(The camera fades in, and we are underwater. As the camera travels
through the serenely blue flow of liquid, an unidentified pair of legs
can be seen kicking frantically. To achieve a better look, the camera
emerges from underneath the waters, to find a nameless individual
swimming against the tide, towards a large wooden structure. The
camera pans upwards, taking in the scope of this enormous boat, which
can only be described as an ARK!)
IN A MATCH OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS...
(As the camera zooms in on the Ark, it becomes clear that a raging
brawl is taking place on the surface of the water craft. A second
unidentified body is thrown overboard by a pair of muscled individuals,
before a splash of helplessness is heard below.)
ONLY ONE BLESSED INDIVIDUAL CAN SURVIVE...
(Suddenly, a large area of the water begins bubbling, as a second water
vehicle rises up from below ... a submarine! The hatch on top of the
submarine is thrown open, and emerging from the open hole is none other
than the DCWL Grand Champion, Jack Ketch!)
BUT WILL THE SURVIVOR BE TRULY BLESSED...
(Ketch makes a throat-cutting motion with his hand and thumb, as a
missile fires from the submarine, headed straight for the Ark!)
... OR DOOMED???
~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~
SUPERCARD EXTRAVAGANZA
DCWL : ARK OF APOCALYPSE
April 26th, 2003
~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~
*!BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!*
*!BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
*!KA-POOOOOOOW-EEEEE!*
(The DCWL cameras begin spinning all around the arena, as fireworks are
exploding everywhere, driving the already psyched fans into a wild
frenzy! The DCWL Arena is packed full, with even more fans than has
ever been seen at a DCWL event. Signs are aplenty; reading "WE WANT
HANGMAN!", "MANNING CAN HAVE MY MONKEY!", "DANDELION IS DANDY", and
"GOD BLESS THE IDP." Fireworks are exploding above the ring and
sparklers are shooting from the ringposts.)
RICH MANNING: "WELCOME, DCWL FANS, TO THE MOST ANTICIPATED NIGHT TO
DATE IN DCWL'S HISTORY! Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME TO ARK OF
APOOOOOOOOCALYPSE!"
(The fans are erupting in cheers as the camera zooms out to find Rich
Manning, dressed in a tuxedo, seated alongside Hollywood Panzerotti,
considerably underdressed for the occassion, in a neon yellow pleather
coat and pants, with no shirt underneath, allowing plenty of bushy
chest hair to breathe freely. The camera comes to rest on the two.)
HP: "You know, Manning, I'm never gonna get as excited as you are
right now, unless the DCWL takes its show on a damn tour of strip
clubs! HA HAAA!"
RM: "Folks, it's a night like no other! The biggest match in DCWL
history takes place tonight ... the 30-competitor APOCALYPSE MATCH!
Fifteen of the DCWL's very best have chosen partners from any walk of
life to join them in this match! Absolutely anyone could show up as a
mystery partner!"
HP: "Ol' Panzerotti would choose Jenna Jameson has his partner ... and
let me tell ya, Manning, me and Jenna would be heading over the top
again and again! HA HAAA!!!"
RM: "In addition, the DCWL Grand Championship is on the line tonight!
Jack Ketch will be squaring off against Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz, in
a match that Commissioner Damon has just declared as a No
Disqualification match! And with Elemental Disturbance lurking around
the building, I don't think that's good news for Stanwycz!"
HP: "There ain't a damn thing that's good about this match for
Stanwycz! He's gonna wind up with his own damn head on a platter ...
or should I say a freaking mirror?! HA!"
RM: "We're about to head to the ring for our first match of the
night... but first, let's check in with the Number One Contender!"
(Camera cuts backstage, where we see No. 1 contender Dale "The Mirror"
Stanwycz walking to his dressing room. Like the night before, his face
is totally emotionless and his squinting eyes almost white out. The
wounds endured at the hands of Rex Creed last tuesday are still
evident, and a strange halo surrounds him. Could it be butterflies in
the stomach as the Grand Title match gets closer every second? Or is it
something else? He notices the camera and starts walking away without
protesting, but after a few steps, he stops. Camera pans and we see
another dressing room, a sign on its door. It reads: "Matt Cole".)
*Crowd pops*
*Dale stares at the sign for a few seconds as the crowd in the arena
cheers loudly after seeing Cole's name. He then grabs the knob, opens
the door, and enters the room. But there is no sign of Cole, though. A
small fridge sits on a corner. Dale opens it and, still without saying
a word, grabs one of Matt's cold ones but doesn't open it. He simply
examines the beer can carefully and then walks out of the room with it.
Curiously enough, Cameron Williams is just outside in his wheelchair,
with a DCWL microphone in-hand, and sees "The Mirror" extracting Cole's
property.*
CAMERON: "Excuse me, Dale! Don't you know that theft is a SIN! I'll
turn the other cheek tonight, but only if you give us some last minute
comments on your big title match!"
*Dale stares into Cameron's eyes without a trace of worry,
embarrasment, or concern at all. He seems to be somewhere else, or at
least his mind. But then we confirm just that:*
DALE "THE MIRROR": "I see said the blind man... to his deaf wife... as
he picked up his hammer and saw..."
CAMERON: "Pardon me?"
DALE "THE MIRROR": "One dark night in the middle of the day, two dead
boys went out to play... back to back they faced each other, drew their
swords and shot each other...
CAMERON: "What?! Sorry, Dale ... I don't follow."
DALE "THE MIRROR": "The deaf policeman heard the noise and came and
killed the the two dead boys... that's my story if you don't believe me
ask the blind man he saw it all..."
CAMERON: "You know, some people call me a Jesus Freak ... but you,
Dale, you're a REAL freak! Get out of my way!"
*Williams rolls away in his wheelchair, frustrated at his interview
attempt. Dale follows him with his eyes and when Cameron disappears he
continues walking to his dressing room, the camera following him
closely. Dale enters the room, but something is wrong. He takes a good
look around, and then we see a chair right in the middle of the
room. On top of the chair, is another photo album, different from the
one delivered to Dale last night at the Preview Show.*
DALE "THE MIRROR": *barely audible* "Huh?"
*Dale extends his hands slowly... his face gets a look that has been
familiar to us these last weeks. He holds the first page... and opens
it, finding a portrait sized photograph of... his wife Elaine! He
continues flipping pages to see more pics of his children! Carrie
playing with their pet cat HiJinx. Elaine reading Brian and Kyra a
fairy tale book. An extreme detail picture of 7-month Jimmy sleeping
peacefully in his crib. There must be at least a hundred pics of the
entire family, but the most frightening fact is... all were taken
inside the Stanwycz home in Minnesota. They all look so vulnerable...
so defenseless.*
DALE "THE MIRROR": *gasps*
*Dale's eyes get glossy and finally, large tears roll down his cheeks.
Someone or something... has been stalking his beloved family. The crowd
in attendance boo loudly as they understand who's responsible for such
a terrible thing... the executioner himself. We see Dale turn pale...
totally livid. He has been hurt where it hurts him the most, and in a
moment, even his legs seem to fail him.*
His family. Pure and innocent.
Marked for Death. Execution.
A matter of time.
*Oddly enough, the paleness of his face starts disappearing. His face
is still dead serious but starts turning a mild shade of pink... which
then starts turning into an intense shade of red. No longer is that
dullness present in his eyes, a weird, almost spooky glow has replaced
it, as if something inside his mind... had just been triggered. Is it
FEAR again? Or...*
DALE "THE MIRROR": "..."
(Camera cuts back to the broadcast table.)
RM: "Do you think it's wise for Jack Ketch to play these kinds of mind
games on someone as unstable as Dale Stanwycz?"
HP: "You must've taken your retarded pill again, Manning. If Ketch
can trigger those damn voices in Dale's head, Stanwycz will be even
less effective than his ass already was to begin with!"
RM: "I guess we'll see about that real soon. Our producer is advising
us to cut backstage again, this time in Mark Haley's dressing room.
Let's go there now, and then it's into the ring for our first match of
this big night!"
(The video screen cuts to a shot of "Mr. Showtime" Mark Haley sitting
on a bench in his dressing room backstage, wearing only his dark blue
wrestling tights and black wrestling boots. The sight of the Silver
Screen Superstar preparing for battle, pulling on his black elbow pads,
draws a big cheer from the crowd, making it somewhat difficult to hear
the gentle knock on his dressing room door. But Mark hears it just
fine.)
MARK: "Come in."
(The door opens, and the cheers grow even louder as Tawny Blake walks
into the room. Mark looks up and smiles warmly.)
MARK: "Hey, Tawny."
TAWNY: "Hi, Mark. Listen, I just wanted to come by and thank you for
helping me out a couple of weeks ago at Total Dementia. I stopped by
during last night's show, but you weren't around."
(Mark looks back down as he pulls on his blue wristbands.)
MARK: "Yeah, I had some business to attend to. Getting my plans for
tonight's big match to crystalize, working with my partner to set
things up. That kind of thing."
(Tawny nods and grins.)
TAWNY: "So are you ready for the match, then?"
(Mark glances up and nods.)
MARK: "I think so. Listen, I've been doing some thinking about
tonight. We all know that those New Wiccan Order idiots are going to
be working together during the match, right?"
(Tawny chuckles and smiles.)
TAWNY: "You mean Elemental Disturbance? That's probably a safe bet.
Cowards always work best with a number advantage."
(Mark nods and looks back down, pulling on a black fingerless glove as
he continues.)
MARK: "That's what I'm guessing, too. So it seems to me like it might
be a good idea for some of us more..."
(He chuckles, and glances up briefly with a grin.)
MARK: "...upstanding citizens..."
(And then he looks back down to pull on the other glove.)
MARK: "...to work together to take those guys out. Once they're out
of the picture, we can have a good clean match, but until they're gone,
they're going to pose a collective threat to everyone else in the ring.
Might as well work together to take 'em out, right?"
(With the final piece of his ring attire in place, Mark crosses his
arms and looks up with a grin.)
MARK: "So I was wondering if you would be willing to work out some
kind of an alliance with me tonight, until those guys are out of
commission. Maybe General Pentagon could work with us, too. Of
course, after those guys go out of the match, it'll be everyone for
themselves, but we'll be able to avoid having those guys team up on
everybody."
TAWNY: "What about Vindy? I think he would help too."
(Mark grins wryly.)
MARK: "I don't trust him. I know him too well to trust him. But he
certainly has no love for those guys, so maybe he'd be willing to give
us a hand. Or at least give *you* a hand. You're welcome to ask him,
and if he's interested, he's more than welcome to join us, but I'll
still be keeping an eye on him."
