a few inches before crashing into the glass post. Ricky charges at Al-Bashir with a clothesline but Kareem ducks the move at the last second.
Fred Davies:"Well this won't be good for Ricky."
Jim Hill:"I hope he breaks his tiny little legs."
While charging at full speed, Ricky runs face first into the glass post sending a thunderous “BOOM” sound throughout the arena as the glass explodes on his landing. The crowd begins a “HOLY-SHIT!” chant while the residue fills the air like some kind of pollution. Kareem approaches Ricky and peels him out of the corner. He shoves him to the mat and the cameras cut to a close up on Ricky in an effort to get a shot of his fresh wounds. Sections of his face and upper chest appear to be heavily bleeding while the shattered glass appears to cover his mid section. Kareem grabs Ricky by the hair and drags him to his feet. He places him in a headlock and forces him to the ropes. Kareem snaps off the top of one of the tubes and uses the jagged edge to open a new cut in Kimmel’s forehead. He grinds the glass into his head in a circular motion while Kimmel begins to scream in agony. In an effort to break the hold Kimmel wraps his arm around the back of Kareem and lifts him up with a back suplex. He falls back and slams his opponent onto the canvas to receive an ovation of cheers from the ringside audience. Kimmel slowly makes it to his feet and approaches the ropes. He pulls two of the tubes away and holds them up in an “X” position. When Kareem staggers back to his feet, he turns around and gets blasted in the face with both of the tubes by Ricky Kimmel.
Jim Hill:"Damn it Kimmel! Why can't you just die?!"
Fred Davies:"Ricky has a lot more heart then a lot of the locker room Jim. He can fight through the worst of pains."
Kareem grips his eyes and drops to the canvas while the fans give Kimmel a cheap pop. Ricky points to one of the pallets on the outside of the ring and the fans erupt with a “FUCK HIM UP RICK-Y, FUCK HIM UP!” chant. Ricky slides under the bottom rope and lifts up one of the pallets. He slides it into of the ring and moves back inside just as Kareem is seen making it back to his feet. Kimmel meets Kareem with an elbow to the head that sends him staggering towards the empty corner. Ricky kicks Kareem in the gut and slams his back against the turnbuckles. Kimmel pulls one of the longer tubes from the ropes and points in the direction of Kareem. He charges his opponent with the tube but Kareem is able to counter the move by slamming his feet into the jaw of Ricky Kimmel. Kareem moves out of the corner and spins Kimmel around. He kicks him in the gut and places him in position for a power bomb. He screams out to the crowd and lifts Kimmel up but Ricky is able to slide out of the hold. He spins Kareem around and pulls him into position for a Kimmel Kutter. The audience explodes in reaction to the counter.
Fred Davies:"Will we see a Kimmel Kutter?!"
Jim Hill:"NOOOO!!!"
A few seconds before Kimmel can perform the move Kareem is able to release the hold with a cheap punch to the gut of Ricky. As Ricky drops to one knee Kareem is quick to place him into the same position from before. He lifts Kimmel up and wastes no time by power bombing him on top of the glass tube filled pallet. Another “CRACK” echoes throughout the arena upon his landing while the fans release an “OOOOOhhhh!” from reaction of the devastating move. A thick cloud of the residue fills the ringside area as both men lie motionless in the center of the ring. A few seconds later Kareem crawls across the mat and goes for a cover on top of Ricky Kimmel.
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Kick-out by Ricky Kimmel! The fans begin to applaud the two men as they gradually make it back to their feet. Kareem grabs Kimmel by the hair and pulls him in for another power bomb. He lifts Ricky but fails to notice the two glass tubes that Ricky pulls from the ropes on his way up. The second he has Ricky positioned above his shoulders, Kareem gets blasted in the face once again with the two glass tubes sending a loud “SMACK” sound throughout the ringside area. Kareem drops Kimmel and begins to stagger around the ring while gripping the fresh wound in his forehead. The cameras zoom in on Kareem to reveal a large amount of blood running down his face. He wipes the blood from his eyes and charges Kimmel with a clothesline. Ricky dodges the move and causes Kareem to charge face first into the glass tubes guarding the ropes. Another “BOOM” echoes throughout the arena while the smoky residue forms into a thick fog around Kareem Al-Bashir. He dangles on the second rope as Ricky slides under the bottom rope. In an effort to confine his opponent Ricky pulls on the top rope and causes it to intertwine with the second. The ropes wedge Kareem in the middle by securing a tight lock around his neck. As Kareem struggles to free himself from the trap, Ricky lifts up another one of the glass tube filled pallets from the floor to an ovation of cheers.
