Delta Center - Promoter Mike Stanton
(FADEIN: A Camera panning throught the crowd picking out signs of Black Sage, Stone Wolf, Able Wicks, and others as pyro is heard exploding in the background, the crowd is flipping as the camera passes the commentary table before settling on the ring where Carlos Canyeta is standing, wearing street clothes) TONY ROSS: SALT! LAKE! CITY! IS THE WHERE THE FWF HAS DRAWN THE LINES OF WAR AND THE BATTLE GROUND IS HERE!! Tony Ross here at ringside with Jake Shades and Victor Alvarez, and tonight...The National Title is to be decided, the MAIN EVENT of World Invasion 2K will be set as the 3 men who will via for the right to become the FIRST EVER FWF World Champion will be decided, Jobber Vs Nevada Smith
JAKE SHADES: Bah, sounds like a joke
TR: Maxwell Houz Vs Suicide King (Audible snort of contempt from Shades) and the Frontier Title on the line, as Anarky challenges Stone Wolf for both the title and the right to be the man going for the World Title!
JS: Well I can only hope to keep my lunch down during all that crap and then we'll have the real action as Black Sage and Asylum will end each other's career's in a barbed wire match for the National title!
TR: This may be true, but now in the ring Canyeta has the mic.
CANYETA: Now Doc, I've been hearing you say a buncha things about me, I might have lost a match or two, but I didn't get myself dishonored, I wasn't destroyed...And you've been talking about me like I'm a failure...That's not me, now get out here and let's settle this...(Talent Relations, wearing business suits and sunglasses, with secret service like earpieces walk towards the ring)
TR: Well Doc isn't coming out, but Talent Relations is motoring out to ringside. Ybok and Jamar are in the ring...
CANYETA: I didn't ask for you two idiots...I wanted Doc to come out here (CUEUP: "Dumb" by Garbage) Now there's what I--
TR: A CHEAPSHOT BY YBOK! Both men now stomping down on Canyeta as Doc Silver has made it to the ring and watches over this mugging...This is absurd
JS: This is the price of failure! I say body bag the moron!
DOC: Now that this idiot is outta the way...I need somebody new to soil their hands for me in the FWF...So I choose as my new Golden boy...He's been my rag doll his whole life...Now he gets to beg for my help...ANARKY!
TR: WHAT?! Anarky's life has basically been based on revenge on Doc Silver from insults and humiliation back when he was new to this sport! (CUEUP: "More Human Then Human" By White Zombie as Anarky dressed in his standard black trench coat walks towards the ring staring daggers at Doc)
TR: This is...Shocking...What is Doc Silver trying to prove with this?
JS: That anyone he wants will kneel down and obey him! Anarky's no different from the rest! (Anarky pulls a mic from his trenchcoat and looks dead at Doc)
ANARKY: Is this a joke? Are you nuts.
DOC: Look...You've been my whipping boy your whole life...Now is your ONE CHANCE to make yourself worth something, so you will BOW DOWN TO ME and agree to be my tool of vengence in this hellhole.
ANARKY: Are you that stupid? Are you REALLY THAT NUTS?! I'll kill you where you stand.
DOC: You're not getting the point.
ANARKY: Yes I am.
TR: ANARKY DECKS JAMAR! ONE FOR YBOK! DOC TAKES A RIGHT! Anarky hammering all three men...Doc SPLIT TO THE FLOOR WITH A CLOTHESLINE! (A man flys to the ring, all that really be made out is that he has a stick in his hand) WAIT!! That man! Somebody just flew from the back and struck Anarky with a stick SHATTERING it on his head! That's...THAT'S GLADIATOR!
VA: I thought he was retired...What he is doing?!
TR: Gladiator...Who I'm sure this whole time was Doc's new lackey, new hired gun in the FWF just took Anarky's head off with that stick...He's motioning to the crowd with a thumbs down sign...And he hooks Anarky...PEDIGREE! My God...Doc Silver is over by us now...
DOC: Vic, you got the night off...Get outta my chair.
VA: What? I...
DOC: Get going...NOW...(Headsets being ruffled as Victor is seen leaving the broadcast area looking stunned as Doc takes his spot)
DOC: Now you see that, two failures laying face down in a heap and a nutcase in chainmail laughing...Isn't that great? Isn't that what wrestling is all about?
TR: You are sick.
DOC: Thanks.
JS: This is great, we didn't need that idiot anyhow, glad to have you aboard Doc!
DOC: I'll make sure you never walk again, you're not my friend.
JS: As you wish.
TR: Well while this ego maniac enjoys the carnage in the ring, we'll have some highlights of tonight's dark matches coming right up!
(Commercals for 7up, and N64)
TR: We are back fans and we have highlights of two matches not shown on TV DOC: One of them outta respect for "The Tank" and his family
TR: (CUTTO: Highlights of Lars Magellan just destroying Ricky O'Neill) Lars took it to a hapless Tank and finished with a Beach Bomb in slightly more then three minutes.
JS: 2 of those minutes were just toying with him anyhow! That was sad!
TR: Well our other match had some more drama to it (CUTTO: Film of the match between Chris "The Champ" Parker and "Gentleman" Alex Graham as Graham nearly has 'Anything but Gentle' locked in, but Parker grabs for the ropes. Graham pulls him up and drills him with a series of rights to the jaw and then whips him to the ropes, but puts his head down to early and gets caught with a kick, Parker then scoops him up and hits the RPM out of the blue and cradles Graham for the 3 count. CUTTO: The Broadcast table again)
TR: Well Chris Parker with a victory right before the cameras started rolling tonight, he's looking like he could be a star in the not-to-distant future of the FWF.
JS: He's nearly worthless...Why the heck would be anything anywhere?
TR: Well you can't count out anyone...A while ago FWF camera crews caught Black Sage and he had some choice words for his match tonight.
(Cutto: Backsage where we find Sage alone in a dark dressing room. The lights in the room are all either off or dimmed, making it hard to distinguish Sage's facial expressions under the coat of black & green warpaint he has on. Smoking a cigarette on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror, we can faintly make out the sillouette of a camera-man behind Sage in the mirror, as well the crates of barbed wire we've seen recently during Sage's promos. Wearing head-to-toe black military fatigues, steel-toe/heel military boots, and a black New Breed bandana along with his warpaint, Sage is nearly unrecognizable as the FWF National Champion we know...but seems prepared for a war that we don't expect.)
BLACK SAGE:---I'll be first person to admit how f(FFC)ed up this business is, but I'll probably be the last to admit it hasn't been rewarding, because it has been. (Sage drags off his cigarette) Just like the f(FCC)ed up business of war...it's a double standard! More war...means more money, for someone...somewhere. (Sage exhales a ribbon of smoke) More pain...means more gain. (Sage smirks) ...not to discount certain suits that'll claim war isn't business, but rather an art...well, those folks are just the *promoters* of war if you must know! We've got em' right here in the FWF too...and although FWF co-owner might not sound as high and mighty as Secretary of War...it's virtually the same job, only with less paperwork. (Sage puffs his cig, smirking...) How devious of the FWF to bring a war as violent as Sage versus Asylum to Mormon country in Salt Lake City! (Sage exhales) ...but that's the double-standard! The match'll be just that much more *memorable*..and that much more *unique*...and make so much more of an impact if we present it in this enviornemnt! (Sage drops his cigarette into the sink) ..sure, we'll likely offend a few thousand here and a few thousand more at home in front of their televisions...but as the gods of war, we've decree that although viewer casualties may be high in SLC...viewers from the rest of the world will surely benefit and find enjoyment at their expense, both phsyically, emotionally...and morally! ...because this business has been morally bankrupt since day one, and physical and emotional pain is only something left to the participants in that ring! Tonight...it's me and Asylum! ...and I've welcomed myself back into a military logic for this one special occasion!
(Briefly in the mirror behind Sage, the red-face digits of a clock flash the time 22:20.)
...and that means; military time, military procedure, and military solutions! This conflict has dragged on long enough...and if the FWF wants it to end in violence, who am I to argue, right? (Sage grins) For whatever reason, Asylum...we can't coexist, so one of us must be eliminated! ...and that's something that I've been trained to do! You on the other hand...seemed trained to destroy yourself! ...and that isn't going to help you tonight in SLC! (Sage lights up another cigarette) Are the traps of my mindset dangerous? (Sage shrugs) Time will tell...but for you *Asylum*, these mindsets are virtually gauranteed to be dangerous!
(Fade Out)
(Commercals for Cablevision advertising, and FWF Tour Ticket info)
(FADEIN: Shots of the crowd, cheering and yelling, the camera cuts to the ring) PAUL KRAMER: The following contest is set for ONE FALL...
(CUEUP: "It's the end of the World As Well Know It (And I feel fine)" By REM)
PK: From Ankorage Alaska...Weighting 200 Pounder...Here is J! D! BADDDDLUCK!! (Badluck lightly jogs to the ring, wearing his standard Spider Man styled ring outfit, the crowd cheering him as he steps into the ring and begins stretching)
TR: JD Badluck, quite the high flyer and as of late I think I can speak for a lot of FWF fans by saying we're impressed with what we're seeing.
DOC: Drop dead...All I wanna see is Anarky in a body bag...These idiots can fall off the edge of the earth.
PK: And his opponent...
(CUEUP: "Dangerous" by Busta Ryhmes)
PK: From Miami Florida...Weighting in at 265 pounds...CON! FLICT! (Conflict, wearing a black singlet with "Conflict" in yellow on the chest. Conflict eyes down JD Badluck as he gets into the ring)
TR: This match should be a good one, these two are both looking for a win.
JS: Cause most people in the ring only lust for a good, hard-fought loss.