(Tawny shrugs gently and smiles.)
TAWNY: "Fair enough, I suppose. Well, you can count me in, and
hopefully Ike and Vindy will help too."
MARK: "Thanks, Tawny. I really do appreciate it."
(Tawny grins, a curious look on her face.)
TAWNY: "So... who's your partner tonight?"
(Mark chuckles softly, and shakes his head.)
MARK: "Ohhhhhh no. You're not getting that out of me before the
match. It's a surprise. But let's just say that he--or she--is going
to make a huge impact. You just watch... my partner's gonna step into
the ring and just cut through everyone, tossing them out of the ring
two by two. And let me warn you now, Tawny. I like you a lot, and I
trust you to keep an eye out for me when we're dealing with Hella
Mentally Disturbed--"
(That gets a chuckle out of Tawny.)
MARK: "--But I intend on winning that match tonight, and when they're
gone, as much as I respect you, I'm perfectly willing to go through you
to do it."
(He grins, and Tawny returns the smile.)
TAWNY: "Oh, trust me, Mark, it's mutual. I'll be happy to take you
out of the match too, when it comes to it. After all, my partner,
Simon, kicks his fair share of booty too. So, you better expect one
huge fight in there."
(Mark smiles and extends a gloved hand, which Tawny
shakes with a grin.)
MARK: "I wouldn't have it any other way."
(We cut to a view of the corridor outside Mark's dressing room, where
we still hear the two fan favorites as they continue to talk, although
their voices are muffled and indistinct now, the nearly-closed door
preventing any attempt to discern what's actually being said.)
RM: "Well, it would seem that Mark and Tawny are making plans to deal
with the problem of Elemental Disturbance in the Apocalypse Match later
tonight. That seems like a pretty wise thing to do, too, given the way
the members of that faction operate."
HP: "Wise? Hah! More like a cowardly--"
(Hollywood is cut off by a loud mixed reaction from the crowd as the
Vindicator comes into view, walking down the corridor.)
RM: "And there's yet another one of the competitors in tonight's
Apocalypse Match. The Vindicator's really been working hard to narrow
his focus for this contest."
HP: "Yeah, narrow his focus on Tawny's assets, maybe."
(As he passes the slightly open door to Mr. Showtime's dressing room,
and as he recognizes the sound of Tawny and Mark's voices inside, he
stops in his tracks.)
RM: "Now what is he up to?"
(Vindy's ears perk up, and he quietly begins creeping towards the door,
presumably with the intent to listen in on them.)
HP: "What does it *look* like he's doing, dumbass?"
VINDICATOR: "My ears are burning...I could have sworn I heard someone
utter the word Vindy...Nah, probably just Manning and Panzerotti
yammering about me at ringside. My hearing is so tuned that if anyone
in the building even mentions my name, I'll know!"
(Vindy hears some more muttering behind the door.)
VINDICATOR: "Actually, that's the same voice...it sounds like Tawny.
Who the heck is she talking to, Haley?"
(Vindy spots a random guy walking by while he's listening. All of a
sudden, he grabs the guy by the collar and talks to him really close to
his face....almost like a certain Christmas character who happened to
don green and red.)
VINDICATOR: "They talk about Vindy!!"
(Without letting go of the collar, he puts his ear to the door again
and then gets back in the guy's face. Vindy's _expression is
exaggerated.)
VINDICATOR: "They talk about wrestling...."
(Once again, he pulls the guy close to his face and speaks with even
more enthusiasm.)
VINDICATOR: "They talk about windy nestling against Tawny's chestling!"
(He shoves the guy away. Vindy is just about enter the dressing room,
when it dawns on him.)
VINDICATOR: "You know what... forget it... I've got a match to focus
for. Work now... play later!"
(Vindy simply turns away and stalks towards his dressing room. The
camera cuts back to the broadcast table, where Hollywood Panzerotti has
a smirk on his face.)
HP: "HA! The Vindicator is a jealous bastard! I hope he draws the
first damn number, so I can watch his ass suffer all night long!"
RM: "I don't know about that, but right now it's time for our first
match of the night! Let's get to the ring!"
**DING DING DING**
PA: "Our opening match of ARK OF APOCALYPSE is a DOUBLE DEBUT GRUDGE
MATCH, scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit!
Introducing first ... from Doha, Quatar ... weighing in at 345 pounds
... here is AHMED MULLAH AAAAAAKBAAAAAAAAAR!!!"
(The lights dim as torches are placed along side the entrance way. The
arabic sounds of the techno version of "Habibi Ya Nour Alin" plays over
the speakers as the crowd bellows boos. Out steps Ahmed Mullah Akbar,
wearing his notorious black Saudi Style Abaya with a red arabic symbol
in the center of his chest, which stands for "BLOOD." His once shining
black boots, are torn all up to signify the many battles he has been
through in his twelve year career. He wears a black velvet Kufi with
diamonds around it, each one signifying a muslim country. You can see
scars accoss his forehead, from his many battles in Japan with
barbedwire. He is half Black, and Half Middle Eastern with light blue
eyes, which make him look very strange, yet evil. He slowly makes his
way down to the ring, ignoring the fans. He slips through the ropes,
pulls his Abaya and Kufi off and tosses it to the ring second. There he
stand with a dark black african style Salwar Kameez, with arabic
writing all over it patiently waiting for his opponent clenching his
fists.)
PA: "And his opponent ... hailing from New York City ... weighing in
at 285 pounds ... here is RYAN ABAAAAAAATE!!!"
(Ryan Abate walks out, amid silence. A white line shines on him.
Suddenly "Vow of Silence" by Showdown starts.)
## My mouth is dry with accusation ##
## Ungrateful, unworthy, I lack the strength of Job ##
## Your glory it burns ##
## It dries and sears my eyes ##
## A portrait of love unfolds ##
(White lights flash about as the massive Ryan Abate begins making his
way down the ring, to a mild cheer from the fans. Ryan is very
well-built and muscular. He has short, black, styled hair, and a
slight beard. He has on blue trunks, blue elbow pads, blue knee pads,
and blue boots.)
## I will not forsake You, I am always yours ##
## O Lord, I am silent, not one more word ##
(The music slows down a bit as Ryan gets to the outside of the ring.
He drops to his knees, clasping his hands together in prayer.)
## I’ve become my every fault ##
## Traded my wings for the thrill of the fall ##
## Stretching for miles ##
## This breaking heart is softened to your call ##
## Wreath me in flame ##
## That I may never burn dim with doubt again ##
(The music kicks back in as Ryan jumps to his feet, and thows his arms
in the air, as the crowd is buzzing for the start of the match.)
## This is for my greatest of weaknesses ##
## Your end is written ##
## This is for my greatest of burdens
## Where is your weight now ##
(Ryan climbs into the ring, and locks eyes with the larger and more
menacing frame of Ahmed Mullah Akbar.)
**DING DING DING**
The hatred between these two men is at boiling point,
as they finally meet in the squared circle,
to settle their differences man-to-man.
Each man has his eyes locked upon the other,
standing on their toes,
waiting for one false movement,
and thus a chance for attack.
Then, Akbar quickly lunges at the smaller Abate,
and leaps forward with a flying bell clap,
and before Abate can even think of a counter,
he's flat on his back from the attack,
and is now being showered by a series of right fists,
to the temple and jaw by Akbar!
RM: "Both men have a lot to prove in their official in-ring debut, and
the early advantage is definitely in the hands of Akbar!"
HP: "If it's Cameron Williams that really trained this Abate idiot,
you already know that he's bound to be a damn failure. Wouldn't it be
great to see the two of them wheeling around backstage together?!
Maybe the DCWL would even start a damn handicap division! HA!"
Pulling Abate to his feet by his hair,
Akbar locks up with his opponent,
and quickly goes back on the offense,
picking up Abate in a bear-hug,
and slamming him down hard on the base of his spine;
Abate's head connects with the matting,
with a sickening thud,
and Akbar grinds his forearm into Abates’ face.
The referee warns him of disqualification,
if he doesn't break the hold after the 5-count.
Akbar releases, but not without a cheap gouge of the eyes,
as he stands up to his feet.
HP: "Well, there ain't no one here that paid their money to see this
damn filler match, so having it end so damn quick ain't a bad thing at
all."
RM: "You can't count Ryan Abate out of this match yet! We're only a
few minutes in, and he's got a lot more fight that you're giving him
credit for!"
Akbar is now complaining with the referee,
but only as a distraction,
as he is also standing on Abates hair,
and not allowing him to get to his feet!
Smiling to the referee and the crowd,
Akbar gives a good yank with his foot,
pulling out a clump of Abate's hair!
Abate screams in agony as Akbar pulls him to his feet.
A stiff right elbow to the jaw by Akbar,
rocks Abate onto the ropes,
and Akbar whips him to the opposite ropes,
and upon return delivers a huge clothesline,
folding Abate in half in mid-air,
before landing firmly on the back of his head again!
Akbar slowly hooks the right leg of Abate,
smirking at the crowd as he covers.
ONE
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TWO
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KICK-OUT!
RM: "Although he definitely can't match power with Akbar, Ryan Abate
needs to find a way to get on the offensive, and quick!"
HP: "You possess way too much optimism, dammit."
Akbar shrugs as he again pulls Abate to his feet,
with a handful of his opponent's hair,
and whips him into the far ropes again.
Akbar goes for a huge clothesline again,
but Abate ducks the attempt,
and rebounds of the opposite ropes,
and spears Akbar to the ground!
The crowd pops with a huge cheer of support,
and this time it's Abate with the right hand flurry,
each punch aimed at the face of Akbar,
who is quickly losing the upper hand.
Abate now grinds his forearm into the neck of Akbar,
but stands up well before the 2-count.
HP: "Dammit, I think that was a chokehold! You're going to hell, you
idiot punk ass! HA!"
RM: "Did you forget your contact lenses tonight, Hollywood? That
elbow was nowhere near being a chokehold!"
Abate taunting Akbar to get to his feet,
and he locks up with the bigger man,
and slides on a side head-lock,
but it is quickly countered with a Irish whip,
Abate returns, but is met by a devastating boot to the face,
the momentum of Abate makes him slide out of the ring,
and he folds up against the ring apron!
The crowd groans in disappointment,
as Akbar again has the upper hand.
Akbar smirks at the saddened crowd,
as he slowly rolls out of the ring,
and begins to stomp away at the prone Abate;
Each stomp insulting the American way of life.
RM: "In a big match like this, Ryan Abate can't be spending any time
playing to the crowd ... he's got to be all business in there!"
