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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:04:07 GMT -6
The Godfather theme begins to play over the PA as the lights dim down to a near candlelight dimness. The crowd erupts into a mixture of boos and cheers as Capaci steps onto the ramp from backstage. He pauses at the top, looking over the ramp and slowly makes his way down to the ring with a smug smile on his face.
Pierce: And here comes the sometimes controversial, but always prepared, Tito Capaci.
Mora: That's MR. Tito Capaci to you, buddy. You better believe that under the leadership of Mr. Lovejoy and Mr. Capaci, that POW New England will make POW Midwest look like training ground!
Capaci gets to the stairs and walks up. He climbs through the ropes and takes a look at the crowd which is still booing and cheering. He pulls a microphone from his jacket pocket and addresses the crowd as his music comes to a close.
Capaci: New England, New England, New England.
The crowd cheers, pleased to be mentioned.
Capaci: You know, I'm a New Englander my self. I was raised in New York and New Jersey. And I know that New Englanders don't accept mediocrity. They don't accept half-ass entertainment. They don't accept anything but the very best. I wouldn't put my reputation on the line in my own neighborhood without knowing that I was putting the best damn product you can imagine in arenas all over New England!
Again, the crowd cheers for this. They've been waiting a long while for some solid wrestling that wasn't crap.
Capaci: So here is my promise, New England. You're in for the best damn wrestling you've seen in the last 3 decades. You are going to see the biggest, strongest, fastest, men in the business. You are going to see guys that can chain wrestle anyone in the industry. How can this be? It's because I'm a damn business and everything I touch turns to the solid gold. We don't dedicate ourselves to one type of wrestling! I know the best way to get ratings in bulk is to pull in a bulk of different type of viewers. You want Puro wrestling? Probably not and that's why all the puro promotions in North America are sitting on empty in the damn safety deposit box. But there is a small, niche market out there and so we'll have a few guys that fit that bill. We'll have power wrestlers, high fliers, technical gurus, luchadors, and yes, the brawlers that spill more blood than a train wreck. Why? Because no matter what kind of wrestling fan you are, we appeal to YOU!
This gets a huge ovation from the audience. Capaci lets the noise simmer down before he pulls the microphone back to his mouth.
Capaci: And let me introduce to you the man that I know is going to make this happen on a daily basis. New England, be damn grateful that you have a man with such experience and such intelligence and creativity about this business leading the next monopoly of great wrestling in this area of the country. New Englanders! I give you....MR. RANDALL LOVEJOY!!!!!
"Loveshack" by the B52's blares over p.a. and the crowd gets to dancing as Mr. Lovejoy bursts through the curtain, he stands atop the entryway and crosses his arms smiling and looking around the arena. Lovejoy then makes his way down the aisle and high fives everyone within reach as he reaches the ringside area, he moves over to the announce table and shakes hands with both Fletcher Pierce as well as Valentine Mora, Mr. Lovejoy then climbs the ring steps and climbs between the ropes and into the ring. He takes the mic from Tito and the crowd gives Tito an ovation as he moves over to exit the ring.
Mr. Lovejoy: Tito thank you very much for that warm introduction and thank you for giving me a chance at doing this job. Everyone Mr. Tito Capaci!!!
The crowd erupts as Tito exits the ring and heads back up the aisle giving a final wave as he goes through the curtain.
Mr. Lovejoy: He's absolutely right folks, I'm here to bring the best possible wrestling to this territory. I'm gonna bring stars here from all corners of the world, and if there's a fast rising star at the south pole, I promise you that i'm gonna head down their and try to sign him on here to New England before the Midwest gobbles him up.
the crowd gives a chuckle
Mr. Lovejoy: Mr. Capaci was also right in that this show, this territory etcetera. This is all for you guys, this isn't about me, this is about the fans and the guys in the back. They're here to bring you the finest wrestling on this planet, and I'm here to moderate and make sure their egos don't cause riots before they're able to come out here and entertain each and every one of you.
the crowd erupts yet again, meanwhile a group of ring attendants pull a table from ringside and work together to get it inside the ring
Mr. Lovejoy: And that's why right here in front of you all, I'm going to set the stage for the evening in front of us and I'm going to draw the competitors for the first Lethal Lottery Match, right here, right now, and in the middle of this very ring.
the crowd erupts again as the ring attendants place the table in the center of the ring, and then they place a golden tumbler down on the table with eight plastic balls resting inside
Mr. Lovejoy: So without further ado, let's get this show on the roa...
Lovejoy is cutoff by the sound of static and snow is shown projector screen as every head in the place turns to the screen
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:04:22 GMT -6
The screen turns black, and for some reason, noises can be heard. Soon, it becomes evident that these "noises," are the moans of a man. The screen begins to flicker, tuning in and out, until finally readjusting into focus. It appears a camcorder was temporarily short-circuited, and has recently begun filming again, live via satellite. There is indeed a man, moaning, inside of a car. Though it's dark, and hard to see exactly what is happening.
As the video becomes clearer, David Hilt is shown, with his head hanging over the back of his seat. And is indeed, moaning. It seems like he might be hurt. He's mumbling incoherently, and it seems obvious that he isn't in a good condition. Maybe something happened to him while being stranded.
"...Oh yeah, Fire's hot. Hot like...some source of heat, that burns when you touch it, and might regularly be used for light during camping trips..."
Fans are clearly not sure what they just heard, and whether or not they should think it's Hilt being delusional. Many begin to really fear for his well-being. His right arm seems to be fidgeting, making people believe that it's his arm that's injured.
"Oh that Lestat chick too...always had a thing for goth girls..."
Now everyone is really confused. No one has any idea exactly what has happened, and what might be going on.
"Whoo, and Shadow too. Who doesn't love the mysterious type of woman..."
Now people seem to be getting the idea...Some fans are appalled, some cover their children's eyes and ears, but some women...some men, watch tentatively.
"Oh..."
He begins to raise his head...
"Ooh..."
One eye opens for a split second...
"O...OH GOD!"
He noticed the camera came on again, and realized people are seeing...this, live. He jumps, and goes to snatch the camera, shaking. He grabs it and he's heard once again...
"UGH, now it's all over the camera!"
And it's shut off.
