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| [The camera spirals down from the top of MacArthur Court catching a glimpse of the empty upper decks before reaching the floor level seats. A small pyrotechnics display fires off at the top of the ramp as "All Nightmare Long" by Metallica blares over the P.A. system. The fifteen hundred-plus fans roar in approval as the shot switches to the broadcast table where Cliff Anderson and Jack Deruke are revved up and ready to go.] Cliff Anderson:: Welcome back to the Pit! We are live! We are in color! And we are gonna blow the roof off this place! Jack Deruke:: You got that right, fruitcake! Cliff Anderson:: Tonight, the little wrestler that could, Russell Ziset, defends the Comcast Television Championship against the man from Hollywood, "The Uncensored Superstar" Rory Blaze! Jack Deruke:: Maybe I'll throw a pair o' wrestlin' boots on and take a crack at the lil' bastard! Cliff Anderson:: Careful what you wish for, Jack. Rusty is undefeated both in P.N.W. and against the general public. And speaking of general, tonight P.N.W. introduces the new general manager that will lead this promotion to glory! Jack Deruke:: Who is it? Cliff Anderson:: I've got a feeling we're fixing to find out right...about...now... |
| ["Praise" by Sevendust starts up and the crowd comes to their feet in anticipation. All eyes are fixed on the top of the entrance ramp and it's clear from the cheers that a few of the fans in attendence recognize the music.] Cliff Anderson:: It can't be! He's under contract to a different organization... [The music continues to play as some of the fans begin to sit back down. The cheering slowly dies down and after about a minute the fans have gone silent. The music continues to play for a bit long before cutting out abruptly.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, I apologize. It appears that the general manager is running a bit late. But rest assured, he'll be here shortly. Wait. What's this? Now I'm getting word that we have him on the phone... [There is a brief pause while the call is patched through. Some grizzly static is heard and it sounds as if the call is coming from a moving vehicle.] Cliff Anderson:: Hello? General Manager:: *static*... hear me? This is ...*static*... D.J. ...*static*... Harv. ...*static*... Blizzard ...*static*... Guinness ...*static* [The call cuts out abruptly and there is nothing but silence.] Cliff Anderson:: It can't be. There's no way the owners of the P.N.W. would ever make HIM a general manager... |
| Cliff Anderson:: Well, we're ready for the opening match of the night. "Southern Nightmare" Robert Henry Clay will be taking on Lance Pennington to kick things off. Lance had a good showing here this past Thursday when he choked out "The Japanese Cowboy" Johnny Wah with his patented sleeperhold. [Lance Pennington is out first and receives little reaction from the crowd. The Southern Nightmare is out next and he's got a Confederate flag propped over his shoulder. Clay is walking with a slight limp due to an injury he sustained at last week's show. The liberal Eugene natives begin booing the man from Beauregard as he climbs into the ring.] Jack Deruke:: That's my kinda guy right there, jerky. [The bell rings and Pennington goes right for the Southern Nightmare. Pennington unloads early and often with some decent offense and Clay is on the ropes. Pennington throws everything he has at Hank but he can't keep him down for the pin. In the late stages of the match Pennington makes a mistake and that's all that it takes for the Southern Nightmare to capitalize. Clay unleashes some heavy Southern offense on his scrawny opponent and has him stumbling around the ring in a daze. Clay waits patiently before hitting Southern Comfort on his unsuspecting foe for the three-count!] |
| Cliff Anderson:: Clay just put Lance Pennington away, and he did so convincingly. These fans aren't happy. [With Pennington rolling around on the mat trying to regain his senses Clay heads to his corner and retrieves the rebel flag. Pennington slowly pulls himself back to his feet while Clay waits patiently. Just as Lance turns to face the Southern Nightmare he catches the end of the flagpole to the guts! The fans boo as Lance drops to his knees. Clay seizes the opportunity and cracks the flagpole over Pennington's head! Pennington goes down in a heap. Clay stands tall over the nerdy grappler and peers down at him for a moment.] Cliff Anderson:: This is completely uncalled for! Clay's already won the damn match! [Hank methodically spreads the flag out and drapes it over his fallen opponent. The fans are clearly disgusted by this show of disrespect. Unfazed by the crowd, Clay proudly walks to the back.] |