HP: "Playing to the damn humanoids?! You mean PREACHING to their
asses! I hear this idiot signs every autograph with a different Bible
verse - what the hell is that about?!"
Akbar finally pulls Abate to his feet,
the Cameron Williams protégé is already weak at the knees,
as Akbar whips him into the ring steps;
as metal meets flesh,
the crowd grimaces the pain that Ryan is feeling.
Akbar picks up Abate,
and lifts him into a Gorilla Press,
pressing him up and down a few times,
to show of his immense strength to the onlookers,
before dropping Abate headfirst onto the steel steps!
Blood spills from the mouth and face of Abate,
as he slides off the steps and onto the floor.
HP: "Where is the referee's damn count here?! This ain't a damn
Plunderweight match ... although Ol' Panzerotti would love it if it
were!"
RM: "Perhaps the referee is giving the two newcomers some leeway to
display their skills, and give these fans a great show!"
Akbar now taunting the crowd,
yelling "JIHAD" at many of the front row onlookers,
threatening them with gestures and incomprehensible language,
that sounds very harsh and violent.
The fans respond with loud jeers at the Qatar native,
and Akbar just laughs, turns to the bloodied Abate,
rolling him into the ring.
RM: "Akbar hasn't made it clear whether he is associated with the
Fundamentalist Muslim Community, but he sure seems to enjoy taunting
North Americans!"
HP: "He's got the right to say whatever the hell he wants, in whatever
damn language he chooses! And he's got the freaking muscles to back it
up too, dammit!"
Akbar puts one foot on the still Abate,
and tells the referee to start the three count.
ONE
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TWO
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SHOULDER UP!!!
Akbar looks down at the referee in shock,
and drops to his knees,
and hooks the right leg of Abate,
and tells the ref to count again.
ONE
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TWO
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TH- KICK-OUT!
Akbar again looks at the referee in disbelief,
and hooks the other leg of Abate,
along with cradling the head!
ONE
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T- KICK-OUT!
HP: "The little Christian rodent just won't stay down! He's a damn
glutton for punishment!"
RM: "He's got a big heart, and a lot of fight left in it too!"
Akbar gets to his feet,
and into the face of the referee,
accusing him of making numerous slow counts,
and thus being biased.
Abate slowly crawls over to Akbar,
who has his back to him,
and quickly rolls the Qatar native,
with an inside cradle!
The referee drops into position quickly:
ONE
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TWO
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THRE-SHOULER UP!!
Akbar jumps to his feet,
and looks back at the now pumped Abate,
and charges at him with a clothesline,
but Abate ducks the attempt,
and picks him up into a firemans carry,
and releases him with a slam,
A devastating Burning Hammer!
Abate quickly pulls Akbar to his feet,
and Akbar is now showing signs of weakness,
as Abate floors Akbar with a huge DDT!
Covers!
ONE
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TWO
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THR-SHOULDER UP!
RM: "Ryan Abate has the momentum swaying in his favor now, and a few
more high impact moves like this could spell the end for Akbar!"
HP: "BAH! Akbar is probably just taking a meditation nap!"
Abate is now on a roll,
and whips Akbar into the corner,
climbs up to the seconds turnbuckle,
and punches him with devastating right hands,
to the temple of Akbar.
The crowd counts along,
as the referee gives count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
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FOUR
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FIVE
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SIX
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SEVEN
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EIGHT
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NINE
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TEN-OOW!
Akbar, blindsided to the referee,
Low blows Abate in the most blatant way,
but the referee couldn't see it.
Abate, still on the second rope,
but folded over, reels in pain.
Akbar grabs Abate in a fireman’s carry,
and walks to the middle of the ring.
"JIHAD" he yells at the crowd,
as he runs at the far turnbuckle,
kicking off into the air,
and dropping Abate onto his head and back,
with his Super Death Valley Driver!
HP: "HA! It only takes one damn move! Abate is toast, dammit!"
RM: "Some might argue that Akbar's version of that move is even more
devastating than Jack Ketch's Widowmaker!"
Akbar stands to his feet,
and puts one foot on the still Abate,
pinning him in a shower of beer can projectiles,
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
**DING DING DING**
PA: "Here is your winner ... AHMED MULLAH AKBAAAAAAAAR!!!"
(The fans loudly jeer their feelings about the result, as Akbar throws
his arms into the air, before kicking Abate several times, sending his
defeated opponent to the concrete floor in a sprawled heap!)
RM: "An impressive debut victory for Ahmed Akbar! I doubt he'll ever
be popular with the fans, but I bet he's got the attention of a few
boys in the back!"
HP: "As I always say with these new punks ... until you've beaten the
ass of a true veteran, you ain't nothing in the DCWL. Akbar looks like
a damn bad ass ... but he ain't got Ol' Panzerotti's respect until he
beats a real marquee name!"
RM: "Now let's head backstage, where Steve Francis has caught up with
'The Outlaw' Jess Bollinger!"
(We cut to a corridor backstage, where Steve Francis, microphone in
hand, stands with two other men. The first is the wrestler formerly
known as The Outlaw, now going under his given name of Jess Bollinger.
The other is a large Causcasian man, weighing somewhere around 250
pounds, heretofore unseen on DCWL programming. He wears a plain black
T-shirt, blue jeans, and sunglasses.)
SF: "I'm here backstage with The Out--er, Jess Bollinger, who'd like
to introduce his partner for the Apocalypse Match tonight."
(He turns to face Jess more squarely.)
SF: "Jess, who is this man here with you this evening?"
(Steve extends the microphone as Jess responds.)
JB: "Steve, this here is Dez Carter. He's an old friend of mine, we
were running mates in the indies and he's going to help me make a run
at winning this big match tonight."
(Dez nods and begins to speak, and the microphone is quickly extended
to him.)
DC: "I'm always glad to help an old friend out, especially in a fed
like the DCWL. We're going to turn some heads tonight, no doubt about
it."
(Steve turns back to the camera with a smile.)
SF: "So there you have it. Jess Bollinger and Dez Carter, teaming up
one more time tonight! Back to you guys."
(Cut back to Rich and Hollywood at the announcer's table.)
RM: "Well, one more competitor in tonight's big match has been
announced. It's certainly shaping up to be a heck of a contest!"
HP: "I knew a couple of chicks named Jess and Dez once ... they
wouldn't put out, and now they're listed in Ol' Panzerotti's black
pages!"
RM: "Black pages?! I don't even want to know. Anyways, I've just
gotten word that someone has arrived to the DCWL Arena! Let's check it
out!"
(The camera cuts to a shot backstage, where we see the lower half of a
man walking down a hallway. In his right hand he is carrying a gymbag
that bounces up and down with every step the man takes.)
RM: "Who is it? One of the mystery partners for the Apocalypse Match,
perhaps?"
HP: "You're a freaking genius, Rich. Who the hell else would it be?"
(He stops at a door and the camera pans upward to show the name tag:)
"MR. SHOWTIME" MARK HALEY
(The sight of the name brings a loud cheer from the crowd, of course.
The man reaches out and knocks on the door twice.)
RM: "It looks like Mark Haley's partner for tonight has arrived!"
HP: "Like I said. A freaking genius."
(The door is opened, and Mark pokes his head out, his curious glance
quickly becoming a warm smile.)
MARK: "Well, hello there. Glad you were able to make it."
VOICE: "Yeah, well, I didn't have anything else to do tonight, so I
thought we'd lace 'em up for old times sake, you know?"
(The camera cuts to a shot just behind the mysterious visitor as he
runs his hands through his shoulder-length black hair.)
VOICE: "Gotta say... it was tough to get past security and all that
without letting anyone else know I was here."
(Mark chuckles and nods.)
MARK: "I must admit, I'm impressed that you managed it. Come on in,
man, and let's talk a little shop to get ready for tonight's match."
(The unknown visitor enters and the door closes behind him.
Fortunately, through the magic of sports entertainment, there just
happens to be a cameraman inside Mark's dressing room somewhere, and we
cut to a shot from his camera... although, once again, the camera
avoids revealing the identity of the man.)
VOICE: "Before we get going on strategy, I have a couple things I had
to let you know."
(The man throws his gymbag on the bench and opens it up.)
VOICE: "Look, I haven't brought my tights and stuff from the good ol'
days, so I thought I would just wear this."
(The hands bring out a beautiful blue Toronto Maple Leafs road jersey
which brings about a HUGE ovation from the crowd for their beloved
hockey team. Mark grins wryly as he sees his partner's ring attire for
the evening.)
MARK: "Works for me. You know, I was pulling for the Leafs. Still a
Belfour fan after his time in Dallas, as nutty as the guy is."
VOICE: "Dude... I HATE THE FLYERS!"
(The comment brings another roar form the crowd.)
VOICE: "Hey, do they have my entrance music ready like I asked?"
(Mark grins and shrugs.)
MARK: "I hope so. I asked them to have it ready. I suppose we can go
make sure, if you like."
VOICE: "Ah.. don't mind me... just a little paranoid. After all these
years, getting back into the ring. Not sure what I am thinking. And
to get into a street fight like this? But I could hardly say no to a
friend."
MARK: "Hey, man, I can't think of anyone I'd rather have out there
with me. You'll be great out there. It'll all come back to you."
VOICE: "Oh, you can take that to the bank... I just hope a few of my
"old favorites" are around when I am out there. Which reminds me... we
should be talking about some strategy here."
(The two wrestlers continue their discussions while the camera cuts
back the broadcast table.)
RM: "Why couldn't the camera just pan up a few inches? Then we'd all
know who Haley's Apocalypse Match partner is!"
HP: "Listen up, monkey humper, if a cameraman doesn't film someone's
damn face, it's almost always because they've been threatened with
their freaking life!"
RM: "Really? I had no idea! Hey, it sounds like Commissioner Damon
is backstage right now, so let's see if we can get a few words from the
Commissioner!"
(As the camera shifts backstage, we see Commissioner JT Damon walking
down the aisle, when he runs into Rex Creed, who is sitting on a metal
folding chair, just in front of a monitor with a VCR attached to it.
His body is all broken, and endless welds and bruises cover his arms
and entire face, almost beyond recognition. Creed is smoking a
cigarette, which helps us identify him with greater ease, considering
the seriousness of his wounds. Damon watches Creed's messed-up
face in disbelief, and once he snaps out of the surprise...)
DAMON: "CREED!?? What the hell happened to you? Ketch didn't do that
to you! Just w..."
