07-03-2012, 11:03 PM
[[The show opens up to a decked out skybox, and the boos of this Wichita crowd. Or rather, as decked out as a skybox in Wichita, Kansas is going to get. Sitting on the cream leather eight piece sectional is Juan Ramirez, Seth Black, BAD ASS, and at the far end, Kris Keebler. Kookie sits on his lap, tapping away on a Blackberry as escort types surround the rest of the boys. Platters of the finest hors d’oeuvres are handed around by the guys, each taking their fill before passing the platter on. Juan is washing down his cheese and meat snack with a 1954 Rose’, sighing from the smooth, intoxicating juice as it goes down his throat.]]
Juan: I gotta say fellas, I think Empire is back on the rise again. All the planets are aligning. Kris Keebler is dominating fucks left and right, showing how a champ do it. BAD ASS and Seth Black are looking to be the next tag team champions. And as for me? Well I’m going to get back what I never should have lost in the first place, MY International Title. At UTCL2, I’m makin’ that fuckin’ giant’s reign a fluke. Beating a nobody like Jon Carlson doesn’t prove shit. If Santana can drop him into concussion land, imagine what a mafucka like me could do to him.
BAD ASS: Kick his ass seabass!
Juan: I will in due time brother. But first things first, I’m aiming to bust Rage’s gray head open and add a little color to his Rip Van Winkle do. That piece of crap proved nothin’. All Rage proved is some old privileged fart can take a bone from Rodrick and chew it up to stay relevant. Hell, that old dog almost choked on that bone!
[[The group laugh over how close the match was, with Carlson coming damn close to becoming champion.]]
Juan: Rome, Italy....what a better place to get my title back, and prove that I’m the best goddamn International Champ eva!
BAD ASS: You do that, shut the cocksuckers of these haters up! We plan to do the exact same thing to those old, decrepit pieces of shit Nickelbone. A common theme here eh? Empire, the mummy exterminators! Together with Seth Black, we’re going to accomplish two things. Gaining tag team gold...and showing PW just who IS the most dominant, motherfucking awesome tag team here. Let’s face it guys, Slaine only booked those Depends wearing fogeys against Tj and Jagi because he felt sorry for them. McCoy is on his last rope, and needs a belt to feel important, and Slaine will do ANYTHING to shut Nickles the fuck up. He’s hoping that a tag title with her secret lover will do just that. Too bad we’re going to have to take the one thing that keeps them from shitting the bed, literally.
Black: Haha, that’s just the way it goes. Georgie’s been needed to be knocked down a peg or two for quite some time right now, and I’m just the man to do it. We’re just what this tag team needs right now...fresh, talented killers who can’t be beaten. If Trent Stone and Chris Chaos could rule the tag division with an iron fist, we can crush it. That dumb whore Georgie needs the last bit of relevancy swiped from her, and it’ll be my honor to do that. As for McCoy? What better way to retire a useless old shitrag like him?
[[The group cheers for their teammates, but one end of the couch is rather silent. Kris Keebler sits there silently with Kookie on his lap, staring out to the packed crowd in the Intrust Bank Arena. Seth notices this and speaks up.]]
Black: Hey Keebler, you alright?
[[Keebler tilts his head to Seth, nodding.]]
Keebler: I’m not looking too forward to teaming with a psychopath I hate against two of the biggest prima donnas on the roster. This match is a bullshit punishment from Skip Sanders. He wants to screw me over for joining up with Empire, and this is his way of doing that.
[[While the group mull around for words of encouragement, Juan makes his voice heard.]]
Juan: You just gotta let it roll off your back Kris. Treat this bs match like a paycheck. Do your job, get in, get out. There is good in this bro, you just ain’t seeing it. You gotta understand, any opportunity to bust open Jagi’s head is a good one.
[[Keebler looks to Kookie, who nods to Keebler, agreeing with Juan.]]
Keebler: I guess you’re right. He’s been needing a rematch of sorts with me ever since Collision Course. And the fact I get to beat up on Tj too? I guess that’s an incentive as well.
Black: Anytime you can destroy the confidence of Ja Gi or Tj is a good night. I should know, I took Jagi down a peg in the Extreme Tournament.
[[The group laugh as Keebler becomes more sure of himself and the situation.]]
Keebler: I guess it could be worse. I’ll find a way to make it work with the Asian psycho.
BAD ASS: Fuck yeah!
[[The group cheer in unison, leading to more boos from the crowd as we cut to the announcing booth. Ronaldo Corazon and Frederick Alpine smile for the camera, ready for another night of Redemption.]]
Alpine: We’re here for Redemption 31, LIVE from the Intrust Bank Center in Wichita, Kansas!
Corazon: The hick tour is about to come to an end. Because in three weeks buddy, we head off to Rome!
Alpine: Under The Coliseum Lights 2 is already shaping up to be a great card, and hopefully tonight we’ll have more clarifications about the matches.
Corazon: Especially the stipulations that Maz was babbling about last week. I can’t wait to see what that nutball comes up with.
Alpine: I’m sure whatever it is, it’s going to be incredibly violent. Speaking of, tonight right before the main event is the main event contract signing for Under The Coliseum Lights 2. Masaru Inoue versus Ja Gi Kyung-Moon for the World Title!
[[A graphic pops up on the screen, showing the two facing off Mortal Kombat style over a cloudy evening backdrop.]]
Corazon: That match is going to be all sorts of crazy. This is the first time in awhile that the champion has gone in the underdog, thus far suffering a 0-5 record to Ja Gi Kyung-Moon.
Alpine: I hate to say it, but he very well may be Masaru’s kryptonite. We could very well be looking at a brand new PW World Champion.
Corazon: I would normally say that Ja Gi has the advantage, but you just never know what Masaru could throw at him. Being the champ, Masaru has the advantage heading into the match.
Alpine: Tonight we’ll get the reveal of that stipulation, and one last meeting between Masaru and Ja Gi has they face off in the main event in a tag team match. Tj will team up with Jagi, as usual, but joining Masaru is Kris Keebler. Quite the odd combo huh?
Corazon: They are, but what two men hate Ja Gi more? Keebler’s been wanting revenge since Collision Course, and this is the best he’s gonna get.
Alpine: True. Those two teams will wage war in the main event, but before we get to that we got a tag team contest to open the match. The Party Rockers, Emily D’Amico and Vanessa Vanity versus Terry Rothschild and Matthias Wellington-Rockefeller, up after this commercial break!
[[On return from the break, we’re taken backstage where Terry and Matthias await. Both boys stand by the gorilla position, patiently waiting for their chance to get into the ring with Emily and Vanessa. Both guys look excited, and can’t help but giggle at the prospect of facing the girls.]]
Terry: Dude, it’s going to be so cool to wrangle with them up close, and personal!
Matthias: Fo sho! We’re gonna wax those asses, and these women will know that we’re the only men in PW for them!
Terry: How can they resist?
Matthias: They can’t, we’re irresistible, just like Pringles!
Terry: C’mon Matthias, stop thinking about eating food, and start thinking about eating pussy!
Matthias: Broseph, you know I would eat a buffet off of Vanessa’s naked body before eating her out. That’s just my style!
Terry: That’s fine and dandy, but I’m more of the romantic type. I would totally marry Emily D’Amico in her face paint, then bang her with it on!
[[Terry and Matthias go to high five, but a voice from behind stops them.]]
Stevenson: Ah man...that’s fucking gross!
Stevenson: She’s sixteen you fucking freak!
Terry: No way!
[[Stevenson bares a look of annoyance and disappointment as he walks away shaking his head. Terry looks to Matthias, puzzled over Stevenson’s reaction.]]
Terry: Is he right?
Matthias: Probably. TNT is old, wise, and all that stuff.
Terry: Well that sucks. Can we go family style on Vanessa?
Matthias: I don’t mind sharing. But no DP!
Terry: Chill bro, chill. It’s not gay if it’s a three way!
[[Contemplating Terry’s words, Matthias nods with a smile and the two make their way to ringside. Cut to the booth.]]
Alpine: These little perverts just don’t get it. Vanessa and Emily can’t stand them. I have a feeling we’re going to see the anger come out in these young women tonight.
Corazon: Those kids, bless their hearts, are chronically retarded. Team jailbait is going to make them wish they had planted a camera in their locker room instead of standing there like raging buffoons.
Alpine: These guys used to follow BAD ASS and come out to euro pop dance music. What do you expect?
Terry Rothschild and Matthias-Wellington Rockefeller vs. Emily D'Amico and Vanessa Vanity
[[With "Stereo Love" by Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina playing over the speakers, Terry Rothschild and Matthias-Wellington Rockefeller enter the arena with the fans reaction being mixed between lukewarm and booing, with a little more unfavorability. Next out, with "Party Rock Anthem" are the Party Rockers Vanessa Vanity and Emily D'Amico, with Keri Saunders along for support. The crowd cheers the Girls Night Out faction.]]
Alpine: We have a lot of parents in the audience, people who wouldn't like it if their own daughters received such lecherous attention from young men such as these, so I can understand Matthias and Terry's reception here.