| [The Jumbo-tron comes to life right after Clay walks through the curtains and No Gimmicks Needed are shown in their dressing room. The boos continue.] Cliff Anderson:: Great. What are these two brutes up to? No good, no doubt. [Thompson is whispering something into Olaf's ear when there is a knock at the door. Both men slowly turn towards the door.] Larry Thompson:: Yeah?! What is it? [Rosco steps out from behind Olaf where he was completely hidden from site and strolls over to the door with a noticeable limp. He opens the door and in rolls a man in a wheelchair. It's Cody Duckett!] Cliff Anderson:: Cody Duckett? I didn't know he was working for us. Cody Duckett:: Mr. Thompson, this came in the mail earlier today... [The cripple hands a bulging manilla envelope to the Blond Berserker and turns to wheel out of the room. As he exits, Rosco slaps him across the back of the head and snickers. Rosco slams the door behind him. Thompson slaps Rosco across the back of the head with such force that Rosco falls face-first into the wall and lands in a mangled pile on the ground.] Larry Thompson:: Idiot. [Thompson and Olaf turn their attention to the stuffed envelope and Larry opens it cautiously.] Larry Thompson:: What have we here? Olaf:: Cookies? Larry Thompson:: Maybe... [Thompson carefully rips the envelope open and several one dollar bills float to the ground. Thompson's eyes light up. Olaf looks disappointed. Mixed in with the wad of money is a hand-written note...written in crayon. Thompson begins to read aloud.] Larry Thompson:: In need of your services... [Thompson notices the camera and stops mid-sentence.] Larry Thompson:: Hey! Get outta here! [Olaf opens the door and Thompson shoves the cameraman out of the room as Havoc goes to a commercial break.] |
| [An image of a ridiculously muscled man flashes onto the screen wearing a pair of body building shorts. A man with a deep, raspy voice begins speaking.] Voiceover:: HEY! Do you wanna feel SO ENERGETIC?! [A can of Powerthirst™ takes over the screen.] Voiceover:: SCIENCE! ENERGY! SCIENCE! ENERGY! Electrolytes! Turbolytes! Powerlytes! More -lytes than YOU BODY HAS ROOM FOR!!! [A symbolic painting of Mother Nature enters the screen.] Voiceover:: You'll be so fast Mother Nature will be like,"SLOOOOOWWW DOWWWWNN." And you'll be like,"F*ck you," and kick her in the face with your ENERGY LEGS!!! [An image of a larger-than-life man drinking a can of Powerthirst™ flashes across the screen.] Voiceover:: Powerthirst™! AHHHH!!! [The commercial comes to an end and Havoc returns live from MacArthur Court.] |
| [The Jumbo-tron flickers to life and Dr. Payne is shown giving himself a pre-match peptalk. Payne is garbed in a clean set of scrubs which means he hasn't been practicing gynecology much lately. Payne is staring intensely at his MASSIVE right forearm. It's almost as if he's talking to his forearm as if it's an entity in and of itself.] Dr. Payne:: I don't know how much longer I can keep it away! It wants to come back and I don't have the strength to hold it back much longer! [He is. He's actually talking to his forearm.] Dr. Payne:: The time is coming. Soon. Very soon. Penises will be punished. Vaginas will be violated! It's almost time to bring back...! ["Dr. Feelgood" by Mötley Crüe blares over the speakers and snaps the Good Doctor out of his trance.] Dr. Payne:: Oh. That's me... [Payne walks out of view...] |
| [...and pushes his way past the curtains to a warm reception from the fans.] Cliff Anderson:: Willis Clayton is already in the ring and here comes the world's first and only wrestling gynecologist! [The fans cheer both men, but they seem to like the Good Doctor just a little bit more. The match starts with Dr. Payne taking control. Payne scores several nearfalls but can't put Clayton away. The Natural battles back and turns the tables on the gynecologist. Clayton makes several pinfall attempts but can't keep the Good Doctor down. Clayton plants Payne with a brainbuster in the center of the ring and heads to the top rope.] Cliff Anderson:: Clayton is going up top for the Swandive Headbutt and the fans are on their feet! [Clayton takes flight...and eats nothing but canvas! Payne is back on his feet and he waits for Clayton to stand. The Natural is back up and he walks right into the Vaginal Claw! The fans are going crazy. The referee is telling Payne to break the hold. In what appears to be a great struggle, Payne finally releases his vice-like grip. The Good Doctor catches Clayton with a boot to the stomach and slams him with some Sweet Payne! He hooks the leg as the referee counts the one, two, three!] Cliff Anderson:: Dr. Payne picks up the win and these fans are lovin' it! |
