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TRIPLE THREAT IMPERIAL INDUCTION MATCH
WEEZLE vs MOUNTAIN MAN vs CRIMSON BLAZE
Fabian: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A TRIPLE THREAT SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL....
-THE FANS GET AMPED UP...."The Everlasting Gaze” by the Smashing Pumpkins hits....AND THE FANS GIVE IT UP BIG TIME FOR WEEZLE! -
Fabian: MAXING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST....FROM OTTAWA CANADA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....MAKING HIS EWA DEBUT THIS IS WEEZLE!!!!
-Weezle pops out of the back to an ovation from the crowd! He slaps a few hands on his way to the ring and then slides in, popping up in the middle of the ring....he throws his arms up at the fans and they give him a big time pop!-
Daniels: Weezle is a ten year veteran of the ring....a technical wizard in the ring, tonight is his first match as a part of our organization! What a coup for the EWA!
Masters: His name might be stupid, but he really does look like a Weasel!
Fabian: THE NEXT ENTRANT IN THIS MATCH....YOU KNOW HIM AS A FORMER WORLD TELEVISION AND TAG TEAM CHAMPION....WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS.....THIS IS CRIMSOOOOOON BLAAAAAAAZE!
-'Headstrong' by Trapt hits and the lights go out....THE FANS GIVE IT UP BIG TIME AS THE INTIALS K B HIT THE SCREEN.....THE MAN HIMSELF FINALLY APPEARS ON THE STAGE, LIFTING HIS ARMS UP IN AN 'X' SHAPE....RED AND WHITE PYRO SHOOTS OFF AT THE SAME TIME AND THE FANS ROAR!-
Daniels: This man is certainly a fan favorite....'The Aeiral Specialist' has held numberous titles since his debut in two thousand and six....
Masters: He's a string bean! Even I can take this guy!
Daniels: I doubt you'd say that if he came over here....luckily for you he's not....CRIMSON BLAZE JUST SPRINGBOARDED HIMSELF INTO THE RING....showing his fans that 'X' with his arms again....and lots of them are making the same motion back in a sign of respect!
-Another X, green this time, blows off behind Crimson as he climbs up on the middle rope and continues to point out and show his appreciation to his fans!-
Fabian: AND THEIR OPPONENT, THE LAST ENTRANT IN THIS MATCH....HAILING FROM THE OUTSKIRTS OF CLEVELAND, OHIO AND WEIGHING IN AT A STAGGERING THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS....."THE MOUNTAIN MAN" IS ON HIS WAY.....JOSHUA NEWWWWWWWSOOOOOOME!!!!!!
-THE FANS ADULATION TURNS TO ALL OUT HEAT AS "REDNECK" BY LAMB OF GOD HITS....JOSHUA NEWSOME COMES WALKING OUT OF THE BACK SLOWLY, HIS EYES FOCUSED ON THE RING....HE COMPLETELY IGNORES THE CROWD FOR THE POST PART AS HE GRABS THE TOP ROPE AND CLIMBS UP ON THE APRON, STARING AT WEEZLE AND CRIMSON....-
Daniels: This man is a monster. The six foot five Joshua Newsome....is a force to be reckoned with.
Masters: Oh man, Newsome is going to kill both of these turds....look at him staring them down....if they aren't scared they better get that way fast!!!!
-Newsome moves over the top rope and makes a move toward Fabian....Fabian bails and Newsome turns around slowly, glancing between Weezle and Blaze...-
Daniels: There's the bell....and we're ready go with this triple threat MATCH....AND LOOK AT THIS....RIGHT OFF THE BAT WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE START PUTTING IT TO NEWSOME!!!!
-THE FANS ROAR AS CRIMSON AND WEEZLE WORK TOGETHER WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS TO THE BIG MAN....NEWSOME STAGGERS A BIT BUT HE DOESN'T GO DOWN...-
Masters: Wow, they're teaming up?! That's cheating!!!!
Daniels: It's not cheating....it's a strategy....TAKE THIS BIGGEST GUY IN THE MATCH DOWN FIRST....LOOKS SMART TO ME!!!
Masters: It's BS! Newsome is on the ropes now....CRIMSON AND WEEZLE NODDING TO EACH OTHER AS THEY EACH GRAB A WRIST AND FIRE THE BIG MAN OFF....
Daniels: Newsome's footsteps sound like thunder on that mat....NEWSOME HITS THE ROPES....WEEZLE AND BLAZE AT THE READY FOR A TAG TEAM MOVE....BUT NEWSOME EXPLODES WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE PUTTING BOTH MEN DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!!
-THE FANS TURN IN TO ALL OUT BOOS AS NEWSOME DECIMATES BLAZE AND WEEZLE....AND THEN TURNS BACK AROUND TO LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM, FURIOUS....-
Masters: HA. See what happens?! Now he's REALLY mad!
Daniels: I don't disagree....Joshua Newsome didn't appreciate those albeit brief double team tactics....and now he's got Crimson Blaze by the throat....AND THE SIX FOOT FIVE MONSTER JUST RIPS HIM OFF THE MAT BY HIS NECK....
Masters: Blaze is in deep doodoo here! He's trying to pry the big man's hand off....HE KICKS HIM LOW TOO....BUT NEWSOME HOLDS ON....REACHES WITH HIS OTHER HAND TO GRAB CRIMSON BY THE TRUNKS AND JACKS HIM UP....OOOOH!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN IN SYMPATHY AS NEWSOME DRILLS CRIMSON BLAZE WITH A BIG TIME CHOKESLAM!!!!-
Daniels: Oh my....Blaze just got pancaked....and Newsome is already going for the cover....
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Masters: AND OF COURSE....THERE'S WEEZLE FOR THE SAVE!!!! THESE TWO ARE IN CAHOOTS!!!!
Daniels: Weezle was saving the match for himself if anything, I can guarantee you that! Weezle with the double axe handle to Newsome.....and Newsome is up.....but that only served to make him even madder....WEEZLE NOT STICKING AROUND THOUGH....TAKES A CHARGE AT THE OPPOSITE ROPES AND BOUNCES OFF.....WEEZLE REBOUNDING AND LEAPS, DRILLING NEWSOME WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!
-The fans pop that!!!!-
Masters: ...I don't believe it! That took newsome down!!!!
Daniels: Joshua Newsome perhaps thought that kick would have little effect....instead he ate it big time....he's back up to a knee though....WEEZLE REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES AGAIN....BIG TIME SHINING WIZARD!!!!
-WEEZLE'S KNEE MAKES AN AUDIBLE CRACK AGAINST THE SIDE OF NEWSOME'S HEAD....AND THE BIG MAN COLLAPSES!!!!-
Masters: THAT DORK CRIMSON BLAZE IS UP ON THE CORNER HERE....HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S SEEING STARS.....WHERE ARE HIS "JUGGALOS" NOW?!?
Daniels: Not so fast....Crimson is pulling himself up....Weezle turning now and seeing him....both men coming toward the center of the ring now....BLAZE CHARGES....WEEZLE SWINGS BUT CRIMSON DUCKS....REBOUNDS....WEEZLE LEAPFROGS HIM ON THE RETURN....BLAZE REBOUNDING AGAIN AND WEEZLE NAILS HIM WITH AN ARM DR- NO!!!!
-CRIMSON GETS ARM DRAGGED BUT LANDS ON HIS FEET....THE FANS POP THE SPOT AS CRIMSON LEAPS UP HIGH AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND WEEZLE'S HEAD....WEEZLE TUMBLES FORWARD AND BLAZE FALLS BACKWARDS OVER THE ROPES, HURRICANRANA SENDING WEEZLE OVER THE TOP AS WELL....BUT BLAZE HANGS ON!!!!-
Masters: Wow....Weezle just got dumped on the floor hard!!!
Daniels: Blaze holding the top rope and looking back over his shoulder at Weezle....he's up now Weezle is up.....Blaze sizing him up too....CRIMSON BLAZE BOUNCES OFF THE BOTTOM ROPE AND MOONSAULTS ONTO WEEZLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!
-THE FANS BLOW UP....CRIMSON TAKES A MOMENT TO GET TO HIS FEET BUT ONCE HE DOES HE THROWS HIS ARMS OUT IN ANOTHER 'X' AT THE FANS!!!!-
Masters: Okay, okay that was impressive....but here comes daddy!!!!
Daniels: ....JOSHUA NEWSOME IS UP TO HIS FEET IN THE RING....AND....AND HE JUST LEANS OVER THE TOP ROPE TO GRAB CRIMSON UP BY THE HAIR AND RIP HIM BACK UP ON TO THE APRON LIKE A RAG DOLL!!!!
Masters: Wait a sec....CRIMSON TURNS AND STARTS FIRING RIGHT FOREARMS AT NEWSOME....NEWSOME LETS GO....BLAZE GRABS THE TOP ROPE AND FLINGS HIMSELF OVER....LEGS AROUND NEWSOME'S HEAD HE TURNS NEWSOME AROUND....BUT "THE MOUNTAIN MAN" SAYS FUCK THAT SHIT AND SPIKES HIM WITH A BIG TIME POWERBOMB!!!!!
-THE FANS HEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT!!!!!-
Daniels: Blaze going to the well one too many times already....Newsome not letting up....he grabs Crimson Blaze up off the mat....AND PULLS HIM UP OVER HIS OWN SHOULDER....NEWSOME LOOKING OUT AT THE FANS WITH THE FAINTEST HINT OF A SMILE....CRIMSON TRYING TO WIGGLE OUT BUT JOSHUA NEWSOME PUTS HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE SHOULDERBREAKER!!!!
-BLAZE BOUNCES OFF NEWSOME'S KNEE AND LANDS FLAT ON HIS BACK, SCREAMING IN PAIN....THE FANS ARE ALL OVER NEWSOME....WHO DROPS A BIG TIME LEG DROP ON CRIMSON'S THROAT!!!!!-
Daniels: The ref dropping to count....BUT NEWSOME ISN'T DONE YET....HE PICKS CRIMSON UP OFF THE MAT YET AGAIN....AND I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS.....
Masters: NEITHER DO I BECAUSE WEEZLE IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROP FROM THE OTHER APRON....NEWSOME DOESN'T SEE HIM.....HE TURNS AROUND HOLDING CRIMSON BY THE HAIR....WEEZLE LEAPS OFF AND HOOKS HIS HEAD....SPIKING THE BIG MAN WITH A HUUUUUGE TORNADO DDT!!!!
-THE FANS POP AGAIN....WEEZLE HOLDS ON TO THE DDT AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND NEWSOME'S LARGE BODY....-
Daniels: WEEZLE HOLDING ON AFTER THE FACT....AND HE'S GOT NEWSOME IN A BODY SCISSORS NOW....WEEZLE CALLS THIS THE MOLE MASTERS....WEEZLE HAS THE GIGANTIC JOSHUA NEWSOME IN HIS SUBMISSION FINISHER.....