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:04:38 GMT -6
Mr. Lovejoy stands mid ring staring at the projector screen
Mr. Lovejoy: ......Everyone.....David Hilt, another great talent set to compete here in the New England Territory of POW.
the crowd stays in an awkwad silence but then finally begin clapping and cheering
Mr. Lovejoy: And now for the first drawing of the Lethal Lottery tournament.
the crowd begins to roar again as Mr. Lovejoy stands behind the table and begins to rotate the handle on the tumbler, the crowd waits cheering as Mr. Lovejoy looks out at them while he turns the golden tumbler round and around, he finally stops, unlatches the door and reaches inside pulling out a ball, he pops it open and unfolds the piece of paper inside
Mr. Lovejoy: The first competitor in the Lethal Lottery is.......Eddie Buchalini Jr.!!
the crowd erupts yet again
FP: UWC hall of famer Eddie Buchalini Jr.! What a great first pull!
Mr. Lovejoy begins to rotate the tumbler again, he draws it out a little longer this time and really lets the crowd get into their cheering before finally stopping it and unlatching the door pulling out a second ball, he pops the top off and pulls out the piece of paper, unfolding it quickly, his eyes go wide
Mr. Lovejoy: And his opponent........Nightkiller!!
VM: Oh my goodness, that guy invented the Creepy Crawlers oven I swear.
FP: Quite the compelling matchup Valentine, two very different styles.
VM: Not to mention personalites.
Mr. Lovejoy: A very interesting match indeed ladies and gentlemen. And this is just the first to come. The rest of these drawings will take place in my office. So enjoy your evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure the superstars in the back will not dissapoint you.
"Loveshack" by the B52's blares over the p.a. system and Mr. Lovejoy waves to the crowd as he steps between the ropes and drops to the floor, he heads back up the entryway and heads through the curtain as the scene fades out
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:05:38 GMT -6
Shane Sommers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
Soul on Fire by HIM kicks up on the p.a.
SS: ...and it is a first round match in the Lethal Lottery Tournament, introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds, being accompanied to the ring by the monstrous Jay Mason, Eddie Buchalini JUNIOR!!!
Eddie comes through the curtain tailed by his enormous bodyguard Jay Mason, the two play up to the crowd and then stalk down the aisleway, they reach ringside and Jay takes his place at ringside with his arms folded as Eddie slides into the ring, Eddie peels off his shirt and tosses it to the crowd YOUR BLOOD IS MY VIAGRA! Eddie's head snaps back to the entryway as Black Parade hits the p.a., Nightkiller comes through the curtain with a leadpipe in hand and heads down the aisleway,
SS: And his opponent from apparently nowhere, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, Nightkiller!!!
Nightkiller places the leadpipe in the corner and then slides into the ring, Eddie charges forward and begins stomping on Nightkiller and pounding on his back with forearm shots, Nightkiller gets to his feet and rakes the face of Eddie before pushing him up against the ropes and ripping at his face with his hands
VM: Rearranging the facial features of one Eddie Buchalini Jr.
Nightkiller hits a few knees to the gut before Eddie headbutts him in the face to get him to back off, Nightkiller staggers back and Eddie moves forward and lifts him up and nails him with an inverted atomic drop, Nightkiller turns his back on Eddie holding himself, Eddie grabs him again and this time hits a standard atomic drop, Eddie then hits the ropes behind him and charges forward with a chop block, Nightkiller hits the mat and Eddie jumps on him raining down blows into the face and head of Nightkiller
FP: It's about the only way to deal witha guy like Nightkiller, you've gotta stay on him and pound him flat.
Nightkiller shoves Eddie off again and gets back to his feet, he goes for a big haymaker like punch but Eddie ducks it and hooks him in an inverted DDT, Eddie is back to his feet and he jumps up to the middle rope before leaping off with an elbow right into the collar bone, Eddie gets a quick cover and he hooks both of Nightkillers legs
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
Eddie waits for Nightkiller to get back to his feet and measures him up, Killer gets back up and Eddie charges forward with a swinging neckbreaker, he covers again hooking both legs
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
FP: He just can't seem to keep him down.
VM: The guys driven by violence, it's gonna take more force than that to keep Nightkiller down.
Nightkiller gets back to his feet and Eddie moves forward blasting him a few times with right hands and then boots him in the gut, he then places Killers head between his legs and hooks his arms attempting the E-Drop, but Killer shakes his arms free and then backdrops Eddie over his head, Eddie favors his back as he gets up slowly and Nightkiller reaches down into his pants and pulls out the pepper spray, the referee admonishes Nightkiller not to use it but as Eddie turns around he sprays him dead in the eyes with the pepper spray, Eddie drops down to his knees crying out and rubbing his eyes, the referee calls for the bell and the crowd begins to boo loudly as Nightkiller grabs the leadpipe out of the corner
FP: What the hell is going on in there?
VM: Nightkiller's getting a little overzealous in there.
FP: I believe I heard the bell ring, but why isn't anyone stopping this?
VM: Do you wanna get in there and tell Nightkiller no?
Killer charges forward and blasts Eddie in the gut with the pipe, Eddie doubles over and lies in the fetal position, Nightkiller rears back and brings the lead pipe down again across Eddie's ribs, Jay Mason then climbs up onto the ring apron, and then steps over the top rope, Nightkiller drops down and rolls out of the ring and heads back up the aisleway as Jay stares him down, the referee leans down and converses with Shane Sommers at ringside
SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has disqualified Nightkiller, therefor your winner is Eddie Buchalini Jr.!
Jay Mason helps Eddie to his feet and he is favoring his ribs severely as Jay holds the ropes open, Eddie climbs through the ropes gingerly and drops down to the floor with a pained look on his face, Mason follows him out and helps Eddie to the back as "Soul on Fire" kicks back up on the p.a. as the scene fades to black
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:07:12 GMT -6
scene cuts in to Mr. Lovejoy's office, which isn't an office at all, it is actually the dressing room itself, but Mr. Lovejoy's desk is situated dead center in the middle of the room, the locker room is empty however aside from Mr. Lovejoy himself and the familiar golden tumbler resting on his desk
Mr. Lovejoy: What a fantastic opening contest to this tournament, I can't say that I'm too happy with the result. Noone likes to see a finish like that but regardless Mr. Buchalini is moving on to the second round, and Nightkiller is going to have to control that bloodlust of his. Now, on to the second match.
Mr. Lovejoy begins rotating the tumbler stopping at a few seconds, he reaches in and retrieves a ball, he opens it and reads the paper inside
Mr. Lovejoy: Contestand number one........Jack Greaves!!
Mr. Lovejoy begins rotating the tumbler again as the commentators can be heard
FP: The King of the Hurricanrana, Jack Greaves. We haven't seen anything from Jack just yet, but I'm excited to see what he's capable of.
Mr. Lovejoy: And his opponent...
Lovejoy spins the tumbler yet again, and then stops letting it spin on its own, he watches it for a moment before looking into the camera and bouncing his eyebrows up and down, he stops the tumbler with his hands and opens the door, pulling out the ball and the piece of paper inside
Mr. Lovejoy: (smiling) .........Victor Bloodmoon!!