CREED: "Listen JT, what happened to me is this. It's very simple, I've
got a video for you. I'm sure you watched War of the Words where Dale
and I, heh heh... got together and I gave him some words of
encouragement for his big match. But what you didn't see... and what
the world is waiting to see is this. Damn I'm good!....."
*Creed smiles (showing a wide gap where some of his teeth used to be),
pushes a button on the remote, and a tape starts playing. The screen
lights up with what seem to be the final moments of his encounter with
Dale Stanwycz, as seen at War Of The Words last tuesday. Damon tries to
say something but Creed shuts him up as the clip rolls...*
>> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >>
CREED: "Yes, dumbass. I know you have a lot to lose. You gave me this
speech last week. Which is WHY you have to show total disregard for
Ketch's well being. Why? BECAUSE HE WILL... AND I STRESS... WILL KILL
YOU. And then your family would be next."
DALE "THE MIRROR": *Disgruntled* "Shut up, dammit! What the hell do you
th... ACK!!"
*Before Dale can even finish his sentence, Creed decks him in the jaw
knocking him to the ground. Creed grabs his fist, and pulls off a pair
of brass knuckles. He walks over and kicks Dale upside the head with a
relentless boot. Dale holds his head in pain from the sucker punch, as
Creed looks down smiling.*
CREED: "And imagine what he would do next. First, he would tie up your
sweet, loving wife Elaine to the boiler downstairs and slam the door
behind him. Ohh... man... The sounds of her screaming for fear of her
children. I can hear it now..."
*Creed spits down on Dale, as he places Ketch's handcuffs on Dale's
left wrist and then his right cuffing his hands behind his back. He
sits him up and crouches down. Creed pulls out a razor blade, and
glares into Dale's eyes.*
CREED: "And then he would make his way upstairs... To the room where
Jimmy is... sitting in the crib. Unknowning of the horror that is to
come of him. Ketch simply places a pillow over his head... and applies
the pressure."
DALE "THE MIRROR": *Foaming mad* "You... YOU SICK BASTARD!! NOBODY
THREATENS MY FAM..."
*Creed cuts Dale off by smacking him in the face, and grabs him by his
hair. He takes the razor blade, and runs it accross Dale's forehead
creating a gash of blood pouring down his face. Creed tips his head to
the side, and glares into "The Mirror"'s eyes as he screams in pain and
desperation, totally helpless.*
CREED: "Brian tries to attack him with a ball bat, but he has no chance
with Ketch. He simply gets backhanded sending him flying accross the
room... But that was easy. Ketch walks over, and stomps his large foot
on your boy's head."
DALE "THE MIRROR: "NOOOOOOO!!!"
*Dale jumps up, and goes to tackle Creed but to no avail as Creed
hammers him back down on the ground with a fist. He then strattles
over, and places Dale in a cobra clutch. Wrenching it in, and smiles
again.*
CREED: "And then sweet Kyra and Carrie... they would be so easy for
Ketch to grab them by their throats... And well Dale... You know the
rest man... SNAP! It's all over!"
*Dale's face has turned into a crimson mask mixed with sweat and
tears... he tries to fight back, but his twisted, vivid imagination
paralyzes him in sheer terror as Creed wrenches it in harder as Dale...
gasps for air... but there is only... darkness... and... fear. Creed
then drops him down and walks over, dropping the key to the handcuffs
down on the floor, and begins to walk off. He stops and pauses for a
moment, and glares back over at Dale.*
CREED: "And did I forget about what happens to your sweet wife Elaine?
Imagine this... Capitol, Skye Ashner, and Jack Ketch... ravaging her
downstairs... again, again, and AGAIN as she moans like a whore!"
*Camera closes up on Dale's eyes... they are completely whited out, and
his face has gotten a strange shade of red. He turns his head to Creed,
who is lighting another cigarette and is about to leave. Without saying
a word, Dale stands up and walks towards Creed and tightly wraps the
cuffs chain around his neck, choking the life out of him! Dale draws an
evil, uncharacteristic grin on his face.*
DALE "THE MIRROR": "..."
*Creed gasps and tries to break free but Dale applies even more
pressure. Creed's eyes roll behind his head and his face starts to turn
red. In a violent move, Dale's arms fly to the sides, breaking the
cuffs' chain! His wrists start bleeding but he ignores the pain and
starts smashing Creed across the face with the cuffs still attached to
his wrists. Not satisfied with the damage, Dale grabs Creed by his
hair and drags him to a corner of the warehouse, where a coil of barbed
wire is. Dale gets a hold of it, wraps it around Creed's neck and
fastens it! Instantly, a gruesome stream of blood starts gushing from
Rex's neck, while Dale picks the same razor blade Creed ran over his
forehead before and returns him the favor! Dale twists and sinks the
sharp blade all over Creed's face, turning it into mincemeat!*
CREED: "... Is this... Is this all you've got Dale!!?" *Cough*
*Creed howls from the pain and slumps to the floor, holding his face.
Dale releases the barbed wire coil but grabs a steel pipe off the
ground and without hesitation, hits Creed with it right on the face as
he tries to stand up, causing a big splatter of red to fly in the air.
Rex crumbles back to the floor but as he attempts to get up again Dale
nails him with a sharp kick on the ribs. Then another... another... and
another! Creed moans from the immense pain and holds his rib cage, but
then receives another kick from Dale's boot, this time in the back of
the head.*
DALE "THE MIRROR": "..."
*Creed crawls around searching for a way to escape but Stanwycz puts
his foot on his throat and begins to apply immense pressure on his
wounded neck. Creed is bleeding heavily and seems like he's choking
with his own blood as Dale continues the punishment. Dale lets an
inhuman grunt out as he crouches and grabs Creed by the nuts! Rex
yelps in shock and torment as Dale starts pulling, forcing Creed to his
feet... then he starts to run, still grasping Creed by the jewels.
Screaming, Dale throws Creed head-first against the warehouse door,
smashing it and making one freakin big dent on it!*
*CRASH!!!*
CREED: "... ughh... *Cough* Dale..." *Cough* *Vomit*
*More blood splatters in all directions as Creed's body falls back to
the ground... to be received by Dale with yet another kick to his
already hurt rib area. Stanwycz's hands are now totally painted of red
by Creed's blood. Dale grabs a metal fixture and places it on the
ground a few feet from Creed... Dale then picks him up and delivers a
Michinoku driver on the fixture! Creed's body twitches from the brutal
impact and after some seconds manages to sit, but Dale doesn't seem to
care. He grabs the fixture again and starts smashing it repeatedly over
Rex's head!*
*THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!*
*Rex's face is now too a bloody mask and Stanwycz takes a final swing,
making Creed's jaw deform upon impact and sending several of Creed's
teeth flying through the air... then Dale finally stops. Creed looks
like if he were dead. But after a while, he regains his senses and
looks up at Dale, with a decietful, evil grin as blood continues to
pour heavily from his face. He tilts his head over, glaring at Dale.*
CREED:... *Cough*... "Dale... show no mercy with Ketch. The same way
you just did me. . . . *cough* And. . . . You will ...be ...victorious.
IT IS THE ONLY WAY!!!"
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*Camera cuts back to Creed sitting on the chair, and he turns the TV
off.*
CREED: "There you have it JT Damon. That is what happened in our
little training lesson. And man... MAN do I feel sorry for Jack friggen
Ketch and his flock of seagulls. Elemental Disturbance will only be
known as Elephant's Flatulance, and the shit, LITTERALLY, is going to
hit the fan tonight... And then... my target of opportunity will be
easy pickens! heh heh heh heh heh.... Trust me."
(Creed smiles again, while holding his almost unrecognizable face. He
takes a last drag from his cigarette, stands up and walks away, leaving
a noticeably baffled JT Damon behind. The camera cuts back to the
broadcast table.)
RM: "Rex Creed has apparently completed his so-called training of Dale
Stanwycz for this upcoming Grand Championship match, but I have trouble
trusting his motives behind this."
HP: "BAH! Stanwycz is the idiot who approached Creed for help, so
anything that happens is his own damn fault!"
RM: "Well, I just hope that Dale keeps an eye over his shoulder during
what may be the biggest match of his career! Let's head back to the
ring!"
(The arena is silent. They all know what match is next. The crowd, from
the dedicated marks to the smarky types to the casual punter: all wait
with anticipation.(
PA: "Ladies and gentlemen ... the following match is scheduled for
one fall, and is a No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere match for
the DCWL GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP!"
(The crowd explodes into roaring cheers in response…)
RM: "Dale Stanwycz's moment of truth is about to begin!"
(Suddenly, the lights go out as the melancholic opening riffs of "Hall
of Mirrors" by Jan-Luc Dufresné blare through the PA bringing the crowd
to their feet with a deafening ovation. The video wall pops to life
revealing an image of various mirrors floating whimsically on a
background of black nothingness. The mirrors are then focused upon
individually, each one showcasing various highlights from a well-known
individual, mainly high-risk maneuvers. As the lights begin to flicker
on and off faster now, a lone figure steps through the curtain. He
appears to wear a long robe, as we can see its shiny, mirror-like parts
flicker with the lights. As he raises his arms up, the scene on the
video wall shows only one solitary mirror now. As the screen focuses in
on that one mirror, it suddenly explodes into the words "TAKE A GOOD
LOOK!" in bright gold. Perfectly symmetrical red and blue pyros go off
at both sides of the ramp as the lights turn on, and there appears DALE
"THE MIRROR" STANWYCZ. Dale smiles broadly and walks down the ramp and
around ringside slapping hands with his fans. He then enters the ring
and removes his mirror robe before standing on the turnbuckle.)
RM: "Listen to that ovation! These people want to see Dale become the
DCWL Grand Champion!"
PA: "Introducing first, the challenger ... standing 6-feet 3-inches,
and weighing 250 pounds ... hailing from Grand Rapids, Minnesota ...
here is the Number One Contender to the Grand Championship ... DALE
“THE MIRROR” STANWYYYYYYYYYYYCZ!!!"
(Dale strikes the infamous "mirror stance" to another shattering pop
from the whole audience as cameras go off around the arena. Dale is
muscular and defined, but not too big (picture a Booker T build). He
has long straight brown hair. A gigantic scar crosses his entire chest,
and sports numerous, smaller scars all over his body as the result of
his many hardcore battles in the ring. Dale wears his classical split
tights, one leg in gold and the other in black. Across his right leg
the word "Mirror" is printed, and so is on the left but inverted. He
also wears white wrestling boots with white laces and Soles.)
HP: "Oh yeah, the crowd’s right behind Mirror boy but it ain’t gonna
make a damn difference when Ketch gets down here!"