Corazon: These girls need to be honest -- if the RothRock Boys were more attractive, there'd be no problem with the attention. They'd probably be sending them pictures.
[[The match starts with Terry Rothschild and Vanessa Vanity in the ring. While D'Amico is ready to wrestle Rothschild tries to start things off on a respectful note by offering a handshake. Vanity doesn't trust him, D'Amico is silenlty gagging in the corner, and Keri Saunders is telling her to go for the jugular. Vanity moves in to attack, but Rothschild immediately retreats to the ropes and covers up. The referee has her step back. Terry again attempts the handshake. Vanity realizes that he's not going to fight back until she relents, and so cautiously offers a handshake. Terry gets excited as their skin meets, and happily skips over to his corner.]]
Terry: She touched my hand!
Matthias: She touched your hand!
[[Rothschild holds his hand over his heart and collapses into a seat in the corner. And begs to be hit with a Bronco Buster. Vanessa Vanity, meanwhile, is washing off her hand with a bottle of water Keri commandeered from the commentary table. Emily D'Amico is now the legal wrestler for her team. Matthias-Wellington Rockefeller flexes his arms to show of his... well he flexes his arms. But to show he's not all bad, he spreads those arms out wide and calls for a hug. Party Time jumps up and hits Matthias with a dropkick. Unfortunately her lack of power combined with his husky girth means that she doesn't take him down. Back up, Emily runs to the ropes and comes back with a cross body block. Rockefeller catches her, then lightly sets her back onto the mat. He then falls onto his knees, crossing his legs.]]
Terry: Dude! Get up!
Matthias: I can't!
Terry: She didn't even hurt you!
Matthias: It's not that! I got side boob.
Terry: OH MY GOD!
Matthias: I know, right?
[[In an attempt to cover his unintentional man-bulge, Rockefeller rolls over to his corner and tags in Terry Rothschild, who steps through the ropes, then helps his partner roll out of the ring and off the apron to the floor, where he hides his shame by putting his waist beneath the ring and hands, thankfully, where we can see them. After that, Terry turns around into a double team running dropkick from both Emily D'Amico and Vanessa Vanity. Terry is knocked into the corner, with the two girls following him in with a quadruple knee sandwich against the turnbuckles. Rothschild falls out of the corner, and together the girls go up to the top rope and hit team somersault stomps with Emily making the cover! 1! 2! 3!]]
Alpine: This is the first time in a long time that watching a PW match made me feel dirty.
Corazon: I cannot stress enough for our viewers at home. This is a live show. The people here actually paid, in part, to see this.
Alpine: At least it's over and the Party Rockers are now 2 and 0 as a team!
Corazon: Yes. And let us never speak of this again.
WINNER: PARTY ROCKERS VIA PINFALL @ 03 MINUTES AND 25 SECONDS!!
Alpine: Well that was fairly predictable. It’s almost as if the boys do better solo then together as a tag team.
Corazon: When they’re in there together it’s too much misguided testosterone. Add to the fact that they want to bone their competitors, and you have two brain clouded kids.
Alpine: I don’t know if anything can keep them focused. But it seems Ozura is focused on the girls as well!
[[Running down from the ramp comes Ozura, gathering a small amount of boos in the crowd. Little does he know that Keri Saunders is hot on his trail, following him out. Before Ozura can slide in the ring and attack the celebrating girls, Keri slams him on the back with an axehandle slam! She then throws him into the ring steps, sending the steel portions clattering from the impact! Cheers pick up for Keri as she stands over the stirring Ozura. Just because he’s trying to stand up, Keri picks up one half of the steel steps and drops it over his back! Veronika Starr hands Keri a mic without even asking, and Keri takes it over to Ozura. Being the steel steps are planted on his back, Keri walks up two steps, and pins Ozura to the ground as she elevates herself so that Matthias and Terry can see her clearly.]]
Keri: Well boys, seems that you all want a piece of Girls Night Out, don’t you?
[[The crowd cheers as Emily and Vanessa do their best disgusted faces to the ring worn Terry and Matthias.]]
Keri: So guess what guys, I’m going to give you something that no other women would give you, an opportunity. There’s a big pay per view around the corner. From what I hear, the biggest of the year. And I’d do anything to get my girls a spotlight on it. Even if it means destroying you three ugly bastards.
[[More cheers from the crowd as Terry and Matthias look to the ground with pouty faces. Emily and Vanessa laugh as Keri smiles and continues.]]
Keri: So the challenge is laid out nerds. Us, versus you three poster boys for abstinence at Under The Coliseum Lights 2. I’d ask you if you would accept, but I already know the three of you are itching for relevancy. See you soon!
[[Ozura squirms heavily from being crushed, so Keri relieves him by stepping off and giggling. The girls make their way to the back, slapping a sea of hands from the new fans.]]
Alpine: The challenge has been laid out. Well, the way that Keri put it, this match is already set to go down!
Corazon: An intergender six person tag to open up the pay per view? Sure why not. Every pay per view needs at least one sideshow match.
Alpine: What you call a sideshow I call a showcase. And these girls are going to showcase what they can do at Under The Coliseum Lights 2. Standing by backstage is Jason Scene.
[[Cutting to the back we see Jason Scene clad in his new look, reading a large, colorful book. He snickers to himself as he finishes up the book. The title on the book reads ‘Boner The Dog’. He then tosses the book aside, and looks into the camera with a smile.]]
Scene: Ah, always a good read. Such a simple book, but it reminds me why turds sometimes don’t flush. McCoy is simply a turd that won’t flush, and I’m the snake to the drain. I’m the one who can get him started towards traveling down that retirement road. I mean, this match was even promoted as being a part of McCoy’s ‘retirement tour’. You know what that tells me McCoy? That tells me that management has all but given up on you. They’ve already written you out, and are now using what name value you have to boost the careers of the future of PW. Enter me.
[[Scene does a superman pose, getting boos from the audience.]]
Scene: I’m a star wherever I go McCoy. PW will be no different. What you are to me Boner is a nice stepping stone. A nice notch in the belt, if you will. You’re one of those wins that will only legitimize me quicker in PW. Beating a former World Champion, and current one half of the tag team champions? I’ll say been there, done that. You shouldn’t hate that you’re being used to pump up my career McCoy, you should be THANKFUL that a rusty old tool like you is actually being used for good around here. If Slaine didn’t appreciate the t-shirts sales and the pop you get, you wouldn’t be on TV. You’d be sitting in a cushy office off in PW headquarters, hating your life and longing for a return to the ring. But don’t think I’m underrating you McCoy, I’m not. I’m just saying I will win. Will it be easy? No, most definitely not. You’re not a champion just because. I could be a dick and say Georgie carried you to that title, but I know you carry your end of the load. And I know you will tonight.
[[Scene gives a nod to the camera, the only show of respect towards McCoy yet.]]
Scene: As for Smith Young, I hope you’re watching tonight. I hope you see the battle you decided to get yourself into. The future of professional wrestling is here Smith. Watch and learn, and know you will always play second fiddle to a true blue chipper like me.
[[That signature cocky grin returns as we head to a commercial break.]]
[[Back from commercial and we Smith Young already dressed for his match, ring jacket and all, making his way through the backstage area and approaching Vanessa Vanity who is all smiles after her big tag team win. Vanessa catches view of him, and just rolls her eyes as he approaches.]]
Vanessa: Oh great, what do you want? Tell me how great my ass is or how you could rock my world?
Smith: You have me mistaken. I would never disrespect a woman like that. I simply wanted to introduce myself, and welcome you to Phoenix Wrestling.
Vanessa: Oh, wait aren't you that Smith Young guy? Em said you're like crazy.
Smith: Myself and Miss D'Amico are not on the best of terms. I am a Mormon, and a follower of the Lord. She is, well that does not matter.
Vanessa: You know she's my cosuin right?
Smith: I do Miss Vanity, and that's something I admire about you. It is nice to have a strong familial bond. I hope you will continue to team with her and help her grow.
Vanessa: You're actually really nice, maybe Em was wrong.
Smith: As I said, we got off on the wrong foot. It was nice to meet you Miss Vanity, and I would like to apologize for the sick actions of those two miscreants Terry and Matthias. No woman should ever be treated like this.
[[At this point Emily and Keri walk up and see Smith talking to Vanessa.]]
Keri: Oh hell no.
Emily: We already kicked two perverts asses, no problem whooping up on another.
[[Keri and Emily quickly pull Vanessa away from Smith, and walk off with Emily staring back at him.]]
Smith: You are wrong ladies, I was simply introducing myself.
[[Smith shakes his head as Keri and Emily walk off with Vanessa explaining what was going on and Emily calling Smith a crazy bible humper as they round the corner. We then cut to David McCoy prepping for his match with Georgie Nickles standing by, black aluminum baseball bat in hand.]]
Georgie: No way those Empire assholes are messing things up tonight. I'll be out there, and if any of them even try, BOOM!