VM: Ha Ha!, I don't think we're gonna see too many Rana's out of the Rana King on Victor Bloodmoon.
FP: Indeed not. He's gonna have to come up with a serious plan b.
Scene Cuts Out
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:08:20 GMT -6
Shane Sommers: Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome back to the Lethal Lottery tournament at Power On Wrestling: New England's first show, Road to BIG BANG! Now, let's go up to the screen to see who our next competitor is.
Dirty Harry by the Gorillaz plays as he stands in a silhouette while beams of random colored lights flash across the crowd until the part where in the song where they all clap then he spins around and does a sort of bouncing strut with a goofy smile on his face, clapping along with the crowd. He bounces up to the stage, grabs a hold of the rope and sling shots himself onto the mat, crashing into it and ending up in a sprawl before leaping up and doing a “nice guy” pose.
Shane Sommers: And our first competitor. From El Paso, Texas. The crazy guy who weighs in at 175 lbs. Jack...RANA KING GREAVES!
The audience goes wild for the weird little guy as he flashes a couple more Nice Guy poses.
Shane Sommers: And his opponent...
The opening guitar riffs of "Blitzkrieg" by Metallica start up as multicolored lights start flashing "Triple-H" style around the entrance and ring area. Victor Bloodmoon steps out from behind the curtain, stops, and raises his arms in his trademark pose. He slowly walks to the ring, shouting insults at the various audience members in German. He steps up on the apron, then steps over the ropes and into the ring. He raises his arms at the four sides of the ring before standing in the corner with his arms crossed until the match begins.
Shane Sommers: And our second competitor in this match...From Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 320 lbs...he is...THE GERMAN JUGGERNAUT, VICTOR BLOODMOON!
Fletcher Pierce: Well, here we go. Scott Prado refereeing this matchup tonight.
Val Mora: Well, here we go. Jack Greaves dies tonight. Bet he wasn't too thrilled when Bloodmoon came up to be his opponent. But you know, that was back before he found something more interesting.
Jack Greaves wanders aimlessly toward Victor Bloodmoon while looking out into the crowd. He bumps into the big man, who just stands there staring at him. Jack Greaves throws a "sorry" out there and continues wandering around. Rana King stops and turns around to see Victor Bloodmoon still facing him with murder in his eyes. Greaves looks up and reaches out, feeling Victor Bloodmoon's bicep. Greaves mouths a 'wow' but before he can do anything else, Bloodmoon brings a crushing fist down on top of Greaves's head. Rana King collapses before spring back to his feet. He ducks under another blow from Bloodmoon, and another, but the second time, Bloodmoon catches him, picking him up in a bearhug. Rana King, using his newfound height, drives a couple of punches into Bloodmoon's face. Victor, not happy, jumps and falls forward, driving Greaves into the mat.
Val Mora: Oh, OW. That's gonna snap homie there back to his senses.
Fletcher Pierce: Well, sure, but it'll have to wait until Jack Greaves wakes up...
Bloodmoon covers Greaves for the count, but before Scott Prado can even get to one, Greaves heaves an arm out there and snatches up a fistful of ropes. Bloodmoon rolls off of the little guy and hoists himself back to his feet. Rana King slides out of the ring to 'collect' himself before he has Scott Prado keep Bloodmoon at bay while he slides back into the ring. Jack Greaves then ducks around Bloodmoon and drives a well-aimed kick to the back of Bloodmoon's knee. Afterwards, he runs to the ropes and flies off the middle rope back toward Bloodmoon who is now getting back to his feet. Greaves plants Bloodmoon in the face with a dropkick, sending the big man reeling into the ropes. Rana King then rebounds off the ropes opposite of Bloodmoon and performs a basement dropkick to send the man to the mat.
Fletcher Pierce: Jack Greaves with some outstanding small man tactics in this match!
Val Mora: Bloodmoon! Bloodmoon! Bloodmoon!
Fletcher Pierce: You know, we're not supposed to take sides right?
Val Mora: Yeah, whatever.
Jack Greaves hops up onto the top rope and delivers another "Nice Guy" pose to the crowd who pops huge. Victor Bloodmoon angrily gets back to his feet as the Rana King dives backward off the ropes with a moonsault. Victor Bloodmoon catches Greaves on his shoulder and stumbles back for a second. Jack Greaves struggles, but Bloodmoon holds on tight and runs forward toward the turnbuckle and sends Greaves flying off his shoulder with a snake eyes. Rana King bounces off the ropes and back into Bloodmoon who reaches through his legs, grabbing an arm, and then hooks his other arm around Greaves' head. He lifts him up with ease and falls back with a Pumphandle suplex. Jack Greaves crashes on the mat and bounces into the opposite turnbuckle.
Val Mora: Ouchie-wawa...go Bloodmoon!
Fletcher Pierce: Eww, he hit the turnbuckle there with that Pumphandle Suplex.
Victor Bloodmoon walks over to Greaves who is now on his knees and picks him up to his feet. He whips the smaller man into one of the adjacent turnbuckles and follows him in closely with a hard lariat. Bloodmoon then whips Greaves into the fourth turnbuckle and then, with a running start, drives Das Boot up into Greaves' face. Greaves crumples into the corner while Bloodmoon raises his arms into the air. The audience boos at Bloodmoon while he taunts the crowd. Greaves slowly gets to his feet, and then, with a flash, hops up onto the top rope. He waits for Bloodmoon to turn around, and then with everything he's got left, flies off the top toward Bloodmoon and wraps his legs around Bloodmoon's head. He falls back for one of his hurricanranas, but Bloodmoon pulls him back up. Greaves falls back, trying for the maneuver once more, but Bloodmoon insists that he come back up. Bloodmoon falls forward and drives Greaves into the mat once more.
Fletcher Pierce: Rana King there tries to give us a demonstration of why he's got that name, but Victor Bloodmoon is just too strong, and still too fresh.
Val Mora: The German Juggernaut shows us why he got THAT name.
Fletcher Pierce: You mocking me?
Val Mora: Yep.
Victor Bloodmoon stands back up and points one of his massive fingers to the sky. The audience boos once more because they know what is coming. Bloodmoon, in one swift motion, picks Greaves up from the mat and into a stalling vertical hold. Victor Bloodmoon falls forward, driving Greaves' into the mat with his Bloodmoon Rising. Scott Prado goes down for the count.
1...
2...
3!!!
FP: Very impressive indeed Val. Bloodmoon took Jack Greaves apart in there. He was just too big, too strong, and too focused in there.