Masters: NEWSOME FLAILING....HOW THE HELL IS THIS SCRAWNY LITTLE RAT HOLDING ON?!?!
Daniels: HE'S STRUGGLING BUT HE'S NOT LETTING GO....NEWSOME IS REACHING FOR THE ROPES BUT HE'S ABOUT A FOOT AWAY....
Masters: Weezle's a tough little bastard! He's holding on for everything he's got....AND NEWSOME....NEWSOME'S HAND IS HOVERING OVER THE MAT....IS HE TRYING TO GRAB THE ROPES OR IS HE GONNA TAP?!? DON'T TELL ME HE'S GONNA TAP!!!!
Daniels: He just might!!! Newsome isn't even closet to breaking the hold....EVEN THOUGH HE'S NOT PUSHING HIMSELF AND WEEZLE UP OFF THE MAT WITH ONE MASSIVE ARM....HE'S CLOSER NOW BUT HE STILL DOESN'T HAVE IT.....AND WE- OH WOW!!!!
-THE FANS GASP AND BLOW UP AS CRIMSON BLAZE HITS HIS OWN TOP ROPE MOVE ON WEEZLE.....A PICTURE PERFECT SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!!!!!-
Masters: .....WOW.
Daniels: That's what I said!!!! WEEZLE LETTING GO FOR SURE NOW AND HOLDING HIS FACE ON THE MAT....CRIMSON BLAZE JUST HIT A SPECTACULAR MOVE ON WEEZLE FORCING HIM TO LET GO OF NEWSOME....
Masters: "The Mountain Man" obviously got some of that too....he's stirring and holding his head from that Mole....and look at this Crimson's arm is a bit limp from that shoulderbreaker but he's still in this thing!!! I HATE GIVING CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.
Daniels: Crimson Blaze has no quit in him...."The Mountain Man" is to his feet now....Crimson Blaze is standing and facing him....NEWSOME LOOKS LIKE HE'S GOING TO SNAP....
Masters: BLAZE IS IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE HERE AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE KNOWS IT....NEWSOME TAKING A CHARGE....BUT BLAZE DUCKS AND HITS HIM WITH A DROP TOEHOLD!!!!
Daniels: Crimson Blaze making it look easy here.....Newsome is on all fours....BLAZE NOT SKIPPING A BEAT STREAKS AND HITS THE OPPOSITE ROPES....NEWSOME PULLING HIMSELF UP IN THE CORNER.....AND HE TURNS INTO A HUGE KNEE LIFT IN THE CORNER!!!!
Masters: Blaze hooking the head now....HE'S GONNA TAKE A RUN....BLAZE RUNS OUT OF THE CORNER WITH NEWSOME'S HEAD TRAPPED LOOKING FOR A BULLDOG....BUT NEWSOME STOPS SHORT AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE WHOLE DAMN RING!!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN AGAIN AS BLAZE SPLATS ON THE MAT AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING....AND THEN POP AS WEEZLE HITS A BIG TIME ENZIGURI OUT OF NOWHERE ON NEWSOME!!!!!-
Masters: ....HOLY SHIT!!!!
Daniels: TIMBERRRRR! NEWSOME JUST FELL OVER LIKE A REDWOOD....AND WEEZLE IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROPE AGAIN.....WEEZLE.....CALLING OUT TO THE FANS BRIEFLY BEFORE LAUNCHING HIMSELF AND HITTING AN ELBOW DROP STRAIGHT TO THE HEART OF "THE MOUNTAIN MAN"!!!!!
Masters: You can't tell me that Joshua Newsome has a heart!!!! But....IT LOOKS LIKE THAT HURT WELL ENOUGH....WEEZLE IS HOOKING THAT HUGE LEG OF NEWSOME'S....THERE'S THE REF......
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Daniels: NO.....NEWSOME THROWS WEEZLE OFF!!!! WEEZLE LANDS ON ALL FOURS AND POPS BACK UP....NEWSOME SPINNING UP TO HIS FEET....WEEZLE TAKES A RUN....AND NEWSOME LEAPS UP CRASHING DOWN ON THE FIVE FOOT TEN WEEZLE....LOU THESZ PRESS!!!! NEWSOME IS DRILLING WEEZLE ON THE MAT WITH BIG TIME RIGHT HANDS!!!!
Masters: HA HA HA.....COVER UP WEEZLE....BEFORE NEWSOME MAKES YOU EVEN UGLIER!!!!!
Daniels: JOSHUA NEWSOME IS JUST MAULING WEEZLE ON THE MAT....AND FINALLY HE LETS UP....NEWSOME LETTING UP OFF OF WEEZLE....HE THROWS HIS ARMS OUT AND ROARS!!!!
-THE FANS ARE ALL OVER HIM!!!!-
Masters: JOSHUA NEWSOME IS A REAL MAN....WHILE WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE ARE TWO MOSQUITO'S FLYING AROUND HIS FACE!!!!
Daniels: I wouldn't go that far....but Joshua Newsome is damn impressive....look here Crimson Blaze is finally puling himself into the ring.....Newsome already spotting him....he grabs Crimson by the head and drags him back in....AND THEN DROPS A KNEE ON BLAZE'S NECK!!!!!
Masters: AND NOW HE'S STOMPING HIM!!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!!!
Daniels: CRIMSON BLAZE FLOPPING AROUND WITH EACH STOMP....WEEZLE HOLDING HIS FACE AS HE WOBBLES UP TO HIS FEET....NEWSOME SWITCHES HIS FOCUS AGAIN.....AND GRAB'S WEEZLE'S HEAD TO SPIN HIM AROUND.....
Masters: SAY GOODNIGHT WEEZLE!!!!!
Daniels: A DAZED WEEZLE CERTAINLY LOOKS TO BE IN TROUBLE HERE.....NEWSOME WITH HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS....HE JACKS WEEZLE UP IN THE AIR....SPINS....AND POWERBOMBS HIM ON TOP OF CRIMSON BLAZE!!!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN....AND HEEL ALL OVER NEWSOME!!!!!-
Masters: Look at that.....PURE DOMINACE!!!! WEEZLE IS LAID OUT FLAT ON TOP OF BLAZE....BOTH MEN ON THER BACKS....AND NEWSOME MAKES THE COVER!!!!!
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Daniels: NO!!!!! BOTH MEN THROW THEIR SHOULDERS UP!!!!!
-THE FANS ROAR FOR WEEZLE AND CRIMSON....AND A CHANT STARTS UP FOR BOTH OF THEM!!!!-
Masters: I don't believe it.....LOOK AT JOSHUA HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER....DAMNIT!!!!!
Daniels: BOTH CRIMSON AND WEEZLE ARE WORLD CLASS ATHLETES.....AND NEITHER ONE OF THESE MEN WILL DIE!!!!!
Masters: Now I'm the one who wouldn't go that far!!!! Newsome is pissed....HE'S GOT BOTH OF THEM BY THE HEAD....AND....HE PULLS BOTH OF THEM UP OFF THE MAT!!!!
Daniels: WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE ARE BOTH WOBBLY....NEWSOME SNARLING AS HE HOLDS BOTH OF THEM BY THE HAIR.....WHAT IS HE- WAIT A MINUTE CRIMSON AND WEEZLE BOTH KICK LOW ON NEWSOME.....BOTH MEN HOOK THE ARM.....AND DOUBLE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX THE BIG MAN!!!!!!
-THE FANS POP IT!!!!-
Daniels: WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE WORKING TOGETHER ONE MORE TIME TO TAKE DOWN JOSHUA NEWSOME....THEY'RE BOTH UP NOW....AND WEEZLE HOOKS UP CRIMSON FROM BEHIND.....BEAUTIFUL GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!
-THE FANS POP THAT TOO!!!!-
Masters: Damn....Blaze just got folded.....Weezle isn't messing around either.....WEEZLE UP TO THE TOP AGAIN....AND IMMEDIATELY LEAPS, NAILING CRIMSON WITH A FROG SPLASH ON THE MAT!!!!!
Daniels: There's the ref again.....WEEZLE HOOKING BOTH LEGS....
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Daniels: CRIMSON BLAZE KICKS OUT!!!!!
Masters: Weezle slapping the mat in frustration here.....he rolls off of Crimson and drags him up to his feet by his arm.....AND NOW BOTH ARMS....
Daniels: THE RAT TRAP....WEEZLE LOOKING FOR THE RAT TRAP.....NO!!!! CRIMSON BREAKS FREE AND STARTS FIRING RIGHT HANDS AT WEEZLE!!!!
Masters: Weezle isn't taking it.....HE'S FIRING BACK.....BOTH MEN NOW BRAWLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!!
-THE FANS ARE INTO IT AS BOTH MEN TRADE SHOTS!!!!-
Daniels: WEEZLE GETTING THE UPPER HAND HERE.....HE GRABS BLAZE UP BY THE WRIST AND SHOOTS HIM TO THE OPPOSITE SET OF ROPES....BALZE REBOUNDS AND WEEZLE READY- BUT BLAZE LEAPS UP AND SPINS AROUND HIM....AGAIN AND AGAIN.....AND OUT OF NOWHERE HE HITS AN ACE CRUSHER ON WEEZLE!!!!!
-THE FANS REALLY LOVE THAT SPOT!!!!!-
Masters: ......DAMN.
Daniels: Ladies and gentlemen my broadcast partner Ron Simmons.....CRIMSON BLAZE BACK TO HIS FEET....UH OH.....JOSHUA NEWSOME IS BACK IN THIS THING AND BLAZE HAS NO IDEA.....AND BEFORE HE CAN TURN AROUND "THE MOUNTAIN MAN" JOSHUA NEWSOME GRABS HIM UP IN THE CHAINSAW CHOKE!!!!!!
-THE FANS ARE ALL OUT HEAT AGAIN AS BLAZE FLAILS.....-
Daniels: The fans explode!
Masters: damn it!
Daniels: BLAZE WRIGGLES FREE AND TURNS STRAIGHT INTO A CRIMSON DEATH... NEWSOME IS DOWN!
Masters: I can't watch
The crowd explodes as Blaze runs to the ropes and jumps in a backflip
Daniels: HOLY SHOT!!!
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Daniels: It's over! Crmison Blaze takes the win, and against the biggest and strongest man in the contest!
Mountain Man, too late, throws Crimson Blaze off, he gets to his feet at the same time as Weezle, all three men now standing in the ring. Crimson smiles and heads to the turnbuckle to bask in his victory. Mountain Man, like so many times recently, looks on, dissapointed. He stares at the canvas and moves towards the ropes, dejected. Just as he reaches them though a new, unknown song blasts through the stereo
Daniels: I've never heard that song before, who's this?