[[Georgie brings her other hand up and holds the baseball bat before taking a wild swing.]]
Georgie: You focus on beating that asshole Jason Scene, and I'll watch your back.
[[McCoy doesn't say a word, just nods his head and keeps prepping for his match.]]
David 'Bones' McCoy vs. Jason Scene
[[ Before the match, Georgie Nickles takes her place between the ring and the entrance ramp. She holds in her hand the equilizer designed to keep Empire away... That, and designed for hitting baseballs.]]
Alpine: Well it looks like Georgie is ready for action tonight, should Empire rear it's ugly head.
Corazon: Why does that sight turn me on? A woman that could knock me out always turns me on.
[[ The bell rings and Jason lunges at Bones, looking to catch him off guard. However, Bones sidesteps Scene and shoves him headfirst into the turnbuckle. Bones then begins to stomp a mudhole in Scene. After several stomps, and the crowd cheering loudly, Bones picks Scene up by the chin and hits a spinning belly to belly suplex. ]]
1...2- Scene kicks out right at the second count.
[[ Bones cinches in a half-chicken wing, half nelson combo hold and Scene flails his legs desperately to try to get to the ropes, or stand up, after a few seconds of being grounded, Scene works his way up to a vertical base as the two begin to trade blows. ]]
Alpine: So far is seems like 'Major General' is in Command.
Corazon: Wow. Took you weeks to think that one up, didn't it?
[[ Soon, the striking of Scene takes over as he lands a couple of good roundhouse kicks to the knees of Bones. He then hits a spinning neckbreaker as Bones rushes in for a clothesline. Jason covers. ]]
[[ Jason pulls Bones up by his ears and hits an underhook backbreaker and smiles at the crowd as Bones grimaces in pain. He then lifts Bones back up and yells in his face. ]]
Scene: GO AWAY OLD MAN!
Alpine: That's not exactly going to get you extra cool points with the fans here.
Corazon: Did you forget who we're talking about?
Alpine: Oh... Right. I keep getting thrown off by Scene's new look.
[[ Jason Scene bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm followed up quickly by Dream Scene. Jason covers.]]
1...2.. Kickout by Bones!
[[ Jason pounds the mat and once again pulls Bones up. This time he signals for Cut Scene. Bone reverses and tries to pull back for a Dragon Sleeper, Scene flops around in Bones' steel grip like a fish out of water Bones hits an inverted vertical suplex on Scene and begins to go to work. Bones follows up the inverted suplex with a Falcon Arrow style suplex. He then pulls the numb body of Jason Scene back up for one more suplex. This time, a deadlift-German. He bridges back with the pin! ]]
1...2... Kickout by Scene!
[[ Bones holds on as Scene kicks out and he sprawls and pancakes Scene to the mat. He then performs a stepover toe hold on Scene's left leg, and grabs a crossface on Scene in the middle of the ring! Scene struggles to try and get to the ropes, but every time he moves his lower half, his quad muscle screams at him in firey pain. Bones continues to put in extreme pressure while maintaining a calm and relaxed posture. Scene has no choice but to tap out. ]]
WINNER: David "Bones" McCoy VIA Submission @ 09 MINUTES AND 42 SECONDS!!
[[BAD ASS appears at the top of the ramp, a big grin on his face. Over his shoulder he is carrying a brown satchel stuffed with baseballs, he walks about halfway down the ramp. Georgie at the bottom of the ramp starts wagging her bat at BAD ASS as if to say ‘Don’t take another step closer.’ Instead of moving closer BAD ASS takes the bag off from over his shoulder, sets in on the ramp, and takes out a baseball. He holds it in his hand and motions at Georgie all the while mouthing ‘You think you can hit my fastball?’]]
Alpine: What in the hell is happening here?
Corazon: It’s America’s past time, Alpine! And now we have the pitcher BAD ASS vs the hitter, Georgie Nickels! Oooh, this is exciting, who do you think will win?
[[Georgie nods her head and loads up, bring the bat over her shoulder and waiting for the pitch. BAD ASS grins and starts pitching baseball after baseball. Some of them Georgie squares up and hits in to the crowd, fans jump all around to try and get a souvenir. Other pitches thrown at her are simply bunted.]]
Alpine: Georgie looks like a natural out there.
[[From the other side of the ring, Juan Ramirez hops the guard rail and makes his way to the ring. By this time, Jason has left the Scene, getting fed up with BAD ASS ruining the match, and leaves through the crowd, passing Juan on his way out. Georgie, with her back turned to McCoy in the ring, is oblivious to Juan sliding into the ring, and giving a slow DDT to the old war hero. He then starts to stomp down on McCoy. This brings out Seth Black and his security squad. Seth Black gives one of those “Okay guys, knock it off” looks at Juan like he had nothing to do with it at all and motions for him to stop. BAD ASS stops pitching and stands next to Seth, Juan stops his beat down and slides out of the ring and past Georgie to stand next to his EMPIRE buddies. Georgie, just noticing what has been going on, turns around to see her tag partner McCoy sprawled out and hurting in the middle of the ring. She gives EMPRE an evil stare before grabbing a microphone and helping her fallen comrade up off the matt.]]
Georgie: THIS IS BULLSHIT! I know you were behind this Seth and I am SICK and fucking TIRED of this corruption! Since we’re doing our part of the deal by offering you two chucklefucks a title shot, you can do your part and put something up for grabs!
[[Seth, not expecting to talk, doesn’t have a microphone on him but checks his pockets anyways. From BAD ASS’s satchel he pulls out a microphone and shows his “Look what I found!” face.]]
Black: What, Georgie? What is it you want?
Georgie: Since you’ve got your nose firmly planted up Slaine’s ass, I know he’ll never relinquish you of your duties as Head of Security. Which is why I’m placing a challenge, you coward. You beat us? You win the tag-titles. We beat you or BAD ASS? You lose your power.
Black: No! I’m not going to meet your demands-
[[Seth Black stops talking and EMPIRE huddles together, like a football team trying to pick their next play. They break the huddle and Seth Black points to Georgie in the ring.]]
Seth Black: Fine you bitch! You got it!
[[This gets Georgie to smile.]]
Georgie: Good. And just to make sure you don’t back out of your end of the bargain, I’ll have a contract faxed to you. I expect it back by the end of the week, or there will be no titles on the line at Under the Coliseum Lights 2.
[[All of EMPIRE looks extremely pissed. They flip off the Tag Champions in the ring as they turn around to leave the stage.]]
Corazon: Wow, folks! What a stipulation that is! If EMPIRE can’t beat NickelBones at Under the Coliseum Lights 2, Seth Black will no longer be Head of Security!
Alpine: You heard it first here folks! We’ll be back after this quick commercial break!
07-03-2012, 11:27 PM
RE: Redemption 31
[[We cut backstage where The Wrestling Doctor has caught up with former PW Champion and sure fire Hall of Famer William Bateman.]]
WD: William, last week you settled a score with Cobra. This wee...
Bateman: What score did I settle? That win over Cobra last week has Johnny Rebel's greasy fingerprints all over it. Had I known he had stuck his ugly mug into it, I never would have secured the pin. That night was supposed to be the night that I reaffirmed my place among this sport's elite. To put this thing with Cobra behind me for good. To...settle the score like you said. Instead it is tainted. Soured by that APW reject. I can tell you this. I will finish this thing with Cobra in due time. But no score was settled last week. Not by a long shot.
WD: More than a few people have remarked about how you seem to be distancing yourself from Empire. Can you comment on that.
Bateman: Yes, I can.
[[The Wrestling Doctor looks at William expecting him to continue which he does not.]]
WD: Will you?
Bateman: Let's just say that I am doing what is best for my career right now, and leave it at that. Next question.
WD: Chris Chaos.
Bateman: What about him?
WD: What are your thoughts on facing him yet again?
[[William just shrugs his shoulders and replies mater of factly.]]
Bateman: Chris Chaos is my bitch. Pure and simple. It has always been that way. It will always be that way. The seasons may change, but Chris Chaos will ALWAYS be my bitch.
[[Cut to Chris Chaos working over a heavy bag landing shots with furious intensity. As we move into position, we find the heavy bag features the face of William Bateman and Chaos is unloading on it.]]
Chaos: You don't even see it coming William. I am going to take you apart. I am going to seperate your head from your body and piss into your dead skull while bathing in your arterial fountain.
[[His rage is focused squarely on the bag and his strikes echo through the room. He changes levels to simulate body blows.]]
Chaos: Or snap every single one of your ribs one excruciating rib at a time and then punching you directly in the heart.
[[Chaos' eyes are dancing, his look....maniacal. He rips off a flurry, ending with one final roundhouse. He stares at William's face and then looks to the camera.]]
Chaos: You have played the pretty boy for far too long, William. Tonight, everything about you that is beautiful...
[[The camera zooms on his face as he grows a hint of a grin.]]
...I am going to destroy.
Alpine: What a great night of action so far, and it is not about to stop now.
Corazon: I thought I told you that we won't stop, thought I told you that we won't stop, thought I told you that we won't stop.