VM: Not to mention Jack was bouncing around in there like some kind of moron, if you don't keep your eyes on the prize, it's gonna slip right through your hands.
"Blitzkrieg" fires back up and Victor stares down at Jack before heading between the ropes and to the arena floor
SS: Here is your winner, the German Juggernaut, Victor BLOODMOOOON!!!
Victor heads back up the aisle way with his hands raised in victory as the crowd boos the whole way, he heads through the curtain and the scene fades to black
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:08:43 GMT -6
scene cuts back to Mr. Lovejoy's desk where he is seated in front of the golden tumbler talking on the phone
Mr. Lovejoy: Well, I certainly look forward to having him here. Oh i'll have something for him this coming week. Okay....no thank you...bye bye. Fans I've got big news, it seems that POW: New England has aquired the contract of a big time Japanese star by the name of Takeshi Tanahashi! I'm very excited to be bringing some international flavor to the territory, and I think he'll be a great addition to this place. And next Sunday night at the next Road to Big Bang! This superstar will make his debut against POW: NE newcomer DC Zane. Zane will have a tough challenge ahead of him to take on someone with the reputation of Takeshi. On top of that we're gonna have a huge tag match, I don't want Jack Greaves losing any steam despite his loss against Victor Bloodmoon just a few moments ago. So next sunday he will team with newcomer David Hilt and they will take on the team of Phillip Owen Weiss and the newly aquired Orge Lambert who made a hell of an impression earlier this week in the midwest. Nightkiller will also be in action. And of course we will have the second round of the Lethal Lottery Tournament. Victor Bloodmoon and Eddie Buchalini Jr. have already claimed their spots. And in just a few moments we're going to see who claims the last two spots. New England has started with a hell of a bang, and we're going to keep it rolling along. So lets' get back to the action, but first, our Lee Cash is gonna try to get a word with Mick Cormac.
scene cuts out
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:09:41 GMT -6
In front of a background of POW New England, Lee Cash stands with Mick Cormac decked out with his classic in ring gear and sunglasses before his match. The crowd starts to boo and catcall at the megatron screen.
Cash: Here I am with one of the contenders for the Lethal Lottery Tournament whose decided to say a few words before his match, The Irish Brawler, MICK CORMAC!
Cormac: Let me tell you something Lee Cash my opponent my be unknown to me but all I can say about that is that it doesn’t matter who it is cause they’re stepping in with a true a fighter and the future champion of POW New England.
Cash: You seem quite confident in your chances in this new promotion. I’m guessing you have been training religiously for this match?
Cormac (laughs loudly): The only thing I’ve had to do religiously is drink, smoke and sin. I mean no matter who they can put in front of me they’ll get beat into a bloody pulp. Why do you think Lovejoy brought me here? Cause he knows that I am the only one who take the belt and this company to the top. The top of brutality! The top of the wrestling business and the top of the world!!!!!!
Cash: A lot of fans would have to disa…
Cormac: That I should be champ? And you take the opinion of these Balitmoronic idiots seriously? The three best things that ever happened in Baltimore was Babe Ruth being born here and he got out as soon as possible and Cal Ripkin Jr because he did something that none of these bums can do and that’s keep their jobs and stay off of crack and welfare.
Cash: And the third?
Cormac: Me coming here and gracing their city of retards and abortions that got away with my presence and talent. Now if you excuse me Mr. Cash I have a man to beat.
(Mick turns away and heads to the ring)
Cash: And there you have it folks Mick Cormac, The Irish Brawler.
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:10:02 GMT -6
scene cuts back to Mr. Lovejoys "office"
Mr. Lovejoy: I don't think there's need for any delay so here we go.
Mr. Lovejoy begins turning the handle again, the light catching on the golden tumbler makes it glint in the camera from time to time, Mr. Lovejoy stops spinning and unlatches the door opening, he reaches inside and grabs a ball, he opens it and takes out the paper, he onfolds it and reads
Mr. Lovejoy: Buddy "Love" Johansson!!
the commentators voices are heard over the video
FP: The young man with the boxing background straight out of New Orleans, Louisiana.
VM: You forgot to mention that he's a fall down drunk.
FP: We haven't seen anything out of him to suggest that, that's purely speculation!
Mr. Lovejoy: And his opponent will be...
Mr. Lovejoy begins to rotate the tumbler yet again, he stops quickly this time and opens the door pulling the piece of paper from the small plastic ball and reads
Mr. Lovejoy: None other than Mick Cormac!!
VM: Great, the other drunkard, maybe we should skip the wrestling match and have a drinking contest. How about everytime these ingrates out here in the crowd say something stupid, you take a shot. Hell even i could ref that one.
scene cuts out
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:10:39 GMT -6
Buddy Love struts to the ring, tossing Mardi Gras Beads into the crowd, giving high-fives and hitting on the women at ringside. Steps into the ring, tosses his hat to the crowd, and does a few dance moves in the ring.
Shane Sommers: And introducing our first competitor. The slim jiggy daddy himself, Buddy LOVE Johanssen!
The crowd pops for Buddy Love as he continues showing off his stuff. Before he can do anything else, Mick Cormac steps out on the stage as Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy kicks up over the PA. Mick Cormac raises his bat into the air as he walks down the entrance ramp. The fans boo him and throw empty cups and whatnot in his general direction. Mick Cormac shrugs these things off as he slides into the ring. Cormac gives his bat off to Scott Prado and then turns and squares off with Buddy Love Johanssen.
Shane Sommers: And his opponent, From Cork, Ireland and weighing in at 280 lbs...he is MICK CORMAC!
Valentine Mora: Looks like our resident drunk is gonna match up with our imported drunk tonight!
Fletcher Pierce: Haha, nice one. Let's see what these guys have in store for us.
Mick Cormac walks straight at Buddy Love and pushes him hard into the ropes. Buddy Love grabs on to the ropes. Buddy Love runs and ducks under a hard right from Cormac before rebounding off the opposite ropes. He gets airborne and drives a hard right with some force behind into Mick's neck. Mick Cormac gasps for air and drops down to a knee. Buddy Love grips the back of Cormac's head and drives a couple of knees into Cormac's face. After the last one Buddy lets go and Cormac flops to the mat. Buddy Love then bounces off the ropes again and with some more air, pops Cormac a good one with a fist drop. Love goes to mount Cormac and continue the rain of fists, but Cormac reaches up and grasps onto Love's face. He stands up and ploughs Buddy Love down into the mat with an over exuberant pie face. Cormac then mounts the stunned man and starts dropping fists from on high.
Valentine Mora: Looks like Cormac's a bit more versed in the ways of Irish Boxing...
Fletcher Pierce: That and he's got about 1000 pounds on Buddy Love.