A few seconds pass, all eyes on the screen door, but it doesnt split, back in the ring though a change seems to have come over Mountain Man. As soon as the music played his head snapped up, looking towards the stage. He nodded his head and his face, now a vision of anger, looks back into the ring at Weezle steadying himself
Daniels: I don't know what that music is, but it seems to have brought Mountain Man back to life... Weezle, get out of the wa... too late
Boos reign down as Mountain Man kicks the weary weazle in the gut and grabs the doubled over man in a chicken wing
Daniels: Oh god
Mountain Man unleashes a great low rumbling scream as he performs the Fallen Timber, standing straight back up and hunting down Blaze, who is looking at him from his position on the turnbuckle. Quick thinking, Blaze jumps to the top turnbuckle and twists in mid-air, wrapping his legs around Newsomes head in a huricanrana.
Masters: THIS is more like it, GO NEWSOME!
Mountain Man stops Blazes momentum dead, keeping a hold of Blazes legs Blaze lifts himself up into a powerbomb position to try and get more leverage, Mountain Man grabs Blazes head down though before turning, his back to the turnbuckle....
Masters: ROCKSLIDE! We do NOT see that move enough out of him
Daniels: We shouldn't be seeing it at all, the match is over, Joshua lost
Masters: That is as maybe, but whatever that music is that's playing over the speakers it seems to have revatilised him, i've not seen him look so dominant in years
Mountain Man steps over the top rope while the song still plays in the background, head now held high, instead of going up the ramp he walks to the side of it, going back through the staging area.
Daniels: Yet another mystery, at a time when Mountain Man should be at his lowest, losing his closest confidant in Tim Timmons something seems to have brought out the old monster in Joshua Newsome. But it came at the expense of the debuting Weezle and the winner of this match Crimson Blaze.
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Daniels: Next tonight we have another backstage interview with one of the new roster. We can only hope it doesn't turn out like the last one. News coming in is that Jess Starr is at the hospital and suffering a broken jaw, we may not see her back here for at least a month
Masters: Such a cute girl, but maybe she should take this as her cue that she isn't ready for the world of wrestling broadcasting
Daniels: Or maybe cocky new starts shouldn't try to make their name by taking out our staff
Masters: I hope you're next
Daniels: Die already
Masters: WhhHHHAA....
Daniels: Anyway, time to go backstage for the interview
(The scene opens up backstage at The Colosseum with Jenny Jacobs and newest competitor "The Star" Jason Xavier)
Jenny Jacobs: Ladies and Gentlemen, here I am at The Colosseum and here with me is Jason Xavier, now Jason you have come out of nowhere onto the wrestling scene here in EWA and rave reviews have been sent by not only fans but wrestling magazines, how have you been feeling the pressure of being in EWA?
Jason Xavier: Pressure can only affect you by your own state of mind, and my mind is on a high. I have the adrenaline rush flowing through me and constant positives thoughts. You see soon I will be making my debut and once you all witness that, you will know what I'm not just cool but I am the main attraction of EWA.
Jenny Jacobs: Your debut hasn't been confirmed yet, is there anyone on the roster you'd like to face first, or any preferred match?
Jason Xavier: It doesn't matter who I face, the outcome will always be the same. I will win, debut with a win and put the entire roster on notice. I am going to earn my spot on the roster, it's time to single out who is the "best" from the rest and believe me, I will be top of that list. My words are the truth, and my Talent will shine.
Jenny Jacobs: Thank you for your time, Jason and good luck
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Daniels: Short and sweet, it's hard to get a read on new wrestler Jason Xavier
Masters: Not impressed, do something like Nick Anderson or Jasons namesake Xavier Reid... that'll impress me
Daniels: Shut up you horrible old man
Masters: Jesus, did you just channel the spirit of Jess Starr there? What kind of insult was that?
Daniels: I'm tired... sorry
Masters: Well there's plenty of night to go
The screens around the arena burst into life and Mike King is shown walking down the hallway from the locker room to the stage. He is wearing a trench coat over his ring gear, a torn up pair of red and blue tights over a pair of solid black tights covered by boots.
Mike King: Bangkok, Oriental setting and the city don't know that the city is getting. The creme de la creme of the chess world in a show with everything but Yul Brynner. Time flies, doesn't seem a minute since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it.All change, don't you know that when you play at this level there's no ordinary venue.
King pauses and looks at a few girls lining the hallway.
King: It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or
King kisses the hand of one of the ladies.
King: Or this place!
A choral group appears out of nowhere to join King.
Chorus: One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster, the bars are temples but the pearls ain't free. You'll find a god in every golden cloister and if you're lucky then the god's a she. I can feel an angel sliding up to me
King walks towards the chorus.
King: One town's very like another, when your head's down over your pieces, brother.
The chorus walks toward King.
Chorus: It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity to be looking at the board, not looking at the city.
King moves closer to the chorus.
King: Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town...
The chorus moves closer to King.
Chorus: Tea, girls, warm, sweet some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite.
King: Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist whose every move's among the purest. I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.
Chorus: One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble, not much between despair and ecstasy. One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble, can't be too careful with your company. I can feel the devil walking next to me...
King is cut off as Jenny Jacobs walks over to King.
Jacobs: Uh, what is this?
King looks at Jenny as the chorus disappears.
King: Oh, this is how I prepare for a match. You know like Muhammad Ali would say "The champ is here" while his trainers and handlers would drum it like in the Will Smith movie?
Jacobs: I guess.
King: Yeah, look, i know you know me Jenny, but for all those that are meeting me for the first time my name is Mike King and I am "El Neuvo Rey de Martinete." Some call me "El Rudo Raro." Others call me Mike King.
Jacobs: A new name for an old hand
Before King can respond Jenny continues
Jacobs: Aren't you facing Ryan Shane tonight?
King smirks again.
King: Yes I am.
Jacobs: Then why are you doing that, don't you know you need 110% to face him.
King's smirk disappears.
King: Don't you think i know that Jenny? It takes 1000% to face RyShane and I bring it. He and I use to be friends, use to be allies, use to be like, like brothers. They he pisses it all away over Brian Kirkland's vision of Youthful Aggression which was different than his. Then he makes it personal by playing mind-games with my girlfriend at the time. I know how he works Jen and I am ready. I may not have done 1,000 Hindu squats tonight in the locker room, I might not have done 30 minutes of cardio on an exercise bike or elliptical but I am stretched out and ready to face him.
King walks away and continues his march towards the stage.
Daniels: I know Mike King is a wacky character and all but what the hell was that?
Masters: First off Jared, he is "El Rudo Raro" after spending sometime in Mexico. And second, I have no bloody idea what he was doing there. Maybe mind games with Shane.
Daniels: Well as you could see he was making his way to the ring, so that can only mean one thing
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RYAN SHANE vs MIKE KING
Fabian: "THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS GOING TO BE A BLOOD BATH FROM THE COMBAT ZONE! YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BETTER HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATS!!!!!”
"People Say……that god is dead……..but how can they think that…..if I show them the devil?”
The lights in the arena dim while the quote from the The Exorcism of Emily Rose blasts through the speakers as "Been to Hell" by Hollywood Undead plays underneath, the lights in the Colosseum going wild in white and blood red flashes. As the body of the song begins, the three screens on the stage burst to life with a video of Ryan’s signature logo and clips of his devastating style, the screen turned door opens letting out a thick fog of smoke that flashes with white strobe lights. Out from it enters Ryan Shane followed in tow by his personal assistant, Ms. Fontaine. Ryan wears Black, gray and red camo cargo shorts and a Ryan Shane t-shirt. His eyes are covered by a pair of his signature aviator shades, Ms. Fontaine dressed in a purple thigh-length dress.
Fabian: "INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY MS. CASSIDY FONTAINE, FROM NIAGARA FALLS, ONTARIO, CANADA! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT 225lbs, HE IS "THE STRAIGHT EDGE CURSE”, THIS IS RYAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!”
The doors behind them close again as Ryan stops in the center of the entrance ramp, looking to both sides at the fans up around him, as well as standing on both sides of the ramp, taking in their hatred as his own energy, then continues to the ring. On his way down, Ryan cups his hands around his mouth, yelling "BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!", throwing his hands out and looking up half-way through. He climbs onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Ms. Fontaine to enter first, then leaping over the top rope into the ring. He storms to the turnbuckle, climbing it and throwing his forearms into an X before jumping back down and waiting until his music dies.
Daniels: "The fury…..the pure rage built up behind the eyes of Ryan Shane would be lethal if he didn’t shield them away with the aviator sunglasses on his face.”
William: "He’s got Mike King in his head. Normally, that would put King at a major advantage, but Ryan’s head is one place nobody wants to be locked in. This is going to be brutal.”
The opening of "Oh No you Didn't" pumps through the arena as the lights dim. An orange light points to the stage and Mike King slowly walks out to the ring and looks out to Ryan, he too sporting a look that could kill. King enters the ring and looks determined to fight, determined to take a piece of Ryan with him.
Fabian: "His opponent, from Flagstaff, Arizona! He weighs in tonight at 215lbs! He is "El Neuvo Rey de Martinete, El Rudo Raro”, HE IS MIKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!”
The crowd lets both men know their disdain for them as they begin to circle the ring, a death stare locked between the two of them. The ref calls for the bell, and they charge at each other, immediately starting a fist fight, seeing both men connecting with brutal right after right, neither man backing down as the crowd goes wild with blood lust!
William: "Break his jaw Ryan!”
Daniels: "William, you’re supposed to be impartial and i can't believe you said that after what happened to poor Jess Starr earlier tonight at the hands of Nick Anderson”
William: " We covered my feelings on Andersons awesome intro earlier...and are you really going to wait until now to judge me on my favoritism? Ryan wins matches, I side with winners!”
Daniels: "King owns a win of Ryan in singles competition, only three people can say that!”
William: "And Ryan owns a win over King, and plenty can say that!”
Despite William’s cheering, it is King who gains the advantage after connecting with a perfectly placed elbow strike to Ryan’s steel gray eye. Ryan stumbles back, then blindly throws a punch to which King catches, turning into a hammerlock, the Crue Bar!
Daniels: "A Crue Bar locked onto Ryan Shane who grabs at his shoulder, the hold putting strain on the joint!”
Ryan claps his shoulder quickly before turning, going under his arm and straightening it out. As opposed to locking in a hammerlock of his own, he throws a straight right fist into King’s face! King lets go of the hold and Ryan in turn grabs his arm, pulling King into a wicked Lariat! King’s head smacks off the mat and Shane covers early!
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King forcefully throws his shoulder up, raking Ryan’s eyes as he does. Ryan again goes to his right eye which King had hit before, taking two steps back, allowing King to rise up to his feet. He hits two more punches to Ryan’s forehead before connecting with two open hand slaps, followed by a spinning backhand slap, then a roundhouse kick!