TR: Be quiet...Conflict locks up Badluck and forces him to the corner...No clean break as he fires a right hand to the gut and another...Conflict sends Badluck to the corner, Badluck NAILS Conflict coming in with a boot, Conflict staggers back...SPINNING HEEL KICK! Conflict rolls quickly to the outside...PLANCHA BY BADLUCK!! MY LORD!
DOC: That's how you end up in a wheel chair, this kid can't be much more then a buck 75, no meat on your bones doing stuff like that, you'll be hardpressed to keep walking past the age of 35.
TR: Well these men know how important victory is in the FWF, they want to make a name for themselves and they will risk their bodies to do it...Conflict thrown into the ring and he bounces off the ropes and BIG CLOTHESLINE on Badluck as JD was getting into the ring!
DOC: See, a Clothesline just flattened this kid and you'll never see a man throw a clothesline and end up in the hospital with a broken neck...
TR: Conflict now stomping away on Badluck, dragging him to his feet by his hair and a bodyslam, an elbow drop and a cover 1...2...NO! Badluck now pulled up again and a forearm topples him into the ropes...FLYING FOREARM BACK BY BADLUCK! Conflict rocked back on his heels and a kick to the gut AND A DDT BY BADLUCK! Conflict now staggering as Badluck bounces off the ropes...FLYING CLOTHESLINE!
JS: This kid is throwing himself around like a rag doll to try to deal with Conflict's weight advantage, Doc's right, he's gonna get crippled trying to fight with the big boys.
TR: You can't question JD Badluck's heart...You might be right about his size but the man is relentless, as he pulls up Conflict and gets rocked with a gutshot...Conflict with another right hand...Both men trading punches and Conflict gets the upper hand and rocks the smaller Badluck...Conflict just MANHANDLES Badluck..POWER BOMB! He just nearly broke Badluck's spine!
DOC: See...Get the chalk...
TR: Conflict just crushed Badluck and now he throws him into a corner, a couple kicks to the gut and now he whips him to the far side...And Badluck crashes into the buckles and just about falls deadweight...Conflict now grabs him and sets him up top...
JS: He's gonna Superplex him on that nearly broken back and finish him!
TR: You might be right...For once in your life...Conflict now being hit with rights and lefts from Badluck...Conflict's and Badluck still brawling on the ropes...Badluck with a shove manages to send Conflict to the mat...Conflict quickly back to his feet...SPIDER SPRINGER! BADLUCK NAILED HIM! LEG HOOKED! 1...2...3!! YES! BADLUCK GOT HIM!! Out of NOWHERE! (A hurt and stunned Conflict starts pulling himself up by the ropes as Badluck rolls to the floor holding his stomach and doubling over in agony as the ref runs outside to raise his hand)
PK: The Winner of this contest...JD BADLUCK!!
TR: JD Badluck takes the opening contest...Back with more after this...
(Commerical for Coors light)
(Commeral hyping World Impact 2K FWF PPV) TR: Folks right before we went to commercal we saw something in the fact
(CUTTO: Fed Up talking to somebody off camera "You look great" is all that's heard)
DOC: Who cares? Get a life...
TR: Well I for one would like to know what's going on in the back...
PK: The Following Tag Team Contest is set for 1 fall...Coming to the ring first
(CUEUP: "Bad Company" by Bad Company)
PK: Coming to the ring from Eaglepass Texas...Weighting in at a combined weight of 510 pounds, ALAN and HANK THOMPSON...BAD! COMPANY!
(Alan and Hank, in cowboy gear walk towards the ring with their normal Texan gear on, they hit the ring and jaw jack with a few fans that are getting on their case.)
TR: Bad Company seemingly getting on the nerves of a few fans around ringside.
JS: Who cares about them? Stupid fans...
PK: And their opponents...
(CUEUP: "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper)
PK: Weighing in at a combined weight of 426 pounds...RJ Harris and Brandon Gooday...FEEEEDDDD UPPP!!!
(Two men, who don't look much like Fed up start walking to the ring, they cirlce the ring and then pull a table out from under the ring)
TR: Who are these two idiots and what are they doing out here?
JS: I dunno, but they got a table out, and tables are just another tool of mindless violence, so I'm all for it!
TR: WAIT A SECOND! The Real Fed just flew down the aisle and are all over Bad Company...DOUBLE DROPKICK ON HANK! AND ONE ON ALAN! Fed Up battering Bad Company in the early going!
DOC: Because Fed Up get cheered by the fans a brutal sneak attack is OK, but I have Gladiator maim that idiot Anarky and I'm the bad guy in all of it...Seems fair.
TR: RJ now in the ring waiting for a member of Bad Company to get in the ring to get this thing offically underway, Hank makes it in,
JS: Gawd, this feeling out process is taking forever, somebody behead somebody else with a chair and get this over with...I wanna see Sage and Asylum end each other's careers!
TR: Hank tags in Alan who fires a shot into the exposed ribs of RJ and now hooks him...BACKBREAKER!
DOC: He dropped him more side first then on his back, trying to hit those ribs.
TR: This he did...Hank now kicking away on RJ and sends him to the ropes...BACKDROP! RJ got some sky that time and Hank over...ELBOW DROP...MISSED! RJ scampers to his corner and tags in Brandon who rushes the ring and hooks Hank...SNAP SUPLEX! Hank trys to get to his feet as Brandon gets to the top rope...DOUBLE AX HANDLE OFF THE TOP! 1...2...NO!!
JS: Oh...That was three! I want Barbed Wire Death dammit!
TR: Brandon now with a BIG knife edge chop and ANOTHER rocking the Texan backwards...You know these two teams will be fighting for a spot on World Invasion 2000...The PPV Where the FWF Will Crown it's first Ever World Champion...Brandon backing Hank into his corner and stomps away to the gut before tagging RJ back in, and RJ with a snap mare on Hank, who again struggles to his feet...Dropkick! NO! Hank managed to swat the dropkick aside and tag in Alan...MONSTER LARIAT FROM ALAN!
JS: That's the way you do it! Finish him!
TR: Now the big Texan pulls RJ up...And just a mean spirited slap in the face...RJ is on rubber legs as forearm from Alan crumples him to the mat...Alan now scoops up RJ...PRESS SLAM! OH MY LORD! He Had to be more then 7 feet in the air and jut crashed to the mat! A Cover...1...2...NO! As RJ kicked out...
DOC: Bradon didn't exactly fly in there...Gotta save your partner on anything...
TR: RJ trying to get up and he's being stomped silly by Alan, who tags out to Hank and both men just stomping the guts out of a hapless RJ...Hank now pulls him up and hooks him...Suplex...No Blocked! SUPLEX BY RJ! RJ rolling towards his corner...Hank's got him by the ankle trying to drag him away...NO! RJ BREAKS FREE AND TAGS BRANDON!
DOC: And here comes vengence...
TR: Brandon exploding with Dropkicks on both men as he is rocking the two big Texan's! Brandon gets caught trying to kick Hank...ENZIGURI! Brandon with a roundhouse kick floors Alan! (Conflict walks towards the ring) What's Conflict doing out here?
DOC: I'd guess getting ready to interfere in this little ordeal.
TR: Conflict is on the apron yelling at the ref...WAIT..HANK JUST TOSSED A BRANDING IRON INTO ALAN! Alan Swings...MISSES! Brandon with a kick to the gut and he wrenches that Branding Iron free...AND CRACKS ALAN OVER THE HEAD WITH IT! RJ pulls Conflict off the apron...A Cover 1...2...3!!! YES!! Hank in the ring and he's got the Iron...CRUSHES Brandon with it!!! Oh my word! He's out cold!
JS: That's what I like to see, mindless carnage...Go Bad Company!
TR: Well Fed Up has won this match...But as for the War I'm not sure about that...We'll be back after this...
(Commercal by thetruth.com, ads for FWF's new Playstation game)
FADEIN: A broken down locker room door, we see Talent Relations, Wicks, and Manson walking out, the camera pans inside to see a face down Maxwell Houz motionless) TR: What the hell was that all about Doc?
DOC: I think the tape was a give away...Idiot...
TR: Folks...Mike Manson and his band of thugs have seemingly laid out Maxwell Houz before his World Title Tournament match tonight...This isn't right...
DOC: Life isn't fair...Drop dead..
(CUEUP: "The Thin Line" By Queensryche)
PK: The Following Contest...Is set for one fall...Coming to the ring first...From Seattle Washington...He weights in at 240 pounds...NEMMMSSSSIISSS!!!
(CUTTO: Nemesis walking to the ring to the cheers of the crowd, he stops as a small boy is cheering for him, wearing a home made T-Shirt that says "The Wrath...Can you feel it?" Nemesis stops and talks to the boy and his father, and then takes off a pendant that he was wearing and gives it to the kid)
DOC: Doesn't that just make you want to puke?
TR: Will you stop that...This man respects the fans, and they respect him...I can't help but think that Kabe is in for a rough time tonight...
JS: This creampuff is nothing, he's gonna be destroyed!
(CUEUP: "Counterfeit" by Limp Bizkit)
PK: And his Opponent, from Champaign Il. weighting in at 265 pounds RICK! E! KAAABBBEEE!
(Kabe walks out looking with contempt into the booing crowd as he slowly walks towards the ring before staring down Nemesis)
TR: These two men just do not like each other and it's gonna be a brutal battle. As both men lock up, Nemesis breaks up the lock up and throws a right hand to the jaw and another...He's a former boxer you know.
JS: So what? He could be a 9th degree blackbelt and that doesn't mean anything in the ring...
TR: Well I think it proves this man knows what to do with is hands in the ring and he's showing us all this fact...Nemesis yelling at Kabe who looks to lock up again and gets nailed in the gut with a kneelift and takes a couple right hands to the side of the head. Kabe rocked into the ropes and send in...POWERSLAM! A Cover 1...2...NO! Kabe kicks out...
DOC: One move and a cover...Wishful thinking for Nemesis.