(As if summoned, a slow methodical drum beat fills the arena. Jack
Ketch slowly passes through the curtain and stops at the top of the
stage. This is a massive man who seems completely oblivious to the
crowd.)
PA: "And his opponent... hailing from The Gallows ... weighing in at
310 pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL Grand Champion ... JACK
KEEEETCH!!!"
(He is the most feared man in the entire DCWL and the crowd lets out an
awed cheer simply by seeing him. Jack is wearing black leather pants
and boots with a black lycra sleeveless muscle shirt. Hie massive arms
are marked with a pair of tattoos. On his left arm is a phoenix
wrapped in fire with 3 chinese symbols in a triangle around it. On is
right arm is the yin/yang symbol surrounded by 6 other chinese symbols.
The DCWL Grand Championship belt is draped over his left shoulder.)
HP: "I tell you, Manning, this guy is the most dangerous champion in
the history of this damn company! His stablemates in Elemental
Disturbance paid a lot of money for him and they got their money’s
worth. This is the guy who destroyed Guido at On Location to take the
belt. This is the guy who dropped Maul off a freaking roof. This is the
guy, who ended Bedrock’s career! This man is everything they say he
is. He’s an executioner and Dale is a dead man, dammit!"
(He stands about 6'8" tall and is in peak physical condition.
Amazingly, we can even notice the ripped abdominal muscles outlined
in black. His legs are big and powerful, but it's the upper body that
is noticed most. The drum beats continue as he makes his way to ring
side. As he steps into the ring the beat quickens to a roll. The
drumroll stops abruptly as Ketch removes his black hood. Underneath is
a black mask with a hole in the back to reveal a short black ponytail.
The eyes of the mask are black reflective lenses. Ketch hands the
title belt to the referee, and moves to the center of the ring, his
eyes assumingly glaring at Dale Stanwycz from beneath his mask.)
HP: "Look at Dale. That man knows fear."
(Ketch pulls a photo out of his pocket and hands it to the referee.)
RM: "Ketch is telling the referee to give that to Stanwycz!"
(As the referee hands the photo to Dale, the camera catches a glimpse
of it.)
HP: "HA! Did you see it, Manning?!"
RM: "That’s a photo of Ketch- Outside Dale’s family home!"
(The crowd boos and then explodes when an enraged Stanwycz launches
himself at Ketch, tackling the much larger man to the ground and
pounding his head with furious right hands!)
**DING DING DING**
Ketch easily hurls Dale away and rolls to his feet.
Instantly, Dale tackles him once more,
slamming his head into a turnbuckle before turning him around,
and lacing Ketch with a wicked chop!
CROWD: WHOOOOO!
RM: "Dale has exploded! He's all over the Champion!"
Dale lines up Ketch,
and smacks him with another blistering chop,
before climbing up onto the buckle,
and repeatedly punching him in his hooded head!
CROWD: "ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!
.
.
FOUR!
.
.
FIVE!
.
.
SIX!
.
.
SEVEN!
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.
EIGHT!
.
.
The next punch never comes,
as Ketch hurls Stanwycz away.
Stanwycz rolls through the bump and charges forward,
ducking a clothesline and turning to nail Ketch,
right on the point of his jaw with lethally accurate dropkick!
Ketch staggers backwards,
and Dale clotheslines him over the top rope,
dropping him to his feet on the floor!
RM: "Whoa! Stanwycz just threw the champion out of the ring! Dale now
jumping to the top rope, CROSS BODYBLOCK TO KETCH ON THE FLOOR!"
Dale pounds on the fallen Ketch’s head,
before yanking him to his feet.
He whips Ketch towards the ring post, but Ketch reverses.
Before hitting the post,
Dale jumps up onto the apron, flying back with a body press!
RM: "Ketch just caught Stanwycz by the throat!"
HP: "HA! I knew it wouldn’t last…"
Ketch tries to shove Stanwycz back-first into the steel steps,
but Dale grabs Ketch’s waistband and pulls him forward,
yanking the champion face-first into the steps!
RM: "I certainly didn’t expect Stanwycz to be so dominant to early in
the match but the challenger has really taken it to Ketch!"
Dale rolls Ketch back into the ring,
and whips him to the ropes,
nailing the much bigger man with a clothesline.
Ketch fails to go down,
even after a few more sharp jabs,
so Dale dashes back into the ropes,
returning with a clothesline that staggers the champion.
HP: "Pah! Dale’s running out of damn ideas!"
Stanwycz kicks Ketch in the guts,
grabbing him in a front face lock.
RM: "He’s going for the Doppleganger DDT!"
Anticipating the move,
Ketch stands up,
and throws Stanwycz over his shoulder in a back body drop.
RM: "Stanwycz landed on his feet!"
Ketch whirls around,
and is met by a flying clothesline from the challenger,
that sends the executioner crashing to the mat!
Ketch is climbing back to his feet,
when Dale charges at him,
leaping up and snagging his head in a front facelock,
and turning in mid air,
to plant the champion’s head into the canvas!
RM: "THE DOPPLEGANGER DDT! He nailed it!"
Dale pounces onto Ketch and covers him,
as the referee drops into position and counts:
ONE
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
Ketch kicks out to a chorus of boos.
Stanwycz looks a little shocked,
but is quick to jump to his feet,
heading for the top rope.
HP: "You see that, Rich? He just kicked out of the best damn move
Stanwycz has! What the hell does Dale have left to win this match?!"
RM: "Stanwycz is lining the champion up and he takes him DOWN with a
Missile Dropkick! We've never seen this kind of offense from Dale
before!"
Stanwycz hits the ropes and drops an elbow,
only to have his target roll aside.
Dale is quick to get back up,
and he lashes out at the legs of the rising Ketch,
with a series of shin kicks,
before striking out with a kick to the midsection!
HP: "Ketch caught Dale’s freaking foot! HA HAA!!"
RM: "ENZIGURI!"
HP: "Bless your ass!"
The crowd POPS as Ketch drops to his knees,
after the kick to the back of his head.
Dale hits to ropes and runs towards the kneeling Ketch,
nailing him in the face with a front dropkick!
Ketch falls forward onto his hands and feet,
and Stanwycz kicks him savagely in the ribs.
RM: "Stanwycz is showing some real dominance here tonight ... it may
not be much longer before a new Champion is crowned!"
Suddenly, Ketch grabs Dale’s leg,
and yanks him off his feet.
He stands up, grabbing Stanwycz and whipping him to the ropes,
and lifts up his foot for a big boot.
Dale catches the foot and trips up Ketch,
setting him up for a catapult into the corner!
Dale falls backwards, levering Ketch up and forward.
However, Ketch is so tall and heavy,
that he’s able to stop once he’s upright and bend over,
wrapping two large hands around the throat of the challenger!
Ketch hoists Dale into the air,
as easily as he would a child,
and Stanwycz crashes into the turnbuckle!
HP: "You see? Dale simply can’t match power with a guy like Ketch!
It's only a matter of freaking time before he makes that one mistake
that allows Ketch to crush his ass into a fine powder!"
Ketch charges forwards,
but Dale lifts up his leg, kicking Ketch in the face.
The larger man staggers back and Dale rushes forwards,
jumping up and grabbing Ketch’s head for a tornado DDT,
eliciting a cheer from the crowd!
But before he can drive Ketch’s head into the mat,
his powerful opponent halts the move mid air,
and with a grunt,
arches backwards and slams Dale into the turnbuckles,
with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
RM: "OH MY! We haven't seen it very often, but Ketch calls that move
the 'Whipping Post'! It may have just killed Stanwycz right there!"
The crowd gasps,
as Stanwycz crumples to the mat headfirst,
not moving a muscle.
HP: "Ketch was never in any danger, dammit! That lunatic monkey
hump-escaping moron was bound to make a mistake sooner or later and
when he did, Ketch destroyed his ass ... just like Ol' Panzerotti told
you!"
Ketch lifts a limp Dale to his feet,
and whips him to the ropes,
slamming him into the mat,
with a explosively stiff Spinebuster.
RM: "Did you see the way Dale’s head snapped back into the canvas with
that move?! Dale has got to be unconscious."
The Grand Champion stands over an unmoving Stanwycz for a moment,
before reaching into a pocket,
and taking out a pair of familiar rusty handcuffs.
The crowd boos as Ketch leans down,
and grabs one of Dale’s hands to cuff him.
Suddenly, Stanwycz kicks out at the unsuspecting Ketch,
knocking the handcuffs away!
Before Ketch can react,
Dale lashes out again, kicking him in the face!
Both men get to their feet,
and Ketch lunges with a clothesline.
Dale rolls under the lethal blow,
and snatches up the handcuffs.
As Ketch turns around,
Dale nails him in the forehead of his masked face with the cuffs,
using them like a makeshift knuckleduster!
HP: "DAMN! Maybe Stanwycz is more innovative than I gave his ass
credit for!"
RM: "For better or worse, Dale received training for this match from
Rex Creed, probably the most innovative Plunderweight Champion in
DCWL!"
HP: "Not to mention the fact that Ketch has handed Creed his own ass
more times than anyone else in the damn fed!"
Ketch backs into the ropes,
as Stanwycz tries to gouge through the mask with the cuffs.
Reaching up with one powerful hand,
Ketch grabs Dale’s arm,
and then forces his fingers into his opponent’s eyes!
Dale staggers back and Ketch charges forwards,
spearing the smaller man to the mat!
RM: "Ketch is trying to put those cuffs on Stanwycz!"
The two men struggle on the mat for a moment,
before they roll apart.
Ketch has managed to close one or the cuffs to Dale’s wrist,
and the other cuff dangles below.
HP: "He’ll wanna be careful with that other cuff there, if that
closes on the ropes or something he’ll be a dead man. I remember one
time I was handcuffed to my letter box. I tell you, I wouldn’t have
minded if I was wearing pants at the time…"
RM: "Uh, okay…"
Both men are circling each other now.
Collar and elbow tie up,
Ketch just shoves the challenger away,
but instead on landing on his back,
Stanwycz is pulled up short,
as his wrist is now handcuffed to Ketch’s!
HP: "What the hell? How did they get cuffed to each-other?!"
RM: "It must have happened when they locked up. Dale’s in serious
trouble now, I reckon."
Stanwycz lashes out a punch with his free hand,
but Ketch catches the blow and yanks Dale towards him,
turning the smaller man inside out with a fearsome clothesline!
HP: "Now how the hell is Dale going to escape Jack?! HA!"
Stanwycz tries to crawl away,
which isn’t easy when you’re handcuffed to a 300 pound psychopath.