Fred Davies:"Ricky is really in charge now! He has Kareem tied up in the ropes with no way to escape."
Jim Hill:"COME ON KAREEM!"
He moves the pallet around so the tubes are facing away from him and inches back a few steps. Ricky points to Kareem and the crowd responds with a “FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!” chant. Kimmel charges towards Kareem with the pallet and sends it crashing directly on top of his skull. A disturbing and thunderous “CRACK” sound echoes throughout the arena while large chunks of the broken pallet appear to be embedded to Kareem Al-Bashir. Ricky celebrates with the fans while the referee does his best to free Kareem from the ropes. Kimmel rolls under the bottom rope and makes it back to his feet. He notices Kareem lying motionless in the center of the canvas and motions for the end of the match. He leaps to the turnbuckle and positions his legs on the ropes. Kimmel screams out to the crowd and launches from the top rope with the Extreme Dive. At the last second, Kareem rolls out of the way and causes Ricky to land directly on top of the broken glass. As the audience jump to their feet once again, Kareem is able to use the ropes to pull himself back up. He approaches Ricky and drags him up by his hair.
Jim Hill:"YES! Kareem is going to end this NOW!"
Fred Davies:"Kareem might just have the end here Jim."
Ricky shoves Kareem away and pulls another light tube from the ropes. He swings with the tube like a drunk and misses his target. Kareem spins Ricky around and snatches the glass tube from his hand. He slams the tube across Ricky’s head and begins to laugh when Kimmel drops to the canvas. Kareem rolls under the bottom rope and pulls something from underneath the ring. He holds up what appears to be a large bundle of LED powered fluorescent light tubes wrapped in barbed wire. He slides the bundle under the bottom rope and moves back into the ring. He jumps to his feet and picks up the bundle of light tubes. As Ricky spots Kareem from the corner of his eye he spins around and charges him with a clothesline. In a display of desperation, Kareem tosses the bundle at Ricky causing the industrial sized tubes to explode in his face on impact. A disturbing “BOOM” sound echoes throughout the arena as Ricky Kimmel slowly crashes to the canvas. Kareem casually approaches Kimmel and grabs a hold of his ankles. He begins to drag Ricky across the canvas allowing the shattered glass and barbed wire to create fresh cuts in his back.
Jim Hill:"DID YOU SEE THAT FRED?! THAT WEAPON WAS AMAZING! KAREEM HAS TO WIN NOW!"
Fred Davies:"THAT WAS DISGUSTING!"
The audience begins a “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chant. Kareem releases Kimmel and begins to respond to the crowd’s negativity in his own language. As Kareem is distracted by the crowd Ricky is able to make it back to his feet. He wipes the broken glass and barbed wire from his body and takes his position a few feet behind Kareem. When Al-Bashir turns to face Ricky he charges Kareem with the XTK Kick.
Jim Hill:"NO!!!"
Fred Davies:"Kimmels got it!"
At the last second Kareem dodges the kick and rolls away from Ricky Kimmel. He grabs a tube from the ropes, spins Ricky around and slams him over the skull with the tube. Before Ricky can drop to the canvas Kareem pulls him into position for the Nightmare Driver. Al-Bashir lifts Kimmel up and sends his body crashing down on top of the broken glass. The crowd begins to toss pieces of garbage towards the ring as Kareem goes for a cover on Ricky Kimmel.
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Marcus Senerchia: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the Light Tube Free For All, Kareem Al-Bashir!
The Beaten Path by Dale Oliver is heard playing on the sound system as Kareem and Ricky Kimmel lie motionless in the center of the ring. A thick cloud of the glass residue continues to fill the air while the crowd gives the two men a standing ovation. A few members of the arena’s medical staff are seen rushing to ringside. They roll into the ring and begin to check on the medical condition of both men.
Fred Davies: "Ladies and gentlemen....this has been a night of violence and destruction of the human body and I'm afraid o tell you it's only going to get worse."
Jim Hill: "It's main event time fuckers!"
Fred Davies: "Stay classy Jim....."
Marcus Senerchia:"The following is your main event of the evening and it is the first ever No Mat Tackapoolza Match!! The winner of this match will go on the face off for the EAW Championship at Un-Killable!!!! Introducing first...."
The Test by Fozzy blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy as 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, Mossuri, weighing in at 158 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA AAARRRRRMMMSTROOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!"
Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her opponent.
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.
"And her 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.
They both stand face to face as the bell rings. They lock up and Dreadful takes control with a head lock. He flips her over and holds her down with the headlock in place. She tries to fight, but Dreadful holds it on tight. She finally gouges his eyes and he is forced to let go. She scurries out of the ring and reaches under the ring. She pulls out a thickly covered Thumbtack baseball bat. She slides into the ring with it and Dreadful turns from rubbing his eyes and is smashed in the gut with the bat. He bends over in pain and she mashes it against his back. He goes down to his knees and she rebounds off the ropes and comes back at him with a hard shot to the face with the bat. Dreadful is down and she goes for the cover.
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Kickout at two by Dreadful. She goes to the outside and searches for another weapon. Eventually she comes out with a Kendo Stick. She Holds it up and turns right into a suicide dive from Dreadful. She hits the guard rail hard as Dreadful nails the dive through the ropes. He stands up as the crowd cheers a bit. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring and smiles as he grabs her by the hair. She is pulled to her feet and he slams her head over the ring apron. He then rolls her into the ring and grabs the kendo stick. He slides into the ring and bashes the Kendo stick over her back a few times before tossing it aside. Dreadful set's the table up in the corner and lifts Chelsea up.
Fred Davies:"No mats? Has to hurt bad when you land!"
Jim Hill:"Now it's just metal and some thick ass plywood. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course it hurts!"
Dreadful pulls Chelsea into a suplex and lifts her into the air. He stalls for about 30 seconds and then drops her hard. She screams in pain as the wood is heard throughout the arena. He get's on top of her and starts to throw punches to her face. Dreadful eventually stands up and yells as he goes to the outside and orders the ringside technicians to move from the chairs. Dreadful grabs two of them and slides them into the ring. He then slides in after the chairs and sets one up. He grabs her and lifts her up for a Tiger Bomb. She reverses it into a hurricanrana and Dreadful is up. He runs at her, but she catches him with a drop toe hold and David's head slams into the open chair.
Fred Davies:"Dreadful needs to remember that she is a GIRL!"
Jim Hill:"David Dreadful knows what competition is. He is a multi time World Champion damn it! He knows that he can't think about if she is a girl or not! Win or don't even play the damn game!"
We can now see Dreadful is busted wide open. Chelsea stands up slowly and goes for the other chair. She lifts it and slams it across Dreadful's back. She then tosses it aside and lifts him up slowly. Struggling, she manages to finally get him to his feet. He swipes her hands away and nails a forearm to her face. She nails one back. Now they begin to just throw forearms back and forth. Finally Dreadful goes for a low blow. He hits it, but Chelsea laughs.
Fred Davies:"What in the hell does Dreadful think he is doing? She is a WOOOO MAN! She doesn't have testicles!"
Jim Hill:"Oh, but look at this!"
Dreadful grabs one of the chairs and slams it across the head of Chelsea. She falls back and holds her face. Dreadful lifts her up and we can see Chelsea is busted wide open as well. Dreadful, with a crimson mask, nails another forearm as he takes her up on his shoulders. She slips out behind and he turns into a clothesline. But he ducks under and hits a Backdrop Driver. He holds her legs for the pin....
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Kickout at the last second by Chelsea! Dreadful is pissed now as he begins to climb up one of the poles and go for a bag of Tacks. He pulls it down and comes back down. He unties the bag and dumps the Tacks onto the corner of the ring. The crowd cheers, not for Dreadful, but for the thumbtacks. Dreadful turns around to grab Chelsea, but is nailed in the head with a bag full of tacks!
Fred Davies:"Dreadful didn't see that coming. Chelsea Armstrong climbed the pole when he was setting up the tacks."
Jim Hill:"Never trust a woman."
Chelsea opens up the bag and dumps the contents around the ring. She smiles through the blood as she grabs Dreadful by the hair and lifts him up. She kicks him in the gut and in all one motion nails the "Devils Wing" onto the tacks! Dreadful looks up and begins to shake as he realizes he is laying in thumbtacks. Dreadful rolls out of the tacks and Chelsea goes for the cover.
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Dreadful kicks out at 2. Chelsea lifts him up and goes for the "Strongarmed", but Dreadful spins out of it and kicks Chelsea in the gut. He pulls her in between his legs and yanks her up quickly on his shoulders before bringing her down with a hard Tiger Bomb onto the tacks! She shakes and trembles as she can't believe she is in the tacks. Dreadful grabs her legs and begins dragging her around the ring and through the tacks causing more damage. She screams in agony as Dreadful calls for his "Trick or Treat Driver".