TR: Maybe...But I think you gotta try to win whenever you can...As Kabe is dragged up to his feet and DRILLED with a hard right hand...Kabe rocked to the corner and Nemesis with a series of punches and kicks hammering the chest and head of Ricky Kabe who slumps in the corner...Kabe trips Nemesis and rolls him up...FEET ON THE ROPES! 1..2..NO! The ref didn't see it but Nemesis kicked out anyhow!
DOC: Ref's...Blind...Never...
TR: Nemesis just looks full of rage over that attempted screwjob by Kabe and throws him to the ropes...SPINEBUSTER! Kabe crushed and a cover...1...2...NO! Kabe powers out as Nemesis powers up and throws him to the floor...Kabe now stumbling around on the outside trying to shake out the cobwebs as Nemesis stalks him on the floor...Kabe rolls in and Nemesis follows and gets stomped on the way in...
JS: Moron...Kill him Kabe!
TR: Kabe hammering on the back of Nemesis, hooks him...DDT! He planted him! Kabe now gloating as the crowd is booing him... Kabe now throws Nemesis into the corner...He staggers out...BULLDOG! Kabe planted him! A Cover...1...2..NO! NO! He kicked out!
DOC: Bah...Get Anarky out here to die...Who cares about this?
TR: These fans and these two men care a great deal about this, thank you very much...Kabe now hammers away and he drags Nemesis to his feet and hooks him...COUNTERFEITER! NO! BACKDROP! Nemesis got away from being nailed...BACK SUPLEX BY NEMESIS...He just lifted and tossed Kabe like a rag doll!
DOC: You get your finisher stopped, it can hurt your ego and effect the match greatly...
TR: Nemesis waiting on a dazed Kabe...SWINGING NECK BREAKER! A cover...1...2...NO! A Kick out by Kabe...
JS: That was too close! Kill this goody toe shoes dammit!
TR: That's an....Odd way to say it...As Kabe is indeed rocked and is caught by Nemesis...SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! He's now looking towards the crowd...Maybe we'll see the Wrath of Vengence!
DOC: The Who of What?
TR: Shut up...Nemesis now taking dead aim at Kabe...CHARGES...CAUGHT AND HOTSHOTTED BY KABE! Nemesis staggers...Kicked in the gut...COUNTERFEITER!!! HE DRILLED IT!! 1...2...3!!!
(CUEUP: "Counterfeit" by Limp Bizkit)
PK: Here is your winner...RIIIIICCCKKKK...EEE...KAABBBEEE!!!
TR: Nemesis is pulling himself up by the ropes as Kabe is just gloating and drawing the ire of these fans...Nemesis shakes his head...And now he's walking over and extending his hand...
JS: Sportsmanship? Didn't that die ages ago?
TR: I don't think there's anything wrong with this at all...Nemesis is admitting that while he might have came up just a little short that he respects the fight Kabe fought...Kabe over and now he's reaching out...KICK T THE GUT!! NO! NO! ANOTHER COUNTERFEITER!! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!
DOC And JS: YES IT IS!!
TR: Just a sickening...Tasteless display here...And I hope that Ricky Kabe gets his at World Impact 2K...We'll be back...right after this...
(Commercial for Magic: The Gathering, the collectable trading card game)
TR: We are back fans...The FWF World Title Scene will become much clearer in the next hour or so, the National Title will be decided, but first, Jean Rabesque and the Copycat are gonna go one-on-one... JS: Cancel their matches, forget about the 'World Title' with a buncha morons fighting for it...I WANT BARBED WIRE DEATH!
(CUEUP: "Shape of Things" Jeff Healy Band)
PK: The Following contest is set for one fall...Coming to the ring first...From Montreal, Quebec Canada, weighting in at 245 pounds...JEANNNNNN! RA! BE! SSSSQUEEE!!!
(Rabesque walks out to a cheering crowd , he stops to high five a few fans before he walks to the ring)
DOC: Is he in one of his 'bad mood' phases...The man is like the tides, loses a few matches, hates the fans, wins, loves them...It's sad really...
TR: I dunno if I agree with that...
(CUEUP: "Come with Me" by Puff Daddy)
PK: And his opponent...From Kalamazoo Michigan...Weighting in at 301 pounds...COPY! CAT!
(Copycat walks out in a red-orange robe...Crowd getting on his case as he heads to the ring, he rips the robe off to reveal his standard ring gear and he charges at Jean)
TR: WE'RE OFF ALREADY!!! Copycat hammering into the face of Rabesque with rights and lefts...Rabesque staggering and driven into the corner...Kneelift to the gut and a second...MONSTER Hiptoss out of the corner...
DOC: When you're fighting a near 7 foot man, everything he does hurts more..
TR: Jean to his feet...NEARLY DECAPATATED BY A CLOTHESLINE!!! The Cover! 1..2..NO! Copycat now dragging Rabesque to his feet RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Good Lord, Rabesque in a world of hurt!
JS: Just pin him and get it over...I want Barbed Wire and BLOOD!
TR: Both of you, are sick...Copycat slowly over to Rabesque who connects with a couple right hands to the gut...Little effect as Copycat hooks him...POWERBOMB! NO! JEAN SLIPS BEHIND HIM! Rabesque clips the knee! Rabesque now hammering on the knee with a series of kicks and stomps...He's trying to ground the big man!
DOC: After the 2 or 3 moves that he hit...You would think Copycat can kill Rabesque if he stays on his feet.
TR: Which is why Rabesque is grounding this monster...He's gotta keep him down and cut the legs out from under him...Rabesque pulls him out and sets...KNEEBREAKER! Copycat staggers to the ropes...FOOT SWEEP! And the big man goes crashing to the mat! Rabesque drags him out to the middle of the ring and looks for the figure four...INSIDE CRADLE! 1...2...REVERSAL! 1...2..NO! Two close falls right there!
JS: Count faster you blind, stupid ref...Get this crap over with!!
TR: Rabesque with a right hand rocking the larger Copycat backwards...And another...Copycat falls throught the ropes and crashed to the floor...Rabesque now outside and following him...Both men trading punches on the floor...
DOC: Look at the ref...He's counting them out! My lord what a absurd idea!
TR: You are right about that, he is mantaining a steady count here...Wait...Copycat just grabbed a chair! Rabesque arms himself with one as well! CHAIR FIGHT ON THE FLOOR!! This is getting out of hand!!
JS: NO IT'S NOT!! KILL EACH OTHER DAMMIT!!
TR: Both men are hammering at each other with chairs, finally FWF officals are getting out here...This is just a mess...Thankfully the two men have been pulled apart...
DOC: Yeah, make everyone pay 30 bucks for World Impact 2K and see what happens then...
TR: Wicks and Matthews will be in a war next...Stay Tuned!
(Commerical for 1-800-CALL-ATT starring WCW World Champion David Arquette)
(FADEIN: To the broadcast table) TR: We're back, and up next the Able Wicks and Billy Matthews match will be going down...
(CUTTO: outside in a parking lot, Data is seen exiting a limo, she is wearing a short black dress and a choker necklace, she walks into the arena)
TR: What's that all about?
JS: I don't care but I like it!
DOC: Are you a lonely man Jake?
JS: No...But I love looking!
(Data walks to the ring and takes the mic from Kramer)
DATA: I have come to apologize for my actions on the last show, Jake Shades, I am sorry that I drugged you to take over you announcing spot. I also want to apologize to Rusti Spears for kicking her ass here in this ring this week. Rusti, you want to protect this low-life piece of crap. How much is he paying you to sleep with him Rusti? It's got to be a lot because I wouldn't even be that desperate. So Rusti, get your ass out here now.
(Rusti Spears walking out, looking upset at Data)
JS: Oh boy...This looks GREAT! CATFIGHT COMING UP!
TR: Rusti is in the ring, the two of them are screaming at each other...AND HERE WE GO! Rusti and Data are brawling on the ground...HERE COMES HACKER!! He's...COMING HERE!!! (we heard headphones being russled) MY GOD...HE'S GOT JAKE! Shades lobbed into the ring...Decked by a clothesline! Rusti now being taken to the corner and handcuffed...She's helpless while Data's just thrashing her! Shades being hooked by Hacker...POWER BOMB!! MY GOD!!!
DOC: And now we're down to a 2 man booth, good riddance...
TR: FWF officals have broken up most of this mess and are now helping both Rusti and Shades to the back...Hopefully we can move along now...
DOC: Can I be Shades now? I can leer at woman and crave blood too...
TR: You...Oh I dunno...Kramer's ready and here we go...
(CUEUP: "Real America)
PK: The following contest is set for one fall...Coming to the ring first...From Scottsdale Arizona...Weighing 235 pounds...ABLE...WIIIIIICCCKKKSSS!!
(Wicks wearing black pants and a Slipknot T-Shirt walks towards the ring mockingly looking for approval from the fans)
TR: Wicks is a nut, the man is an egomaniac and a loon...I really don't have a good thing to say about this man...
(CUEUP: "Unforgiven)
PK: And his opponent...Weighting 225 pounds...BILLLLLY...MATTTTTTHEWS...
(Matthews walks out with his standard cut off jeans and T-Shirt he looks less then thrilled with the crowd)
TR: Matthews doesn't exactly look to thrilled out there right now...He enters the ring and now we're gonna find out exactly what the hell is gonna go on with this special ref...
(Czar walks out wearing a ref's uniform...The crowd doesn't know what to make of this)
TR: I guess Czar is the ref...I heard a lot of differen stories about who was gonna be the ref here, and I dunno really what all of this is about...Czar's calling for a mic.
CZAR: I am the ref of this match per the orders of the new FWF commish Lord Dread!
TR: What?! Wicks just looked at Czar like he had 6 heads...And Matthews attacks him! Matthews hammering away on a dazed Wicks who thumbs Matthews in the eye and drives him into the corner! Billy dazed and staggers into the middle of the ring where Wicks hooks him...Inverted Atomic Drop!
