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| [Havoc opens inside the dark, somewhat quiet MacArthur Court. "All Nightmare Long" by Metallica starts up and a short burst of pyro blasts off at the top of the ramp. The fans come to their feet and the seventeen hundred in attendence begin to raise the noise level.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, welcome to MacArthur Court! Welcome to Havoc! We're coming to you live on Comcast Channel 37! Jack Deruke:: That ain't no lie, tough guy! People are going to be beaten about the head, neck, chest, and head here tonight! Cliff Anderson:: Rusty Ziset will be defending both of his titles here tonight. The odds are stacked against him and he'll be lucky to walk out of here with one of his belts, let alone both of them. Jack Deruke:: That little five-foot-nothin' is in for a good old fashioned BEATIN'! Cliff Anderson:: You could be right, and this might be one of the men that does the beating... |
| [The Jumbo-tron comes to life and the fans are afforded a shot of Robert Henry Clay. The fans immediately begin booing the man for South Carolina. "Southern Nightmare" Robert Henry Clay is backstage just outside the office of Dan Jacobs, already in his wrestling attire. He knocks on the door, but there is no answer. The door creaks open just a bit. Clay speaks with a thick southern drawl.] Robert Henry Clay:: Mr. Jacobs...you wanted to see me? [As the door opens even more, it becomes apparent that the lights are out. Clay reaches in and flips the light switch to find a completely empty office.] Robert Henry Clay:: Mr. Jacobs...? [There is no one in the office to respond. Clay appears frustrated, but takes a seat next to the desk and grabs a magazine off the coffee table in the room. He begins grumbling under his breath.] Robert Henry Clay:: ...if you're gonna tell someone to come to your office, the least you can do is be there yourself... |
| [The camera shot cuts to a different location in the backstage area. It is the dressing room of No Gimmicks Needed. Larry is in the midst of explaining the merits of Wolverine boots to Olaf when Rosco bursts through the door with a bulging manilla envelope!] Rosco Pico Train:: Larry, Cody Duckett just gave me this! It came in the mail... [Larry snatches the envelope out of Rosco's hand, shoves him hard into the wall, and knocks him to the ground with a superkick to the throat! Larry looks the envelope over while stepping up onto an unconscious Rosco's chest so that he is now eye-level with Olaf. Olaf looks down at Rosco, then back to Larry with a confused look on his face. Thompson just shrugs.] Larry Thompson:: It was an accident... Hey, it's another of these strange envelopes. Somebody must be in need of our "services" again! Olaf:: Services equals cookies! Larry Thompson:: That's right, big man! [Thompson tears into the envelope and it is again overflowing with cash! One dollar bills, to be exact. Hiding in the treasure trove of money is another hand-written note...in crayon. Thompson gives the note a quick once-over, then turns his attention to the wad of ones. Olaf looks sad.] Olaf:: No cookies? Larry Thompson:: No. Not yet, anyways. After we take care of...you know who...you'll get your cookie. [This puts a smile on his face as he silently watches Larry count the money. After a few moments, Thompson notices the Giant German staring at him. He stops his counting. Looking over at the television monitor, his fears are realized.] Larry Thompson:: Hey! Wait a minute! Aren't you supposed to be in THAT match right there?! [Olaf looks to the monitor and sees Arkham making his way down to the ring for the Powerthirst™ Preposterone Championship match.] Olaf:: Uh oh. Larry Thompson:: Well...shouldn't you get down there? Olaf:: Going. [The big brute lumbers out of the room. Larry watches him go, then buries his face in his hands and lets out a low, frustrated whine.] |