Valentine Mora: Oh, Scott Prado there getting Cormac off of Buddy Love...Ding Ding! Round Two!
Scott Prado finally manages to get Cormac off of Buddy Love Johanssen. Buddy Love rolls over gripping his face. Cormac smirks as Buddy Love gets back to his feet. Cormac raises his hands and starts moving toward his opponent. Buddy Love is still grabbing his face when Cormac snatches a fistful of mardi gras beads with his left hand and starts pummeling Buddy Love with rights, pushing him back into the corner. Mick Cormac pulls the beads off of Buddy Love and puts them around his own neck. he then continues his assault in the corner. Cormac finally slows down the punches and grasps Buddy Love around the torso, flipping him backward with a suplex. Buddy Love scrambles out of the ring and looks down at his hands, which have blood dripping on them from his nose which is bleeding freely.
Fletcher Pierce: Whoa, Cormac drawing blood from Buddy Love there. No weapons, no nothing but an unrelenting assault!
Mick Cormac follows Buddy Love outside of the ring, but Buddy gets back in the ring in a flash. Cormac slides back into the ring and is met by a boot from Buddy Love. Cormac lets it hit him, then he grabs onto it and flings Buddy back down to the mat. Cormac raises to his feet and ducks under a punch from Buddy who had gotten up. Buddy Love spins around and connects with a New Orleans Hammer to the face of Cormac who thought he'd gotten by unscathed. Buddy Love follows up with a couple of hard lefts before connecting with a right hook. Cormac staggers back and Buddy Love keeps the pressure coming. Finally, Mick Cormac pushes Buddy off of him and then whips him into the ropes. Cormac smiles and catches a running Buddy Love with a Fish and Chips, pulling him down to the mat.
Val Mora: OW! That can't be legal...
Mick Cormac, still holding onto the move, lifts Buddy Love back to his feet. With the Fish and Chips still locked in, Mick picks up Buddy Love off the mat and drives his back over his knee. Buddy Love bends sickeningly back before flopping down to the mat. Mick Cormac mounts Buddy once more and continues bloodying up his face. Finally, Mick Cormac covers Love for the pin.
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Buddy Love barely kicks out from under the weight of Mick Cormac. He rolls away as Mick Cormac rises to his knees, arguing with Scott Prado about a slow count. Scott Prado puts Cormac in his place as the audience boos. Buddy Love staggers into the corner, wiping blood from his face and turns dizzily around.
Fletcher Pierce: Looks like Love has lost quite a bit of blood there tonight. He's having a hard time standing up straight!
Buddy Love turns around and around, looking for Mick Cormac and when he finally sees him, he marches forward, fists raised. He ducks clumsily under a jab from Cormac and comes back with a couple of body shots to the big man. Cormac brushes them off and tries to hit Buddy Love with another blast. Buddy Love rolls with the blow and connects with an uppercut to Cormac who falls back. Buddy Love goes for a wild cross and misses, spinning around. Cormac seizes the opportunity and leaps forward, dragging Buddy Love's head down with him in a Bulldog. Mick Cormac, grabbing onto the top of Buddy Love's head like a bowling ball, picks him up and hard tosses him into the corner turnbuckle. Cormac jumps up onto the second rope, and gripping the top rope with his hands, starts delivering hard knees to Buddy Love. Cormac pauses for a minute to hear the fans booing him incessantly. He flips off the crowd before resuming his punishment. Buddy Love finally manages to cover up for one of the strikes and then pushes Mick Cormac off of him, sending him crashing onto his back. Buddy Love manages to lift himself up onto the top rope. He tries to steady himself, but has a bit of trouble from the blood loss.
Fletcher Pierce: Looks like we may see some boobies flashed tonight. If Buddy Love can get his bearings.
Val Mora: Boobies? WHERE??? *looks around*
Fletcher Pierce: It's the move Val.
Val Mora: *disappointed* Oh...
Mick Cormac gets himself back to his feet, shaking the kinks out from the hard landing he had. He gets himself turned around, and Buddy Love, deciding that it's not a good idea, hops down from the top. He then charges forward and hops into Mick Cormac's back. He locks in a full nelson, but before he can do anything, Cormac reaches back and grabs both of Buddy's arms, lifting him up in a crucifix position. With an almighty grunt, Cormac flips Buddy Love over the top of his head and drives him down into the mat. He holds onto the legs for the pin.
Fletcher Pierce: IRISH CAR BOMB!!! WOW! I've never seen one of those in action before!
1...
2...
3!!! IT'S OVER!
the bell rings and Scott Prado raises Micks hand in victory, as Barroom Hero blares over the p.a. a second time
SS: Here is your winner...Mick...Cormac!!!
Mick grabs his bat from the ringside attendant and and puts it over his shoulder as he makes his way back up the entryway and the scene fades to black
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:11:41 GMT -6
scene cuts back to Mr. Lovejoy's desk, he reaches into the tumbler and grabs the final two balls, he pops the top off of one and throws it aside as he reads the name on the paper
Mr. Lovejoy: As we all know, there are only two names left, and anyone who's keeping track out there should know who they are. First off, we've got...Enrique Alvarez. And his opponent...
Mr. Lovejoy looks at the other ball in his opposite hand and then tosses it back in the tumbler. He then reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a ninth ball
Mr. Lovejoy: ...should have been Dan Real. But Mr. Real couldn't be here tonight, so I've got a special mystery opponent for one Enrique Alvarez.
the camera pulls away as Mr. Lovejoy looks into it with a smirk and the scene fades to black
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:12:01 GMT -6
back in the arena Enrique Alvarez is heading down the entryway as "Death Knell for Paper Children" plays over the p.a., he seems to be shrugging his shoulders in confusion
FP: Enrique is not looking too confident out there.
VM: He's gotta be frustrated Fletch, he's had a while to think about Dan Real, because he had to know that Dan Real was the only one left other than himself, and now Mr. Lovejoy has thrown a monkey wrench into that particular machine.
Toro Verde slides under the bottom rope and poses on the middle turnbuckle before hopping down and removing his vest and dropping it off to Dr. Vertigo at ringside
Shane Sommers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the last match in the first round of the Lethal Lottery Tournament! Introducing first, from Monterrey, Mexico weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is "Toro Verde" Enrique Albarez!!!
Enrique poses again as the arena goes quiet awaiting the entrance of Toro's mystery partner "Sparks" by the Who kicks up over the p.a. and all eyes move to the entryway as JR Zevon steps through the curtain, Zevon is all fired up as he makes his way down the entryway
SS: And his opponent, from Athens, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, JR Zevon!!!