| [Dr. Payne walks through the curtain to the backstage area as "Praise" by Sevendust starts up again. Again, the fans come to their feet in anticipation.] Cliff Anderson:: He's arrived. He's here at the arena! Can it really be...? [The music continues to play. The cheering continues. Just as the cheering starts to die down there's movement behind the curtain. The volume rises again and out walks...] Cliff Anderson:: ...no way! Jack Deruke:: What? What happened? Cliff Anderson:: I can't believe it... [...Dan Jacobs? The crowd goes silent as many of the people in attendence aren't sure who the man is. Jacobs has a cocky smile on his face as he struts down to the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, this is Dan Jacobs. He ran Bryant Dean's S.W.F. a few years back. [Jacobs climbs into the ring and begins playing to the now-unenthusiastic crowd. After a few minutes, he calls for a microphone.] Cliff Anderson:: Jacobs ran the S.W.F. alright. He nearly ran it into the ground... Dan Jacobs:: Boy, does it feel good to be YOUR new general manager! [The fans still aren't quite sure what to make of P.N.W.'s new general manager.] Dan Jacobs:: First things first, I need to apologize for my tardiness. I was caught in a mighty blizzard on the way in... Cliff Anderson:: A blizzard? The skies are clear as can be... [The fans start to turn on the new general manager who is obviously a blatant liar.] Dan Jacobs:: But I've managed to make it here to the arena safe and sound, thank God. And I'm here to give you, the wrestling fans, what you paid to see. [Jacobs begins strutting around inside the ring.] Dan Jacobs:: I am exactly what this joke for a promotion needs. I am a Harvard graduate! I took the S.W.F. to unimaginable heights! And I'm going to do the exact same thing here in Pacific Northwest Wrestling! I will go down in the Guinness Book of World Records as the greatest general manager of all time! [The fans begin booing.] Dan Jacobs:: I see all of these second-rate wrestlers in the back. I look at this old, decrepit excuse for an arena. I look out at all of you disgusting, deadbeat fans. I say it's time for a change! D.J. is gonna bring some class to the Pacific Northwest! Things change tonight! [The fans are really worked up now. Jacobs is still smiling that cocky smile as he drops the microphone and heads to the back.] Cliff Anderson:: We're in big, big trouble... |
| [The shot cuts to the backstage area. Rusty sits at his locker, taping his wrists and preparing for his match. A vial of liquid sits on the bench next to him with "B-12" scrawled on the label. He tears off some tape, slaps the tape to his wrist, and picks up his cell phone. Dialing a number, he puts the phone to his ear and the camera barely picks up the voice on the other end of the line.] Operator:: Please enjoy the music while your party is reached. [Then we hear the chorus of "Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth as the person's ringback tone plays to Ziset's ear. He swells with anger and the camera backs away, now unable to hear any audio from the phone.] Rusty:: It's me...nice ringback tone, it's very original and unexpected...look, I don't care. All I have to say is that I know you're thinking of coming down here tonight. Just stay away. I don't need your help, and I don't want your help. You always seemed plenty able to take care of yourself...and so am I. So just...stay...away. [Rusty slaps his phone shut and calmly sets it on the bench next to him. He then stands and throws to the floor an entire bay of lockers. They land with a crash on the floor. He injects himself with the "B-12", then grabs his things and walks out of the locker room. Havoc cuts to a commercial.] |
| [The commercial opens with Robert Saks standing in front of the camera. A man of at least seventy, he has natural white hair on the sides of his head and a garish orange toupee resting atop his melon. He wears a knit sweatshirt and stares unblinking at the camera, talking while mattress-related scenes flash behind him.] Robert Saks:: Need a mattress? Come to Robert Saks' Mattress Warehouse in Springfield. We have the widest selection of mattresses in the Eugene/Springfield area, and lots of mattresses on sale today. Twin mattresses from $99, queen mattresses from $199, king mattresses from $299. We're on the corner of Mohawk and Q Street in Springfield. Come see me! [Having concluded his speech, the frightening senior stares at the camera with lecherous intent. The camera stays on for a couple seconds too long and the commercial ends.] |