DOC: Isn't it a WickTomic Drop?
TR: I'm not gonna get into this...Wicks now pulls up Billy and slugs him in the face, MATTHEWS WITH A LOW BLOW! Czar seemed pretty uncaring about that as Matthews now hooks Wicks...Side Russian legsweep! Matthews now going to the outside...To the top...OFF THE TOP CROSSBODY! 1...2...NO! Kinda slow count there and Czar is hearing it from Matthews...WICKS WITH A ROLL UP 1-2NO! And now a fast count on Matthews! What the heck is this all about?!
DOC: Czar might have decided to get on the winning team...
TR: Matthews is livid yelling at Czar who's got no reaction...Wicks and Matthews up...Matthews with a big chop and another rocking Wicks...Matthews hooks him...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! 1-2-NO! AND NOW A FAST COUNT ON WICKS!!
DOC: Czar's playing headgames in there...Not much you can do about a ref really...
TR: Well Czar seems to be on orders from Dread to mess with both these guys...Matthews now hammering away on Wicks who is now spun to the middle of the ring and hooked...DDT! Matthews planted him and a cover...1...2...NO! Wicks thrown to the corner and whipped to the other side...AVALANCHE SLPASH INTO THE CORNER! Wicks crushed and he stumbles to the mat and Matthews covers...1..2..NO! Another kick out! Wicks being dragged to his feet...LOW BLOW BY WICKS! Both men now with cheapshots!
DOC: Oh the low blow is more common then the armbar in wrestling...
TR: Wicks now scoops up Matthews...Back Suplex...
DOC: Wickplex...
TR: Shut up...Wicks scoops him up and a slam...Elbow drop on Matthews...And a cover...1...2...NO! A kick out...Matthews pulled to his feet and thrown into the ropes...He comes off with a Crossbody! MISSED! HIT CZAR! Czar flattened...
DOC: That Striped Shirt is fatal...It'll make you all kinds of feeble...
TR: Matthews just ran outside and now he's got a chair...CRUSHES a helpless Wicks in the skull and now Matthews tosses the chair and covers...No ref...Czar getting to his feet...And a count...1...2...NO! Matthews is livid and screaming at Czar...Czar's saying it was two as Wicks is reaching into his pants...WICKS WITH BRASS KNUCKS! HE CLOCKED MATTHEWS!! A ROLL-UP TIGHTS HOOKED!! 1...2...3!! Wicks just stole this one...
DOC: Unlike the fair, clean tactics of Matthews...
TR: Well Neither man's actions were really defendable...But still...That wasn't right...WAIT A MINUTE! Flatliner and Kraven are out here and they are beating the hell out of Wicks! Wicks being stomped down by these two men...Matthews now being assulted as well...This whole match was just a set-up! All three men hammering down on a the helpless Wicks and Matthews...Scott Malec is out! Maybe he can finally out a stop to all of this! He's got a mic!
MALEC: What the hell do you think you're doing?
TR: Czar's just laughing at Malec and now he's telling Flatliner and Kraven to leave...And they are walking out...Czar just staring down at Malec...Malec is now walking into the ring...These two are staring daggers at each other...
MALEC: I said what the hell are you doing?! What's going on here...
TR: WAIT...Nevada Smith is coming out here...And he's got a cane...
DOC: Oh boy...Here comes justice...
TR: Smith is staring at both men Malec's asking about what he's doing...SMITH CANES THEM BOTH!! OH LORD! HE JUST BROKE THAT CANE OVER MALEC'S HEAD!
DOC: Maybe beat some sense into him...
TR: Now Smith is carrying Czar to the back...And now Lord Dread is coming out here! What the hell is this all about?!
DOC: Is EVERYONE in FWF gonna come out here?! This is insane...
TR: Dread has the mic...Now maybe FINALLY we can get to the bottom of this...
LD: There are times when one must hide his inner most feelings to get close to his enemy, one must surf on the same wave and eat from the same plate and then comes HELL NIGHT! For quite some time now I have been forced to stand by the sidelines and watch as the FWF goes to the dogs. Many had questioned my reasons for being here and suspected my motives. I was here for one reason and ONE reason only, to retrieve what my nephew so mindlessly lost. And having retrieve what was rightfully mine to begin with I now can show you the public and the rest of the staff...(Dread reaches into a pocket and pulls out a contract) cameraman zoom in this...Look here...This is a 5 year ironclad contract (Dread then pulls out a envelope from his pocket) AND THIS... is FWF Stock options and shares...THIS gives me 34% control of the FWF! And in case you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about, I'm talking about the FWF heads BREACHING MY CONTRACT! That's right Malec, you and LeBron breached my contract when you gave Manson a position higher than mine! By the look in your face Malec, it seems that you either forgot or never bothered to read my contract COMPLETELY, always read the fine prints Malec! My contract states that NO ONE is to be appointed or commissioned to a position higher than my position of FWF commissioner, without first offering me said position and by NOT offering me that position, you have breach my contract and violated a very important clause in it!
(LeBron makes his way to ringside, he asks Malec what the hell is going on to which Malec shrugs his shoulders, as LeBron and Malec climb the ring to question Lord Dread, from the back the Warlords theme "Devil's Gun" starts playing and out pop Havoc and Kaos along with three burly men, and as they climb into the ring, they come in between Malec, LeBron and Lord Dread...Lord Dread grabs the
LD: For too long I have watched and stood silent, at one time I actually thought that I would be able to retire and enjoy the fruits of my labor, but JC, you and you (Points to Malec and LeBron) thought more of money and ratings and forgot about pride and tradition. While I do understand that this is a business, you didn't know how to balance the two levels properly and soon it became imbalanced. Now I have to step in and make things right again. To all of you in the back, better wake up because the FWF isn't Kansas any longer! Now gentlemen having said that, I don't see why we should continue to air our dirty laundry to these fine folks, they came to see action and that's exactly what they will be seeing from here on end! If you wish to discuss these matters with me any further, I'll be in my office first thing tomorrow morning, call my secretary and make an appointment and the same goes out to Manson! And Nevada! Nevada Smith I hope you are watching cause your rough shodding days are OVER! You're either going to fly straight or not fly at all!
TR: What the hell is going on? Is what Dread saying the truth? I don't understand any of this!
DOC: Who knows...Malec and Lebron are upset, so maybe it's for the best...Manson's still in charge, I promise you that much...
TR: Well I have no idea what to say...But I do know that the World Title Tournament will be narrowed to three men and it will all go down tonight, and Jobber and Nevada Smith are NEXT...
(Commercal for Fram)
TR: We're back and now the FWF World Title Tournament will have it's field cut from 6 to 3 and those three men will face off for the right to be FWF World Champion at WORLD IMPACT 2K! PK: The Following contest is set for 1 fall...And is one of THREE FWF World Title Tournament MATCHES...
(CUEUP: "Wake Up" by Rage against the Machine)
PK: The Following Contest is set for ONE FALL...With the Winner going to the FINALS OF THE FWF WORLD TITLE TOUUUURRRRNNNAMMMENTTT!! Coming to the ring from North Stanford Connecticut, weighting 224 pounds...The...JOOOOBBBBEERRR!!
(Jobber wearing black tights with "Jobber" down the leg in red walks to the ring looking pumped as the crowd mostly boos him.
TR: Jobber, the man who ended you and Manson's plans to take over the World Title Scene with his defeat of Canyeta...Walking to the ring...How does that feel Doc?
DOC: Oh I feel warm and fuzzy, like a kitten...
TR: Jobber in the ring now and awaiting Nevada Smith...
(CUEUP: "The Good, The Bad and the Ugly" by Ennio Marricone)
PK: And his opponent...From wherever he want to be...Weighing 265 pounds...NEVADA...SMMMIIIITHHHH!!!
(Smith walks out slowly, looking totally foucsed on the ring, wearing a T-Shirt and black tights, he steps into the ring and balls his hands into fists as he eyes Jobber)
TR: The first of these three big matches to decide who moves on...The bell is rung and we're underway...Jobber with a quick jab to the chin and a kick to the gut, Smith shrugs that off and looks to lock up, but Jobber spins away from him and again catches him with a jab to the face...
DOC: The Jobber has to run for dear life or else he'll get his neck broken in there...Smith's to big for him...
TR: And Jobber is sticking and moving, he's avoiding being hit at all costs..Jobber continues to circle the bigger Smith and Smith again charges him and Jobber sidesteps and a DROPKICK right in the face! Smith dazed and Jobber drives him back into a corner with a series of right hands...Smith THROWS Jobber to the mat...And Jobbers gets up...RUNNING CLOTHESLINE BY SMITH! NO! Jobber Ducks and a Dropkick...SMITH SWATS HIM AWAY! Jobber hits the mat hard and Smith stomps away on him and now hooks a STF on Jobber...Jobber screaming in agony as he's trying to inch his way to the ropes, Smith holding it for as long as he can...Jobber's almost there...HE'S GOT THE ROPES! Smith breaks and continues to hammer away on the fallen Jobber...
DOC: The only real question is how long Jobber can hold out before his spine gets shattered..
TR: Which is why you broke your back to screw this man out of his title shot and had it backfire...Jobber in the corner now being drilled with a series of shoulderblocks to the stomach...And a big right hand to the jaw rocks Jobber...Smith sets him up and a whip to the ropes...POWERSLAM! The Cover...1...2...NO! Jobber fights out of it...Smith pulls him back up and sets for a Suplex...Jobber Flips over him and lands behind him! Smith turns around...FACE BUSTER! Jobber stuns him and Smith staggers to the ropes...FLYING CLOTHESLINE TOPPLES SMITH TO THE FLOOR!
DOC: Smith proving he's got a million dollar body and if he was lucky he could trade up and get the 10 cent mind...