Zevon makes his way down and walks up the steps, he walks across the apron and wipes his feet off before stepping between the ropes and into the ring
FP: A virtual unknown here in JR Zevon, should be a task and a half for Toro Verde.
Zevon and Toro stand opposite each other as Jay Grooms calls for the bell, the two step forward and lock up, Toro grabs an arm wrench quickly but Zevon is on the move as he slaps Toro's hand away and turns it into his own arm wrench, he then goes behind into a hammerlock, Zevon then moves forward and transitions into a side headlock before swinging around and locking in a front facelock and then switching back to the headlock with his opposite arm, Zevon wrenches on the headlock before spinning back around grabbing the arm and trapping him in a hammerlock again wrenching up on Toro's arm, Zevon then drops down and trips Toro down by his ankles, Toro goes down face first to the mat and Zevon jumps on his back and wrenches in the hammerlock yet again
FP: Zevon is wrestling circles around Toro Verde in there.
VM: Hard to be a quickster and hit all of those high flying moves when you're flat on your face with your own hand touching the back of your neck.
Toro pushes up with his opposite arm and gets to his knees, he then sits out and stands up with Zevon still holding tightly onto the hammerlock, Toro reaches back and locks onto Zevons head with his free arm, he then leaps up and lays out before dropping back down and snapmaring Zevon to the mat breaking the hold, Zevon hits and rebounds getting back to his feet, Toro then charges forward and hits a high standing dropkick sending Zevon down onto his rear, Toro is up quick as a flash and hits the ropes opposite Zevon before hitting a basement dropkick to Zevons face, Toro advances on Zevon who scoots backwards under the ropes and tells the ref to back Toro off, Jay Grooms backs Toro up as the crowd boos Zevon for the break in the action
FP: Zevon got a little spooked in there and now he's looking for a time out.
VM: He wasn't ready for all of that kicking and flipping around, he's gotta get time to settle down.
Zevon gets back up and then locks up with Toro again, Toro grabs an arm wrench yet again he then goes behind into the hammerlock yet again, Zevon tries to elbow his way out of it but Toro keeps moving his head back, Zevon then tries to reach between his legs to grab Toros leg, finally Zevon throws his free arm back over Toros arm, and then drops down and then tosses him over with a firemans carry, Zevon then grabs onto an arm wrench of his own again, Toro works his way back to his feet, he sets his feet and then rolls through and lays on his back before kipping up and twisting out of the hold and locking on to another arm wrench, however Zevon reaches over and rakes his eyes, Toro backs up against the ropes, Zevon moves in and hits a hard european uppercut, before whipping him across to the other side, Toro slides under the bottom rope and swings around before standing quickly up on the apron, Zevon looks at him in amazement before charging forward but Toro ducks down and hits a shoulder blow to the midsection between the ropes, Zevon doubles over and Toro slingshots and flips over the top rope and lands on his feet behind Zevon, he then runs and hits the ropes and charges at Zevon who turns around lifts Toro up and drops him throat first across the top rope with a stun gun
FP: These two guys are putting on a show in there!
VM: I'm having a problem keeping up with these two.
Toro gets to his feet clutching at his throat and Zevon throws a couple of forearm shivers into Toro's face before cinching him up and slamming him down with a snap suplex, Zevon is up and he hits the ropes before coming off with a rolling knee drop across Toro's face, Toro sits up clutching at his face as Zevon gets up and moves behind Toro nailing him with a rolling neck slap, Toro's face practically hits the mat he gets bent down so far and Toro is laid out as Zevon makes the cover and Jay Grooms makes the count
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO KICKOUT!
FP: Great series of moves there from Zevon and he's not letting Toro breathe in there.
Zevon drags Toro up by his mask and whips him off the ropes, Zevon goes for a knife edge chop, but Toro ducks it and grabs Zevons other arm swinging him around and whipping him off the opposite side and hits a quick arm drag as Zevon comes back, Zevon is back up and gets taken down quickly with another arm drag, Zevon gets up again and ducks out of the way as Toro attempts his Two Step step up enziguri, Toro hits the mat face down, and Zevon attempts an elbow drop to Toro's back, but Toro rolls out of the way and hops up, he rolls over on top of Zevon and they lock arms and bridge up, Toro turns them both around and Zevon catches him out of nowhere with an armbar takedown, Zevon jumps up and leans down holding Toro's arm down before jumping up and posting before coming down and driving his knee into the shoulder joint of Toro Verde, he jumps up and nails a second blow before rolling Toro over and locking in a top wrist lock and covering him, Jay Grooms makes the count again
ONE...
TWO...
SHOULDER UP!
Toro manages to get his free shoulder up, Zevon pulls Toro up by his injured arm but Toro acts quickly by cartwheeling over and breaking the hold before hitting a few forearms to the face, Toro backs up and hits the ropes, he charges forward and snaps off a quick headscissor takedown, Zevon gets up as quickly as he can as Toro hits the ropes again, he charges ahead to Zevon who sidesteps him and kicks him in the back of the knees which sends Toro airborn driving both of his feet right into the chest of referee Jay Grooms
VM: Ref Down, Ref Down! I've been pretty much speechless throughout this match due to the back and forth action, but this is gonna make things very interesting.
Zevon is distracted by the downed ref as Toro runs up and hits a step up enziguri, Zevon hits the mat, and Toro signals for the end, but the crowds attention turns to the entryway as Nightkiller steps through the curtain and runs down the aisle with a claw hammer in hand, he holds it by the head and slides under the bottom rope, Nightkiller stands and waits as Toro turns around and Nightkiller nails him with the hammer right to the skull, Toro drops like a ton of bricks and Dr. Vertigo is beside himself at ringside, but he doesn't make a move as Nightkiller looks over at him and then back down at Toro Verde
FP: What the hell is he doing out here, he already got himself disqualified and now he's gotta come out here and ruin this match too!
VM: Hey hey Fletcher, Nightkiller is trying to make his mark here in New England, he just so happened to have made it right in Toro Verde's head.
Nightkiller bails out of the ring and hops the guard rail before returning back to the lockerroom as the fans part like the red sea in order to stay out of the mad mans way, meanwhile Jay Grooms is beginning to stir holding his chest as JR Zevon looks down at the prone Toro Verde, he then lifts Toro up by the mask and then hooks him up in a suplex before lifting him up and nailing the Dramatic Zeffect his version of the Brainbuster, Zevon floats over into the cover and grinds his forearm down across Toro's face as Jay Grooms makes the count
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
FP: Ah, this is bullcrap, Nightkiller cost Toro Verde this match hands down.