| [Havoc returns to a shot of Dan Jacobs making himself comfortable in his new office somewhere in the bowels of the Pit. He leans back in his tall leather chair and props his feet up on the oak desk. Jacobs laces his fingers behind his head and lets out a sigh as Willis Clayton and Lance Pennington solemnly stroll into the room.] Lance Pennington:: You...you wanted to see us? Dan Jacobs:: I sure did. I need to talk to you two about something. Willis Clayton:: What do you wanna talk about? Dan Jacobs:: I want to talk about you. Both of you. We have a problem here and it needs to be fixed. Lance Pennington:: What's the problem? Dan Jacobs:: Well, quite frankly...you guys suck. You're horrible. You don't look good on T.V. or in the ring. But don't worry. I'm gonna change all that. [Clayton and Pennington are speechless. They aren't quite sure how to react to D.J.'s verbal bashing.] Dan Jacobs:: Next week, you will be taking on Ninjas with Attitude. But it won't be "Boring" Lance Pennington and "Worthless" Willis Clayton. No! Next week, you will be the new and improved "Made for T.V." Lance Pennington and Willis "Storm" Clayton! [Lance and Willis are still standing there unsure of how to respond to this.] Dan Jacobs:: Go down to Creative so they can fit you for your new ring attire. Get out of here! ["Made for T.V." Lance Pennington and Willis "Storm" Clayton turn and exit the office as Dan Jacobs kicks back again, proud of a job well-done.] |
| Cliff Anderson:: Dan Jacobs is unbelievable. Folks, Reece Williams is standing by with "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic. [We cut to the backstage area where the lovely Reece Williams and Billy Sadistic are standing in front of a big, green P.N.W. logo.] Reece Williams:: Billy Sadistic, tonight you'll be facing the mountain of muscle known as Olaf. How do you plan on chopping down the giant oak? Billy Sadistic:: Reece, no discredit to Olaf, but it's not really him I'm worried about. I know that Larry Thompson and Rosco Pico Train are gonna be at ringside and they're gonna be chomping at the bit to get involved any way they can. As if taking on the seven foot monster wasn't a big enough task, I've got these two goons on the outside to worry about... Reece Williams:: What about Arkham, your brother? Do you think you can count on him to watch your back? [Sadistic flashes a angry smile.] Billy Sadistic:: You saw what happened last week, didn't you? I think that should answer your question. But that's okay. I've got no problem taking on those three unpredictable psychopaths alone. Reece Williams:: Thompson and Olaf seem to do things without rhyme or reason, much like your brother... [Sadistic cuts her off in mid-sentence.] Billy Sadistic:: No. That's where you're wrong. Larry and Olaf...they create havoc and inflict pain because they like to watch the resulting chaos of their handiwork. They are completely unpredictable. But Arkham...if he does something it's for a reason. Nothing is ever accidental with him. [Sadistic looks directly into the camera.] Billy Sadistic:: He knows EXACTLY what he's doing. [With that, Sadistic blows past the cameraman and storms out of the scene.] |
| Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic is obviously unhappy about being left high and dry last week by his brother. And speaking of his brother, here comes Arkham now. [Reginald Charles Killian is already in the ring as Arkham makes his way out from the back. He's met with a decent response from the crowd as he methodically makes his way into the ring. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Killian takes the initiative and goes after the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil. Arkham fights back with some vicious strikes. The match goes back and forth for quite some time. The fans are really getting into the match when Larry Thompson, Olaf, and Rosco Pico Train make their way out from the back. The fans begin booing.] Cliff Anderson:: Uh oh. This doesn't look good for Arkham. Larry Thompson is probably out for revenge after losing to Arkham last week on Havoc. [The match continues in the ring as Rosco, Olaf, and Thompson surround the ring. Arkham hits a Samoan drop on R.C.K. and has him ready for the Infernal Device when Olaf jumps up onto the ring apron and distracts the referee. With the referee's attention diverted, Thompson and Rosco slide into the ring. Rosco hooks Arkham from behind as Killian rolls to the side of the ring. Thompson pulls out a can of spraypaint, shakes it up, and takes aim...] Cliff Anderson:: Green spraypaint! Arkham moves! [Arkham rolls out of the way as Rosco receives a cloud of green mist from Thompson's spray can! Rosco falls to the mat clutching his eyes and begins stomping his feet on the mat in agony. Arkham clotheslines Thompson over the top rope and the spray can goes flying. The fans are loving it. R.C.K. spots the spray can, grabs it, and sneaks up on Arkham from behind. Killian spins Arkham around with spray can at the ready but the Destroyer-at-Noonday spins around and spews a cloud of green mist into the face of R.C.K.! Killian drops the paint and tries to clear the venom away from his eyes, but it's too late. Arkham catches him with the Infernal Device and covers him. Olaf hops down from the mat to check on Thompson and the referee drops down to make the count. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Arkham escapes with the victory! |