TR: Smith getting back to his feet...SLING SHOT CROSSBODY TO THE FLOOR BY JOBBER!! Smith got flattened on that one by Jobber who now throws Smith back into the ring...Smith on rubber legs and Jobber goes to the top...MISSLE DROPKICK!! Smith flattened and the cover...1..2...NO! Half a count away from sending Jobber to the Main Event Of World Invasion 2000 on PPV...Jobber peppering Smith with a series of rights and now he's setting him near the corner, he could be going for the JobDriver...BACKDROP BY SMITH!! And Jobber just sailed to the floor!
DOC: There went his chances of winning, goodbye victory, fare thee well...
TR: Smith now outside the ring and WHIPS Jobber hard into the steps...Smith now shoots him back into the ring...Smith whips him into the corner...Reversal...REVERSED AGAIN AND INTO THE REF!
DOC: A ref bump?! NEVER!
TR: Jobber and the Ref's head's just cracked together...And Smith grabs Jobber...DIAMOND CUTTER! He flattened him...WAIT! MINION'S OUT WITH A CHAIR! A SICKENING THUD AS MINION CRACKS THAT CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF NEVADA SMITH!!
DOC: Smith's getting to his feet! He's shaking that off!
TR: ANOTHER SHOT! SMITH FALLS LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!
DOC: Well...Didn't shake that one off...Jobber's gonna win this? Ugh...
TR: Jobber getting to his feet and looking at Minion who's just telling Jobber to pin him...Jobber is looking up at this attack, Minion has left the ring and Jobber is still yelling at him...The ref is up and Jobber covers...1...2...3! NO! NO! MY GOD SMITH KICKED OUT!!
DOC: You gotta be kidding me!
TR: Minion's in shock, Jobber's stunned, Smith's on dream street...Jobber hooks him...JOB DRIVER! And Jobber to the top now...BACKYARD REVENGE!! 1...2...3!! YES! HE GOT HIM! JOBBER TO THE FINALS!
DOC: And all it took was Malec giving him a free pass past Canyeta and 2 chairshots from Minion, there's one deserving finalist...
PK: YOUR WINNER...AND 1 OF THE 3 FINALISTS IN THE FWF WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT...TTHHHHEEEE JOOOBBBBBERRRRR!!!
(CUEUP: "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine)
TR: Jobber leaving ringside as these fans are shocked...This has to be somewhat of an upset...And next Maxwell Houz will take on Suicide King for the second slot in the FWF World Title Tournament's Finals!
(Commerical for the NBA playoffs, Sammy Sosa High Heat Baseball "It's sooo...reallll")
TR: We're back...And now Maxwell Houz and Suicide King will square off for the right to via for the World Title live on PPV... (CUEUP: "Coffee Mug" by the Descendants)
PK: Coming to the ring first...In This FWF World Title Tournament Match...From the Suburban Jungle...Weighing in at 275 pounds...MAXWEELLLL HOUUUZZZ!!
(Houz walks to the ring in torn black cordouroys, and a Dunies T-Shirt, drinking coffee the whole time, the one hand not holding the coffee is holding his ribs)
DOC: An insane coffee drinker...Wow...FWF must be just looking at this man and thinking 'meal ticket'
TR: Maxwell Houz has looked very impressive his last few outings...And tonight he's gonna try to make it to the Finals and have a shot at the FWF World Title...If what your thugs did before didn't effect this match's outcome...
DOC: Wouldn't that be a crying shame?
(CUEUP: "Never Ending You Line" by Nora)
PK: And his Opponent...From Osaka Japan...Weighing in at 265 pounds...SUUUUIIICCCIIIDEEE KINGGGG!!
(Suicide King, wearing black Gi pants walks to the ring with his mask gleaming with golden decorations, his face that can be seen is totally blackened, he walks to the ring, Missy Fortune wearing a red dress follows behind him)
TR: Suicide King and Maxwell Houz are up, and you know this is gonna be a war, as Houz with the height advantage pushes King to the corner...BRUTAL CHOP...And it's paid back by King...TRADING CHOPS, as both men redden the other's chest...Houz rushes King and crushes him into the corner and follows with a series of knees to the gut...Houz with a whip to the far side and a Clotheline....NOBODY HOME! King runs to the other side...DOUBLE HANDSPRING ELBOW! DRILLED HOUZ! King throws him to the ground and quickly climbs the ropes...FROG SPLASH! 1..2...NO! Houz powers out!
DOC: Oh would this just end so Anarky can get out here and be crushed before my eyes...
TR: This men have worked their whole careers to get to this level, how dare you belittle them...
DOC: Yeah they might one day wear a belt as meaningful as the one around David Arquette's waist
TR: I'm not going there...King pulling Houz to his feet and Another big chop to the chest..Houz is rocked as Scoops him up and a slam...And back to the top goes King...Suicide King...MOONSAULT! NOBODY THERE!! Houz to his feet and he fires away with big rights and lefts to the masked face of Suicide King...
DOC: Turn the mask sideways so he can't see out the eye holes and blind him...Moron...
TR: It's not that easy, as King is thrown into the ropes and just THROWN INTO THE AIR! King crashes to the mat after going a good 8 feet in the air, Houz just threw him like he was a paper weight...
DOC: More like paper...
TR: Houz now hooks him, is it the Last Drop already?! NO! HURRICANRANA BY SUICIDE KING!! Houz up and dazed...FLYING HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN BY KING!! Houz again to his feet confused and he gets hooked...And set up on the top rope, Back Suplex off the top?! NO! King screams to the crowd...HURRICANRANA OFF THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!!! HOUZ THROUGHT THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE!!!
DOC: Maybe he's dead and the match will be over, thankfully...
TR: King back to his feet standing over the helpless Houz, now dragging him up, King now setting up a table at ringside...Houz now thrown onto the table...Suicide King now back inside the ring...Off the ropes...NO HANDS PLANCHA TO THE FLOOR!!! NOBODY HOME AGAIN!! KING SHATTERS THAT TABLE!!
DOC: You jump around like that to much you'll miss as much as you hit...
TR: And this miss could have cost him dearly as King is laying down and hurt on the floor...Houz over and he's got a chair!! OH MY ACROSS THE BACK OF KING...AGAIN...The ref allowing some leeway here but yelling at Houz to get it into the ring...
DOC: Yeah, that means an awful lot...
TR: Houz throws the lifeless Suicide King back into the ring and covers...1...2...3..NO! NO! Two and a Half! If not more! Houz yelling at the ref and now driving a series of rights into the face of King...He pulls up Suicide King and hooks him...BRAINBUSTER! The Cover...1...2...NO! King Kicks out again!
DOC: What's the eye candy doing on the floor?!
TR: Missy Fortune is doing something out there...She's got a table and she's setting it up...Suicide King dragged again to his feet and Houz screams "That's it" and again the Last Drop...OVER THE SHOULDER GOES SUICIDE KING! Houz quickly bounces off the ropes and runs at him with a clothesline...Ducked by King...Back comes Houz...SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
DOC: King's paranoid about that Last Drop, he's using every block under the sun to prevent being maimed by it...
TR: Missy has stacked a second table on top of the first! King throws Houz over the top to the floor and now King's going to the outside...He's got a ladder! Suicide King setting the ladder next to those two tables and now he's pulling Maxwell up the ladder by his hair! what the hell is he gonna do...
DOC: Odds are it'll be a move that'll have Houz fall throught 2 tables I'd guess...
TR: Missy just reached into her...Umm...Dress and pulled out a book of matches...SHE'S SET THE TABLES ON FIRE! THE TABLES ARE ON FIRE!! SUICIDE KING HOOKS HOUZ!! NO!! NO!! MY GOD HOUZ WITH A BACKDROP!!! SUICIDE KING CRASHES THROUGHT TWO FLAMING TABLES TO THE FLOOR!! MY GOD!!
DOC: We Have Ourselves A Winner Now!
TR: Houz climbs down the ladder...My God...Suicide King is twitching and lifeless as Houz throws him into the ring and hooks...LAST DROP! NAILS IT! 1..2...3! And it's over...Maxwell Houz will go to the finals!
DOC: Two chairshots in match one, 2 burning tables in match two...Hopefully Anarky's career being ended will be the highlight of match three...
PK: THE WINNER...And Advancing to THE FINALS OF THE FWF *WORLD* TITLE TOURNAMENT!! MAXXXWEELLLLL HOOOOUUUZZZ!
(CUEUP: "Coffee Mug" by The Desendants)
TR: What carnage...What a war...Anarky and Stone Wolf, the final ticket to the big Dance and the Frontier Title to be decided...NEXT!!
(Commercal for "Girls Gone Wild", and FWF's new video game)
TR: We're back fans...And now the final slot in the FWF World Title Tournament will be decided... DOC: And won't that be a treat...Anarky will be destroyed...
(CUEUP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie)
PK: This is the FINAL MATCH to determine who will go on to fight for the FWF World Title at World Impact 2000, AND IT IS FOR THE FRONTIER TITLE...Coming to the ring first...From Hartford CT...Weighting 244 pounds...THE CHALLENEGER...ANNNNN!!! RRR!!! KEYYYY!!!!
(Anarky, wearing only his ring clothes walks to the ring...He passes the broadcast table and just points at Doc...Then runs his thumb slowly across his throat before entering the ring)
DOC: That's a 15 yarder in the NFL...He should start this match needing only a 2 count to lose...
TR: This isn't the NFL Doc if you hadn't noticed...And the winner of this match will go on to face Maxwell Houz and Jobber for the World Title at World Invasion 2000!
DOC: Damn right this isn't the NFL, they ruled that pass by the Bucs a drop and that forward pass by the Titans a legal lateral...If this was the NFL they woulda reviewed both those matches and gotten those idiots out of this tournament where they belong!