VM: But I give it up to JR Zevon for being an opportunistic fellow.
the bell rings and JR Zevon bows out of the ring and to the arena floor, he leans up against the guard rail apparently out of breath and looking into the ring at his fallen opponent
SS: Here is your winner, JR Zevon!!!
FP: Zevon is the final qualifyer into the second round!
VM: And what a field it is, Zevon, Cormac, Bloodmoon, and the injured Eddie Buchalini Jr.
Zevon heads up the aisle way breathing hard as the scene fades to black
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Post by randalllovejoy on Apr 7, 2007 9:13:34 GMT -6
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
Shane Sommers stands mid ring yet again holding his microphone
SS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first...
"Out to get Me" by Guns N Roses kicks up over the p.a., the crowd gives a huge ovation to Big Cias he strolls through the curtain clad in blue tights and a Four Horsemen T-shirt
SS: From Charlotte North Carolina, weighing in at Two Hundred and Sevety Eight pounds, he is a member of the Four Horsemen: XE, BIIIG CIIIIII!!!
the crowd roars again as his name is announced and Big Ci heads down the entryway giving high fives to everyone within reach, he takes a lap around the ringside area and then hops up onto the ring apron before stepping between the ropes
SS: And his opponent...
"YYZ" by Rush replaces the GNR tune and the crowd begins to boo and catcall mightily as Flying Diamond Cutter Man steps through the curtain flanked by four of his Flying Diamond Cutter Girls
SS: From Jersey City, weighing in at Two Hundred and Thrity Pounds, he is being led to the ring by the Flying Diamond Cutter Girls, FLYIIIING DIAMOND CUTTER MAAAAAN!!!
FDCM and the girls stroll down the entryway and a rogue flying cup hits one of the Girls as beer splashes all over her FDCM turns and laughs before continuing down the aisle, he passes the announcers table and hops up onto the apron, the girls file in at ring side and take poistion at each of the four sides, FDCM steps between the ropes and puts the Diamond Cutter sign up in the air before bringing it down
FP: And here we go folks, this night has delivered in every way that it could up to this point and now we've got the main event. Two stars from the Mid West lock horns right here in Glen Burnie. This one is gonna be good.
VM: It'll only be good when FDCM puts this horsemen trash down with one of those fabulous Diamond Cutters of his, and we can put the kabosh on this night.
FP: Unlike my colleague beside me folks, I think this is gonna be a fantastic contest between these two, and a hell of a way to cap off our first night on the air.
VM: Forever the suck up huh Fletch.
FP: Call it what you will partner, call it what you will. But there IS a reason why I make more money than you do.
VM: You make more money than me...
FP: Let's get on with the action.
FDCM stares Ci down and raises the Diamond sign into the air again before turning it upside down and screaming *BANG!* he then stares at Ci yet again who holds up the Horsemen's trademark four finger sign before turning it into the CI sign with his hands, FDCM waves him off and then steps up onto the middle rope flashing the Diamond Cutter sign again and once again proclaiming *BANG!* the crowd boos him mightily and FDCM just stands there basking in it. FDCM hops back down and turns to Ci, who is clapping sarcastically at the response he got. FDCM gestures toward Ci to give it a try and Ci shrugs his shoulders before turning and hopping up on the ropes and flashing his CI sign, the crowd gives him a nice ovation as FDCM waves him off before running up and clubbing him across the back
VM: He played right into FDCM's trap, what a buffoon.
Ci drops down back to the mat and FDCM begins to blast him in the ribs with right hands, Ci throws an elbow back into DCM's jaw who counters by grabbing a handful of his hair and ramming him into the turnbuckle, FDCM turns him around and whips him hard to the opposite side buckles, Ci rebounds out of the corner holding his back, and FDCM closes the distance only to be cut off by a quick boot to the gut from Ci, FDCM doubles over and Ci delivers a few stiff rights to the jaw before hitting a hard european uppercutt dropping him to the mat
FP: No finesse in this one sports fans, just a fight up to this point.
VM: And I'd have it no other way Fletch, these guys are duking it out for the entertainment of you, me and these chimps out here in the crowd tonight.
Ci grabs a leg and FDCM struggles before rolling over to his stomach and pushing himself up bringing his free leg down across the back of his trapped leg pulling Ci down nearer to him, Ci breaks the hold and FDCM grabs ahold of his head, he jumps up and attempts a diamond cutter but Ci drops down to the mat and rolls out to the floor
FP: Wow!, just like that this one was almost over.
VM: Damn, I thought we were gonna see it!
Ci has his hands on his hips as he takes a breather on the floor, meanwhile in the ring FDCM makes the inch mark with his thumb and forefinger before stating *THIS CLOSE* meanwhile referee George Chip continues counting
THREE...
FOUR...
FIVE...
Ci hops up onto the apron and stares FDCM down as he steps between the ropes, Ci charges ahead and shoulder tackles FDCM down, Ci changes direction and hits the opposite ropes and FDCM rolls over and Ci hops over him, FDCM gets up and Ci returns and ducks a clothesline moving to the other side of FDCM and hooking his arms in a backslide, FDCM shrugs one of the arms off and spins across Ci's back before locking his head again and again Ci shrugs FDCM off and dropping down rolling out to the floor, Ci kicks the ring steps and takes a lap around the ring again as FDCM laughs hysterically in the ring
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FP: We all know that the Diamond Cutter is FDCM's favorite hold and we knew that he would have multiple ways to apply it, but this is ridiculous.
VM: But don't think for a minute that that's his only move Fletcher.
FP: I hadn't thought that at all, Ci needs to get his wits about him if he's gonna get out of this one.
Ci steps up onto the apron and steps between the ropes but FDCM runs up and kicks the ropes right into Ci's crotch, Ci practically falls through the ropes holding himself and FDCM picks him up and drags his face across the top rope, FDCM lets him go and Ci stumbles around blinded, FDCM locks in a headlock and then gives him a quick shot between the eyes dropping him to the mat, FDCM then lines him up and nails a fist drop before making the cover, George Chip makes the count
ONE...
TWO...
Ci kicks out, and sits up, FDCM postitions himself behind the big man and drops down with an elbow jab right into the collarbone before sinching in a sleeper hold, Ci fights it and does his best to stay awake, pushing his hands in between FDCM's arm to make sure he's getting oxygen, FDCM puts more of his weight down onto CI and tries to cut off his air, Ci then stands up with a rush of energy and desperation and FDCM is hanging from his back as he charges forward toward the turnbuckle turns around and squashes FDCM into the corner, Ci turns and rains down a few right hands into FDCM before grabbing his arm and whipping hard into the opposite corner, FDCM hits and bounces out and Big Ci charges forward and hits a big shoulder tackle knocking FDCM down to the mat
FP: I gotta say, Ci has been on the defensive for most of this contest thus far, and he needs to keep this offensive flurry up.