Alpine: When did Marcus Benjamin get back to the desk?
Corazon: Sorry, just kind of excited for this next match.
Alpine: I can't blame you for that. Two of PW's finest, William Bateman and Chris Chaos are set for action.
William Bateman vs. Chris Chaos
[[As soon as the bell sounds Bateman goes right at Chaos staggering him with a spinning heel kick. Bateman stays on the offensive with a big dropkick and out of nowhere he nails a headscissors. The crowd is surprisingly getting behind Bateman as he grabs Chaos by the hair and delivers three quick kicks right to his face before pulling him to his knees and drilling him in the face with another kick. Bateman goes for the pin clearly wanting to end this one quick, but he only gets a two count. Bateman pulls Chaos up to his feet and continues with the kicks as he drills a few right into the side of Chaos. Chaos shoves Bateman back into the ropes, and almost decapitates him with a stiff lariat. Chaos goes for the pin, but it's only enough for a two count.]]
Alpine: Bateman looks good early on, and the crowd is actually behind him in this one.
Corazon: Guess they decided to go asshole over douchebag.
Alpine: With Bateman distancing himself from Empire lately, he's seemed to be a little more fan friendly.
Corazon: Let's see how long that last.
[[Chaos pulls Bateman back up to his feet, and again sends him across the ropes. Chaos drives Bateman down hard with a powerslam, and goes right into the pin. ONE... TWO... KICK OUT! Chaos again pulls Bateman up, and this time he sends him into the corner. Chaos charges in with a clothesline, but instead he eats a boot to the face. Bateman goes right at Chaos, but he's prepared and sends him over with a back body drop. Bateman is able to land on his feet, but right as he turns around Chaos rakes the eyes. Bateman takes a wild blind swing, but Chaos is able to dodge and ends up behind Bateman allowing him to hit a chop block to the right knee. Chaos starts focusing in on the knee with stomps and a quick elbow drop.]]
Alpine: Chaos has taken control of this match with the cheap tactics, but some would say that turn about is fair play. Bateman has used those same tactics himself.
Corazon: He seems to be keeping it clean in this one though. Maybe the guy is turning over a new leaf. Or maybe he's jusst waiting until the ref has his back turned so he can hit Chaos in the balls.
Alpine: Both of these men will do whatever it takes to win a match, so who knows what kind of shenanningans we could see.
[[Chaos continues to assault the leg with stomps, and then he locks in a simple leg lock. Bateman is right in the middle of the ring trying to go all Mr. Fantastic and stretch to the ropes, but it ain't gonna happen. Bateman slowly begins to pull himself towards the ropes, but the leg lock is clearly doing it's job as he screams out in pain. Bateman is inching closer and closer to the ropes, but his progress is haled as Chaos turns the leg lock into a figure four. Bateman continues to reach for the ropes, but he's just that little bit too far away. Bateman's shoulders fall to the mat and the ref makes the count, but it's only enough a for a 2. The crowd is really cheering Bateman on now, and he uses everything he has to reverse the submission, causing Chaos to break it. Bateman crawls to the ropes, and gets to his feet as Chaos does the same. Chaos charges at William, but he ducks it and Chaos flies off the ropes. Bateman catches him, and nails the Dragon Suplex briding right into the pin. ONE... TWO... KICK OUT! Bateman's legs are still hurting as Chaos again gets to his feet and comes right at him. Chaos kicks him hard, and sets him up for the DDT, but Bateman is able to spin out and reverse it. Bateman catches Chaos with a stiff kick to his leg, and then out of nowhere he leaps up hitting Chaos with Californication. Chaos' head smacks right into the mat, and William is able to grab the legs for the cover. ONE... TWO... THREE!]]
WINNNER: William Bateman Via Pinfall at 9 minutes 50 seconds
[[William is ready to make his exit when the Phoenixtron roars to life. Soon we are looking at Santana, resting comfortably at home, cracking his knuckles one by one.]]
Santana: Hold on there, William. Before you hit the showers I just want you and everyone else to know just how much I want to be there right now to beat you down and make your face a bloody mess. But as you know, I am suspended. That is the only thing that is saving you William. It is the only reason I haven't put you in the hospital yet.
[[William just shakes his head and waves off the idle threats.]]
Santana: Unfortunately for you. I am poised to make my return at Under the Coliseum Lights. You are a fucking punk, William. I hereby challenge you to a Prison Rules match. A perfect way to take out my pent up frustrations. Prison style cage....full of weapons of all kinds....my kind of environment. What do you say, pretty boy? Do you have the balls?
[[William quickly acquires a microphone and wastes no time answering the challenge.]]
William: Nobody has more balls than William Bateman. You want to go to hell with me? I will meet you in that cell.
Santana: Good. It is going to be my pleasure making you my bitch on live television....literally.
[[We cut backstage to Arkia Fisk and Jon Carlson who are eagerly discussing strategy for the upcoming match.
Carlson: You know, I may have gotten screwed last week on Redemption...but with your help, I plan to make up for it by beating those two whiny bitches like they stole something. Besides, last week wasn't a total loss.
Carlson: I got a call from the CWC offices. At Golden Dreams 2012, I will be facing the winner of Juan Ramirez and Scott Rage for the PW International Championship.
[[Arkia is obviously elated. She quickly offers a celebratory hug.]]
Arkia: That is great news. Things are starting to happen and it is time that PW realized that there is a new super team on the horizon.
Carlson: Fo sho. And what about Kris Keebler? The boy hasn't paid you yet, has he?
Arkia: He has not. And those are the least of his problems because I intend to take far more than his money from him.
Carlson: I like how you think.
[[They saunter off with wide smiles headed for the ring.]]
[[Coming back from the break we see Dragon Demonico pacing by the gorilla position, warming himself up lightly for his match. Josh Madrid approaches him with a microphone, stopping his brisk pace.]]
Madrid: Mr. Demonico, you mind if I get a few words?
[[Demonico shrugs his shoulders and sighs to Madrid’s question.]]
Demonico: I guess. Go ahead.
Madrid: Will do. Mr. Demonico, what are your plans for an up and coming tag team like Arkia Fisk and Jon Carlson?
[[Demonico snickers to the question, then continues.]]
Demonico: Carlson is merely in the way. A distraction. This match is about proving that I can, and will beat Arkia Fisk. In addition to this match, we meet again in the Extreme Tournament. In other words, I can’t get enough on beating up on Arkia.
[[The crowd boos as he smiles fiendishly.]]
Madrid: Don’t you think you’re writing off Jon Carlson? He came very close to becoming International Champion last week.
Demonico: Coming close doesn’t cut it. You don’t go in there to survive the champion...you go in there to beat him. That’s the type of person I am. A slayer. And tonight, regardless of having a partner with his own agenda, I will crush the combo of Arkia and Jon. There’s been better tag teams to fall to me.
Madrid: Can you maybe elaborate...
[[The signature pissed off voice of Chris Chaos cuts through Madrid’s question, causing Madrid and Demonico to look to the commotion coming down the hall.]]
Chaos: I GOT FUCKED IN THE ASS!!! AGAIN!!! BULLSHIT!!!
[[Chaos throws a staff member out of his way, sending him face planting into a brick wall.]]
Chaos: WHY ME!?!? WHAT ABOUT CHAOS, WHAT ABOUT ME!?!??!
[[Growing tired of the screaming, Demonico yells out...]]
Demonico: WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YOU POOR LOSER?!? TAKE YOUR LOSS LIKE A MAN!!! I’M OVER HERE TRYING TO DO AN INTERVIEW!!!
Chaos: FUCK YOU!!!
Demonico: I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK, LET ALONE DO AN INTERVIEW, SO SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!
[[Chaos comes full charge into Demonico, shoving him on his ass. Staff clear out of the way as Demonico perches to his feet, then delivers a swift spear on Chaos, sending the two crashing through a catering table! Food spills everywhere as the fans cheer for the mayhem. Fists fly as the two roll around on the food, punching each other in the face. Just then Seth Black shows up with security, and the beefy guards yank the two apart. Seth gets between the two parties, holding out two tatted hands as Skip arrives on the scene not looking too happy.]]
Skip: Demonico, get out to your match! Chaos, get the hell out of the building NOW!
[[Chaos brushes himself off and snarls to Skip. He then points to Demonico as security escorts him away.]]
Chaos: WE’RE NOT DONE YET FUCKER!! I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS UNDER THE COLISEUM LIGHTS!!
[[The crowd cheers for the possible match as Demonico narrows his eyes at Chaos. Cut to the booth.]]
Alpine: Well it looks like we got another match added to the stacked pay per view card! I know Demonico’s not about to turn that one down!
Corazon: Of course he won’t. TFWF’s poster boy, beating up the literal poster boy of Redemption? Can’t pass that up.
Alpine: Well while that match lies ahead on the horizon, Demonico will try to show what he has to offer with a random partner in Smith Young.
Corazon: A team like this is the perfect test to see if Arkia and Jon have what it takes to hang in the quickly growing tag division. A good combination of experience and youth.