| [The referee raises Arkham's hand in victory but the celebration is short-lived. Thompson attacks from behind and shoves Arkham into the corner. Arkham puts his fists in front of his face to block some of the blows as the Blond Berserker unloads with rights and lefts. Olaf quickly joins the attack and No Gimmicks Needed begin double-teaming the Abomination of Desolation.] Cliff Anderson:: Thompson and Olaf are really doing a number on Arkham! [After a few moments Rosco and Reginald join in the beating. The fans begin booing as the four-on-one assault continues. There is a roar from the crowd as the Eugene native, Billy Sadistic, sprints out from the back with a steel chair in hand!] Cliff Anderson:: Here comes the Phenom to even the odds! [Sadistic dives in under the bottom rope and nearly decapitates Rosco with a wild chairshot! The chairshot is so forceful that Rosco is sent through the ropes to the outside. Killian is next and the Phenom brings the chair down hard onto the head of R.C.K.! Killian goes down and rolls to the outside. Thompson turns next and Sadistic hits a homerun with the side of his head! Olaf is the last to turn and Arkham takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring and head to the back.] Cliff Anderson:: Billy Sadistic is cleaning house! [Sadistic catches Olaf in the head with the dented chair but it barely staggers the big guy. Sadistic connects with a second shot and Olaf starts to wobble. The fans are getting louder and louder. Sadistic scores with a kick to the groin that doubles the Giant German over! The Sadistic One turns the chair sideways and catches Olaf in the side of the head with the edge of the chair! Olaf goes down and the crowd erupts!] Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic has actually put the Giant German down on the mat! Folks, we've gotta take a commercial break! Don't go away! |
| [The commercial opens with the Comcast logo in the center of the screen as a catchy jingle begins playing in the background.] Voiceover:: Do you have Comcast digital cable On Demand? How about high-speed internet? [The P.N.W. Havoc logo flashes across the screen.] Voiceover:: There's no better way to follow your favorite P.N.W. stars than through Comcast! [Some in-ring action featuring members from the P.N.W. roster is shown.] Voiceover:: Be sure to sign up for Comcast digital cable and witness P.N.W.'s first SuperCard! P.N.W. presents Afterlife, coming to you live from MacArthur Court in Eugene, Oregon on Sunday, May 17th! [The commercial fades out and Havoc resumes.] |
| Cliff Anderson:: This match started during the commercial break and Billy Sadistic is in control of the Giant German after unloading on him with a hat trick of chairshots. [Sadistic has scored a few near-falls but cannot put the big man away. Olaf is slowly regaining his bearings as the Phenom continues his assault. Larry Thompson, Rosco Pico Train, and R.C.K. are still on the outside trying to shake off those chairshots.] Cliff Anderson:: What Olaf lacks in brains he more than makes up for with brawn and toughness. Sadistic is unloading with everything he's got and he can't keep this machine down. [Sadistic continues to hammer away on Olaf. Sadistic goes for a running clothesline but Olaf scores with a big boot. The fans begin booing as the Giant German takes over. Olaf pounds the Phenom from pillar to post and looks to be on the verge of crushing the Sadistic One. The giant latches one of his meat hooks around the throat of the Phenom and lifts him into the air for the Goozle! Sadistic breaks free in mid-air, locks Olaf's head, and spikes him into the mat with the Sadistic DDT! The crowd goes nuts as a weary Phenom rolls onto Olaf for the cover. 1...2...Thompson lands a forearm out of nowhere to stop the count! The fans begin booing and the referee awards the match to Sadistic via disqualification.] |
| [Rosco Pico Train and Reginald Charles Killian aren't far behind Thompson and all three men begin stomping away on the Sadistic One.] Cliff Anderson:: Billy Sadistic will win this match, but he's being beaten mercilessly! Jack Deruke:: They's beatin' him like a raw egg! [It's not long before Olaf is back up and he joins in on the beating. The fans continue booing, but the boos suddenly turn to a chant which echoes throughout MacArthur Court.] Crowd:: Ark-ham! Ark-ham! Ark-ham! [The fans look towards the top of the ramp in anticipation as the four men continue to maul Sadistic. Thompson rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair which he brings back into the ring with him. Olaf plants Sadistic with the Goozle as the chants continue.] Cliff Anderson:: The fans are awaiting the arrival of Billy Sadistic's younger