VM: Ci can use whatever moves, and whatever tactics he likes, it doesn't change the fact that the Real World Champion is going to beat him, and he's probably gonna do it with one of those awesome cutters of his.
FP: I just don't understand why you've gotta root for all of the guys with the nastiest attitudes.
VM: Meh, I just relate to them more.
FP: I can see why.
Ci runs up and hits a leg drop across FDCM's face, FDCM rolls over and Ci grabs his leg and puts it in a position he wants before locking in the Deadlock, wrenching on the leg, neck and arm of FDCM he begins crying out in pain as George Chip gets in close to see if he wants to give it up, FDCM refuses to give it up and begins trying to struggle toward the ropes which are very near, but with so many body parts tied up at once, he's not getting very far
FP: The "Real World Champion" is in a real predicament here, Ci's got him lock in a sailors knot submission hold that he calls the Deadlock in there. And it doesn't appear that there's any easy way out of this one.
VM: That's where you're wrong Fletch. When you're the Real World Champion you've always got a contingency plan, and by the looks of that Flying Diamond Cutter Girl getting up onto the apron, it looks like that plan is going into effect now.
The girl gets up on the apron and begins shouting at referee George Chip, Chip gets to his feet and begins to plead with the young lady that she needs to keep her place on the floor and not on the ring apron, meanwhile Big Ci looks up at Chip and shakes his head in disbelief. Ci releases the hold and gets up moving Chip out of the way, he grabs the girl by her underarms and lifts her like a child before leaning down and placing her back on the floor, in the meantime FDCM has risen to his feet and is waiting for Ci to turn around, the crowd plead with CI to get out of the way as he continues to berate the girl at ringside, Ci finally turns and FDCM locks in the Cutter again, this time he runs forward, but Ci catches him as he jumps and crotches him on the middle turnbuckle
FP: Whoa ho ho.
VM: Isn't that illegal or something, come on Chip call for the bell!
FP: How can Ci help it if his momentum crotched him like that.
VM: Aw bullcrap Pierce, you're pretty cynical yourself when you wanna be.
FDCM just sits on the middle turnbuckle with his eyes wide and his mouth in a tight O, Ci stalks up behind and grabs FDCM by the back of his hair, he then pulls down and drives FDCM back first across his knee, Ci covers and George Chip makes the count
ONE...
TWO...
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
VM: It's a good thing they were right there in the corner.
FP: I gotta believe that would have done it otherwise.
Ci gets to his feet and waits for FDCM to back to his feet, he does slowly and is clutching at the small of his back while hunched over, Ci runs forward and hits a million dollar knee lift the audience oohs and ahs at the sound of the flesh on flesh smack that the move causes, FDCM turns his back on CI dazed and Ci takes the advantage and drives him to the mat with a half nelson suplex dropping him right on the back of his head, by some unknown force FDCM hits the mat and rolls through right back on his feet, his eyes fluttering as he leans back against the ropes, Ci follows after him and hits a hard european uppercut bowing the ropes back even further, he then whips him off the opposite ropes and hits a huge spinebuster when he returns, Ci makes the cover, Chip counts
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO KICKOUT!
Ci is in disbelief and so is the crowd as FDCM rolls over onto his stomach and presses his fists into the ground trying his best to stand up, Ci meanwhile has positioned himself some distance away and is motioning for FDCM to get back to his feet, the Real World Champion finally gets his feet under him and he turns around slowly as Big Ci charges forward and turns him inside out with a Clothesline from Hell, FDCM lays unmoving as Ci drops down and makes a very non chalant cover
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...NO!, FDCM GETS DRAGGED OUT OF THE RING BY THE FLYING DIAMOND CUTTER GIRLS!
the girls drag FDCM out of the ring and he cowers behind all four of them as they make a wall to protect him, Ci is fuming now as he drops down and rolls out of the ring confronting the four gals protecting FDCM, he uses his arms and parts them like the red sea grabbing FDCM by his hair and dragging him to his feet, he drags FDCM over and slams his head on the announcers table at ringside
FP: Damn! Right out here in front of us Val.
VM: Get him back in the ring Ci you coward!
FP: Coward?, and who was hiding behind an entourage of woman just moments ago?
Ci then turns FDCM back around and rolls him into the ring, Ci gives his Big Ci sign once again and the crowd erupts as he drags FDCM to his feet and hooks him up in the butterfly position
FP: He's going for the Ci De Gras here Val!
Ci lifts FDCM up and spins him around but FDCM kicks his legs and comes down on his feet, he loosens one of his arms and grabs Ci's wrist, he then spins out of Ci's grasp and attempts a Diamond Cutter again, Ci pushes him off the far side ropes and FDCM hits and rebounds attempting a clothesline on the return, Ci ducks it and reaches up hooking FDCM's arms for a backslide, but one arm slips free and FDCM rolls across Ci's back and hits a Diamond Cutter out of nowhere!
VM: He got it! He got it! He got it!
FP: What a fantastic counter from Flying Diamond Cutter Man!
FDCM lays prone as well as Big Ci, he rolls over and crawls toward his opponent before dropping down and laying his arm across Ci's chest
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
FP: And this one is over folks!
George Chip calls for the bell, and Shane Sommers grabs his microphone at ringside
SS: Here is your winner, the self proclaimed Real World Champion, Flying Diamond Cutter Man!!!
FDCM hasn't moved yet as his name is announced, and getting impatient the girls reach in and drag him back out under the bottom rope, the all assist him in walking back up the rampway as "YYZ" kicks up over the p.a. again, Ci gets into a seated position in the ring and watches as the girls practically carry FDCM up the ramp and back through the curtain
FP: You've gotta give it to Big Ci, he had Flying Diamond Cutter Man beat on several occasions, but too much interference or too much perserverance stopped him from putting him away.
VM: I told you the Real World Champion would do it, and I told you he'd do it with one of those fabulous cutters. And now he's off to put Rich Morrison down at Spring Breakage
the crowd give Big Ci a huge standing O as he gets to his feet and exits the ring, he high fives some people on his way up the ramp and when he reaches the top he turns and waves to them again as he heads through the curtain
FP: Well that remains to be seen partner, but regardless. It's been one hell of a night folks, four man advance in the lethal lottery tournament, and a fantastic main event between two awesome competitors. It's gonna be hard to top this one wrestling fans, but we're gonna try our damndest next week when we bring the next Road to Big Bang! Good night everyone!
the camera focuses on the crowd who are still buzzing with excitement as the scene fades to black
-End of Show-
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