Alpine: Both have been on quite the roll lately. Meanwhile their opponents have fallen on some tough times here in PW.
Corazon: They have come up pretty big in the Extreme Tournament, which is gonna be hosted by Phoenix Wrestling for week 3.
Alpine: Really? I didn't get the call to be the guest announcer.
Corazon: Well... who is ready for some great tag team action?
Smith Young and Dragon Demonico vs. Arkia Fisk and Jon Carlson
[[Smith Young decides to start off the match for his team, but when he looks across the ring and sees that Arkia is starting for her team, he quickly tags in Demonico. Demonico gives him a what the hell look, and as Smith is explaining he does not want to wrestle a woman, Arkia takes advantage with a dropkick sending Dragon into the corner. Arkia grabs him and quickly rolls him up, but it's only enough for a 2 count. Demonico is up and furious, but he doesn't have time to react as Arkia spins him around, delivers a hard kick to the gyt and follows up with a DDT. She makes the cover, but again it's only enough for a 2 count. Arkis pulls Demonico up, and sends him into her corner. Arkia makes the tag to Yodi, and he springs in twisting in mid air to hit a big elbow right to the face. Yodi sends Dragon across to the opposite side and charges in with a clothesline. Demonico is able to duck forcing Yopdi to crash and burn. Smith makes the tag, and him and Demonico show some team work hitting a double inverted suplex.]]
Alpine: Arkia got some close ones early on, but with some teamwork Smith and Demonico turn things back in their favor.
Corazon: Yea, by breaking the rules and double teaming Carlson.
Alpine: May not be fair, but it did get the job done.
[[Smith stays on the offensive with a quick elbow drop to the back of Carlson before he pulls him to his feet and delivers a snap suplex. Smith pulls Carlson up and sends him back into the corner where he tags Demonico back in. Again they go to the double team, this time with a regular double suplex. Demonico keeps the focus on the back landing another elbow and following up with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Again Carlson is shoved into the corner, and Smith is tagged in. The double team continues, this time with a double backbreaker. Smith pulls Carlson right back up, and delivers a hard belly to back suplex placing Carlson right in the middle of the ring. Smith grabs the leg and quickly locks in a sharpshooter focusing on the injured back. Carlson screams and tries to claw his way towards the ropes, but Young just locks the submission in even tighter. Arkia is in to try and help her partner, but Demonico is right there with a clothesline that sends both of them flying to the outside.]]
Alpine: Demonico and Smith are showing some incredible team work here tonight, and they could pull out the win right here.
Corazon: Cheap double team moves, and beating on a woman.
Alpine: Arkia didn't shy away from this match, and she was charging into the ring despite not being the legal wrestler.
Corazon: So what, she's hott, Yodi is cool, and their opponents are jackasses.
[[The crowd is really behind Carlson as a Yodi chant has broken out. Carlson uses the crowd to fire him up, and he's able to flip Smith and break the hold. Carlson is slow to get to his feet, but the crowd is firing him up. Smith comes charging at Carlson, but he catches a back body drop to the outside taking out his own tag team partner. Arkia is back up on the ring apron, and Yodi takes the chance to tag her in. Demonico and Smith are getting back to their feet, but then Yodi dives off the ring apron taking both of them down with a crossbody. Yodi pulls Smith to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring allowing Arkia to go for a cover. ONE... TWO... THR - KICK OUT! Smith is up to his feet, and when he sees Arkia in the ring he looks around for his partner to tag him in. Arkia doesn't give him any time though, and comes right at him with a headscissors. Demonico is back to his feet and he makes the blind tag as he gets to his corner. Arkia doesn't notice and pulls Smith out of the corner setting him up for the Head Game. Demonico comes in and just drills Fisk with a huge clothesline. Yodi suddenly jumps up to the top turnbuckle and flies off with a missle dropkick sending Smith flying out of the ring. The ref tries to get Yodi out, but Demonico hits the ropes and comes right at him with a flying big boot. Demonico turns around, and out of nowhere Arkia nails the Offer You'll Never Refuse. Arkia makes the cover and hooks both legs for good measure. ONE... TWO... THREE!]]
Winners: Arkia Fisk and Jon Carlson Via Pin Fall @ 10 Minutes 12 Seconds!
[[ With the match being over in the favor of Arkia and her partner and friend Carlson. They are up standing far in the corner as they celebrate with the fans. Carlson is on the turnbuckle as Arkia covers the other turnbuckle on that side. Smith Young and Demonico are recovering from their loss. The arena grows noisier to the appearance of Crusader storming down the ramp … with his Canadian Flag, as he isn’t alone. Jason Scene is right behind him with a chair, as they both storm in to the ring, immediately taking down Smith Young with a chairshot, courtesy of Jason Scene. ]]
Alpine: These sour losers taking out their frustration on Smith Young. Scene is smashing the chair over and over while Crusader is stomping!
Corazon: Yeah and it looks as if Arkia and Yodi are so happy about winning, they aren’t giving attention to what’s behind them. Oh god, no … not Carlson!!!
[[ Crusader crushes that Canadian flag right across Carlson’s back as he falls backwards off the turnbuckle, clutching his side as the fans in the arena are booing even louder. Arkia quickly hops down the on the turnbuckle as she goes after Scene, who backs out of the ring wisely. Crusader tries his luck in hitting Arkia with the already ‘bent’ flag pole but she turns around just in time to grab it from him, kicking him right in the groin as he turns around going for the escape. Arkia tries to shove the pole up Crusader’s ass but he hops through the ring ropes just before contact. Arkia tosses the flag out on the floor. ]]
Alpine: Crusader was lucky on that escape.
Corazon: Sure was, Arkia was about to ghetto shish kabob him right through the ass and out. Wouldn’t that have been nice to see!
[[ Crusader grabs the microphone as Arkia tends to Carlson, sitting him upright as he steadily holds his side, trying to reach for his back. Arkia helps him up onto his feet as Crusader ‘sarcastically’ claps to the scene. ]]
Crusader: Carlson! You don’t deserve a shot at the International Title rematch! Hell, you didn’t even deserve a title shot in the first place.
[[ The fans continually boo Crusader as he continue to reach for his sore groin that was kicked in by the feet of ‘Miss Business’. He continues to talk shit, gaining major heat. ]]
Crusader: Fuck You! I should be next in line …
[[ Carlson makes his way to the ropes as he points and yells at Crusader without a mic, much can still be heard from his angry shouting, enraged in anger. ]]
Jon Carlson: WHY DON’T YOU STOP BEING A BITCH AND PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS??
[[ The fans cheer to hearing Carlson putting out for Crusader to make a move. Crusader just smiles. Arkia comes back to Carlson as she hands him a microphone. ]]
Jon Carlson: I don’t have a ‘bitch’ for a date come ‘UTCL 2’ so how about we do this? Mano e Mano?
[[ Crusader continues to smile, nodding to the challenge as he speaks into the mic … ]]
Crusader: Sure! You’ll make quite a fine ‘stepping stone’, you poor minority!
[[ Crusader drops the mic to the ground as he makes his way slowly up the ramp in backwards motion, keeping contact, eye to eye with Carlson as the two hold a deep glare. All cools off as the scene fades to the back with an ‘arriving’ Johnny Rebel who sports a black t-shirt with big, white writing on the front top area reading, “Mr. PW chose me …” as below it in smaller text, “Not you, Loser!” Coming into the arena, prepped and ready to deliver in this special requested handicap match, Marcus Benjamin comes from behind, catching up to the PW star who seems not to be in an ‘interview’ mood. ]]
Marcus L. Benjamin: Yo-Yo Reb … Can a brotha’ holla atchu’ for a min’?
[[ Rebel trying to decode the infamous ‘slang’ of Benjamin’s as he just shakes his head and continues walking. ]]
Marcus L. Benjamin: A nig’ just tryna do his job yo … I swear it’ll only be like a second!
Johnny Rebel: Wait, how in the hell do you go from a minute to a second?
Marcus L. Benjamin: Shit I dunno, but cheggit’ …. I wanna ask you why in the fuck would you book yourself in a match like this … going into the biggest PPV of the year?
[[ Rebel smirks as he snatches the microphone from Marcus’s hands as Marcus stares him down just before backing down from getting knocked out. ]]
Johnny Rebel: Why? I’ll tell you why! It’s because Rage and Cobra are the two most overrated pussies on the roster! I plan on beating both of them in the ring TONIGHT!
[[ Rage stops walking as he stares at Marcus as if he wants to do something. ]]
Johnny Rebel: I’m sick of being screwed over and tonight, I put the team of Rage and Cobra to …. Rest!
[[ Johnny shoves the microphone right into Benjamin’s chest hard and loud as Benjamin bounces off the wall. Rebel walks off as Benjamin waits for him to walk around the corner of the hall. He straightens his attire. ]]
Marcus L. Benjamin: Damn that motherfucker is strong … Shit! This jacket COSTS!