Ketch hauls Dale to his feet,
and uses the handcuffs that join them together,
to cinch in a Cobra Clutch on Dale!
RM: "He’s choking the life out of Stanwycz! The referee needs to step
in here, and quick!"
HP: "All legal, asswipe. This is no DQ, remember?!"
Dale drops to his knees,
and Ketch reaches into his pocket and pulls out the key,
taking the cuff from his wrist,
and handcuffing both of Stanwycz’s hands behind his back!
Stanwycz rolls to his knees awkwardly,
struggling against the grogginess of the Cobra Clutch/choke,
and the hampering effect of having his hands cuffed behind him.
As he rises to one knee,
he looks up to see Ketch standing over him,
with a steel chair in hand.
RM: "Oh no... STOP THIS NOW, BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"
Before Stanwycz can even get to his feet,
Ketch blasts him in the face with the steel chair,
completely wiping Dale out!
The crowd gasps, as Stanwycz crumples back to the mat,
blood already beginning to pour,
from an newly opened wound on his head.
The stoically methodical Ketch reaches down,
and yanks Stanwycz to his feet,
shoving him back into the turnbuckle.
The semi-conscious Stanwycz barely registers,
when Ketch picks up the chair again,
slamming it down on the top of his head!
Stanwycz drops like he’s been poleaxed,
a pool of blood forming under his face.
HP: "Now look, Ketch is pulling Stanwycz to his feet. The guy can
barely stand! The idiot should have thrown in the towel while he had
the use of his damn hands!"
With alarming ease,
Ketch hoists Stanwycz high into the air,
and drops him throat-first on the top rope.
As Stanwycz staggers back,
Ketch grabs him by the waist,
and German Suplexes him back into the centre of the ring!
Dale gasps in pain,
as his arms are contorted through his landing,
while still trapped in the cuffs!
RM: "This is brutal! Ketch sets Dale up for another German Suplex-
LOWBLOW BY STANWYCZ!”
The crowd POPS as Ketch staggers backwards,
clutching himself in stunned agony.
HP: "Well I guess Ketch feels pain after all, dammit."
RM: "And so he should! Jack Ketch has invaded the sanctity of the
Stanwycz family!"
HP: "Eh, maybe he wanted to do a damn case study on lunatics!"
Ketch reaches down for the steel chair,
when Stanwycz’s foot slams down on it,
pinning the weapon to the mat!
Ketch looks up in time to be kicked in the face!
Dale follows up with a kick to the midsection and,
hampered by the cuffs as he is,
runs to the ropes and leaps towards the champion.
The crowd explodes as Dale snags his legs around Ketch’s neck,
and tucks his head, flipping Ketch over!
RM: "I don’t believe it! How Dale managed to execute a Hurracanrana
in handcuffs is beyond me!"
As Dale rushes forward to kick the rising Ketch,
the champion grabs Dale around the waist,
and hoists him as high as possible,
before dropping him backwards out of the ring!
The crowd gasps, as Stanwycz crashes to the floor.
Unable to use his arms to protect himself as he falls,
Stanwycz lands heavily on his left arm,
and screams out in pain!
He lies there, his face contorting in pain,
as Ketch methodically makes his way to the outside.
HP: "Dale may well have broken his damn arm!"
RM: "It’s hard to tell at this stage and besides, I don’t think any of
our EMTs are going to come near here while Ketch is still around."
As Dale winces, trying to get back to his feet,
Ketch slides out of the ring,
and methodically makes his way towards his opponent.
Dale gets to one knee,
as Ketch raises the chair above his head…
*! CRACK !*
RM: "This is brutal! How is Stanwycz supposed to defend himself?!"
HP: "Do you really think Ketch gives a damn?!"
More blood soaks into the floor,
as Ketch reaches down and picks up a television cord.
He loops it around Stanwycz’s throat,
and hauls him into the air!
Dale’s feet are swinging as he gasps for air.
The crowd showers Ketch in abuse,
for his calculated dismantling of Stanwycz!
RM: "Ketch is outright trying to kill Dale! Somebody's got to put a
stop to this NOW!"
HP: "No DQ, baby! And besides, Stanwycz knew Ketch was an executioner
going into this, so he can’t blame anyone else if he gets his ass
executed!"
Ketch drops Stanwycz to the floor,
and still keeping the cord around his throat,
steps on the back of Stanwycz’s neck,
yanking backwards until Dale’s face turns purple!
RM: Wait a minute… Ketch has let go of the cable and seems to be
searching for something under the ring…"
Simultaneously, the entire crowd gasp in horror.
Having found his tool of destruction,
Ketch holds it aloft for all the world to see…
An axe!
RM: "He’s gonna kill him! Ketch is going too far!"
Deprived of both oxygen and blood,
with his hands cuffed behind his back,
Stanwycz can barely move,
and is helpless as Ketch approaches him.
With a eerie nonchalance born of a lifetime of routine,
Ketch lines the blade against the back of Stanwycz’s neck,
and raises the axe into the air…
RM: "IT’S CLETUS! YES!!!"
Running faster than he’s ever run in his life,
a horrified and furious Cletus hurdles to ringside,
and slams a hefty pair of bolt cutters into Ketch’s head,
sending him crashing to the floor!
Wasting no time, Cletus takes to the cuffs with the bolt cutters.
Despite their obvious age, the rusty cuffs prove resistant,
and the powerfully hillbilly strains to cut them,
his large shoulders bulging with exertion!
RM: "C’mon Cletus! Dale’s life is depending on you…"
HP: "BAH! Stanwycz should fight his own damn battles!"
RM: "...HE BROKE THE CUFFS!"
The crowd explodes, as Cletus finally cuts through the cuffs!
Dale clambers to his feet,
his face a crimson mask and his eyes full of fire.
Cletus hands him the bolt cutters,
and urges his friend on, before heading to the back.
HP: "The match is meant to be one-on-one, and Dale’s got his damn
hilbilly buddy Cletus to help him out!"
RM: "No DQ, baby!"
HP: "WHAT?!?"
RM: "Stanwycz has the bolt cutters and he’s moving to use them on
Ketch!"
Dale is clearly favouring his left arm,
which hangs loose by his side.
Ketch rises to his feet,
in time to be thumped in the midsection by the heavy bolt cutters!
He doubles over and Dale pounds him across the back,
sending him down to the floor!
He rolls Ketch over on the floor and goes for the pin,
as the referee drops onto the concrete to count the fall:
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
Frustrated by his lack of success,
Dale rolls the groggy Ketch onto the broadcast table,
and heads back into the ring.
HP: "Uh Rich, something tells me that we should get away from this
freaking table… and damn quick!"
RM: "Dale is climbing up to the top rope and he leaps-"
There is an almighty crash,
and Stanwycz Swantons through the air annihilating the table,
as well as Ketch and Rich Manning,
who goes down amongst the chaos!
The crowd roars with approval at the carnage!
HP: "Dammit Rich, you stupid monkey-fluffer! I TOLD you to move! Now
I have to call this whole thing by myself! Uh… Both men are down now…
All three if you count Rich… And I don’t. Wait a minute, there’s some
signs of life!"
Stanwycz rises from the wreckage,
clutching his left arm and wincing in pain.
The crowd begins the infamous chant,
in support of their hero,
while he tries to roll Ketch into the ring.
CROWD: TAKE A LOOK! TAKE A LOOK! TAKE A LOOK!
HP: "Look at Dale struggle to move Ketch. If his left arm isn’t
broken, it sure as hell is going to leave one heck of a bruise!"
Stanwycz going for a cover,
and the referee counts:
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!
The crowd is disappointed that Dale hasn’t won the match,
but also pumped to see that the battle will continue@
HP: "HA! Ketch doesn’t go down that damn easily! Stanwycz is running
out of freaking ideas!"
Dale rises to his feet, frustration showing on his face.
He rolls out of the ring,
and picks up the bolt cutters and the chair,
sliding both weapons into the ring.
As Ketch groggily stands,
Stanwycz throws the chair at him with his right arm.
HP: "Ketch caught the chair! HA!"
Before Ketch can use the chair,
Dale snatches up the bolt cutters with his good arm.
*! CLANG !*
HP: "Stanwycz just hit the chair with the damn bolt cutters! That
chair just smashed back into Ketch’s head- AND KETCH DIDN’T GO DOWN!"
Furious, Stanwycz takes another swing with the bolt cutters,
but Ketch ducks, still holding the chair!
Both men whirl around…
*! WHACK/CLUNK !*
HP: "Holy shit! Both men connected at the same time and now they're
both down! Get up, Manning! You're missing the best damn stuff!"
Stanwycz, having had the chair wrapped around his head,
lies in a pool of blood.
Ketch is also motionless,
and the impact of the bolt cutters,
has shattered one of the lenses in his mask.
HP: "Jesus, there’s blood pissing out of the shattered lens of Ketch,
he could lose a damn eye from this! He may have already lost it!"
Neither man moves and, this being a no DQ match,
the ref can’t even go to a double count-out.
Suddenly, a mixed POP of cheers and boos fills the arena,
as a man few understand but all are wary of,
steps onto the stage…
HP: "It’s REX CREED! What the hell’s he doing here? I don’t see any
crack dealers at ringside!"
Creed walks down to the ring,
with a smug grin on his face.
He’s smug for two reasons.
Firstly, because nobody knows why he’s there except him,
and secondly,
he’s wearing his infamous PLUNDERBOOTS,
which are wrapped in barbed wire,
causing them to catch on the canvas as he steps into the ring.
HP: "Both Dale and Ketch are on their hands and knees and Creed is
just standing between them, grinning."
Creed looks at Dale,
and then raises his barbed boot,
above the beleaguered challenger’s head.
HP: "He’s gonna stomp Stanwycz! YES!"
The crowd boos Creed's prepared action,
when suddenly, Creed turns around,
and slams the deadly boot into Ketch’s skull!
HP: "What the? Creed is kicking the hell out of Ketch with those
Plunderboots! I guess Stanwycz’s investment paid off after all!"
RM: "Wha… What’s going on?"
Rich has extracted his headset from the carnage at ringside,
and is standing next to Hollywood,
who has usurped the time keeper’s seat.
HP: "Welcome back Rich, not that I haven’t been doing just fine
without your nasty slut-boy ass."
Creed continues his brutal stomping of the champion,
as Dale struggles to his feet.
He nods to Creed and rolls out of the ring,
reaching through the apron to drag out a LADDER!
HP: "This is a load of crap! Dale’s gettin’ Creed to do all his work
while he plays handyman at ringside!"