TR: Will you stop...
(The lights go out as a Wolf Howls...CUEUP: "Right Now" by Van Halen)
PK: AND HIS OPPONENT!! FROM THE BLACK MOUNTAIN, NEW MEXICO...THE F! W! F! FRONTIER CHAMPION...STONNNNNNNEEEEE WOOOOLLLLFFF!!!
(Stone Wolf with the Frontier Title around his waist walks down the aisle wearing his burlap vest and blue jeans...He jogs into the ring and throws the vest off, then taking off the Frontier title to show it to the crowd, holding it high over his head)
TR: Stone Wolf is a proud man and a proud champion...Anarky's one of the most deadly men in this sport today...The bell has sounded and the two men lock up...Collar and elbow and Anarky with an armbar, he wreches the arm of Stone Wolf...Who tries to reverse the armbar...And Does! Anarky with his free arm slugs Stone Wolf in the face and breaks it and he grabs the arm again and YANKS it...Wreching the elbow...Anarky with another twist locking in that arm...
DOC: Anarky's just scared of going blow for blow with this guy, he doesn't know what he's up against, but it'll bite him soon enough...
TR: Anarky continues to hold onto the arm and now works it into a hammer lock, Stone Wolf to the ropes and gets the break...Stone Wolf shaking out the arm a little bit and now he locks up with Anarky...Anarky with a scoop slam and Stone Wolf again rushes back to his feet, regrouping and looking for another attack here...
DOC: Just about anything will work, Anarky's worthlesss...
TR: Anarky deserves to be where he is...And that's a match away from main eventing World Invasion 2000, I dunno if he can get past Stone Wolf...But you have to give the man credit...As they lock up again and Anarky goes for another bodyslam, Stone Wolf with a float over and a waist lock on Anarky, Standing Switch by Anarky...Stone Wolf with a sit out breaks it...Anarky rushes him with a clothesline! Stone Wolf ducks and a roll-up! 1...2NO! Anarky powers out...
DOC: Just like that the match can be over...
TR: Stone Wolf now smiling at Anarky who shrugs it off...Wolf looking for a lockup but a thumb to the eye stops him dead and Anarky grabs the arm...Hammerlocks him and a Scoop Slam onto the arm! Stone Wolf rolls away from Anarky and is holding that arm...Anarky rushes him...BACKDROP TO THE FLOOR!
DOC: See...Anarky makes to many mistakes...Idiot...
TR: Anarky pulls himself up and gets back into the ring...BIG CHOP by Stone Wolf, and ANOTHER...Anarky falls to one knee, Stone Wolf muscles Anarky into a corner and rips his shirt off and OH MAN ALIVE! The Back row could FEEL that slash across the chest of Anarky who slumps into the corner as Stone Wolf stomps away on him...Anarky pulled up and ANOTHER BRUTAL CHOP...A Headbutt by Stone Wolf and he just LAUNCHES Anarky out of the corner with a hiptoss...Anarky gets to his feet and takes a CLOTHESLINE from Stone Wolf and the Cover...1...2...NO!
DOC: Count faster...Stupid ref...
TR: Stone Wolf now grabs Anarky by the hair...INVERTED DDT! Planted Anarky! 1..2...NO! A kick out again...Stone Wolf pulling him back up, and hooks him for a DDT...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY ANARKY! A BRIDGE! 1...2...NO! Stone Wolf kicks out...
DOC: Only 2...That's fine...
TR: Stone Wolf back to his feet and Anarky quicky grabs him...SINGLE ARM DDT! He's trying to break that arm of Stone Wolf! Anarky grabbing Stone Wolf and throws him over his shoulder...SHOULDER BREAKER! Stone Wolf in all kinds of Agony holding the left arm...
DOC: He must figure since Stone Wolf is right handed that the left arm is less active and easier to hurt, it won't win him the match, cause he sucks, but it's as good a game plan as he's ever come up with...
TR: Anarky now just CHOKING Stone Wolf in the middle of the ring and the ref is giving him hell over it...Anarky getting up in the ref's face and just laughing at him now...Stone Wolf pulling himself up by the ropes...Anarky grabs that left arm and YANKS it again...Jamming that elbow again...Stone Wolf's whole left arm has gotta be in agony as he's trying to get to his feet...Anarky stalking him as he walks over...Stone Wolf with a kick to the gut, and another...A right hand rocks Anarky backwards and a CLOTHESLINE by Stone Wolf Floors Anarky! Anarky to his feet and a Armdrag! AGAIN! Anarky now rolls to the outside and trys to slow the match down and kill whatever Stone Wolf had going...
DOC: Act of a true coward...Bah...He doesn't know Gladiator is a moment away from breaking his neck...
TR: You don't know that Malec and Lebron had that freak removed from the arena before this match for that very reason...
DOC: WHAT?! THEY CAN'T DO THAT!
TR: They can and did..Anarky hops on the apron, Stone Wolf grabs him...OUTSIDE IN SUPLEX!
DOC: We don't need him, Stone Wolf will take care of him...
TR: Stone Wolf now stomping Anarky, he pulls him to his feet...INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! Off the Ropes...FLYING SHOULDER BLOCK! Anarky down...1...2...NO! Anarky kicks out...And Stone Wolf with a chin lock on Anarky...Anarky quickly muscles to his feet and hooks him...BACK SUPLEX!
DOC: Good going Stone Wolf...Bah...Moron...
TR: Anarky quickly going back to that left arm and wreching it further...Stone Wolf screaming as he gets himself to his feet...Grabbing at Anarky's hands and trying to reverse this...He's nearly turned him...Anarky kicks him in the gut to keep the hold on...Stone Wolf lunging with a right hand but nowhere near the mark as Anarky continues to drive Stone Wolf down by the wrist...
DOC: The Body has a million parts and if you hurt 1 they can all go out of wack...
TR: Anarky driving a series of elbows into the upper arm area of Stone Wolf who's screaming now...Stone Wolf back to his feet...And grabs the ropes! Anarky forced to break...
DOC: Stone Wolf had those ropes there most of that time, but he had to play hero instead of just getting out of the hold...
TR: Stone Wolf shaking out that arm trying to get some feeling into the arm and they lock up again...Stone Wolf with a knee to the gut and a right hand...He rocks Anarky backwards, and quickly whips him to the ropes...JUMPING BACK ELBOW! Anarky crashes to the mat and Stone Wolf quickly covers! 1...2...NO! Anarky kicks out...Stone Wolf with a kick to the gut and a DDT! A cover...1...2..NO! Anarky pulled to his feet and hooked again...T-BONE SUPLEX! HE DRILLED IT!
DOC: That's what we wanna see...Kill him Stone Wolf!
TR: Stone Wolf with a cover! 1...2...NO! Anarky kicks out again...Stone Wolf looks at the ref and shakes his head...Stone Wolf over ANARKY GOES LOW! And a cheap shot by Anarky draws the ire of this crowd!
DOC: Yeah...DQ him...The nerve of him to break the rules...
TR: Have you ever won a match fairly in your life?
DOC: A win is a win is a win...
TR: I thought so...Anarky over...And now he's putting the boots to Stone Wolf who's laying in a prone position on the mat...Anarky grabs him...BACKBREAKER! Stone Wolf now dragged to the middle of the ring and Anarky's hooked him...CROSS ARM BREAKER! Stone Wolf is trapped and in a world of hurt!
DOC: If this Native American Moron quits and lets Anarky have a crack at the World Title I'll gut him...
TR: Let's see you survive this pain, let's see you show the heart that Stone Wolf shows time and time again...And he's showing it right now as this crowd in Salt Lake is rallying behind him...Stone Wolf is fighting tooth and nail...He's battling for all he can...Can he make it to the ropes? He's inching closer...AND HE'S GOT THEM! Anarky lets go of the hold...And now he dragging Stone Wolf back out and going for it again...Stone Wolf's blocking it...He's holding his arms together...Stone Wolf now trying to roll throught and he does...He's now on top of Anarky and raining down right hand after right hand to the face of Anarky...Who's helpless trying to hold onto the left arm!
DOC: Maybe after his nose is broken he'll figure out he's losing and let go...Idiot...
TR: Stone Wolf has broken free of Anarky and he staggers to a corner clutching his shoulder...Anarky to his feet and he walks over...Stone Wolf with a kick to the gut...Anarky catches it...ENZIGURI! Anarky face down on the mat as Stone Wolf now going to the outside...He's up top and looking down as Anarky gets to his feet...FLYING CROSS BODY!! 1...2...NO! NO! ANARKY KICKED OUT! Stone Wolf is in shock...Anarky to his feet trying to get it together...INSIDE CRADLE BY STONE WOLF!! 1...2...NO! NO! Anarky fights out of it and just MAULS Stone Wolf with a Clothesline...Anarky grabs him...PILEDRIVER! Stone Wolf Planted into the mat and now Anarky's going to the outside...What the hell does he have planned...OFF THE TOP LEGRDROP!! YES!! HE HIT IT!! THE COVER...1...2...3! NO! NO! This Crowd can't believe it...Anarky can't believe it...AND I...CAN NOT BELIEVE IT...
DOC: I sure can...Anarky's a choke artist...
TR: Anarky wondering what in the hell he'll neet to put Stone Wolf away as he pulls him up by that injured left arm and just JERKS it time and time again, Stone Wolf has to be in a world of pain...Stone Wolf with a right hand and another...Anarky just jerks the arm and it drives Stone Wolf to the mat again...Anarky now grabs Stone Wolf and sets him up...Powerbomb maybe...YES He nailed it...And the cover! 1...2...NO! 2 and a half! Anarky looks in shock as Stone Wolf won't quit...Anarky grabs Stone Wolf and throws him to the floor...Anarky looking down on the lifeless Stone Wolf...SLINGSHOT CROSSBODY!! MISSED!! STONE WOLF OUT OF THE WAY!!! Anarky hit the floor with a sickening thud as Stone Wolf sucked it up in the moment of truth and got out of the way...