Chelsea is trying to get up and she finally does. Dreadful turns her around and goes for the "Trick or Treat Driver", but Chelsea ducks out of it and rolls Dreadful over her head. He turns around right into the "Light's Out" from Chelsea onto the thumbtacks! Chelsea covers!
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Dreadful kicks out and Chelsea looks like she just seen a Ghost. She stands up slowly and calls for the "Dream Catcher". Dreadful stands up slowly and Chelsea locks it in. Dreadful begins screaming, blood dripping from his face and all over the ring. Chelsea pulls tighter as Dreadful tries to fight his way out. Dreadful wipes his arm on his forehead on accident and Chelsea looses her grip, slipping on the blood. Dreadful grabs her head and brings her down before locking in a Koji Clutch!Chelsea screams out in pain as the blood begins pouring out of her head. The referee is asking is she quits and she says no. Dreadful keeps it locked in and Chelsea tries to crawl for the ropes. She gets tot hem, but the referee tell sher no ropebreaks. She screams out in pain before tapping out.
Fred Davies:"What a match! David Dreadful earned his victory here tonight! He will go on to Un-Killable and fight for the EAW Championship. I am excited for that!"
Jim Hill:"I have to give credit to Chelsea and Dreadful. This was one for the ages! Good ass match!"
The bell rings and Dreadful releases the hold. The referee raises his hand as he get's up, with help from the ropes. "Quoth The Raven" kicks in again as Marcus announces the winner.
Marcus Senerchia:"Here is your winner, and moving on to fight for the EAW Championship at Un-Killable.....DAVID DRRRREEEAAAADDDFFFUUUUULLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!"
Chelsea is helped sat up by the ref. Dreadful looks at Chelsea and hobbles over to her. He looks at her for a minute and then offers a hand. She looks at it for a while and then finally accepts it. He helps her up and they share a blood filled handshake. He raises her hand and then she raises his before their respectful celebration is cut off by Michael James and The Mohawk jumping Dreadful from behind.
Fred Davies: "OH COME ON!"
Jim Hill: "This is beautiful!"
Fred Davies: "It's sick! Completely unprovoked."
James and The Mohawk have Dreadful down on the mat. James is screaming insults in Japanese as he smears Dreadful's ace into the mat. This seems to be completely one sided until the crowd explodes as Chelsea Armstrong gets involved. She drops The Mohawk from behind with a reverse DDT and stands right in Michael James's face, obviously still very upset from earlier. They both exchange words until Chelsea kicks James right in the groin. The crowd explodes but before Chelsea can celebrate, Kareem Al-Bashir blind sides her after running out from the back. He drops her with a spear and starts throwing anger fueled punches. Suddenly, he looks up and see Ricky Kimmel up on the top rope. Kimmel flies and drops Kareem with a flying cross body. He then lands abasement dropkick to the face of a crouching Mohawk but is cut short by a very stiff clothesline by Michael James who begins to direct traffic. He tells the Mohawk and Kareem to toss aside dreadful and Kimmel, leaving Chelsea. James grabs a steel chair from ring side as Bashir and The Mohawk hold up Armstrong by her hair.
Fred Davies: "NO! DON'T DO THIS!"
Jim Hill: "It's what she deserves!"
Fed Davies: "WHAT?! HOW?!"
Jim Hill: "She rejected him!"
Fred Davies: "You're going to Hell when you die."
Right as James is about to deliver the explanation point, he is stopped by the EAW GM storming into the ring and almost pleading James not to do it, saying it has gone too far.. After a few agonizing moments, Pain talks James down. He hands Pain the chair and The Mohawk and Kareem let Chelsea down into a kneeling position. Pain walks over to Chelsea almost as if to help her up. He stretches out a hand and just as Armstrong goes to grab it....
Fred Davies: "OH MY SWEET LORD! NO! NO!"
Jim Hill: "YEEESS!!! GOD I LOVE EAW!!!!"
The sound of the chair cracking over Armstrong's skull nearly echos around the arena as the crowd is stunned to enar silence. Laughing, Pain throws the chair down and the four men form a line. They all raise each other's hand sin victory as the fans begin to throw garbage, drinks, food and even a few chairs into the ring. Together, The Ultraviolent Nations celebrate together in the ring as EAW fades out to the logo.