Daniels: "What a combo, King calls that-”
William: "OH NO YOU DIDN’T!”
Daniels: "……………..”
William: "What? It’s a humorous name.”
King isn’t done as he runs to the corner, leaping and turning, connecting with a corkscrew blockbuster!
Daniels: "YES HE DID!”
William: "Really?”
Daniels: "Alright, I give, it is humorous.”
As they land, Ryan’s legs shoot intot he air, King hooking them with his own in a pin!
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Ryan breaks the hold, rising up to a seated position and taking a few breaths. He reaches into the pocket on his cargo shorts just as King walks over, bending down to grab him.
Daniels: "What’s Ryan looking for?”
William: "Do you need to ask? There it is! Railroad Spike right between the eyes!”
As Mike bends down, Ryan thrusts his arm up, hitting a spike shot on the forehead of Mike King, King falling back. Ryan pushes himself up to his feet, holding the spike up into the air before tossing it out of the ring, Ms. Fontaine picking it up herself and hiding it away for safe keeping. King moves his hand to reveal that he is a bloody mess, the crimson mask covering him already. Ryan runs his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end.
Daniels: "Ryan is making his way to the corner? Really? We rarely see Ryan Shane attempt any maneuver from the top-rope, this is rare.”
William: "Ryan may have taken to the smash mouth style, but don’t forget at one point he was an amazing high-flyer. We could see one of those shooting star presses, or even that top-tope Bite the fuckin’ curb stomps!”
Ryan climbs the ropes with his back facing the ring, motioning that he is attempting a moonsault! Instinctively, King runs to the ropes, falling on the top rope with his full weight, breaking Shane’s footing as he falls on his groin on the turnbuckle! He falls back, his legs hooked in a tree of woe! King runs, landing a knee into Ryan’s head!
Daniels: "That’s one Wild & Crazy Knee!”
The impact flips Ryan over, his face landing on the bottom turnbuckle as King bounces off of the ropes, kicking Ryan in the back of the head with the Curb Kick! Ryan rolls over unconscious! This is it! King pulls him away from the ropes and covers!
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Ryan gets his shoulder up, Mike sitting up wide-eyed, not believing the match wasn’t over. He picks the near limp Ryan up to his feet, drops of blood hitting the mat from Mike’s forehead and now Ryan’s mouth. Mike drags Ryan to the corner, lifting him up to a seated position on the top rope!
Daniels: "Desperation by Mike King! I thought it was over too! What a war!”
Masters: "I don’t even want to know what King is planning!”
King soon follows, up to the top. He places Ryan’s head between his legs and hooks the arms!
Daniels: "No, not this! King is setting up for the Martinete Especial, the double-underhook piledriver! From the top-rope he’s sure to break Ryan’s neck! He’s trying to kill the man!”
King attempts to hoist Ryan up, but Ryan fights it off with his few traces of strength, managing to remove his arm from King’s grasp and hook it around his waist, pushing himself off of the ropes with a big top-rope spinebuster maneuver, both men landing extremely hard, laying broken on the mat. The ref looks between the two, throwing his hands up as he begins to count them both out.
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King slowly rises to his feet, as does Ryan using support from the ropes. Ryan places his hands on his head, letting a roar off into the air before delivering a vicious Roundhouse kick to the temple of King! King stumbles back, rebounding off of the ropes and smashing Shane in the face with a Metallica Kick! Shane does the same, rebounding off of the ropes and connecting with a Yakuza kick of his own! King stumbles back, rebounds, and throws another kick but Ryan isn’t fazed! In fact, the kick seems to have wakened Ryan up! Another roar and Ryan kicks King in the gut!
Daniels: "He’s gone into another state of being! King in the Pumphandle position, and Ryan drives his neck down on his knee! Cursebreaker version 2!”
Masters: "It’s not over yet! Ryan still has a hold of his neck! Arm over the shoulder, Ryan hoists King into the air…………BAM! Drops him down with a vicious Brainbuster!”
Daniels: "Wait, he’s still not done!”
Ryan rolls through after the brainbuster, picking King back up and twisting him into an inverted facelock position. He lifts King into the, spins a full 360 and drops down, slamming King’s head into the mat!
Daniels: "MOMENT OF CLARITY! How longs has it been since we’ve seen that?!?!”
Ryan hooks the bloody King’s leg, tightening his grip as the ref drops down!
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"Been to Hell” blasts through the speakers again as Ryan lets go of the grip, rolling onto the mat next to King, his chest heaving with each breath. Despite their hatred for both men, the crowd rises to their feet, applauding both fighters for the amazing competition they have put on and for the sacrifices they have made during it.
Fabian: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER, RYAAAAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!"
After a few minutes, Ryan rolls to the ropes, using them as a crutch again to stand to his feet, wobbling and making it to the center of the ring, finally catching himself. He looks out, stunned at the sea of fans around him and their applause. Ryan shakes his head, ignoring the ovation for his fighting, dropping down to the mat, obviously troubled by something as he rolls under the ropes, walking to the back with Ms. Fontaine at his tail. Ryan turns back to the ring, then turns and marches through the doors, the camera follows him up the ramp and to the back, Shane turns and tries to push the cameraman away, but he relentlessly persues him, Shane, looking troubled, turns to the camera and yells
Shane: MOVE, or so help me what hapened Reid did to Buck ealier will be a PICNIC compared to how you end up
The camera man backs off a few steps but follows on
Daniels: A rare here into what happens after the competitors leave the arena after a match
Masters: Weird little bit this... ahhh, i'm being told that Buck Evans was supposed to have some time here regarding his match at Retalliation against Alexander Slate... as that isn;t happening Manning has decided to give fans this little glimps
Daniels: Maybe Shane wasn't the best man to do it with
Shane continues to walk until suddenly he finds himself, face-to-face, with the blond newcomer known as Natalie Burrows. The Southern Belle frowns softly as she raises a hand as if to place it on your shoulder.
Natalie: Excuse me, sir--
Ryan's angered march is halted by the words of the blonde woman, his gray eyes locking upon her but he does not seem to make eye contact, just stares. He is completely silent. Natalie smiles awkwardly.
Natalie: I-I just wanted to know if--
Ryan: Do I really look like I'm in the right state of mind to answer your question?
Natalie: W-Well, I--
Ryan rolls his eyes, obviously irritated.
Ryan: Spit it out.
Natalie: A-Alright… M-Mister, Shane, are you--
Ryan lets out an aggravated grunt, having enough with the bumbling Natalie.
Ryan: Fuck this! The last thing I need today is some country blonde Barbie breathing my fucking life away! I'm tasting my own god damn blood right now thanks to a King curb stomp, I got hours on the road to face tonight! Why don't you go.....I don't know, waste away on some moonshine somewhere or something and leave me to my sulking!
In the face of Ryan's outburst, Natalie's lower lip quivers… but she holds firm, her tone still wavering as she finally gets her words out.
Natalie: …I just wanted to know if you're okay, or if you needed someone to talk to.
Ryan's right eyebrow raises just slightly, his rage resulting in heaving breaths. He takes one final breath, turning his head slightly as he leans in to her.
Ryan: ......Someone to.......talk to? To talk to? I need a new home not a fucking shoulder! I don't need a friend, I don't NEED anyone! I never HAD anyone! I'm not some weak-minded, weak-willed zombie like the rest of you! I'm better than that!
Ryan shook his head in the anger, yelling out again before looking back at Natalie with a wild disposition.
Ryan: If you wanted to talk me through crisis you're thirteen years too late!
As he continues to rage at her, the Southern Belle's own eyes actually narrow into the closest to a glare that anyone could have ever guessed her capable of giving. Ultimately, though, she sighs and shakes her head a little.
Natalie: My offer still stands for when you've calmed down, Mister Shane. For what it's worth, I hope things work out for you in the meantime.
Ryan's face contorts into a mesh of confusion and helplessness to this strange reaction. Never had he seen such a strong will in the face of his verbal attacks. He shakes off the facade, slanting his eyebrows further in a glare.
Ryan: I'll take my own life before I take help from someone like you.
Natalie: ...then I doubly hope things work out for you. The human race would have quite the hole in it without you.
Ryan says nothing, unable to answer to this response. He runs his eyes over the frame of this strange woman, thoughts racing through his mind. Should he strike again, should he leave? Ryan remains frozen in time, speechless as the Southern Belle offers up a faint smile.
Natalie: ...it seems that I can at least trust you not to do anything too rash, then. But please, do take care of yourself… and keep in mind that my offer is still on the table.
With that, the blonde takes her leave, nodding in parting at the baffled man as she goes. Ryan can only help but turn his head and follow her every move, studying this enigmatic creature before him. The rare moment where the cerebral Ryan Shane could not comprehend another had come and gone. His blank stare is all that can be seen as the camera finally fades to black
Daniels: Well we all know that the guys encounter each other backstage, but i doubt Shane, or us, were expecting that.
Masters: See, it's always a good idea to follow Ryan Shane
Daniels: Wait... i'm getting word that we have a camera at the hospital right now, we're goijg to shoot over there and see what's going on
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The screens in the Colosseum all show the same scene, the sterile interior of the local hospital, not ten minutes away from the arena. In front of us is a bed with the young Jess Starr sitting up in it, her Jaw is extremely swollen and her usually cute looks are instead marred by the injuries recieved. She has a doctor at the bedside with her
Doctor: Honestly, soon we're going to have to open the Empire ward just to deal with the amount of wrestlers we get through here now. You know what else, this is one of the worst breaks i've ever seen, i do not see how this can be legal.
Jess just looks on sadly unable to speak
Doctor: Your boss said he will be along after his ''show'' finishes and your mother is on her way right now, maybe she can talk some sense into you that this business you're in is simply not worth it. I hope the man that did this is severely dealt with. Just try to get some rest right now.
The doctor walks away, bringing the curtain around as he does, shielding the forlorn features of Jess Starr from the camera. He shakes his head as he walks past the camera. The camera follows him down the hall, at the end seaking is heard from an open door, the door is open a crack and we can just make out Karen Evans, she is talking to someone out of sight.
Karen: and you talked to him?
Unknown: Yeah, i'm here to see Buck and then i'm going to his office straight from the hospital. He's willing to go for our idea, but to make it work i have to get there tonight
Karen: And you're okay doing this
Unknown: Damn straight, i'll make sure Buck keeps that belt, don't worry
Karen: Good, okay, you can in and see him, i don't know if he's awake, but if he is don't let on how bad it is
Unknown: I won't. I'll leave straight after, i'll give you a call after the show, i called my next gig and cancelled it, i hope you have a bed for a few weeks
Karen: Sure we do, just get in there and get this sorted. Remember, i don't give a damn about Xavier, his time will come, Alexander Slate is out number one priority
Unknown: Noted, see you tonight
The screen fades to black and frames back out to the Colosseum
Daniels: Who the hell is Karen talking to, and what do they mean it's sorted?