| [As Olaf tries to find his way to the ring the opening chords to "Gimme Back My Bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd begin to play over the speakers, signaling the entrance of "Southern Nightmare" Robert Henry Clay.] Cliff Anderson:: This should be a good match tonight as we have four men going for the Powerthirst™ Preposterone Championship. [The music finally stops as no one has come through the curtain. Arkham is waiting patiently in the ring for his opponents.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, I don't know where Mr. Clay is... [The music begins again. Still, no one comes through the curtain. The camera cuts backstage to the office of Dan Jacobs. The Southern Nightmare is still sitting and reading a magazine, waiting for the general manager to arrive. There is a light knock on the door and Cody Duckett rolls his wheelchair into the room.] Cody Duckett:: Um...your music is playing...I think it's time for your match... [Clay looks up to the clock, noticing for the first time just how long he's been waiting on the non-arriving general manager.] Robert Henry Clay:: Sh*t! [Clay hops up from the chair and takes off in a sprint out the door and toward the ring.] Cliff Anderson:: It looks like our general manager has arrived late again, and this time it could have dire consequences for the Southern Nightmare... |
| [Havoc goes to commercial break and 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:: You'll have so much energy! ENERGY! AHHH! Just running ALL THE TIME! Power-running! Power-lifting! Power-sleeping! Power-dating! Power-eating! Power-laughing! Power-spawning babies! You'll have so many babies! [A picture of an infant wrapped in blankets is shown.] Voiceover:: 400 BABIES!!! [An image of a can Shockolate Powerthirst™ takes over the screen.] Voiceover:: Give Shockolate to your babies and they'll be good at SPORTS! Make your babies run ABNORMALLY FAST!!! [An image of a muscle bound titan flashes across the screen.] Voiceover:: Powerthirst™! AHHHH!!! [The commercial comes to an end and as Pacific Northwest Wrestling returns.] |
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| Cliff Anderson:: Welcome back, folks! This match has just begun, but only two of the four men have arrived! [Rusty and Arkham are going at it in the center of the ring. Olaf and Robert Henry Clay are nowhere to be found. The fight quickly spills to the outside.] Cliff Anderson:: Remember, fans, that this is a hardcore match. Anything goes. The first man to score a pinfall or submission wins the match! [The Crimson Demon and the Preposterone Champion begin brawling up the ramp and the fans are eating it up. As they reach the top of the ramp the Southern Nightmare bursts through the curtain and levels both men with a double cothesline! The fans let out a collective hiss but Clay pays them no mind. Clay begins working over Rusty with some solid rights and lefts before tossing the champion head-first off the stage! The fans come to their feet!] Cliff Anderson:: My Lord! Henry Clay just splattered Rusty all over the concrete! [Clay hops down and makes the cover. 1...2...Arkham connects with a legdrop off the stage! Clay is dazed as Arkham covers Rusty! 1...2...Clay manages to tug the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil off! Clay and Arkham begin trading blows as Rusty slowly crawls away on his hands and knees.] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty is trying to escape with his health. He's got another title defense tonight. [Rusty manages to crawl to the backstage area where he pulls himself up and begins stumbling along a random hallway. Clay and Arkham continue to wail away on each other near the stages as Rusty finds and unlocked door and lets himself in. After a few moments, Clay finds his way into the backstage area and begins searching for the tiny champion.] Robert Henry Clay:: Where you at, boy?! [A battle cry echoes up and down the hallway as the door swings open and out charges Rusty! He spears Clay into the CMU wall and begins raining blows down upon him. Inside the room that Rusty emerged from are a few empty syringes scattered on the ground.] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty is back, and he looks like he's gained his second wind! [The two men brawl down the long corridor and round the corner. Rusty is so caught up in the battle that he runs right into the upper-thigh of...] Cliff Anderson:: Olaf! He's found the fight! Olaf:: Hey, do you guys know how to get to the ring. I've got a match that I'm late for? Robert Henry Clay:: That way! [As Clay turns to point, Rusty jumps up and catches him with a meaty right hand that sends the Souther Nightmare back into the wall. Olaf thanks them, turns, and begins jogging towards the ring. After about ten steps, he stops...] Olaf:: Wait a minute... [Realization sets in and Olaf angrily turns around. Rusty flies into view and smashes a snow shovel across Olaf's chest. Olaf takes about a half step back but is unfazed. Rusty looks at the broken handle, then at Olaf. Dropping his broken shoveling tool, Rusty turns and runs in the opposite direction. The laughter of the fans can be heard in the backstage area.] Cliff Anderson:: Heh, heh. Well, that certainly didn't work. Jack Deruke:: Hey, where'd that red-headed fruit go? [Rusty delves deep into the bowels of MacArthur court with the Giant German in hot pursuit. Somewhere in the distance the Southern Nightmare gives chase. Rusty darts down a dimly lit hallway and rounds a corner. At the end of the hallway is a pair of double doors. Rusty jogs over, but only to find that the doors are locked. A big sign is posted above the doors: "BOILER ROOM - KEEP OUT!"] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty is trapped! Olaf's got him cornered! [Olaf rounds the corner. Seeing that he's got Rusty trapped his lips split into a gruesome grin. He stalks his prey as Henry Clay's footsteps echo in the background. In a last ditch effort, Rusty lets out a scream and hurls himself at the Giant German! Olaf catches Rusty easily, lifts him overhead, and hurls him with all his might into the double doors! The door on the left smashes open and Rusty's body goes tumbling into the dark, foggy boiler room!] Cliff Anderson:: Good God! Rusty Ziset is a fifty-one year old high school football coach, and Olaf is trying to murder him on live television! [Olaf lets out a bellowing laugh before ripping open the other door. Smoke begins to billow out of the dark room as Olaf cautiously probes deeper inward in search of his prey. Olaf disappears into the darkness and there is a moment of silence as Clay jogs around the corner. Suddenly, there is a loud...] [The head of a broken shovel ricochets out of the darkness and spins to a halt on the floor! Olaf stumbles backwards into the hallway on wobbly legs before collapsing to the concrete like a giant oak! The fans aren't sure what's going on. Slowly, like a mythical creature rising from the stormy seas, emerges Arkham with broken shovel handle in hand! The fans erupt!] Arkham:: Timber. [Arkham tosses the broken handle to the ground as blood streams down Olaf's face. Hank charges and Arkham is there to meet him. Clay throws Arkham into the brick wall but Arkham fires back with a headbutt. The Destroyer-at-Noonday and the Southern Nightmare are really doing a number on each other as Olaf remains motionless on the ground. Suddenly, the camera catches something stirring in the darkness of the boiler room.] Cliff Anderson:: Is that Rusty? If it is, that man must be superhuman! [Rusty comes flying out of the darkness where he lands on Olaf in a heap. The little man still appears to be out cold. The camera catches a brief flurry of movement in the darkness, then nothing. The referee makes the count. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the hell is going on here?! Somebody just helped Rusty retain the title... |
| [Arkham and Clay are in the process of trying to break up the pin attempt, but it's too late. Hank peers angrily down at Rusty and Olaf. Arkham shoots Clay a glare, then disappears back into the darkness of the boiler room in search of answers.] Cliff Anderson:: This match was ripe for the picking for either Henry Clay or Arkham! Arkham's going to look for whoever screwed him out of the title. [Referee Mitch Horton hands a dazed Rusty his Preposterone Championship as Clay steps out of frame. Rusty is slowly helped to his feet by the referee. Suddenly, Clay is back in view and he brings a wooden flagpole down onto Rusty's bald spot! The wood cracks in half and Rusty is back down! Clay reaches down to pick up the flag...the Confederate flag.] Cliff Anderson:: I can't believe this! Rusty's just been through Hell, he's got another match later on tonight, and Robert Henry Clay just busted that wooden pole over his head! This is completely and utterly disrespectful! [The fans begin booing as Clay drapes the rebel flag over a beaten and bloody Rusty Ziset.] |