DOC: And Anarky blows it again, shocking...
TR: Anarky in agony on the floor clutching at his knee as Stone Wolf rolls to his feet...Stone Wolf pulls Anarky's leg off the floor AND SLAMS IT KNEE FIRST INTO THE FLOOR! AGAIN! Stone Wolf jamming that knee, trying to rip it to pieces...He rolls Anarky into the ring and grabs that leg...WRAPS IT AROUND THE RINGPOST...AGAIN! Anarky howling in pain and agony as he rolls around on the mat...
DOC: Now it's over...
TR: Anarky limping as Stone Wolf hops into the ring and kicks the bad leg, dropping Anarky hard to the mat, Anarky clawing his way to his feet using the ropes, swinging wildly at Stone Wolf who side steps and kicks Anarky in that bum knee again, toppling Anarky...Anarky now being turned over in a half boston crab...
DOC: This hurts the leg you put it on more then a full Boston Crab, which works the back...So expect a tap out any second from a quitter like Anarky...
TR: Anarky is screaming in agony, he's thrashing towards the ropes...Stone Wolf pulls him back to the middle of the ring and just YANKS BACK on that leg, Anarky howling in Agony, screaming "NO" at the ref...Anarky's pushing with his arms...HE'S POWERED OUT! Stone Wolf grabs the leg and goes for a figure four...INSIDE CRADLE BY ANARKY! 1..2..NO! Stone Wolf again back up and hammers the knee of Anarky, Anarky with a thumb to the eye...Anarky fighting for every second of rest he can get from the attacks of Stone Wolf...Stone Wolf back after him and Anarky pops him with a right hand...Stone Wolf kicks the knee and Anarky drives a fist into Stone Wolf's shoulder! Stone Wolf muscles Anarky into the corner and Anarky reverses! Anarky with nothing but a pure 2 handed choke on Stone Wolf! The Ref calling for a break, Stone Wolf breaks it himself with a kick to the bad knee...Both men staggering Anarky throws Stone Wolf to the ropes...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE...BOTH MEN DOWN!
DOC: Anarky's out of gas and ideas...He's dead meat...
TR: Both men are out in the middle of the ring, Anarky crawling over to Stone Wolf and covers! 1...2...NO! Stone Wolf will not be denied! My God...What a fight...Anarky now grabs that left arm of Stone Wolf...CROSS ARM BREAKER! Stone Wolf thrashing like he was put in the eletric chair! Stone Wolf fighting for dear life...He's screaming in agony...His free arm's shoulder is down! 1...2..NO! He pulls it off the mat!! Stone Wolf rolling throught the Cross Arm Breaker again...Anarky using his heels kicks him back down and back into where most of the pain is...Again that arm is down! 1...2...NO! Stone Wolf can't be caught sleeping, but the pain can be so intense you can miss the ref's count...Stone Wolf again rolls into the arm breaker! And he's got Anarky basically tied in a ball! 1...2..NO! Anarky lets go of the hold and Stone Wolf's arm in order to break the pin!
DOC: Nearly beaten by his own move, shows you the intelligence of this man...
TR: Anarky back to his feet, Stone Wolf kicks him in that bad knee and it stuns Anarky...BLACK MOUNTAIN SLASH!! MY GOD HE HIT IT!!!
DOC: YES! Ballgame!
TR: He hit it! Outta nowhere...Stone Wolf is down on his side holding that shredded arm close to him, Anarky is MOTIONLESS in the ring...Stone Wolf crawling over...He gets an arm on him! 1...2...3! NO! NO! ANARKY GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES!! MY GOD!!
DOC: You have GOT to be kidding me!
TR: Anarky is still in this thing, by the smallest of margains Anarky has survived...Stone Wolf is to tired, to hurt to protest, he just drags Anarky to the middle of the ring and hooks him...FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK! Anarky now thrashing helplessly in the middle of the ring! Anarky's Shoulders drop! 1...2...NO! Anarky fighting up...He's trying to reverse it...He's fighting...He falls backwards! 1...2..NO! Stone Wolf just locked on, hanging on for dear life...Will Anarky give it up...He falls back again! 1...2..NO! Anarky now pushing, dragging himself towards the ropes...Stone Wolf trying to stop it...Anarky AGAIN falls to his back! 1...2..NO! My God he's got the heart of a lion...
DOC: And the knee of a 80 year old...He's crippled...
TR: Anarky fighting for dear life...AND MAKES THE ROPES! Stone Wolf is spent...He lets go and both men look totally out of it...Anarky clawing himself up by the ropes...Stone Wolf dragging himself to his feet. Stone Wolf pounds the mat and charges Anarky...EQUALIZER!!! ANARKY HOOKED HIM AND CAUGHT HIM WITH IT!!! MY GOD! STONE WOLF IS OUT!!
DOC: NO! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL CREATURES BIG AND SMALL NO!!
TR: Anarky grasping at that destroyed knee, he's in all kinds of hurt right now but he's got Stone Wolf out cold at his mercy...Anarky to his knees and he pulls Stone Wolf away from the ropes and covers him...1....2...3..NO! NO! MY GOD NO!! STONE WOLF KICKED OUT!!
DOC: YES!! STONE WOLF IS THE MAN!!!
TR: My God! Anarky just fell to his back and is lifeless...Stone Wolf is spent...Both men have thrown all they have...Both men have been put throught all kinds of pain...What do they have left?! Anarky is back to his feet...He gives the cut throat sign again...Hooks Stone Wolf ANOTHER EQUALIZER! NO! HIS KNEE CAVES IN! ROLL UP BY STONE WOLF! 1...2..3...NO! NO! ANARKY KICKED OUT! Stone Wolf back to his feet...Anarky drunk walking in a daze...Stone Wolf charges AND A SPEAR!! A COVER! 1...2...3! NO! NO! MY GOD...Anarky fights out of it!! Stone Wolf pulls him up...SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! A Cover! 1...2...FOOT ON THE ROPES!
DOC: Don't get worried Stone Wolf, just stay on him...
TR: Coach Doc at Ringside...As Stone Wolf now to the second rope...ELBOW! NOBODY HOME! And he may of hit that bad Arm on the mat! Anarky off the ropes...BIG SPLASH! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Stone Wolf kicked out!! Anarky now with just a flurry of punches to the face of Stone Wolf...Anarky hooks Stone Wolf...TIGER SUPLEX! A BRIDGE! 1...2...3! NO! NO! My Lord...Can it be finished? Can anyone make the other man say down...
DOC: Stone Wolf can make Anarky stay down dammit...
TR: Anarky is back to his feet...he drags Stone Wolf up...Stone Wolf hooks him! BACKSLIDE! 1...2....3 NO! NO! Oh Lord...Everything is so close...It's a half a count away on both men...Stone Wolf doubling over in pain...Anarky's up...SUPERKICK BY STONE WOLF!! A COVER!! 1...2...3..NO!! Stone Wolf pulls Anarky to his feet...SLEEPER BY STONE WOLF! He's trying to put him out...ANARKY DROPS DOWN...JAWBREAKER! Anarky up quickly and hooks Stone Wolf...POWERBOMB! NO HURRICARANA BY STONE WOLF!! HE COVERS!! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Stone Wolf hooks him...BLACK MOUNTAIN SPLASH! NO! ANARKY HELD THE ROPES! Stone Wolf crashes to the mat...Anarky pulls the dazed, spent Stone Wolf up...He's just said "This is for you Doc" and hooks Stone Wolf...STUNNER! A STUNNER!
DOC: HE STOLE THE WIPEOUT! THAT PIECE OF
TR: A COVER!! 1....2....3!! NO! NO! My GOD Stone Wolf kicked out!
DOC: If he won with my move...He'd be in a body bag tomorrow...
TR: Anarky pulls up Stone Wolf who knees him in the gut!! ROCKER DROPPER!! Stone Wolf crushed him! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Stone Wolf can't believe it...Anarky dragged again to his feet...And he fires a right hand, and a right by Stone Wolf...Both men trading bombs in the middle of the ring...Both men are rocked and dazed...Stone Wolf misses with a right...Anarky hooks him...INVERTED DDT!! Anarky rushes to the ropes...ASIA MOONSAULT!! A COVER!! 1...2....3!! YES!! YES!! ANARKY...ANARKY...ANARKY HAS WON IT!!! MY GOD WHAT A FIGHT!!! (Bell rings as the crowd is cheering both men who lay basically motionless)
(CUEUP: "More Human Then Human" by White Zombie)
PK: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...ANNNNNDDDD NEWWWW!!! FWF! FRONTIER CHAMPION!! ANNNN!!! RRRRR!!!! KKKKEEEEYYY!!!
TR: MY GOD What a match! Doc's face down in the broadcast table...Anarky...Is back to his feet...Anarky is on the second ropes, arms extended, with the Frontier Championship hanging from his right hand...AND MORE IMPORTANTLY...He'll be fighting for the World Title at World Impact 2K! You gotta respect both these men...They gave us everything...And Asylum and Black Sage will destroy each other in Barbed Wire for the National Title...NEXT!!
(Commercal for World Impact 2K, Commercal for Hot Pockets)
(FADEIN: The Broadcast booth)
TR: After what can only be called one of the most brutal, hard fought matches I've ever seen, Anarky has STUNNED this crowd defeating Stone Wolf...But now the ropes are gone and Barbed Wire is all that surrounds the ring, as Black Sage and Asylum will now attempt to destroy each other for the right to be National Champion...
DOC: After that ordeal with Anarky...I could use an in ring fatality...