[[ All fades to a commercial break. ]]
07-04-2012, 12:46 AM
RE: Redemption 31
[[Coming back from the break we go to the announcing booth. Underneath the heads of Frederick Alpine and Ronaldo Corazon is a bar reading ‘Extreme Tournament 2012’.]]
Alpine: Week two of the biggest tournament of the year concluded, and PW took home quite the number of wins this week!
Corazon: We kicked ass Alpo. Smith Young took out one of CRW’s best guns, Diego De La Vega.
Alpine: That was a damn fine match, and Diego De La Vega would be a very welcome addition to the PW roster. Smith’s partner this evening, Dragon Demonico also pulled out a countout victory over Jimmy Helmsley.
Corazon: Great in singles, not the best in tag team competition. Arkia and Jon had a great showing tonight.
Alpine: Arkia has been having a great showing a lot lately, going undefeated since her loss at Collision Course. That continued over in the Experts as well as she defeated someone many have picked to win the whole thing, SCW superstar Insomnia.
Corazon: Seeing her beat a name like that is enough proof for me to realize we could very well be looking at the next female PW World Champion.
Alpine: That’s very much a possibility. Unfortunately our current World Champion, Masaru Inoue lost his tournament match to former associate Hannah Rickman.
Corazon: No shame in that loss. Rickman has come a long ways since her PWR days. Besides, the champ is allowed to have an off night.
Alpine: I guess you should tell that to Scott Rage, who unfortunately suffered a loss to Doug E. Fresh. Doug is looking dominate as ever, but he didn’t win without a fight.
Corazon: He certainly did not. Speaking of good fights, how good was Seth Black versus Ja Gi Kyung-Moon?
Alpine: That match was so awesome it got the VWF crowd chanting PW. Now that’s greatness there Ron!
Corazon: Truly. Last but not least, Johnny Rebel defeated Steve Stryker to continue his Experts streak.
Alpine: Rebel has been rejuvenated lately. Maybe this streak is what led to him signing up for such foolishness as a handicapped match against Rage and Cobra?
Corazon: Who knows, but I’d love to hear their thoughts on it.
[[Scott Rage and Cobra are standing in the ring, both men with microphones in their hands. The crowd is going NUTS right now and is ready to see Johnny Rebel get his. Scott Rage begins to speak.]]
Scott Rage: Well well well, tonight is going to be the easiest pay day I've had in a LONG time. Tonight, Myself and my buddy Cobra get to face that idiot, Johnny Rebel in a handicapped match. This is a handicap match in more ways than one, because you are definitely mentally handicapped for even wanting this match to happen Johnny boy. Do you know how easy it will be for me and Cobra to end your career tonight if we choose to do so?
[[The crowd chants “FUCK HIM UP COBRA RAGE FUCK HIM UP!!” *CLAP CLAP*, to which Rage smiles.]]
Scott Rage: There isn't a chance in hell that you walk away on your feet let alone with a win tonight. I've been in this business for awhile, and this is by far one of the most idiotic decisions I've ever seen anyone make. You think you have what it takes, well bring it on!"
[[The crowd goes wild but Cobra brings the mic up to his mouth.]]
Cobra: Holdup there Scotty, gimme a second, I have something to say to Johnny boy too. I wanna know why exactly you even want this match? What do you have to prove? Do you want people to see you get destroyed by 2 of us, and maybe, somehow feel sympathetic for you? No, thats not it.
[[Cobra looks up to the lights, pondering the answer.]]
Are you trying to jumpstart your dying career by beating 2 of the best in the business in one match? No, that can't be it either because that’s an impossibility. So I guess I'm chalking this up to stupidity on your end. It would be tough enough for you to face one of us, let alone both of us at the same time.
Scott Rage: You call me a senile old man Rebel? Thats fine, but even a senile old man wouldn't make such a suicidal decision. I hope nobody here tonight blames myself or Cobra for what is about to happen, it’s beyond our control. Its survival of the fittest here, and I know who's in shape and who isn't. Come on out Johnny, we are ready to make your little wish come true!
[[Cobra rubs his hands together with an anticipating smile as Rage hands his title over to the timekeeper.]]
Alpine: I’m trying not to, but I kind of feel bad for Rebel.
Corazon: Don’t. Remember, he did it to himself.
Johnny Rebel vs. Scott Rage and Cobra
Alpine: I just can’t wait to see how well Rebel can do against two major forces. His cockiness may end up hitting the ceiling tonight!
Corazon: Oh, Rebel has been doing this for years … He can lower the rage and tame the snake to his level. Simply put, he’s got this in the bag!
[[ The match starts off and Cobra takes it to start off. Rage exits as the match gets going. Rebel power grapples Cobra. Rebel quickly goes into a waistlock to the reverse as he goes to German suplex Cobra but Cobra holds him from doing that as he ‘chops’ at Rebel’s grasp, breaking the hold. He slips out and takes Rebel in a headlock. Rebel shoves Cobra off as he shoves him into the ropes. Cobra comes back and gets decked with a shoulder block. Rebel briefly taunts before picking Cobra up. He keeps him far from Rage’s reach, as he throws him into the opposite corner. Rebel starts to lay in body blows to soften Cobra’s mid-section. Rebel goes to drop a few boots into the gut as he then lifts Cobra onto the second rope. Rebel climbs up, looking to set him up for a super vertical suplex but Cobra blocks it, punching Rebel in the gut a few times. He pushes him down to the mat forcefully as Rebel’s head collides first with the canvas. Cobra leaps off with a wicked-looking Karate hand strike down to Rebel’s chest as he picks Rebel up and quickly takes him back down with a T-Bone suplex. He covers Rebel. ]]
Alpine: Cobra is on fire right now … Rebel needs to recover. I don’t know if he can take too many of those high-impact suplexes. That was one hell of a T-Bone by Cobra.
Corazon: Yes, so far, they kept countering but right now, Cobra has this in firm control. I suggest he tag in to stay fresh. Rebel is a veteran and if he spots you trying to catch your breath, it could be your last!
[[ Cobra drags Rebel’s body over towards his partner Scott Rage as he slaps the hand of Cobra. Cobra holds Rebel up and both he and Rage sets Rebel up as they drop him gut-first across their knees. Rebel goes rolling off to the side, looking to escape the madness in the ring. Rage stops him from doing so. Rage picks him up and slings him into the ropes, coming back, he catches him and drives him with a wild spin in the form of a powerslam. No count, Rage waves his finger to Rebel as he lifts him back up. He goes and throws Rebel into the corner, opposite from his partner. Scott steps back mid-ways as he sizes up Rebel. Rebel out of it, is in danger as Rage comes hard at him like a bull …. BUT he misses as Rebel falls out of the way at the last second. Rebel breathes, trying to recuperate. Rage holding his shoulder, Rebel sees that and he gets up as quick as he can. He goes and stomps on the back of Rage as he takes that arm and stomps on it too as you can hear Rage yell out in pain. Rebel liking it, he picks that arm up and slams it down into the canvas. He takes it again and slams it down into the canvas. He picks up Rage and in one swift move, he suplexes him damn near across the ring, brute strength. Rage hand out, reaching for Cobra but he doesn’t know the distance between the two. Rebel is already back up and is ready for the kill. He goes to pick up Rage. He bangs into that body, as Rage feels it. Out of nowhere, he lands a super kick, kicking the seven-foot frame, not off the ground, but into the ropes. Shocked that he didn’t make Rage fall, he goes for a clothesline but the taller Rage, although groggy is aware of Rebel’s storming at him. He simply cuts his clothesline attempt off as he drops him. Rage showing slight fatigue grabs Rebel and shoves him into their corner. He tags in Cobra as the two of them are now in the ring. Cobra has Rebel tied as if going for a full-nelson attempt. Rage big boots Rebel into Cobra as Cobra flips him into a full-nelson suplex, holding down for the pin attempt as Rage goes to his corner. ]]
Alpine: Oh Rebel really in need of a partner but unfortunately he chose this kind of match and it’s not going in his favor right now.
Corazon: He did have something going until he tried that clothesline and got decked. Although what we just saw from Rage and Cobra … it seems like they haven’t missed a beat!
[[ Rebel is finding it hard to get back to his feet after that wild double team maneuver. He gets up however only to meet the two feet of Cobra, right to the face, dropping him back down. Cobra plays to the fans as he lifts Rebel up to which he begins a rush of kick attacks, weakening the base of Rebel. Rebel wisely blocks some of them but takes the damage. Rebel, again backed into the corner, he sees Cobra running right at him, Rebel catches him and spinebusters him right into the mat. Power into all of that as Cobra is laying there, barely moving. Rebel rolls off of him as he looks to get back the momentum he loss. He waits for Cobra. Cobra gets up and he goes for a clinch but Rebel breaks out of it, sending a high knee right into the gut of Cobra. He then lifts Cobra, gutwrenching him before slamming him into the mat. The fans are booing Rebel as he stares at Scott Rage. He picks Cobra up and takes him over to Rage, just a couple inches away. He taunts briefly and those costly seconds once again bites him as Cobra reaches out with his far arm, meeting Rage’s hand. Rebel drops Cobra as Rage enters. Rage comes hard with clothesline as Rebel doesn’t stay down. Rebel comes back up and he parries one of Rage’s strikes as he catches him for the “Putdown” but Rage slides out of it as he spins Rebel around. He catches Rebel around the throat with the ‘Crippling Intentions’ as the crowd goes wild. Rage fans off Rebel as he tags in Cobra. Cobra comes in and immediately picks up the broken pieces before shattering it once again with the “Snakebite”, definitely putting down Rebel. ]]
WINNER: COBRA AND SCOTT RAGE VIA PINFALL @ 10 MINUTES AND 35 SECONDS!!