brother, the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, but he's nowhere to be seen. [Olaf, R.C.K., and Rosco hold Sadistic up as Thompson drives the backrest of the chair into the Phenom's already injured ribs! Sadistic goes down to his knees but Thompson is relentless. He jabs the steel into Sadistic's ribs over and over and over again until blood begins to trickle from his mouth. In the heat of the battle, Thompson drills Rosco in the head with a stray chairshot and the manager goes down! The chants for Arkham have now been replaced by cries of outrage as security hits the ring in full force to stop the heinous assault.] Cliff Anderson:: Finally! Finally some order is being restored! Larry Thompson is trying to end Billy Sadistic's career and he very well may have done so! [Thompson, Olaf, R.C.K., and a groggy Rosco exit the ring to a chorus of boos as members of the medical staff rush out from the back.] Cliff Anderson:: This doesn't look good. Sadistic is hurt and he's hurt bad. |
| [The scene switches to the backstage area as Sadistic is carted to the back. Rusty is found heading to the ring, each of his championship belts draped over a shoulder, when he is accosted by P.N.W.'s own Douglas Baggins while passing the restrooms.] Douglas Baggins:: Rusty, after your amazing performance at last week's Havoc, you're about to defend your Comcast Television Championship for the first time tonight against Rory Blaze. Do you have any doubts headed into this match? [Am irritated Rusty points his finger upward toward Baggins' face while speaking.] Rusty:: Doubts? Doug, let me tell you how this match is going to go. Rory Blaze will enter the ring, and he and I will have a good old-fashioned, man-to-man match. If there's no winner after fifteen minutes, the belt stays in my hands. That's how it's going to go. Douglas Baggins:: Yes, that's the very definition of a Comcast Television Championship match. But how do you think the match will go? [Rusty stares into space, his crossed eyes attempting to focus.] Rusty:: Did I say I was going to win? Douglas Baggins:: No. Rusty:: Well, hell yeah, I'm going to win! I'm going to make him think I'm his mother and his father after this match! [It's Baggins' turn to be confused after hearing this odd boast, but he shrugs and continues.] Douglas Baggins:: Rusty, the rumors are flying about you right now. The late-night meetings, strange phone calls. Is it true that you've been in contact with your former pupil, Josh McCool? Rusty:: That name means nothing to me, Douglas. But these words do: You're dust! [Rusty reaches to attack that P.N.W. reporter.] Douglas Baggins:: Wait! Isn't it against P.N.W. rules to assault a P.N.W. staff member? [Rusty considers this, then lets go of Baggins' shirt. The champion then grabs a fan from the line for the restroom and has at him. He throws the young man against the wall and jumps to fire a knee into the man's groin. Leaving the fan writhing in pain on the floor, he points directly at Baggins, then proceeds toward the ringside area.] |
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| [The camera returns to the ring where the challenger, Rory Blaze, is in the ring awaiting the arrival of the champion.] Cliff Anderson:: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the night. The fifty-one year old Russell Ziset will defend his Comcast Television Championship against "The Uncensored Superstar" Rory Blaze. [Rusty receives a mixed reaction from the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring. The champion enters the ring and hands the Comcast Television Championship and the Powerthirst™ Preposterone Championship to the referee, then heads to his corner. The match begins and both men meet in the center of the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: This match has a fifteen minute time limit. If the time limit expires, the match will be ruled a draw and Rusty will retain the belt. [The younger, faster Blaze outmaneuvers the champion in the early stages of the match and uses his speed to keep Rusty off balance. The fans seem to be taking a liking to the stylish Rory Blaze; especially the female fans. The Uncensored Superstar scores a few near-falls before the champion gains the upper hand. Rusty uses his technical wrestling knowhow and pound-for-pound strength to keep the youngster grounded.] Timothy Cormier:: Ten minutes remaining! Ten minutes! [Ziset begins working over the Blaze's left leg. Blaze tries to fight back but the tenacious five-footer is relentless. Ziset applies a variety of submission holds to the high flyer's leg but Blaze refuses to give in. The fans start rallying behind the Uncensored Superstar as he fights back to his feet.] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty is employing a technically sound gameplan in trying to keep Blaze grounded. Ziset doesn't have to beat Rory Blaze, he just has to keep Blaze from beating him. Timothy Cormier:: Five minutes remaining! Five minutes! [This causes the crowd to stir a bit as the clock continues to run down. Suddenly, "Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth blasts over the speakers and the fans come to their feet!] Cliff Anderson:: It can't be! We've heard the rumors! That's...that's Josh McCool's music! [The camera pans over to the entrance as the action continues inside the ring. After a few moments, a woman with blond hair steps out from the back. The tall, beautiful woman appears to be in her early forties.] Cliff Anderson:: Hold on a minute. That's Alyce Loysell. Her and Rusty used to be an item back in the day before she left him for Josh McCool. What in the heck is she doing here? [Rusty notices Alyce at the top of the ramp and the distraction gives Blaze the opportunity he needs. He blindsides Rusty and starts going to work on him. Blaze goes for an Irish whip, but Rusty reverses. Blaze reverses Rusty's reversal and the champion collides with referee Mitch Horton! Both men go down as Alyce makes her way down the ramp.] Cliff Anderson:: The referee is down! Alyce is on her way to the ring. What business does she have out here? Jack Deruke:: Maybe she wants a better look at Rory Blaze... [Blaze scoops Rusty off the mat and connects with P.S., Goodnight! The fans are on their feet as Blaze makes the cover. The ref is still down. Frustrated, Blaze tries to revive the referee. As this is happening, Loysell climbs onto the ring apron and begins undoing the top turnbuckle pad. Rusty slowly comes to and staggers to his feet. Blaze notices Loysell on the ring apron and can't help but give her an appraising look.] Timothy Cormier:: Two minutes remaining! Two minutes! [Blaze approaches the beautiful Loysell as she smiles coyly. As soon as Blaze is within range, Alyce pulls a can of mace from behind her back and sprays Rory in the face! The fans begin booing as Alyce drops down to the arena floor. Blinded, Rory staggers back into the ring where a recovered Rusty catches him with the Run-By! Blaze's head smashes into the exposed steel bolt and he goes down. Rusty makes the cover as the referee slowly crawls over and makes the count. 1.....2.....3!] Cliff Anderson:: I don't believe this! Rory Blaze has been cheated out of the T.V. title by this wench! |
| [Rusty retrieves both of his titles as Alyce Loysell enters the ring. "Respect" by Aretha Franklin plays over the speakers and the boos continue. Rusty slings a belt over each shoulder and turns to find Loysell standing in the middle of the ring with her arms outstretched for a congratulatory hug.] Cliff Anderson:: I don't even think Rusty realizes the role Alyce played in his victory here tonight. [Rory rolls to the outside and stumbles to the back still trying to wipe the mace from his eyes. Rusty stops dead in his tracks upon seeing Alyce and he doesn't look happy. Loysell has a beaming smile on her face as she waits for a big hug. Rusty approaches her, but instead of hugging her, he brushes past her and exits the ring. The fans aren't quite sure what to make of this. Tears start to stream down Loysell's face as Rusty heads up the ramp.] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty has just publicly rejected Alyce Loysell! Jack Deruke:: Denied! |
| [Loysell climbs out of the ring and trots after the champion. Just as Rusty is about to go through the curtain he caught with a kick to the face! Rusty goes flying and so do the belts!] Cliff Anderson:: Larry Thompson nearly kicked Rusty's head off! [The Blond Berserker rushes out from the back followed by Olaf and Rosco Pico Train and the fans begin booing. Thompson begins directing traffic as Olaf dismantles the tiny grappler. Alyce is horrified and she scurries towards the backstage area. Before she can reach the curtain a hand pokes through, followed by a MASSIVE FOREARM! Dr. Payne steps out onto the ramp and his eyes are fixed directly on Alyce Loysell. He's licking his chops and the fans are loving it!] Cliff Anderson:: It's Dr. Payne, and he looks like he's ready to put those nimble fingers to work! [Loysell's eyes grow wide and she begins backing down the aisle. Dr. Payne stalks after his prey with a euphoric look on his face. Thompson calls for the Goozle and Olaf obliges. Olaf lifts Rusty into the air by the throat and chokeslams him onto the steel ramp!] Cliff Anderson:: My God! That's solid steel, and Rusty is not moving! Larry Thompson's reign of terror continues! [Dr. Payne continues his advance towards a terrified Alyce Loysell while Olaf, Thompson, and Rosco stand tall over the obliterated Russell Ziset.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, that's all the time we have this week! Tune in next week! [Fade to black.] |