(Mike Manson walks out towards ringside, looking nuts as always, before getting into the ring with a mic in hand)
MANSON: First of all...At World Impact 2K...The National Title will be decided in a 4 way Torture Chamber Match...(Crowd screaming and yelling) and we're to take all kinds of weapons and hang them from the cage and just let those 4 men kill each other...
Secondly...Now Malec came out here last week and said some crap about me being able to fake a contract. He says this and that about being on to me. Well let me inform you people of something. I'm on to them. Malec and Lebron are knee-deep in a lot of things. First there's all this crap JC and Nevada are talking about in their promos. And secondly, I suspect malec of something worse. I believe he is working for another league and has been filtering talent and resources to them for a long time. you ever notice that rabseque is always pushed yet compeltely sucks and is unover? But he was pushed and was world champion in another league.....you notice that there are a few other guys who compete in 2 leagues at once......I've seen all the paperwork. even Stone Wolf was going to do a few matches in another league. Malec does all the dirty work and LeBron takes care of the cover-up because he's the only one that actually cares about the league. Thats why they don't want me around.....an outsider who learns their secrets. Normally I wouldn't have said anything and used them to my own advantage but Malec has forced my hand. And I'm saying right now...I know everything...and if they take me down...I will bring down Malec..LeBron and everyone else involved and probably this whole damn league. Not that Malec would care.
TR: Manson is leaving the ring, and now he's taking up a seat near the time keeper's table...What the hell is this man doing?
DOC: Whatever he wants I'd guess...
(CUEUP: "Hands of Death" by Rob Zombie & Alice Cooper)
PK: The Following CONTEST...Is set for ONE FALL...And it is for the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! Coming to the ring first...Weighing in at 220 pounds...From Seattle Washington...ASSSYYYLLLUUMMM!!
(Asylum in a tattered straight jacket and Smiley face PJ's walks towards the ring, head daring around looking for things only he sees.)
TR: This man...Is out there...He's insane, he enjoys being hurt...And Black Sage is going to have to face a maniac in this Barbed Wire Hell...
DOC: That's gotta be something to wake up to in the morning and feel good, knowing in a few hours you'll be busted open by a guy who's got a straight jacket dripping off of him...
(CUTTO: The back, we see a forklift backed into in front of the New Breed's locker room, the door is being pounded on from the inside)
TR: WHAT?! Somebody's locked the New Breed in their own dressing room!! Who the hell did that?
DOC: Maybe Asylum's little pal Daisy did that...
TR: Well I don't know but anyhow...Black Sage is on his way to the ring now!
(CUEUP: "I Don't Kill, But I don't Die)
PK: And his opponent...From No Sun City...Weighting 296 Pounds...The National Champion...BLLLLACCCKKKK...SAAAAGGGGEEE!!!
(Sage walks out in full Miltary gear, carrying a wheel barrel that holds two coffin sized crates both lazed with barbed wire, the crowd hyped by the weapons display)
TR: Sage is coming into this thing with a war mentality...He's seeing this as a battle, a fight for his very survival...And I think he's right about that...Sage drops off those two crates, one on the other side of the ring, one next to us...Sage now on the slides into the ring...The bell has rung and this war for the National Title begins! Sage just CLOCKED Asylum with that National Title Belt...And AGAIN...Asylums smiling and now screaming in laughter at Sage, who grabs Asylum by his hair...AND DRIVES HIM IN TO THE BARBED WIRE!!
DOC: That'll make him quit laughing for a while...
TR: Asylum is bleeding like a stick pig and we're no more then 45 seconds into this match...Sage WHIPS HIM INTO THE BARBED WIRE!! Asylum screaming as Sage takes the National Title Belt and CLEANS ASYLUM'S CLOCK WITH IT! A Cover...1...2...NO! Asylum kicks out...And Sage now scoops up Asylum...PRESS SLAM! The Bigger Sage is having his way with the demended Asylum so far...Sage stomping away on the hapless Asylum, who thrashes around on the mat before rolling to the floor, Asylum now throwing chairs into the ring...Asylum now takes a chair and climbs back into the ring with it...Sage goes to get a chair...GETS CHAIRED! Asylum rocks the big man...ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT! SAGE JUST SCREAMS AT HIM!! Good lord! Asylum looks at the screaming Black Sage...and just LAUGHS AT HIM!
DOC: That about makes it offical that BOTH this men could use some quaility couch time...
TR: ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT by Asylum...Sage just trying to shake it off...ASYLUM CLIPS THE KNEE!! Sage crumples to the mat and quickly Asylum drags him to the barbed wire...AND NOW SAGE IS BEING SHREDDED BY THE BARBED WIRE! Asylum now drops a chair on the ring, unfolds another one...Sage back up...Asylum off the chair...HURRICANRANA ONTO A CHAIR BY ASYLUM!! And Black Sage is out on his feet...AND NOW OUT ON HIS BACK AFTER A CHAIRSHOT! A COVER! 1...2...NO! What kind of pain are these men going throught, who agrees to this kind of a match?
DOC: I did once, it's pain you forget, kinda like giving birth, or so I've been told...
TR: Asylum setting up two chairs now and he unfolds them in the middle of the ring and hooks Sage...DDT THROUGH THE CHAIRS! MY GOD!! THE COVER! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Sage Kicks out! Asylum looks at the ref with anger in his eyes...And now he's just laughing...Sage struggles to his feet as Asylum is setting another chair...Asylum leaps at Sage...CAUGHT!! CHOKESLAM! SAGE PLANTED HIM!! Sage now with a chair...CRUSHES ASYLUM WITH IT! A cover! 1...2..NO! NO!
DOC: Asylum is hurt by the barbed wire...But both men use finishers that need the ropes...So you're gonna see the two of them doing a lot of work trying to get around the draw-backs of this...
TR: You are right about that...Sage grabbing a hapless Asylum and just LOBS him into the Barbed Wire! Asylum is screaming in agony as Sage WHIPS HIM TO THE WIRE...Asylum little more then a glorified pin cushion at this point with blood pouring from his head and now some cuts on his arms...Sage scoops him off his feet...SPINEBUSTER ON A CHAIR!! A Cover! 1...2...3..NO! NO! Asylum kicks out...Sage now with a scoop slam, and now he's got the chairs, he's setting them both up...Sage now hooks up Asylum...FULL NELSON FACE SLAM INTO THE CHAIRS!! Asylum's face has gotta be crushed!! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Asylum kicked out!! Sage is in shock...Sage resets a chair in the ring...He's hooking Asylum...BLACK PLAUGE! NO! ASYLUM FLIPS UP and is now drilling Sage with punches...HE'S BITING THE CUT OF SAGE!! Sage drops Asylum and staggers...DROPKICK INTO THE BARBED WIRE!! Sage screaming at the top of his lungs as now HE is impaled on that Barbed Wire!
DOC: That always feels real good, having hundreds of little metal teeth digging into you...
TR: Sage slowly pulls himself from that horror...ASYLUM THROWS A CHAIR INTO HIS FACE! Sage drops to his knees and Asylum is over...CHAIR ACROSS THE BACK! Sage falls onto his back as Asylum leaps...SPLASH WITH THE CHAIR! A Cover! 1...2...3! NO! NO! Asylum can't believe it...He's going to the outside...HE'S CLIMBING THE BARBED WIRE!! The Bare Feet of Asylum are being shredded, but this maniac doesn't care...FALLING INTO MADNESS! NO! NO! SAGE MOVED!!
DOC: Asylum landed on a chair on his way down to...He's out of it...
TR: Asylum is motionless...Sage is crawling to his feet...Sage is up and hammering away on a lifeless Asylum and he pulls him up by his hair...And just TOSSES him into the Barbed Wire! Asylum is screaming and fighting to get free...As he pulls himself off the barbed wire, Sage just clubs him to the mat with rights...Sage with an arm bar...SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! A Cover! 1...2...3! NO! Sage can't keep him down! Wait! What's she doing out here?!
(Daisy runs out towards the ring, with the crowd screaming and pointing)
TR: What the hell is she doing?! Black Sage hooks Asylum up...BLACK PLAGUE! NO! MY GOD DAISY JUST STABBED SAGE WITH A HYPERDERMIC NEEDLE!! Sage drops Asylum and is looking at her...She's just smiling and waving that thing around...WHAT THE HELL DID SHE DO TO HIM? Sage SCREAMING AT HER! HE'S GOT HER BY THE HAIR!! ROLL UP BY ASYLUM!! 1...2...3!! WHAT?! MY GOD WHAT?! ASYLUM HAS JUST STOLEN THE NATIONAL TITLE!! Black Sage is nearly motionless in the ring...He's been drugged...He's been drugged and RIPPED OFF, here in Salt Lake!
DOC: That and 50 cents will buy you a paper in the morning...
(CUEUP: "Hands of Death" by Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper)
PK: YOUR WINNER...ANNNNDDD...NEEEEEWWW!!!! NATIONAL CHAMPION!!! ASSSSYYYYLLLUMMM!!!
TR: This crowd is outraged...*I* AM Outraged...THis has been a SHOCKING night to say the least as a dazed Asylum stumbles to he's feet...I dunno if he even knows he won...WAIT!! SAGE IS THRASHING AROUND! SAGE TO HIS FEET!! HE'S SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER!! ASYLUM'S BEEN CAUGHT!! HE'S UP...AND DOWN!! CHOKESLAM!! Sage has Asylum...He's fighting whatever the hell poison Daisy put him in...He's carrying Asylum into the Apron...He's taking him up the barbed wire...NO! NOT ON THAT CRATE!! DON'T DO THAT!! BLACK PLAGUE ONTO THE CRATE-- (A C4 Explosion rocks the area, the camera shakes and then falls, only showing us the side of the ring. Asylum can he heard screaming)
TR: (Sounding far off) Are we on?! This is a war zone! We need help! (FADEOUT)
(FWF logo, Commercal for World Impact 2K)
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