RM: "After the threats Ketch has made on Stanwycz’s family, he
deserves everything he gets!"
The crowd POPS big time at the sight of a ladder,
and the POP even bigger,
when Dale drags out two more!
He sets two of them up on the floor,
near a ring post, and then uses the third ladder,
to make a sort of bridge,
five feet in the air between them!
Sweat and blood runs down Dale’s face,
and onto his muscular, scarred chest.
He’s having to work twice as hard,
to compensate for the fact,
that his left arm is more or less useless.
RM: "What is Stanwycz trying to build here?"
HP: "It's the leaning tower of PLUNDAAAAH! WOO!"
The crowd cheers without warning,
and Stanwycz looks about in confusion to see his wife, Elaine,
walking down the aisle towards ringside!
HP: "Oh, now his wife is here to fight his battles for him?! And what
the hell is that she has in her hands?"
RM: "It’s a giant mirror! She’s handing it to Stanwycz!"
Dale looks a bit surprised,
to see his wife but smiling at her,
he takes the mirror,
and lays it across the ladder bridge.
RM: "I guess Dale isn’t the only Stanwycz interested in defending the
sanctity of their home. Even Elaine wants to see Ketch suffer for his
actions!"
HP: "Dammit, their monkey-faced kid will be out here next! And you
figured that Elemental Disturbance was the gang to worry about?!"
Suddenly, a chorus of boos fills the air,
as all eyes turns towards the entranceway.
HP: "Well this is certainly better than that damn Stanwycz kid!"
RM: "It’s the rest of Elemental Disturbance! The Capitol and Skye
Ashner are making their way to ringside! What were you saying about
gangs, Hollywood?"
Dale and Creed are working over a beleaguered Ketch in the corner,
as The Capitol and Ashner reach Elaine at ringside.
Dale spots them standing over his wife but before he can react,
Creed runs and leaps,
sailing Plunderboots first over the top rope,
to crash down upon Ketch’s stablemates!
RM: "The Apocalypse Match hasn't begun yet, folks! Don't be fooled!"
The crowd cheers as all three men wail on each other,
furiously at ringside, while Elaine takes cover.
A horde of security guards runs down to ringside,
and attempts to haul the brawlers backstage,
resulting in even greater ringside carnage!
Dale, who had been watching on,
turns back to Ketch just in time,
for the monstrous champion to hoist him up onto his shoulders,
and charge at the turnbuckle,
leaping up and launching himself backwards,
to impale the mat with a Death Valley Driver!
RM: "THE WIDOWMAKER! KETCH JUST NAILED STANWYCZ WITH THE WIDOWMAKER!"
HP: "Bye Dale! Thanks for coming out, asshole!"
RM: "The ref moves in for a cover!"
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
RM: "DALE GETS A SHOULDER UP!"
HP: "WHAT?! NO!"
RM: "The referee is signaling for a two-count! This match is still
underway!"
Ketch rises to his feet like an angel of death,
stunned at his own failure.
On the mat, is a blood-soaked, near unconscious Dale,
twitching like a dying fish on land,
barely able to comprehend his surroundings.
And then he hears something...
CROWD: TAKE A LOOK! TAKE A LOOK! TAKE A LOOK! TAKE A LOOK!
RM: "This capacity crowd is behind Stanwycz 100 per cent!"
HP: "Why?"
RM: "I’ll tell you why. Because Ketch went too far when he
transgressed the sanctity of the Stanwycz family home. Because
Elemental Disturbance wants to annihilate everything good about the
DCWL. Because Ketch is a son of a bitch, and these people genuinely
have faith in Stanwycz to take him down!"
Slowly, painfully, Stanwycz rises to his knees.
Ketch fires a boot into his head,
and the challenger doesn’t even register it.
He fires off another,
and still Stanwycz doesn’t drop back to the mat.
Stanwycz stares up through the blood that paints his face,
to stare Jack Ketch in the eyes!
Ketch’s face is completely enclosed by his mask,
except for one of his shattered eye lenses.
Through the shattered glass of the lens,
and the blood that flows from the damaged tissue beneath,
one eye stares back at Stanwycz,
and that eye sees no fear…
RM: "Stanwycz is back to his feet! Ketch goes for a right hand,
Stanwycz blocks it! Stanwycz lashes out with a right of his own! And
another! And another!"
The crowd cheers,
as Dale whips a staggering Ketch to the ropes.
Ketch comes back with a clothesline,
which Dale ducks before running to the ropes himself,
catching Ketch on the return with a flying clothesline,
that takes the champion off his feet!
Not wasting a breath,
Dale whips Ketch into the corner,
catching the bigger man as he staggers out with…
HP: "He sure as hell won’t be able to throw Ketch like tha-"
RM: "T-BONE SUPLEX ON KETCH! You were saying, Hollywood?!"
Stanwycz grabs the battered chair from the mat,
and drops it in the centre on the ring.
As Ketch rises to his feet,
he gives the signal for the Doppelganger DDT,
eliciting a huge POP from the crowd.
He rushes forwards,
but as he grabs Ketch in a front facelock and jumps,
Ketch maneuvers the challenger into a fireman’s carry,
and runs towards the turnbuckle!
HP: "He’s gonna drop Dale onto the chair with the Widowmaker!"
As Ketch leaps into the turnbuckle,
Dale grabs the top rope, stopping Ketch from leaping back!
Ketch tries to jump again,
and Stanwycz spins in mid air,
snatching hold of the champion’s head,
and driving it into the chair on the mat with a DDT,
to an explosive POP from the crowd!
RM: "DOPPELGANGER DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE ONTO A CHAIR! THIS IS
INCREDIBLE! Dale rolls onto Ketch for the cover!"
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
The disappointment on the part of the crowd is palpable.
Dale’s face is filled with disbelief,
as he kneels in the ring, looking down on Ketch,
who lies, breathing heavily, in the middle of the ring.
HP: "Man, look at all that blood running out of Ketch’s mask! That
shattered eye-lens is already leaking blood and broken glass but now
the juice is actually soaking through the mask and into the canvas! He
could have had his damn skull cracked open by that DDT onto the chair!"
RM: "Well I’d say that, at the very least, he’s suffered some sort of
major laceration to his head under there."
Dale looks down at the blood leaking out of Ketch’s mask,
and lunges at it,
desperately trying to remove his disguise!
The crowd POPS,
as Dale manages to get his fingers under the base of the mask,
when Ketch wakes up and begins to struggle!
HP: "He can’t do that, dammit! What right does Stanwycz have to try
and remove Ketch’s freaking mask?!"
RM: "What, you don’t want to see who’s under there?"
HP: "Hmmm ... Good point. Carry on, Dale!"
Ketch shoves Stanwycz away and stands up,
only to find that he can’t see anything!
RM: "Look, Stanwycz has twisted that mask so that none of the
eye-holes match up! Ketch is blind!"
Ketch reaches up to adjust the mask,
just as Dale brings the steel chair crashing down onto it!
Ketch reels and Stanwycz lines up for a couple more!
*! CRACK !*
*! CRACK !*
*! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK !*
HP: "Freaking hell, Dale’s trying to kill Ketch!"
RM: "Can you blame him! The photo album, the picture of Ketch outside
Dale’s house, Creed’s training? You bet Stanwycz is trying to kill
him!"
Stanwycz wails away with the steel chair,
with his face twisted in an unholy rage,
tears streaming down him face.
Blood pours from under Ketch’s mask,
painting his powerful torso red,
and with each strike of the chair,
blood spatters from Ketch’s masked head,
landing on the mat, Dale and the crowd!
Ketch has collapsed into the corner,
nearest the ladder/mirror structure at ringside.
Hurling the chair aside,
Stanwycz hoists the potentially dead Ketch up,
onto the top rope and climbs up.
HP: "He’s gonna Superplex Ketch onto that ladder with the mirror on
it! All the way from the top rope to the floor!"
Stanwycz sets Ketch up for a Superplex to the outside,
and lifts but Ketch grabs the ropes,
and effectively working blind,
jabs the challenger in the throat,
and lifts him onto his shoulders!
RM: "Oh…"
Ketch stands up on the top rope,
with Dale across his shoulders.
RM: "My…"
He turns to face the structure at ringside,
and the fans are wildly cheering for Dale to escape!
RM: "God…"
*! CAR-RAAAAAAASH !*
Ketch drives Stanwycz into the ladder-mirror bridge,
with the Widow Maker death valley driver!
The ladder folds in half upon the impact,
and the mirror shatters into a tsunami of glass shards!
As the ladder in the middle hits the floor,
both of the ladders that were supporting it,
are pulled inwards,
crashing down upon the wreckage!
The crowd is stunned silent by the move,
and everyone in attendance is on their feet in awe.
A referee rushes towards them,
as underneath the ladders and in amongst the glass,
Ketch throws an arm across Stanwycz's chest.
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
**DING DING DING**
PA: "Here is your winner… and STILL DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ...
JAAAAAAAAACK KEEEEEEEETCH!!!"
(The methodical drum beats fill the air, and the crowd boos somewhat
but most are still struck dumb by the carnage.)
RM: "I don’t believe what we’ve just seen here. Neither competitor
could ever be the same after this. We already know that Stanwycz
suffered some sort of injury to his left arm earlier in the match, and
who knows what state Ketch’s head is in under that mask?!"
HP: "And they could both be a hundred times worse after that finish
through a ladder and a mirror from the top freaking rope!"
(Tears running down her face, Elaine Stanwycz rushes forwards to try
and see her husband. As she reaches the scene of destruction, the
ladders rise up and Ketch lunges towards her, his mask in tatters and
his body painted red with blood! Various pieces of mirror puncture his
battered body and nothing but blood runs from his shattered eye lens.
He wraps a powerful hand around her throat, causing her to gasp for
air!)
RM: "This is uncalled for!"
HP: "HA! And here come Cappy and Ashner again!"
(Ketch’s stablemates surround Elaine as Ketch’s grip on her throat
tightens. Suddenly, a huge face POP erupts as Rex Creed, Guido the
Great, and Cousin Cletus storm down the entrance way! The Capitol and
Ashner grab Ketch and pull him away from Elaine. Ketch seems suddenly
very weak and his stablemates have to help him over the barricade as
they make their escape through the crowd. Cletus immediately begins to
pulls ladders off the broken body of Dale Stanwycz, as Guido attends to
Elaine.)
RM: "I cannot believe what Elemental Disturbance attempted to do just
now! You can bet that Dale Stanwycz has by no means resolved his issue
with the faction!"