| Cliff Anderson:: Robert Henry Clay is a dispicable human being... Fans, I'm being told that P.N.W.'s own Reece Williams is standing by backstage with Thunder & Lightning. Take it away, Reece. [The Jumbo-tron comes to life to find the beautiful Reece Williams standing between the newly-formed tag team of Willis "Storm" Clayton and "Made for T.V." Lance Pennington.] Reece Williams:: Thanks, Cliff. I'm here with Thunder & Lightning. You boys ready for your match? Lance Pennington:: You'd better believe it, sweetheart! Reece Williams:: Okay. Willis, I've got a question for you. We all know that you can bring the heavy offense, but there are a lot of skeptics that think that perhaps you can't take it. How do you address those skeptics? [It's clear that Clayton does appear to be comfortable talking in front of the camera.] Willis Clayton:: Well, all the step...skeptics and all the people that have a wittle bit of a... [Clayton is clearly flustered. He pulls away from the microphone.] Willis Clayton:: Let me do this again. Reece Williams:: We're live, pal. Willis Clayton:: I'm sorry. [Clayton comes back up to the microphone, and he looks angry.] Willis Clayton:: Anybody that has any doubt...will get their answer tonight! [Clayton and Pennington stomp off angrily towards the ring.] Reece Williams:: Well, there you have it. Willis Clayton, a man of few words. Back to you, Cliff. |
| ["Ninja" Van and Bovice are already in the ring. "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts up and out walk Clayton and Pennington. They receive a warm reception from the crowd.] Cliff Anderson:: These two boys from Eugene were thrown together last week by our general manager. Let's see how they do in the ring. [Van and Pennington start the match. "Ninja" Van takes control right off the bat and brings the scrawny grappler into his corner. Ninjas with Attitude work Pennington over in their corner with a series of quick tags. Van and Bovice score several near falls but Pennington is tenacious. Late in the match, "Made for T.V." makes the hot tag to Willis and he cleans house! The fans are on their feet as Clayton has both men rocking. Bovice charges but Clayton steps aside and hurls the big man out of the ring. Van attacks next but Clayton plants him with a powerslam. Clayton and Pennington head to the top rope and connect with Thunderstruck! Clayton makes the cover. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: A very convincing win by Thunder & Lightning. I've just received word that Dan Jacobs has just arrived... |
| [The shot cuts to the backstage area where Dan Jacobs is just arriving at his office. He pushes the door open to find a sweaty, frustrated "Southern Nightmare" Robert Henry Clay waiting impatiently. Jacobs takes a seat behind his desk.] Dan Jacobs:: Sorry to have kept you waiting. My family's cat died and I had to bury it...and the ground was frozen... Robert Henry Clay:: We need to talk. Earlier tonight... Dan Jacobs:: We do need to talk, indeed. [Clay raises an eyebrow at the general manager's interruption.] Dan Jacobs:: Look, Rob, it's your ring music. I get it. You're from the South. Yada, yada, yada. But Lynyrd Skynyrd? That's a little bit too much... [Now Clay appears to be agitated.] Robert Henry Clay:: What's wrong with Lynyrd Skynyrd? Dan Jacobs:: Look, I've picked out some new music for you. I'm thinking either "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin or "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. What do you think? [Southern Nightmare responds by spitting a torpedo of Red Man chewing tobacco across Dan's dress shoes. Dan looks down, then glares angrily at Clay. Southern Nightmare returns the stare, then turns and walks out of the room.] Dan Jacobs:: You'll be sorry you did that... |
| [Havoc takes a commercial break and Olaf appears on the screen. He's dressed in a nice black and white suit with a red tie, but it appears to be a little too tight.] Voiceover:: Some men are so big that they're forced to shop at the Big & Tall. But what about those men that are too big for that? [Olaf lets out a roar as he flexes is muscles. The clothing bursts at the seams and in a matter of seconds strands of clothing are hanging from the giant.] Voiceover:: Do you weight over four hundred pounds?! Are you over seven feet tall! Then you need to shop at Huge & Enormous! [Thanks to the wonders of special effects, Olaf is slowly morphed into a grey, nice-fitting suit. He now has a beaming smile on his face. He starts chewing on a giant oatmeal cookie as the voiceover continues.] Voiceover:: Huge & Enormous! Located on the corner of 15th and Main in Junction City! [Olaf slowly fades to black.] |