Masters: Stop with the damn questions, you heard, they'll be here tonight, so we'll find out then
Daniels: Just doing my job William, you should try it sometime, anyway. Out next contest of the evening is due up, and this is one i've really been looking forward to
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TRIPLE THREAT IMPERIAL INDUCTION MATCH
WEEZLE vs MOUNTAIN MAN vs CRIMSON BLAZE
Fabian: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A TRIPLE THREAT SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL....
-THE FANS GET AMPED UP...."The Everlasting Gaze” by the Smashing Pumpkins hits....AND THE FANS GIVE IT UP BIG TIME FOR WEEZLE! -
Fabian: MAXING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST....FROM OTTAWA CANADA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....MAKING HIS EWA DEBUT THIS IS WEEZLE!!!!
-Weezle pops out of the back to an ovation from the crowd! He slaps a few hands on his way to the ring and then slides in, popping up in the middle of the ring....he throws his arms up at the fans and they give him a big time pop!-
Daniels: Weezle is a ten year veteran of the ring....a technical wizard in the ring, tonight is his first match as a part of our organization! What a coup for the EWA!
Masters: His name might be stupid, but he really does look like a Weasel!
Fabian: THE NEXT ENTRANT IN THIS MATCH....YOU KNOW HIM AS A FORMER WORLD TELEVISION AND TAG TEAM CHAMPION....WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS.....THIS IS CRIMSOOOOOON BLAAAAAAAZE!
-'Headstrong' by Trapt hits and the lights go out....THE FANS GIVE IT UP BIG TIME AS THE INTIALS K B HIT THE SCREEN.....THE MAN HIMSELF FINALLY APPEARS ON THE STAGE, LIFTING HIS ARMS UP IN AN 'X' SHAPE....RED AND WHITE PYRO SHOOTS OFF AT THE SAME TIME AND THE FANS ROAR!-
Daniels: This man is certainly a fan favorite....'The Aeiral Specialist' has held numberous titles since his debut in two thousand and six....
Masters: He's a string bean! Even I can take this guy!
Daniels: I doubt you'd say that if he came over here....luckily for you he's not....CRIMSON BLAZE JUST SPRINGBOARDED HIMSELF INTO THE RING....showing his fans that 'X' with his arms again....and lots of them are making the same motion back in a sign of respect!
-Another X, green this time, blows off behind Crimson as he climbs up on the middle rope and continues to point out and show his appreciation to his fans!-
Fabian: AND THEIR OPPONENT, THE LAST ENTRANT IN THIS MATCH....HAILING FROM THE OUTSKIRTS OF CLEVELAND, OHIO AND WEIGHING IN AT A STAGGERING THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS....."THE MOUNTAIN MAN" IS ON HIS WAY.....JOSHUA NEWWWWWWWSOOOOOOME!!!!!!
-THE FANS ADULATION TURNS TO ALL OUT HEAT AS "REDNECK" BY LAMB OF GOD HITS....JOSHUA NEWSOME COMES WALKING OUT OF THE BACK SLOWLY, HIS EYES FOCUSED ON THE RING....HE COMPLETELY IGNORES THE CROWD FOR THE POST PART AS HE GRABS THE TOP ROPE AND CLIMBS UP ON THE APRON, STARING AT WEEZLE AND CRIMSON....-
Daniels: This man is a monster. The six foot five Joshua Newsome....is a force to be reckoned with.
Masters: Oh man, Newsome is going to kill both of these turds....look at him staring them down....if they aren't scared they better get that way fast!!!!
-Newsome moves over the top rope and makes a move toward Fabian....Fabian bails and Newsome turns around slowly, glancing between Weezle and Blaze...-
Daniels: There's the bell....and we're ready go with this triple threat MATCH....AND LOOK AT THIS....RIGHT OFF THE BAT WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE START PUTTING IT TO NEWSOME!!!!
-THE FANS ROAR AS CRIMSON AND WEEZLE WORK TOGETHER WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS TO THE BIG MAN....NEWSOME STAGGERS A BIT BUT HE DOESN'T GO DOWN...-
Masters: Wow, they're teaming up?! That's cheating!!!!
Daniels: It's not cheating....it's a strategy....TAKE THIS BIGGEST GUY IN THE MATCH DOWN FIRST....LOOKS SMART TO ME!!!
Masters: It's BS! Newsome is on the ropes now....CRIMSON AND WEEZLE NODDING TO EACH OTHER AS THEY EACH GRAB A WRIST AND FIRE THE BIG MAN OFF....
Daniels: Newsome's footsteps sound like thunder on that mat....NEWSOME HITS THE ROPES....WEEZLE AND BLAZE AT THE READY FOR A TAG TEAM MOVE....BUT NEWSOME EXPLODES WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE PUTTING BOTH MEN DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!!
-THE FANS TURN IN TO ALL OUT BOOS AS NEWSOME DECIMATES BLAZE AND WEEZLE....AND THEN TURNS BACK AROUND TO LOOK AT BOTH OF THEM, FURIOUS....-
Masters: HA. See what happens?! Now he's REALLY mad!
Daniels: I don't disagree....Joshua Newsome didn't appreciate those albeit brief double team tactics....and now he's got Crimson Blaze by the throat....AND THE SIX FOOT FIVE MONSTER JUST RIPS HIM OFF THE MAT BY HIS NECK....
Masters: Blaze is in deep doodoo here! He's trying to pry the big man's hand off....HE KICKS HIM LOW TOO....BUT NEWSOME HOLDS ON....REACHES WITH HIS OTHER HAND TO GRAB CRIMSON BY THE TRUNKS AND JACKS HIM UP....OOOOH!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN IN SYMPATHY AS NEWSOME DRILLS CRIMSON BLAZE WITH A BIG TIME CHOKESLAM!!!!-
Daniels: Oh my....Blaze just got pancaked....and Newsome is already going for the cover....
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Masters: AND OF COURSE....THERE'S WEEZLE FOR THE SAVE!!!! THESE TWO ARE IN CAHOOTS!!!!
Daniels: Weezle was saving the match for himself if anything, I can guarantee you that! Weezle with the double axe handle to Newsome.....and Newsome is up.....but that only served to make him even madder....WEEZLE NOT STICKING AROUND THOUGH....TAKES A CHARGE AT THE OPPOSITE ROPES AND BOUNCES OFF.....WEEZLE REBOUNDING AND LEAPS, DRILLING NEWSOME WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!!
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Masters: ...I don't believe it! That took newsome down!!!!
Daniels: Joshua Newsome perhaps thought that kick would have little effect....instead he ate it big time....he's back up to a knee though....WEEZLE REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES AGAIN....BIG TIME SHINING WIZARD!!!!
-WEEZLE'S KNEE MAKES AN AUDIBLE CRACK AGAINST THE SIDE OF NEWSOME'S HEAD....AND THE BIG MAN COLLAPSES!!!!-
Masters: THAT DORK CRIMSON BLAZE IS UP ON THE CORNER HERE....HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S SEEING STARS.....WHERE ARE HIS "JUGGALOS" NOW?!?
Daniels: Not so fast....Crimson is pulling himself up....Weezle turning now and seeing him....both men coming toward the center of the ring now....BLAZE CHARGES....WEEZLE SWINGS BUT CRIMSON DUCKS....REBOUNDS....WEEZLE LEAPFROGS HIM ON THE RETURN....BLAZE REBOUNDING AGAIN AND WEEZLE NAILS HIM WITH AN ARM DR- NO!!!!
-CRIMSON GETS ARM DRAGGED BUT LANDS ON HIS FEET....THE FANS POP THE SPOT AS CRIMSON LEAPS UP HIGH AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND WEEZLE'S HEAD....WEEZLE TUMBLES FORWARD AND BLAZE FALLS BACKWARDS OVER THE ROPES, HURRICANRANA SENDING WEEZLE OVER THE TOP AS WELL....BUT BLAZE HANGS ON!!!!-
Masters: Wow....Weezle just got dumped on the floor hard!!!
Daniels: Blaze holding the top rope and looking back over his shoulder at Weezle....he's up now Weezle is up.....Blaze sizing him up too....CRIMSON BLAZE BOUNCES OFF THE BOTTOM ROPE AND MOONSAULTS ONTO WEEZLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!
-THE FANS BLOW UP....CRIMSON TAKES A MOMENT TO GET TO HIS FEET BUT ONCE HE DOES HE THROWS HIS ARMS OUT IN ANOTHER 'X' AT THE FANS!!!!-
Masters: Okay, okay that was impressive....but here comes daddy!!!!
Daniels: ....JOSHUA NEWSOME IS UP TO HIS FEET IN THE RING....AND....AND HE JUST LEANS OVER THE TOP ROPE TO GRAB CRIMSON UP BY THE HAIR AND RIP HIM BACK UP ON TO THE APRON LIKE A RAG DOLL!!!!
Masters: Wait a sec....CRIMSON TURNS AND STARTS FIRING RIGHT FOREARMS AT NEWSOME....NEWSOME LETS GO....BLAZE GRABS THE TOP ROPE AND FLINGS HIMSELF OVER....LEGS AROUND NEWSOME'S HEAD HE TURNS NEWSOME AROUND....BUT "THE MOUNTAIN MAN" SAYS FUCK THAT SHIT AND SPIKES HIM WITH A BIG TIME POWERBOMB!!!!!
-THE FANS HEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT!!!!!-
Daniels: Blaze going to the well one too many times already....Newsome not letting up....he grabs Crimson Blaze up off the mat....AND PULLS HIM UP OVER HIS OWN SHOULDER....NEWSOME LOOKING OUT AT THE FANS WITH THE FAINTEST HINT OF A SMILE....CRIMSON TRYING TO WIGGLE OUT BUT JOSHUA NEWSOME PUTS HIM DOWN WITH A HUGE SHOULDERBREAKER!!!!
-BLAZE BOUNCES OFF NEWSOME'S KNEE AND LANDS FLAT ON HIS BACK, SCREAMING IN PAIN....THE FANS ARE ALL OVER NEWSOME....WHO DROPS A BIG TIME LEG DROP ON CRIMSON'S THROAT!!!!!-
Daniels: The ref dropping to count....BUT NEWSOME ISN'T DONE YET....HE PICKS CRIMSON UP OFF THE MAT YET AGAIN....AND I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS.....
Masters: NEITHER DO I BECAUSE WEEZLE IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROP FROM THE OTHER APRON....NEWSOME DOESN'T SEE HIM.....HE TURNS AROUND HOLDING CRIMSON BY THE HAIR....WEEZLE LEAPS OFF AND HOOKS HIS HEAD....SPIKING THE BIG MAN WITH A HUUUUUGE TORNADO DDT!!!!