Alpine: It took A LOT to keep Rebel down, but Cobra and Rage did it!
Corazon: Looks like Rebel has something to say about that!
[[Johnny rolls to the outside of the ring, grasping his sore skull as he snatches a mic away from the timekeeper. With one hand on his sore head, he uses the other to point at Rage and Cobra.]]
Rebel: YOU!!! YOOOOOOUUUU!!! BOTH OF YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!!
[[That alternating finger point turns to a fist of rage amongst the boos and laughs from the crowd.]]
Rebel: I TOOK YOUR BEST SHOTS YOU PUSSIES, AND KEPT ON COMING!!! IT TOOK EVERY DAMN THING YOU HAD TO PUT ME DOWN!!!
[[The crowd starts chanting “LOSER!!” over and over as Rage and Cobra wave on the crowd to chant that more.]]
Rebel: COBRA...THERE’S NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND YOU CAN’T STAND WITH ME!!! SINCE WE BEEN BREWING UP A MATCH FOR SOMETIME AT UNDER THE COLISEUM LIGHTS 2, LET’S SWEETEN THE POT!!!
[[Cobra smirks, mouthing “oh really?” to Rebel.]]
Rebel: YOU....ME....LAST MAN STANDING.
[[The crowd explodes for the announcement, and Cobra smiles wide. He nods, and the crowd gets epically louder.]]
Alpine: WOW!!! Cobra versus Johnny Rebel in a Last Man Standing match!
Corazon: If you’re going big on the biggest show of the year, you aim to steal the spotlight. This match does that.
[[Cobra waves on Rebel, who drops the mic with a sadistic smile. From there we cut to the skybox, where Kris Keebler is ignoring what’s going on at ringside, instead choosing to talk to Kookie.]]
Kris: You know how Ja Gi made me bleed at Collision Course? Well I’m going to open a fountain on his forehead.
Kookie: You do that, how dare he try to make my man look ugly.
Kris: Thankfully it was a small cut. All Ja Gi needed was a corrupt doctor to save his ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if he paid him off.
Kookie: Sometimes the most straight laced guys are the ones with skeleton in their closets.
Kris: Oh come on Kookie, we all know he’s gay for Tj. That’s as blatant as the sun is bright!
[[Kookie laughs to Keebler, then notices one of the escorts checking him out. She mean mugs the chick, forcing her to turn away.]]
Kookie: I swear all these hobags in here....
Kris: Don’t worry about them, not interested. What I am interested in though is getting my rematch one on one with Jagi, and moving one step closer to the World Title. Face it baby, you’re sitting in the lap of a future double champion.
[[Just as Kookie goes to kiss Kris, there’s a knock on the door. He finishes up the kiss, then lifts her up off his lap as BAD ASS, Juan, and Seth are obviously too enthralled with the escorts to pay attention to someone knocking. After the sixth wrap Kris says “A MINUTE!!!”, then opens up the door swiftly. His urgent demeanor changes to one of surprise as he looks right into the face of Arkia Fisk. The crowd pops hard as she stands there, giving a hard stare.]]
Kris: What in the hell do you want?
Arkia: The fuck you think I want bitch? I want my motherfuckin’ money!
[[Kris exchanges that hard stare for a moment, then smirks.]]
Kris: I told you, take it...OR LEAVE IT. Now leave here right NOW.
[[Arkia doesn’t, in fact she puts a hand up to the closing door. This gets the attention of the rest of the guys, who break away from their hos to get a piece of the action. Keebler looks back to them, giving a halt with his hand.]]
Kris: I got this guys.
[[Turning back to Arkia, he sighs.]]
Kris: So yeah, like I said, take it or leave it. Got a problem with that?
Arkia: Oh hell yeah. But I ain’t gonna play the fool and punch you in the face just to get gang stomped. So here’s how it’s going to go down Chris. I’m going to take your Redemption Title at Under The Coliseum Lights 2, and leave Rome with it. How does that sound?
[[Huge pops from the crowd as Keebler looks back to his crew briefly, then to Arkia.]]
Kris: To be quite honest, you don’t deserve to face me, let alone anyone in Empire. But tell ya what, since I’m such a fighting champion and all, it would be an honor to add your weaved scalp to my pile. You’re on Fisk.
Fisk: You better believe it Kris.
[[She takes a step closer, trying her hardest to hold back from punching him in the face.]]
Alpine: Yet ANOTHER blockbuster match set for UTCL2!!! Kris Keebler defending his Redemption Championship against Arkia Fisk!
Corazon: That’s going to be insane! That’s one hell of a challenge for Kris! We gotta get a break in, stay tuned for the main event!
[[ Back from break, Slaine Rodrick is in the ring with a medium-length cherry wood table and beside him is the PW World Heavyweight Champion, Masaru Inoue who looks at Rodrick with a menacing glare. The people booing him quickly, giving him no break as Slaine tries to silence the crowd for a moment. ]]
Slaine Rodrick: My great fans in attendance and at home, I bring to you …. The ‘Contract Signing’! To my left, you know him very well, he is the one, the only, the PW World Heavyweight Champion, Masaru Inoue and at our biggest pay-per-view of the year, “Under The Coliseum Lights 2”, we will see him defending that very title to the man who is about to come out here …
[[ Before the name could even be spoken, there’s a gigantic pop, mostly of women who are in ‘crush’ mode. Slaine smirks as Masaru holds nothing but a unreadable face. Slaine waves his arms for the challenger to come on out. ]]
Slaine Rodrick: You know him, you all love him, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon!!!
[[ To a welcome like no other, "Jap The Ripper" by B'z hits from the back as JaGi comes shooting out from the back, excitedly making his way down the ramp, slapping several of his devoted fans hands and high-fiving them as he is out here by himself as the pop is a decibel or two louder than previously. He enters the ring via a slide under the rope stylishly as he gets up, giving immediate attention to his nemesis, the Champ, Masaru Inoue. The fans are going haywire to JaGi’s appearance. The two men stare at each other with heavy hearts of wanting to do damage. Slaine comes between both men, ordering them to sit down immediately. As they do so, following the orders. Slaine picks up the contract that is held to a clipboard. ]]
Slaine Rodrick: I want this to go down cleanly, boys. Alright ‘Champ’, you’re up first!
[[ Slaine hands him the clipboard as Maz slams it down on the table fierce, grabbing the pen from the top and flipping a couple of pages before quickly signing his name. He places the pen back in the same spot. The crowd boos the hell out him. ]]
Slaine Rodrick: Good, now JaGi, it’s your turn, my man!
[[ Instead of handing it to JaGi as one would, Maz throws it at him in a weird version of a toss as JaGi reflexes and catching ability allows him to grab onto it. He shows that ‘picture perfect’ smile to Maz as the fans laugh for a moment with Moon as he flips through the pages. All of a sudden, that smile fades as he looks back at Slaine and Maz, Maz holds a grin now. ]]
Ja Gi Kyung-Moon: Uhm, what does Masaru Inoue reserve the rights to change or alter in this match after he signed?
[[ Slaine takes a deep sigh as he lowers his head a bit, shaking it. ]]
Slaine Rodrick: The man is smart, I didn’t expect him to find a ‘ championship loophole’ but he did. And although he doesn’t have a say in who the number one contender is, he can choose the match’s stipulation. As I expected, Maz chose that route.
[[ Maz grins as JaGi just holds a smirk, looking into the eyes of Masaru as he shook his head. ]]
Ja Gi Kyung-Moon: So what’s the stip, Maz?
[[ Maz just holds down onto that grin. ]]
Masaru Inoue: I haven’t decided yet. I think I need a match with you, beating your ass up and down this ring to decide that factor.
[[ Moon smiles as he picks up the pen, pointing it at Maz. ]]
Ja Gi Kyung-Moon: You know what? Keep your little silly stip’ … I’ll compete … regardless!
[[ Moons aggressively signs the dotted line on the contract as he drops the pen and the crowd goes wild with cheers upon cheers. He gets up out of his seat as he play to the fans. Maz slowly gets up from his chair as he shakes his head. In his corner, the ring crew comes in, taking out the chairs, the table and the rug that the table sat on as Moon was in his corner. Slaine nodded to both men as he exited the ring with the contract in his hand as he headed to the back. ]]
Alpine: The tension between these two are at a ridiculous level of thickness. They can’t stand each other and for Slaine … that’s bank. These are the top two stars of his business, going at it. I just hold no clue to what the hell could be in the mind of that psycho with the stipulation.