| [Havoc returns to the general manager's office. Dan Jacobs is back behind his desk with his soiled shoes propped up. Cody Duckett has positioned his wheelchair beside the desk and he trying to clean of Dan's shoes. Jacobs pretends like he's not even present.] Dan Jacobs:: I have a smile on my face because moments ago, Thunder & Lightning, MY creation, went out and dominated the competition! That's just proof that everything Dan Jacobs touches turns to gold! I stop by the S.W.F. and BAM! One of the greatest wrestling promotions this country has ever seen. And next week, I turn the Lightning Division Championship into...gold... [Cody lucks a bit confused.] Cody Duckett:: But...the championship belt is already made of gold... Dan Jacobs:: Ahh...shut up! [Jacobs kicks Duckett in the face with such force that the cripple's wheelchair is upended! Jacobs leans over the desk and finds Duckett sprawled out on the floor. A pleased smile forms on his face.] Dan Jacobs:: Oh...where was I? The Lightning Division Championship. Next week, the first round of the Lightning Division Championship Tournament begins! It's a single-elimination tournament and the finals will take place at Afterlife! Bring your "A" Game! |
| Cliff Anderson:: Well, I guess that's that. Up next we've got Anthony "Scarface" Schiappa taking on Reginald Charles Killian. [R.C.K. is already in the ring and Anthony Schiappa makes his way out from the back. The fans aren't sure what to make of the mobster, and he doesn't seem too concerned either way. The match begins and Schiappa goes right for R.C.K.] Jack Deruke:: This Anthony Schiappa, he's my kinda guy. I heard the other week he had to whack some f*cker out! Cliff Anderson:: Mind your manners... [Schiappa has a mean streak and he's back with a vengeance after his fluke loss at Thursday's house show. Killian tries to fight back but Schiappa is merciless. The fans are a bit taken aback by Scarface's viciousness. Late in the match Reginald gets his wits about him and mounts an offense. Schiappa is on his heels and R.C.K. moves in for the kill. Killian goes for his patented flying forearm, but the mobster stops him with a boot to the stomach, then plants him with a running powerbomb! Schiappa makes the cover and picks up the win.] Cliff Anderson:: The Kiss of Death and this one is in the books! |
| Cliff Anderson:: An impressive win by Anthony Schiappa and...what's this? I'm getting word from the production truck that somebody has been attacked backstage. [The shot cuts to the backstage area where the medical staff are huddled around a prone body on the ground. There is a pool of blood on the ground, but it's hard to tell who's face down on the floor. Finally, the camera forces its way through the crowd...] Cliff Anderson:: That's Rory Blaze! Somebody has injured Rory Blaze, and he looks bad! [The medics are in the process of loading the Uncensored Superstar onto a stretcher as the camera pans out. Cookie crumbs are sprinkled here and there on the ground.] Cliff Anderson:: I've got a pretty good idea who the guilty parties are... [The camera continues panning out and finds Larry Thompson and Olaf standing around the corner. Thompson is patting Olaf on the shoulder while the Giant German fists an oatmeal cookie in each hand.] Larry Thompson:: Another satisfied customer...let's get out of here. |
| [Havoc goes to the final commercial of the night and the outside of MacArthur Court is shown.] Voiceover:: May 17th! 2009! Live, from the Pit! Pacific Northwest Wrestling presents...AFTERLIFE!!! ["Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold plays in the background as the P.N.W. logo flashes on the screen. "AFTERLIFE" appears beneath the P.N.W. logo.] Voiceover:: All five titles on the line! All your favorite stars! All inside of the Pit! Tickets are available NOW! If you can't make it to the arena, be sure to call your local Comcast provider and watch live on Pay-Per-View! May 17, 2009! Be there! [The commercial comes to an end as Havoc returns.] |
| [Dan Jacobs appear on the Jumbo-tron from the comfort of his office.] Dan Jacobs:: Just before the commercial break, Rory Blaze suffered a severe injury and has been taken to the local hospital. He will be unable to compete in his match here tonight against Larry Thompson. [The mention of the Blond Berserker draws a round of boos from the Eugene faithful.] Dan Jacobs:: That's why all of our cards are subject to change. But fear not. Tonight, I've found a worthy replacement to face Larry Thompson. [D.J. nods towards the ring as the shot fades to black.] |