-THE FANS POP AGAIN....WEEZLE HOLDS ON TO THE DDT AND WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND NEWSOME'S LARGE BODY....-
Daniels: WEEZLE HOLDING ON AFTER THE FACT....AND HE'S GOT NEWSOME IN A BODY SCISSORS NOW....WEEZLE CALLS THIS THE MOLE MASTERS....WEEZLE HAS THE GIGANTIC JOSHUA NEWSOME IN HIS SUBMISSION FINISHER.....
Masters: NEWSOME FLAILING....HOW THE HELL IS THIS SCRAWNY LITTLE RAT HOLDING ON?!?!
Daniels: HE'S STRUGGLING BUT HE'S NOT LETTING GO....NEWSOME IS REACHING FOR THE ROPES BUT HE'S ABOUT A FOOT AWAY....
Masters: Weezle's a tough little bastard! He's holding on for everything he's got....AND NEWSOME....NEWSOME'S HAND IS HOVERING OVER THE MAT....IS HE TRYING TO GRAB THE ROPES OR IS HE GONNA TAP?!? DON'T TELL ME HE'S GONNA TAP!!!!
Daniels: He just might!!! Newsome isn't even closet to breaking the hold....EVEN THOUGH HE'S NOT PUSHING HIMSELF AND WEEZLE UP OFF THE MAT WITH ONE MASSIVE ARM....HE'S CLOSER NOW BUT HE STILL DOESN'T HAVE IT.....AND WE- OH WOW!!!!
-THE FANS GASP AND BLOW UP AS CRIMSON BLAZE HITS HIS OWN TOP ROPE MOVE ON WEEZLE.....A PICTURE PERFECT SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!!!!!-
Masters: .....WOW.
Daniels: That's what I said!!!! WEEZLE LETTING GO FOR SURE NOW AND HOLDING HIS FACE ON THE MAT....CRIMSON BLAZE JUST HIT A SPECTACULAR MOVE ON WEEZLE FORCING HIM TO LET GO OF NEWSOME....
Masters: "The Mountain Man" obviously got some of that too....he's stirring and holding his head from that Mole....and look at this Crimson's arm is a bit limp from that shoulderbreaker but he's still in this thing!!! I HATE GIVING CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.
Daniels: Crimson Blaze has no quit in him...."The Mountain Man" is to his feet now....Crimson Blaze is standing and facing him....NEWSOME LOOKS LIKE HE'S GOING TO SNAP....
Masters: BLAZE IS IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE HERE AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE KNOWS IT....NEWSOME TAKING A CHARGE....BUT BLAZE DUCKS AND HITS HIM WITH A DROP TOEHOLD!!!!
Daniels: Crimson Blaze making it look easy here.....Newsome is on all fours....BLAZE NOT SKIPPING A BEAT STREAKS AND HITS THE OPPOSITE ROPES....NEWSOME PULLING HIMSELF UP IN THE CORNER.....AND HE TURNS INTO A HUGE KNEE LIFT IN THE CORNER!!!!
Masters: Blaze hooking the head now....HE'S GONNA TAKE A RUN....BLAZE RUNS OUT OF THE CORNER WITH NEWSOME'S HEAD TRAPPED LOOKING FOR A BULLDOG....BUT NEWSOME STOPS SHORT AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE WHOLE DAMN RING!!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN AGAIN AS BLAZE SPLATS ON THE MAT AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING....AND THEN POP AS WEEZLE HITS A BIG TIME ENZIGURI OUT OF NOWHERE ON NEWSOME!!!!!-
Masters: ....HOLY SHIT!!!!
Daniels: TIMBERRRRR! NEWSOME JUST FELL OVER LIKE A REDWOOD....AND WEEZLE IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROPE AGAIN.....WEEZLE.....CALLING OUT TO THE FANS BRIEFLY BEFORE LAUNCHING HIMSELF AND HITTING AN ELBOW DROP STRAIGHT TO THE HEART OF "THE MOUNTAIN MAN"!!!!!
Masters: You can't tell me that Joshua Newsome has a heart!!!! But....IT LOOKS LIKE THAT HURT WELL ENOUGH....WEEZLE IS HOOKING THAT HUGE LEG OF NEWSOME'S....THERE'S THE REF......
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Masters: HA HA HA.....COVER UP WEEZLE....BEFORE NEWSOME MAKES YOU EVEN UGLIER!!!!!
Daniels: JOSHUA NEWSOME IS JUST MAULING WEEZLE ON THE MAT....AND FINALLY HE LETS UP....NEWSOME LETTING UP OFF OF WEEZLE....HE THROWS HIS ARMS OUT AND ROARS!!!!
-THE FANS ARE ALL OVER HIM!!!!-
Masters: JOSHUA NEWSOME IS A REAL MAN....WHILE WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE ARE TWO MOSQUITO'S FLYING AROUND HIS FACE!!!!
Daniels: I wouldn't go that far....but Joshua Newsome is damn impressive....look here Crimson Blaze is finally puling himself into the ring.....Newsome already spotting him....he grabs Crimson by the head and drags him back in....AND THEN DROPS A KNEE ON BLAZE'S NECK!!!!!
Masters: AND NOW HE'S STOMPING HIM!!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!!!
Daniels: CRIMSON BLAZE FLOPPING AROUND WITH EACH STOMP....WEEZLE HOLDING HIS FACE AS HE WOBBLES UP TO HIS FEET....NEWSOME SWITCHES HIS FOCUS AGAIN.....AND GRAB'S WEEZLE'S HEAD TO SPIN HIM AROUND.....
Masters: SAY GOODNIGHT WEEZLE!!!!!
Daniels: A DAZED WEEZLE CERTAINLY LOOKS TO BE IN TROUBLE HERE.....NEWSOME WITH HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS....HE JACKS WEEZLE UP IN THE AIR....SPINS....AND POWERBOMBS HIM ON TOP OF CRIMSON BLAZE!!!!!!
-THE FANS GROAN....AND HEEL ALL OVER NEWSOME!!!!!-
Masters: Look at that.....PURE DOMINACE!!!! WEEZLE IS LAID OUT FLAT ON TOP OF BLAZE....BOTH MEN ON THER BACKS....AND NEWSOME MAKES THE COVER!!!!!
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Daniels: NO!!!!! BOTH MEN THROW THEIR SHOULDERS UP!!!!!
-THE FANS ROAR FOR WEEZLE AND CRIMSON....AND A CHANT STARTS UP FOR BOTH OF THEM!!!!-
Masters: I don't believe it.....LOOK AT JOSHUA HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER....DAMNIT!!!!!
Daniels: BOTH CRIMSON AND WEEZLE ARE WORLD CLASS ATHLETES.....AND NEITHER ONE OF THESE MEN WILL DIE!!!!!
Masters: Now I'm the one who wouldn't go that far!!!! Newsome is pissed....HE'S GOT BOTH OF THEM BY THE HEAD....AND....HE PULLS BOTH OF THEM UP OFF THE MAT!!!!
Daniels: WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE ARE BOTH WOBBLY....NEWSOME SNARLING AS HE HOLDS BOTH OF THEM BY THE HAIR.....WHAT IS HE- WAIT A MINUTE CRIMSON AND WEEZLE BOTH KICK LOW ON NEWSOME.....BOTH MEN HOOK THE ARM.....AND DOUBLE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX THE BIG MAN!!!!!!
-THE FANS POP IT!!!!-
Daniels: WEEZLE AND CRIMSON BLAZE WORKING TOGETHER ONE MORE TIME TO TAKE DOWN JOSHUA NEWSOME....THEY'RE BOTH UP NOW....AND WEEZLE HOOKS UP CRIMSON FROM BEHIND.....BEAUTIFUL GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!
-THE FANS POP THAT TOO!!!!-
Masters: Damn....Blaze just got folded.....Weezle isn't messing around either.....WEEZLE UP TO THE TOP AGAIN....AND IMMEDIATELY LEAPS, NAILING CRIMSON WITH A FROG SPLASH ON THE MAT!!!!!
Daniels: There's the ref again.....WEEZLE HOOKING BOTH LEGS....
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Masters: Weezle slapping the mat in frustration here.....he rolls off of Crimson and drags him up to his feet by his arm.....AND NOW BOTH ARMS....
Daniels: THE RAT TRAP....WEEZLE LOOKING FOR THE RAT TRAP.....NO!!!! CRIMSON BREAKS FREE AND STARTS FIRING RIGHT HANDS AT WEEZLE!!!!
Masters: Weezle isn't taking it.....HE'S FIRING BACK.....BOTH MEN NOW BRAWLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!!
-THE FANS ARE INTO IT AS BOTH MEN TRADE SHOTS!!!!-
Daniels: WEEZLE GETTING THE UPPER HAND HERE.....HE GRABS BLAZE UP BY THE WRIST AND SHOOTS HIM TO THE OPPOSITE SET OF ROPES....BALZE REBOUNDS AND WEEZLE READY- BUT BLAZE LEAPS UP AND SPINS AROUND HIM....AGAIN AND AGAIN.....AND OUT OF NOWHERE HE HITS AN ACE CRUSHER ON WEEZLE!!!!!
-THE FANS REALLY LOVE THAT SPOT!!!!!-
Masters: ......DAMN.
Daniels: Ladies and gentlemen my broadcast partner Ron Simmons.....CRIMSON BLAZE BACK TO HIS FEET....UH OH.....JOSHUA NEWSOME IS BACK IN THIS THING AND BLAZE HAS NO IDEA.....AND BEFORE HE CAN TURN AROUND "THE MOUNTAIN MAN" JOSHUA NEWSOME GRABS HIM UP IN THE CHAINSAW CHOKE!!!!!!
-THE FANS ARE ALL OUT HEAT AGAIN AS BLAZE FLAILS.....-
Daniels: The fans explode!
Masters: damn it!
Daniels: BLAZE WRIGGLES FREE AND TURNS STRAIGHT INTO A CRIMSON DEATH... NEWSOME IS DOWN!
Masters: I can't watch
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Daniels: HOLY SHOT!!!
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Mountain Man, too late, throws Crimson Blaze off, he gets to his feet at the same time as Weezle, all three men now standing in the ring. Crimson smiles and heads to the turnbuckle to bask in his victory. Mountain Man, like so many times recently, looks on, dissapointed. He stares at the canvas and moves towards the ropes, dejected. Just as he reaches them though a new, unknown song blasts through the stereo
Daniels: I've never heard that song before, who's this?