Corazon: I don’t know either, but you should know Maz lies on creativity. Something that hasn’t been done before. Must I take you down the memory of sickness he’s given us since his entry into this company. JaGi’s smiling but if I were him, I’d be a little worried at best.
Alpine: JaGi’s always been a tough, strong soldier of the company, standing up for everyone and never being one to shy away from a fight. He’ll be alright!
Masaru Inoue and Kris Keebler vs. Tj Jones and Ja Gi Kyung-Moon
[["Own Little World" by Celldweller plays out as TJ Jones comes down to the ring, slapping some of the fans hands, eager to get to his partner for this match as he enters the ring. Kris Keebler's music quickly cuts them off, with Kid Rock's "Cocky" replacing their tag team theme music. The Redemption champion comes down with Kookie Kreme at his side as he eyes all three of the men in the ring, setting Kookie Kreme aside as he slides into the ring, in the corner of the World Champ, wanting to get this match started. ]]
Alpine: TJ looks as well as he can, though there are bags under his eyes. He may not have had enough sleep this past week. He had heat exhaustion but he'll have to be over that if he wants to stand a chance in this match.
Corazon: The other team is having their own problems.
[[Kris Keebler and TJ Jones stand together on the outside of the ring and try to reach an understanding. One says "You follow my lead." The other says, "Stay out of my way." The match hasn't even started yet but they aren't able to get on the same page. That's when Kookie pulls Keebler out of the way, allowing him to escape from harm with TJ and Ja Gi both hitting stereo sliding dropkicks on Masaru Inoue. Keebler raises his hands and backs away as the fan favorites throw Maz into the ring. TJ Jones whips Maz to the ropes. Inoue returns into a double drop toehold from Jones and Moon, and after hitting the mat, the two friends deadlift the World Champion off of the mat in a Karelin lift, dropping him into a double gutbuster. TJ Jones stands guard as Ja Gi makes the cover but only gets a two count. Ja Gi pulls Maz over to the face corner and tags in TJ Jones, who slings over the top rope with a body splash. Another pinfall only nets a one count. Jones brings Ja Gi back in and they both score on sandwich calf kicks, but Ja Gi still can't get even a near fall before Maz kicks out again, pushing away to try to distance himself. Kyung-Moon throws Maz into the corner and brings in TJ Jones, who stands in wait as Ja Gi puts Maz on the top rope and throws him down with an Iconoclasm into Jones's waiting arms for a sitout powerbomb! Maz kicks out at two.]]
Alpine: Here's where the tag team chemistry of Ja Gi Kyung-Moon and TJ Jones is helping them control the pace in the early going.
Corazon: But Inoue has that crazy toughness to him, so he isn't going to go out that easily.
Alpine: Crazy toughness?
Corazon: Completely. Just try to stab him. The knife will break for fear of making him mad.
[[TJ Jones puts Inoue into the corner and lays into his archrival with hard kicks. Jones goes to whip Maz into the ropes. Kookie Kreme hops onto the apron to distract the referee, while Kris Keebler pulls down the bottom rope and TJ falls to the outside. Keebler brings TJ back to his feet and locks him in a Full Nelson, driving the Iron King's face into the apron with a facebuster variation! Kookie drops off of the apron in time for the referee to turn back to the action and dive out of the ring in front of Ja Gi to stop him from going to the other side of the ring. Keebler tosses TJ Jones into the ring and berates Maz for needing to be saved so early. Inoue hits TJ with the Snapmare Driver, but See Me In Your Nightmares only gets the two count. Maz tags in Kris Keebler, who tells him "This is how you do it" and brings TJ out to the middle of the ring for a Kradleplex. Ja Gi interrupts the count to save the match. Kris Keebler whips TJ Jones into the neutral corner and hits a clothesline, then takes Jones out to the ropes and whips across with TJ Jones jumping over him for the Sunset Flip. Kris Keebler tries to keep himself from falling down, with Masaru Inoue eventually getting involved to stomp on TJ's face to stop the move. The referee admonishes Maz, but the match continues as Kris Keebler allows TJ Jones to stand up and waylays the Iron King with a Treetop Dropkick that only goes for a two count. Keebler retains control and sends TJ into the heel corner, following in with a body splash that misses with TJ rolling out of the corner to avoid! The crowd cheers on TJ as he tries to get to his corner. Just then, Kris Keebler screams bloody murder. The referee turns to see him holding his hands over his eyes, complaining that there's sharp debris in them. Kookie Kreme is on the apron again demaning that the referee check her man, and Oxford goes to see what the problem is. When Kookie gets off of the apron, Oz Oxford stops Ja Gi from getting involved in the match, sending him back to the corner because the tag wasn't seen. ]]
Alpine: This is ridiculous! This is supposed to be a fair contest!
Corazon: All's fair in war.
[[Kookie Kreme is lifted into the air. Arkia Fisk carries off the valet to even out the odds, with Kris Keebler shouting and complaining. Suddenly, he finds himself in a School Boy. 1... 2... Masaru Inoue breaks the hold! Ja Gi Kyung-Moon finally has enough and is able to get into the ring, using a series of kicks to stun Maz before a clothesline takes both men over the top rope. TJ Jones stands up and ducks a Measuring Kick, slipping behind Kris Keebler and locking in his Full Nelson to attempt the Soul Destroyer. Keebler gets an arm free and pulls the referee in close to him, obscuring the low blow back kick to keep the match alive. Jones falls back into Keebler's corner. Kris Keebler lifts up TJ Jones onto his shoulders, going to the center of the ring with the Keebler Bomb! 1... 2... save by Masaru Inoue! Having tagged himself in behind Keebler's back, the Phoenix Wrestling World Champion nearly decapitates Kris Keebler with the buzzsaw kick, then tosses Keebler out of the ring and onto Ja Gi who is down from a stolen JGKMT. Maz pulls TJ up onto his shoulders and plants him into the mat with an over the shoulder back-to-belly piledriver. 1... 2... 3! ]]
WINNER: MASARU INOUE & KRIS KEEBLER VIA BREATH/TAKEN @ 13 MINUTES AND 21 SECONDS!!
[[ As the match comes to an end with both Champions taking the victory, Keebler takes his early exit from the ring, him and Kookie going up the ramp, leaving the scene. Masaru requests for the microphone as he gets it. He goes over to JaGi who he and TJ Jones with their heads tilted, tries to make their way to the back but Maz quickly stops the two of them … ]]
Masaru Inoue: Oh JaGi, I’ve made up my mind for our match’s stipulation … well, stipulations, if you will. Here’s how it will go … First off, we will face off in a double stacked steel cage. Two massive, fifteen foot tall structures stacked on top of each other.
Alpine: Oh …. God!
[[ JaGi’s facial expression isn’t well as he is receiving this stipulation. TJ Jones is beside him, trying to keep him cheered up. The fans are booing. ]]
Masaru Inoue: The bottom of the ring is where the competitors will start out. Bottom of the second cage is where all the ‘goodies’ lie and on top of the cage, a bolted down ladder, which is there to point to the obvious … my World title hanging from above. Every fifteen minutes, a door will open. First, the bottom cage then the top cage … all just to keep things well controlled.
[[ The fans who are behind JaGi suddenly start to replicate his facial expression. Maz smiles as he widens his eyes. ]]
Masaru Inoue: NOW …. For the cliffhanger of this match … Me and you JaGi, we aren’t alone in this match.
[[ JaGi looks confused as so does everyone else in the arena. Who else could it be except for JaGi and the Champ? Maz keeps them standing on the back of their heels. ]]
Masaru Inoue: T….J ….. JONES!!!
Corazon: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME???
[[ The fans go insane as the two friends and partners shake their head, not knowing what to do with the news. Maz hangs along the ropes as he looks down at JaGi and TJ. ]]
Masaru Inoue: That is not all either! You two will be starting out at the bottom of the cage and I will be waiting patiently for you in the second cage!
[[ Jones and JaGi are pissed the hell off as they look at each other, knowing they can’t change the script. All was done, set in stone as the fans were booing Maz to death. ]]
Masaru Inoue: For this masterpiece, I call it the ‘Trios of Terror’ match! Enjoy it, bitches!
Alpine: This is completely insane … Friend against Friend!
Corazon: He is a psycho …. But he is a goddamn genius when it comes to creativity. Holy Shit!
Alpine: We gotta’ go … It’s been a hell of a show to head into our biggest pay-per-view of the year. We hope to see you there, till then … Goodnight!
[[ Inoue spikes the microphone into the canvas as he exits the ring and walks past Jones and Moon with the crowd giving him mixed reactions of boos and cheers for the match stipulation. As the ‘PW logo’ comes onto the screen, moments from fading to black, the last camera shot shows Jones and Moon staring at each other with the “Oh Fuck!” look. The show fades to black. ]]
*** END OF SHOW ***