| [Larry Thompson is already in the ring awaiting his new opponent. "The Japanese Cowboy" Johnny Wah struts out from the back and the fans let out a groan. Thompson begins laughing as he points and laughs. Even Olaf, with his bandaged head, lets out a giggle. Rosco Pico Train is nowhere to be seen. He's probably still out cold in No Gimmicks Needed's dressing room.] Cliff Anderson:: This is not good for Johnny Wah. Larry Thompson may be all laughs right now, but he's a very dangerous man. Him and Olaf. They've already put Billy Sadistic on the shelf. Rory Blaze doesn't look like he'll be back anytime soon. And I'm not so sure Rusty will even be able to make it to his match in tonight's main event. [Johnny Wah enters the ring still wearing his cowboy hat and chaps. Thompson doesn't even wait for the bell to catch Wah in the throat with a superkick! Wah is out like a light and the fans boo mercilessly. Olaf begins clapping on the outside of the ring. Rather than pin the Japanese Cowboy, Larry peels him up off the mat and plants him with the N.K.N. DDT! Having inflicted enough pain, Larry leans back and nonchalantly covers Wah. 1...2...3!] Cliff Anderson:: Well, that didn't take very long... [Thompson lays in a few boots to Wah for good measure, then throws his cowboy hat into the crowd. The camera cuts to the backstage area.] |
| [The Good Doctor is seen working out his MASSIVE RIGHT FOREARM as he walks hurriedly down a hallway somewhere within the innards of Mac Court. It's hard to believe, but Payne's forearm appears to get bigger and bigger every week. The wrestling gynecologist appears to have a grimace on his face.] Dr. Payne:: I've got something to say to Rusty...I just can't hold it. I just can't hold it anymore. I have to let it out! Cliff Anderson:: Payne's got a message for Rusty? This seems urgent! [Without warning, Payne hooks a sharp right and bursts into the public restroom. The men's restroom, thankfully. A few seconds later...] Dr. Payne:: AHHHHHHHHH! Feels so GOOOOOOD! [After not one...not two...but...? Yes, three flushes! A few fans flee from the bathroom holding their noses. Payne finally emerges from the restroom with a grin on his face.] Dr. Payne:: Man, where was I? Yes! A tenacious, fiesty, proud little bastard! Kind of smelly. And Rusty, I didn't forget about you, either! [The fans can be heard laughing.] Dr. Payne:: Oh, yes! Let's not forget about this MASSIVE ANNOUNCEMENT that I must make. Next week... [The crowd waits patiently.] Dr. Payne:: ...the world's first...and ONLY...WRESTLING GYNECOLOGIST...will bring back... [Payne milks it as the crowd waits anxiously.] Dr. Payne:: ...THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE!!! [The crowd lets out a roar of approval!] Dr. Payne:: Yes! Punanis will be punished! Penises will be pummeled! Vaginas will be VIOLATED! CROTCHES WILL BE CRUSHED! And Alyce Loysell...you've got an appointment with ME! The GOOD DOCTOR! The MASTER OF SWEET PAYNE! Prepare your privates to be perfectly penetrated! When I'm done with you, you're gonna be seeing spots and feeling Jesus! [Payne's MASSIVE RIGHT FOREARM raises into view as if it has a mind of its own. Payne gazes at the applicator of the Vaginal Claw.] Dr. Payne:: Yeah, I'm talkin' about you, big guy. Let's go win that T.V. title from Rusty Zeist! [Payne looks to be in some sort of hypnotic trance as he marches off towards the ring.] |
| [The camera cuts to Larry Thompson's locker room. Thompson and Olaf return from Larry's match and find Rosco Pico Train still out cold on the floor. Still giddy from his match, Thompson kneels down and grabs Rosco's limp hand. He then begins slapping Rosco in the face with his own hand.] Larry Thompson:: Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. [Olaf looks over toward the lockers and spots something. He walks over and grabs it. It's a skull and crossbones pendant hanging from a leather cord. There is a small note attached:] [Olaf's brow furrows and he looks a bit worried. The Giant German stuff the note and pendant into his pants before Thompson notices.] Larry Thompson:: What have you got there, big guy? Olaf:: Um...nothin'. Thought I saw a cookie. Larry Thompson:: Oh. Okay. [Thompson goes back to making Rosco slap himself as we return to the ringside area. Olaf is still worried as he feels his injured forehead.] |