A few seconds pass, all eyes on the screen door, but it doesnt split, back in the ring though a change seems to have come over Mountain Man. As soon as the music played his head snapped up, looking towards the stage. He nodded his head and his face, now a vision of anger, looks back into the ring at Weezle steadying himself
Daniels: I don't know what that music is, but it seems to have brought Mountain Man back to life... Weezle, get out of the wa... too late
Boos reign down as Mountain Man kicks the weary weazle in the gut and grabs the doubled over man in a chicken wing
Daniels: Oh god
Mountain Man unleashes a great low rumbling scream as he performs the Fallen Timber, standing straight back up and hunting down Blaze, who is looking at him from his position on the turnbuckle. Quick thinking, Blaze jumps to the top turnbuckle and twists in mid-air, wrapping his legs around Newsomes head in a huricanrana.
Masters: THIS is more like it, GO NEWSOME!
Mountain Man stops Blazes momentum dead, keeping a hold of Blazes legs Blaze lifts himself up into a powerbomb position to try and get more leverage, Mountain Man grabs Blazes head down though before turning, his back to the turnbuckle....
Masters: ROCKSLIDE! We do NOT see that move enough out of him
Daniels: We shouldn't be seeing it at all, the match is over, Joshua lost
Masters: That is as maybe, but whatever that music is that's playing over the speakers it seems to have revatilised him, i've not seen him look so dominant in years
Mountain Man steps over the top rope while the song still plays in the background, head now held high, instead of going up the ramp he walks to the side of it, going back through the staging area.
Daniels: Yet another mystery, at a time when Mountain Man should be at his lowest, losing his closest confidant in Tim Timmons something seems to have brought out the old monster in Joshua Newsome. But it came at the expense of the debuting Weezle and the winner of this match Crimson Blaze.
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Daniels: Next tonight we have another backstage interview with one of the new roster. We can only hope it doesn't turn out like the last one. News coming in is that Jess Starr is at the hospital and suffering a broken jaw, we may not see her back here for at least a month
Masters: Such a cute girl, but maybe she should take this as her cue that she isn't ready for the world of wrestling broadcasting
Daniels: Or maybe cocky new starts shouldn't try to make their name by taking out our staff
Masters: I hope you're next
Daniels: Die already
Masters: WhhHHHAA....
Daniels: Anyway, time to go backstage for the interview
(The scene opens up backstage at The Colosseum with Jenny Jacobs and newest competitor "The Star" Jason Xavier)
Jenny Jacobs: Ladies and Gentlemen, here I am at The Colosseum and here with me is Jason Xavier, now Jason you have come out of nowhere onto the wrestling scene here in EWA and rave reviews have been sent by not only fans but wrestling magazines, how have you been feeling the pressure of being in EWA?
Jason Xavier: Pressure can only affect you by your own state of mind, and my mind is on a high. I have the adrenaline rush flowing through me and constant positives thoughts. You see soon I will be making my debut and once you all witness that, you will know what I'm not just cool but I am the main attraction of EWA.
Jenny Jacobs: Your debut hasn't been confirmed yet, is there anyone on the roster you'd like to face first, or any preferred match?
Jason Xavier: It doesn't matter who I face, the outcome will always be the same. I will win, debut with a win and put the entire roster on notice. I am going to earn my spot on the roster, it's time to single out who is the "best" from the rest and believe me, I will be top of that list. My words are the truth, and my Talent will shine.
Jenny Jacobs: Thank you for your time, Jason and good luck
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Daniels: Short and sweet, it's hard to get a read on new wrestler Jason Xavier
Masters: Not impressed, do something like Nick Anderson or Jasons namesake Xavier Reid... that'll impress me
Daniels: Shut up you horrible old man
Masters: Jesus, did you just channel the spirit of Jess Starr there? What kind of insult was that?
Daniels: I'm tired... sorry
Masters: Well there's plenty of night to go
The screens around the arena burst into life and Mike King is shown walking down the hallway from the locker room to the stage. He is wearing a trench coat over his ring gear, a torn up pair of red and blue tights over a pair of solid black tights covered by boots.
Mike King: Bangkok, Oriental setting and the city don't know that the city is getting. The creme de la creme of the chess world in a show with everything but Yul Brynner. Time flies, doesn't seem a minute since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it.All change, don't you know that when you play at this level there's no ordinary venue.
King pauses and looks at a few girls lining the hallway.
King: It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or
King kisses the hand of one of the ladies.
King: Or this place!
A choral group appears out of nowhere to join King.
Chorus: One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster, the bars are temples but the pearls ain't free. You'll find a god in every golden cloister and if you're lucky then the god's a she. I can feel an angel sliding up to me
King walks towards the chorus.
King: One town's very like another, when your head's down over your pieces, brother.
The chorus walks toward King.
Chorus: It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity to be looking at the board, not looking at the city.
King moves closer to the chorus.
King: Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town...
The chorus moves closer to King.
Chorus: Tea, girls, warm, sweet some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite.
King: Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist whose every move's among the purest. I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.
Chorus: One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble, not much between despair and ecstasy. One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble, can't be too careful with your company. I can feel the devil walking next to me...
King is cut off as Jenny Jacobs walks over to King.
Jacobs: Uh, what is this?
King looks at Jenny as the chorus disappears.
King: Oh, this is how I prepare for a match. You know like Muhammad Ali would say "The champ is here" while his trainers and handlers would drum it like in the Will Smith movie?
Jacobs: I guess.
King: Yeah, look, i know you know me Jenny, but for all those that are meeting me for the first time my name is Mike King and I am "El Neuvo Rey de Martinete." Some call me "El Rudo Raro." Others call me Mike King.
Jacobs: A new name for an old hand
Before King can respond Jenny continues
Jacobs: Aren't you facing Ryan Shane tonight?
King smirks again.
King: Yes I am.
Jacobs: Then why are you doing that, don't you know you need 110% to face him.
King's smirk disappears.
King: Don't you think i know that Jenny? It takes 1000% to face RyShane and I bring it. He and I use to be friends, use to be allies, use to be like, like brothers. They he pisses it all away over Brian Kirkland's vision of Youthful Aggression which was different than his. Then he makes it personal by playing mind-games with my girlfriend at the time. I know how he works Jen and I am ready. I may not have done 1,000 Hindu squats tonight in the locker room, I might not have done 30 minutes of cardio on an exercise bike or elliptical but I am stretched out and ready to face him.
King walks away and continues his march towards the stage.
Daniels: I know Mike King is a wacky character and all but what the hell was that?
Masters: First off Jared, he is "El Rudo Raro" after spending sometime in Mexico. And second, I have no bloody idea what he was doing there. Maybe mind games with Shane.
Daniels: Well as you could see he was making his way to the ring, so that can only mean one thing
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RYAN SHANE vs MIKE KING
Fabian: "THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS GOING TO BE A BLOOD BATH FROM THE COMBAT ZONE! YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BETTER HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATS!!!!!”
"People Say……that god is dead……..but how can they think that…..if I show them the devil?”
The lights in the arena dim while the quote from the The Exorcism of Emily Rose blasts through the speakers as "Been to Hell" by Hollywood Undead plays underneath, the lights in the Colosseum going wild in white and blood red flashes. As the body of the song begins, the three screens on the stage burst to life with a video of Ryan’s signature logo and clips of his devastating style, the screen turned door opens letting out a thick fog of smoke that flashes with white strobe lights. Out from it enters Ryan Shane followed in tow by his personal assistant, Ms. Fontaine. Ryan wears Black, gray and red camo cargo shorts and a Ryan Shane t-shirt. His eyes are covered by a pair of his signature aviator shades, Ms. Fontaine dressed in a purple thigh-length dress.
Fabian: "INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY MS. CASSIDY FONTAINE, FROM NIAGARA FALLS, ONTARIO, CANADA! HE WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT 225lbs, HE IS "THE STRAIGHT EDGE CURSE”, THIS IS RYAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!”
The doors behind them close again as Ryan stops in the center of the entrance ramp, looking to both sides at the fans up around him, as well as standing on both sides of the ramp, taking in their hatred as his own energy, then continues to the ring. On his way down, Ryan cups his hands around his mouth, yelling "BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!", throwing his hands out and looking up half-way through. He climbs onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Ms. Fontaine to enter first, then leaping over the top rope into the ring. He storms to the turnbuckle, climbing it and throwing his forearms into an X before jumping back down and waiting until his music dies.
Daniels: "The fury…..the pure rage built up behind the eyes of Ryan Shane would be lethal if he didn’t shield them away with the aviator sunglasses on his face.”
William: "He’s got Mike King in his head. Normally, that would put King at a major advantage, but Ryan’s head is one place nobody wants to be locked in. This is going to be brutal.”
The opening of "Oh No you Didn't" pumps through the arena as the lights dim. An orange light points to the stage and Mike King slowly walks out to the ring and looks out to Ryan, he too sporting a look that could kill. King enters the ring and looks determined to fight, determined to take a piece of Ryan with him.
Fabian: "His opponent, from Flagstaff, Arizona! He weighs in tonight at 215lbs! He is "El Neuvo Rey de Martinete, El Rudo Raro”, HE IS MIKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!”
The crowd lets both men know their disdain for them as they begin to circle the ring, a death stare locked between the two of them. The ref calls for the bell, and they charge at each other, immediately starting a fist fight, seeing both men connecting with brutal right after right, neither man backing down as the crowd goes wild with blood lust!
William: "Break his jaw Ryan!”
Daniels: "William, you’re supposed to be impartial and i can't believe you said that after what happened to poor Jess Starr earlier tonight at the hands of Nick Anderson”
William: " We covered my feelings on Andersons awesome intro earlier...and are you really going to wait until now to judge me on my favoritism? Ryan wins matches, I side with winners!”
Daniels: "King owns a win of Ryan in singles competition, only three people can say that!”
William: "And Ryan owns a win over King, and plenty can say that!”
Despite William’s cheering, it is King who gains the advantage after connecting with a perfectly placed elbow strike to Ryan’s steel gray eye. Ryan stumbles back, then blindly throws a punch to which King catches, turning into a hammerlock, the Crue Bar!
Daniels: "A Crue Bar locked onto Ryan Shane who grabs at his shoulder, the hold putting strain on the joint!”
Ryan claps his shoulder quickly before turning, going under his arm and straightening it out. As opposed to locking in a hammerlock of his own, he throws a straight right fist into King’s face! King lets go of the hold and Ryan in turn grabs his arm, pulling King into a wicked Lariat! King’s head smacks off the mat and Shane covers early!
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King forcefully throws his shoulder up, raking Ryan’s eyes as he does. Ryan again goes to his right eye which King had hit before, taking two steps back, allowing King to rise up to his feet. He hits two more punches to Ryan’s forehead before connecting with two open hand slaps, followed by a spinning backhand slap, then a roundhouse kick!
Daniels: "What a combo, King calls that-”
William: "OH NO YOU DIDN’T!”
Daniels: "……………..”
William: "What? It’s a humorous name.”
King isn’t done as he runs to the corner, leaping and turning, connecting with a corkscrew blockbuster!
Daniels: "YES HE DID!”
William: "Really?”
Daniels: "Alright, I give, it is humorous.”
As they land, Ryan’s legs shoot intot he air, King hooking them with his own in a pin!
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Ryan breaks the hold, rising up to a seated position and taking a few breaths. He reaches into the pocket on his cargo shorts just as King walks over, bending down to grab him.
Daniels: "What’s Ryan looking for?”
William: "Do you need to ask? There it is! Railroad Spike right between the eyes!”
As Mike bends down, Ryan thrusts his arm up, hitting a spike shot on the forehead of Mike King, King falling back. Ryan pushes himself up to his feet, holding the spike up into the air before tossing it out of the ring, Ms. Fontaine picking it up herself and hiding it away for safe keeping. King moves his hand to reveal that he is a bloody mess, the crimson mask covering him already. Ryan runs his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end.
Daniels: "Ryan is making his way to the corner? Really? We rarely see Ryan Shane attempt any maneuver from the top-rope, this is rare.”
William: "Ryan may have taken to the smash mouth style, but don’t forget at one point he was an amazing high-flyer. We could see one of those shooting star presses, or even that top-tope Bite the fuckin’ curb stomps!”
Ryan climbs the ropes with his back facing the ring, motioning that he is attempting a moonsault! Instinctively, King runs to the ropes, falling on the top rope with his full weight, breaking Shane’s footing as he falls on his groin on the turnbuckle! He falls back, his legs hooked in a tree of woe! King runs, landing a knee into Ryan’s head!
Daniels: "That’s one Wild & Crazy Knee!”
The impact flips Ryan over, his face landing on the bottom turnbuckle as King bounces off of the ropes, kicking Ryan in the back of the head with the Curb Kick! Ryan rolls over unconscious! This is it! King pulls him away from the ropes and covers!
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Ryan gets his shoulder up, Mike sitting up wide-eyed, not believing the match wasn’t over. He picks the near limp Ryan up to his feet, drops of blood hitting the mat from Mike’s forehead and now Ryan’s mouth. Mike drags Ryan to the corner, lifting him up to a seated position on the top rope!
Daniels: "Desperation by Mike King! I thought it was over too! What a war!”
Masters: "I don’t even want to know what King is planning!”
King soon follows, up to the top. He places Ryan’s head between his legs and hooks the arms!
Daniels: "No, not this! King is setting up for the Martinete Especial, the double-underhook piledriver! From the top-rope he’s sure to break Ryan’s neck! He’s trying to kill the man!”
King attempts to hoist Ryan up, but Ryan fights it off with his few traces of strength, managing to remove his arm from King’s grasp and hook it around his waist, pushing himself off of the ropes with a big top-rope spinebuster maneuver, both men landing extremely hard, laying broken on the mat. The ref looks between the two, throwing his hands up as he begins to count them both out.
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King slowly rises to his feet, as does Ryan using support from the ropes. Ryan places his hands on his head, letting a roar off into the air before delivering a vicious Roundhouse kick to the temple of King! King stumbles back, rebounding off of the ropes and smashing Shane in the face with a Metallica Kick! Shane does the same, rebounding off of the ropes and connecting with a Yakuza kick of his own! King stumbles back, rebounds, and throws another kick but Ryan isn’t fazed! In fact, the kick seems to have wakened Ryan up! Another roar and Ryan kicks King in the gut!
Daniels: "He’s gone into another state of being! King in the Pumphandle position, and Ryan drives his neck down on his knee! Cursebreaker version 2!”
Masters: "It’s not over yet! Ryan still has a hold of his neck! Arm over the shoulder, Ryan hoists King into the air…………BAM! Drops him down with a vicious Brainbuster!”
Daniels: "Wait, he’s still not done!”
Ryan rolls through after the brainbuster, picking King back up and twisting him into an inverted facelock position. He lifts King into the, spins a full 360 and drops down, slamming King’s head into the mat!
Daniels: "MOMENT OF CLARITY! How longs has it been since we’ve seen that?!?!”
Ryan hooks the bloody King’s leg, tightening his grip as the ref drops down!
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"Been to Hell” blasts through the speakers again as Ryan lets go of the grip, rolling onto the mat next to King, his chest heaving with each breath. Despite their hatred for both men, the crowd rises to their feet, applauding both fighters for the amazing competition they have put on and for the sacrifices they have made during it.
Fabian: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER, RYAAAAAAAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!"
After a few minutes, Ryan rolls to the ropes, using them as a crutch again to stand to his feet, wobbling and making it to the center of the ring, finally catching himself. He looks out, stunned at the sea of fans around him and their applause. Ryan shakes his head, ignoring the ovation for his fighting, dropping down to the mat, obviously troubled by something as he rolls under the ropes, walking to the back with Ms. Fontaine at his tail. Ryan turns back to the ring, then turns and marches through the doors, the camera follows him up the ramp and to the back, Shane turns and tries to push the cameraman away, but he relentlessly persues him, Shane, looking troubled, turns to the camera and yells
Shane: MOVE, or so help me what hapened Reid did to Buck ealier will be a PICNIC compared to how you end up
The camera man backs off a few steps but follows on
Daniels: A rare here into what happens after the competitors leave the arena after a match
Masters: Weird little bit this... ahhh, i'm being told that Buck Evans was supposed to have some time here regarding his match at Retalliation against Alexander Slate... as that isn;t happening Manning has decided to give fans this little glimps
Daniels: Maybe Shane wasn't the best man to do it with
Shane continues to walk until suddenly he finds himself, face-to-face, with the blond newcomer known as Natalie Burrows. The Southern Belle frowns softly as she raises a hand as if to place it on your shoulder.
Natalie: Excuse me, sir--
Ryan's angered march is halted by the words of the blonde woman, his gray eyes locking upon her but he does not seem to make eye contact, just stares. He is completely silent. Natalie smiles awkwardly.
Natalie: I-I just wanted to know if--
Ryan: Do I really look like I'm in the right state of mind to answer your question?
Natalie: W-Well, I--
Ryan rolls his eyes, obviously irritated.
Ryan: Spit it out.
Natalie: A-Alright… M-Mister, Shane, are you--
Ryan lets out an aggravated grunt, having enough with the bumbling Natalie.
Ryan: Fuck this! The last thing I need today is some country blonde Barbie breathing my fucking life away! I'm tasting my own god damn blood right now thanks to a King curb stomp, I got hours on the road to face tonight! Why don't you go.....I don't know, waste away on some moonshine somewhere or something and leave me to my sulking!
In the face of Ryan's outburst, Natalie's lower lip quivers… but she holds firm, her tone still wavering as she finally gets her words out.
Natalie: …I just wanted to know if you're okay, or if you needed someone to talk to.
Ryan's right eyebrow raises just slightly, his rage resulting in heaving breaths. He takes one final breath, turning his head slightly as he leans in to her.
Ryan: ......Someone to.......talk to? To talk to? I need a new home not a fucking shoulder! I don't need a friend, I don't NEED anyone! I never HAD anyone! I'm not some weak-minded, weak-willed zombie like the rest of you! I'm better than that!
Ryan shook his head in the anger, yelling out again before looking back at Natalie with a wild disposition.
Ryan: If you wanted to talk me through crisis you're thirteen years too late!
As he continues to rage at her, the Southern Belle's own eyes actually narrow into the closest to a glare that anyone could have ever guessed her capable of giving. Ultimately, though, she sighs and shakes her head a little.
Natalie: My offer still stands for when you've calmed down, Mister Shane. For what it's worth, I hope things work out for you in the meantime.
Ryan's face contorts into a mesh of confusion and helplessness to this strange reaction. Never had he seen such a strong will in the face of his verbal attacks. He shakes off the facade, slanting his eyebrows further in a glare.
Ryan: I'll take my own life before I take help from someone like you.
Natalie: ...then I doubly hope things work out for you. The human race would have quite the hole in it without you.
Ryan says nothing, unable to answer to this response. He runs his eyes over the frame of this strange woman, thoughts racing through his mind. Should he strike again, should he leave? Ryan remains frozen in time, speechless as the Southern Belle offers up a faint smile.
Natalie: ...it seems that I can at least trust you not to do anything too rash, then. But please, do take care of yourself… and keep in mind that my offer is still on the table.
With that, the blonde takes her leave, nodding in parting at the baffled man as she goes. Ryan can only help but turn his head and follow her every move, studying this enigmatic creature before him. The rare moment where the cerebral Ryan Shane could not comprehend another had come and gone. His blank stare is all that can be seen as the camera finally fades to black
Daniels: Well we all know that the guys encounter each other backstage, but i doubt Shane, or us, were expecting that.
Masters: See, it's always a good idea to follow Ryan Shane
Daniels: Wait... i'm getting word that we have a camera at the hospital right now, we're goijg to shoot over there and see what's going on
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The screens in the Colosseum all show the same scene, the sterile interior of the local hospital, not ten minutes away from the arena. In front of us is a bed with the young Jess Starr sitting up in it, her Jaw is extremely swollen and her usually cute looks are instead marred by the injuries recieved. She has a doctor at the bedside with her
Doctor: Honestly, soon we're going to have to open the Empire ward just to deal with the amount of wrestlers we get through here now. You know what else, this is one of the worst breaks i've ever seen, i do not see how this can be legal.
Jess just looks on sadly unable to speak
Doctor: Your boss said he will be along after his ''show'' finishes and your mother is on her way right now, maybe she can talk some sense into you that this business you're in is simply not worth it. I hope the man that did this is severely dealt with. Just try to get some rest right now.
The doctor walks away, bringing the curtain around as he does, shielding the forlorn features of Jess Starr from the camera. He shakes his head as he walks past the camera. The camera follows him down the hall, at the end seaking is heard from an open door, the door is open a crack and we can just make out Karen Evans, she is talking to someone out of sight.
Karen: and you talked to him?
Unknown: Yeah, i'm here to see Buck and then i'm going to his office straight from the hospital. He's willing to go for our idea, but to make it work i have to get there tonight
Karen: And you're okay doing this
Unknown: Damn straight, i'll make sure Buck keeps that belt, don't worry
Karen: Good, okay, you can in and see him, i don't know if he's awake, but if he is don't let on how bad it is
Unknown: I won't. I'll leave straight after, i'll give you a call after the show, i called my next gig and cancelled it, i hope you have a bed for a few weeks
Karen: Sure we do, just get in there and get this sorted. Remember, i don't give a damn about Xavier, his time will come, Alexander Slate is out number one priority
Unknown: Noted, see you tonight
The screen fades to black and frames back out to the Colosseum
Daniels: Who the hell is Karen talking to, and what do they mean it's sorted?
Masters: Stop with the damn questions, you heard, they'll be here tonight, so we'll find out then
Daniels: Just doing my job William, you should try it sometime, anyway. Out next contest of the evening is due up, and this is one i've really been looking forward to
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