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| [Dr. Payne is out first and the fans roar their approval!] Cliff Anderson:: Here we are! The main event! Rusty somehow managed to come out on top earlier tonight. Can lightning strike twice? Not if Dr. Payne has anything to say about it. [Payne reaches the ring and awaits the arrival of the champion. Rusty is out next and he has both belts slung over his shoulders. His head is wrapped with gauze and he's walking with a noticeable limp. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs into the ring. Alyce Loysell strolls out and saunters down the ramp. The fans aren't too fond of Rusty's stalker.] Cliff Anderson:: What's the wench doing out here? She got involved in Rusty's match last week! I'd keep my eye on her if I were Dr. Payne. Jack Deruke:: Don't think that'll be a problem there, chief. [Sure enough, Payne's eyes are glued to the lovely Alyce Loysell. The match starts and Rusty goes for the distracted Dr. Payne. Rusty begins hammering away on Payne and he takes the gynecologist to the ground and begins working on the MASSIVE RIGHT FOREARM!] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty seems to be doing okay. He's targeting the Good Doctor's main offensive weapon. Timothy Cormier:: Ten minutes remaining! Ten minutes! [Rusty continues to work over the Good Doctor, but he can't keep him down for long. A fresh, rested Dr. Payne battles back against the fatigued Rusty and it's now Rusty that is on the receiving end of some sweet punishment.] Cliff Anderson:: This looks bad for Rusty Ziset. I don't know if he'll be able to hold on until the time limit... Timothy Cormier:: Five minutes remaining! Five minutes! [Payne begins unloading with some heavy offense and Ziset doesn't look like he can take much more. Payne locks in the Vaginal Claw and the pain is so great that Ziset's eye uncrosses! Seeing her man in trouble, Loysell hops up onto the ring apron. Payne releases the hold and goes straight for her. Alyce whips out the can of mace and aims at the Good Doctor but he grabs her wrist before she can douse his face! Ziset clobbers Payne from behind and he relinquishes his hold on Alyce's wrist. Alyce aims the mace again, but this time Payne ducks out of the way! Ziset takes the full spray to the face and he's blinded!] Cliff Anderson:: She just sprayed Rusty! Timothy Cormier:: Fifteen seconds remaining! [Payne knocks the can of spray out of Loysell's hand, then turns his attention to Rusty. He boots Rusty in the stomach, then drags him to the center of the ring.] Timothy Cormier:: Ten, nine, eight... [The crowd begins counting along. Payne locks Rusty in and lifts him into the air!] Cliff Anderson:: Sweet Payne! Sweet Payne! Crowd:: Seven, six, five...! [Rusty crashes to the mat and Payne leans forward for the cover as the seconds continue to tick by. The referee dives in for the count. 1...!] Crowd:: Four, three...! [...2...!] Crowd:: Two...! [...3!] Crowd:: One! [The buzzer sounds and pandamonium ensues! The fans are roaring, but nobody is sure what the final verdict is.] Cliff Anderson:: Did he get it?! It was so close, but I think Payne got three! [The referee walks over and begins speaking with Timothy Cormier. Silence falls over MacArthur Court as the crowd awaits the official decision. Timothy Cormier enters the ring with mic in hand.] Timothy Cormier:: The winner of this match... [The anticipation mounts...] Timothy Cormier:: ...and...NEW Comcast Television Champion! Dr. Payne! [The fans roar as the referee hands the T.V. title to the Good Doctor. Rusty is still groggy from his hellacious night.] |
| [Realization sets in finally and Rusty is not happy. Alyce Loysell steps into the ring to console her crush, but he wants nothing to do with her. Dr. Payne is on the second turnbuckle celebrating with the Television Championship while Alyce tends to Rusty. Rusty pulls himself back up, and having had enough of Alyce's smothering, he shoves her to the mat. This draws more cheering from the crowd. The thud on mat catches Payne's attention and he spots Loysell. Rusty rolls out of the ring and limps up the ramp and Payne climbs down from the turnbuckle.] Cliff Anderson:: Rusty wants nothing to do with Alyce Loysell. You'd think she'd finally get the hint after that. [Loysell stands and the tears start to trickle down her cheeks. Rusty doesn't give a damn. Payne slowly stalks up to Loysell until he's standing directly behind her. The crowd is going haywire. Loysell takes a step back and bumps into the Good Doctor's chest and her eyes grow wide with fear!] Cliff Anderson:: These fans are going absolutely BANANA! Fans, that's all the time we have for this week! [Payne lets his belt drop to the canvas as he prepares the MASSIVE RIGHT FOREARM for the Vaginal Claw! Loysell slowly turns as Payne goes for the...] |