HP: "But who the hell is gonna help his ass?! Cletus and Guido the
greaking Great?! HA! Stanwycz would be better off to count his damn
losses and turn the other cheek like Cameron Williams!"
RM: "Speaking of Cameron, he's apparently standing by at the Elemental
Disturbance dressing room, and is waiting for them to arrive for a
remark! Take it away, Cameron Williams!"
(We quickly cut to a shot of Cameron Williams sitting in front of the
Elemental Disturbance locker room, in his wheelchair. With a slight
look of uneasiness on his face, he knocks on the door. A few tense
moments pass before Mistress Dandelion appears from the other side,
half-dressed in her gear, causing Cameron to turn his head to avoid
looking at the cleavage and other freely available skin.)
CAMERON: "I'm very sorry, ma'am ... I've caught you at a bad time."
(Dandelion smirks, jetting her breasts a little further forward
teasingly. Suddenly, The Capitol turns the corner of the hallway,
heading towards the dressing room. He spots Williams, and rolls his
eyes.)
The Capitol: "Ahh, yes, you must be here to interview us."
(Cameron slowly nods, still not trying to look up at Dandelion's
perfect body.)
The Capitol: "Perfect, come on in..."
(The Capitol looks up and down the hallway before starting to lead
Cameron into the locker room. Cameron opens his mouth to speak.)
CAMERON: "..."
(... but words don't come out. Instead, The Capitol's elbow goes in.
A swift elbow to the mouth of Cameron leaves him dazed. Two more quick
shots leave him out cold. As The Capitol closes the door behind him,
we can see Mistress Dandelion in the background licking her lips...)
(The camera cuts back to the broadcast table.)
RM: "Will the travesties never end?! Now they're attacking poor
Cameron Williams! What on earth could they be doing to him?!"
HP: "Maybe if he's lucky, Mistress Dandelion will take his damn
virginity! HA HAAA!!!"
RM: "This isn't funny at all, Hollywood! Elemental Disturbance is
sinking to new lows on this evening! What could they have in store for
the Apocalypse Match?!"
HP: "Victory, dammit! VICTORY!"
RM: "We'll see about that ... let's head to the ring for the biggest
match in DCWL history!"
**DING DING DING**
PA: "It is now time for the APOCALYPSE MATCH!!! Thirty competitors
enter, and the last man standing earns a Grand Championship Match at a
date of their choosing! Elimination may occur by pinfall, submission,
or being thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the arena
floor! Any reigning Champion entering as a competitor will be
defending their Championship, with title changes occuring by pinfall or
submission only! A title loss will NOT count as an elimination from
the Apocalypse Match! The wrestlers drawing entry numbers one and two
will begin the match, with a new entry joining the match every THREE
minutes!"
(The crowd roars in excitement of the massive match!)
PA: "And now ... let us all find out who drew NUMBER ONE!"
(The crowd waits with anticipation as over the intercom you suddenly
begin to hear what sounds like a banjo strumming. The sound suddenly
gets louder as you hear the clanging of cymbals and then what sounds
like a marching band with trumpets and trombones begins playing over
the loudspeakers with the words “Rocky Top” mixed in and you then
recognize the song as Rocky Top Tennessee. Out from the back steps
Cousin Cletus and he holds his arms up in the air and the crowd begins
to cheer loudly!)
PA: "The number one draw ... hailing from Mulfreesboro, Tennessee ...
here is COUSIN CLEEEEEEEETUS!!!"
(Cletus comes to the ring wearing a straw hat and a pair of blue
overalls. He doesn't wear any type of shirt underneath the overalls
but he does wear a red pair of wrestling shorts that you can see the
top of. On the front of the overalls there is a picture of the
Confederate flag and there is one pocket where you usually see some
strings of straw. He is also barefoot and Cletus has a piece of straw
in his hat and in his mouth. Cletus' forehead is wrapped in bandages
from his burn injuries at the hands of Jack Ketch. In his hand he is
carrying the lead pipe that he was assigned for the Apocalypse match.)
RM: "Cousin Cletus has a LONG night ahead of him!"
HP: "That's IF he can make it past whoever the hell drew the number
two spot! He could have a very SHORT night if he can't survive these
first three damn minutes!"
RM: "At least he's got that lead pipe to give him an edge in this true
test of endurance!"
(He walks towards the ring and shakes hands with every member of the
crowd that he possibly can. Cletus gets to the ring and grabs the top
ring rope and pulls himself up to the ring apron and turns around and
looks at the crowd and smiles. He then holds his hat as he climbs under
the top rope and into the ring. He then walks over and shakes the
referee’s hand and then proceeds to hang his hat on the corner of the
ringpost. He then stands there and waits for his opponent and while he
waits, he does some stretching.)
PA: "And now ... the wrestler who drew NUMBER TWO for the Apocalypse
Match ..."
(The lights go out as the eerie Gregorian chants start up. The floor
opens up near the entrance way and two beams of light shine out in the
formation of a V. One light is red and a green. A thick mist rises
out of the floor as a platform raises the Vindicator about 3 feet over
the floor.)
PA: "The number two draw ... from the Unknown Parts of New Jersey ...
here is THE VINDICATOOOOOOOOR!!!"
(Vindy looks to the crowd and gives the V symbol to the crowd before
hopping off. He is wearing gold vinyl pants with forest green and
maroon V's down the side. His hair is braided back and he's got the
steel chain wrapped around his fist.)
HP: "YES! Steel chain against the damn lead pipe!"
RM: "We're about to begin! I can't wait!"
**DING DING DING**
Vindy slides under the bottom rope,
and the two collide in the middle of the ring!
Cletus swings the lead pipe at Vindy's head,
but Vindy ducks it,
and takes Cletus down to the mat with a double leg trip.
Vindy moves into position quickly, straddling Cletus' waist,
and attempts to nail him in the face with the steel chain,
but Cletus turns the tides,
flipping Vindy onto his back.
Cletus attempts to smash the lead pipe into Vindy's head,
but Vindy blocks it, turning Cletus over onto his back,
and then smashes his chain-wrapped fist,
into the bandaged forehead of Cletus,
causing a red stain to begin growing underneath the bandage,
as the flesh beneath it begins bleeding!
HP: "This night has been a Plunderweight fan's freaking dream! GIMMIE
MORE BLOOD, BABY!"
Cletus drops the lead pipe to the mat,
as he attempts to cover up,
but the Vindicator is unrelenting,
nailing Cletus several times in the top of the head with the chain.
Vindy acts quickly, grabbing the lead pipe from the mat,
and begins choking Cousin Cletus with it,
as some jeering can be heard from the crowd.
Cletus is fighting for air,
as Vindy headbutts Cletus in the forehead,
and then begins ripping away at the bandage,
revealing the messy fleshy soup beneath it!
The blood is pouring freely from Cletus' charred forehead
as the Vindicator finally stands up from the mat,
and pulls Cletus to his feet.
RM: "The Vindicator is pulling no punches in the early stages of this
match, but he'll need to pace this intensity if he has any hope of
lasting the full 90 minutes until the 30th entry emerges!"
Vindy drops the lead pipe to the ground,
grabs Cletus, and tosses him over the top rope.
The Vindicator turns around, flexing to the crowd,
not seeing Cletus land on the apron,
and slide back in under the bottom rope!
Cletus crawls over to the lead pipe, picks it up,
and gets to his feet.
Vindy turns around,
and Cletus blasts him with the lead pipe,
sending Vindy back into the corner,
but the bloody Cletus falls to the mat.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Krackerjak sprints down the runway,
with a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants?
Krackerjak slides into the ring under the bottom rope,
and leaps onto Vindy who is in the corner.
Krackerjak nails Vindy in the midsection with a shoulderblock,
then climbs onto the second rope.
Krackerjak nails him in the top of the head with a fist ...
The crowd chants: "ONE!"
Krackerjak counts: "ONE!"
Krackerjak nails him with another fist ...
The crowd chants: "TWO!"
Krackerjak counts: "TWO!"
The crowd chants: "THREE!"
Krackerjak counts: "THREE!"
The crowd chants: "FOUR!"
Krackerjak counts: "FOUR!"
Cletus is getting to his feet,
approaching Krackerjak from behind.
HP: "KrackerJak hasn't made many damn friends since signing his
freaking contract to wrestle, so Ol' Panzerotti is REAL interested in
seeing who his ass chooses as a partner!"
Krackerjak senses something wrong
and he steps onto the top-rope,
kicking off the top of Vindy's head,
moonsaulting backwards onto Cletus!
Krackerjak begins punching Cletus in his burnt forehead,
ripping the bandage completely off Cousin Cletus' head!
Cletus tries to cover up his forehead,
and Krackerjak knees him in the top of the head.
Krackerjak rolls over onto his back,
and nips up to his feet.
RM: "Cousin Cletus bleeding so early into this match is not a good
sign. He'll need medical attention if he hopes to have any long-term
energy in this massive match!"
He grabs the loose lead pipe,
and sprints at the Vindicator in the corner.
Vindy ducks a wilds swing by Krackerjak
and Krackerjak spins around, his back hitting the turnbuckle.
Vindy nails Krackerjak hard with his chain-wrapped fist,
sending Krackerjak hard down onto the mat,
a small bit of blood coming from his mouth.
Cletus gets to his feet,
and leaps onto Vindy's back, gouging his eyes from behind.
Vindy stumbles backwards,
and Krackerjak gets to his feet,
and sprints at the two,
spearing Vindy,
sending Cletus and Vindicator back into the opposite turnbuckle!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
From the curtains, emerges Buster Brown!
Buster Brown slides into the ring,
and tackles Krackerjak to the ground,
as Vindy falls against the top rope,
while Cletus collapses in the turnbuckles.
Buster attempts to pummel Krackerjak,
but Krackerjak rolls Brown over,
and slams Brown's head hard into the canvas!
Krackerjak acts quickly,
seeing a pair of scissors in the waistband of Brown,
and he pulls them out!
HP: "Freaking Buster Brown ... who said this idiot could enter the
damn match?!"
Krackerjak begins driving the scissors into the forehead of Brown,
then opens them up,
cutting into the face of Buster Brown,
causing immediate blood to run down Brown's face!
Krackerjak raises the scissors high above his head,
going to drive them hard into the head of Brown,
but Cletus, now to his feet, kicks Krackerjak hard in the head,
sending Krackerjak to his back,
and the scissors skidding across the canvas!
RM: "The scissors are open for play ... but will anyone notice?"
Vindy immediately attack Cletus again,
the two ending up in the corner, trading blows.
Krackerjak gets to his feet,
and goes to grab Cletus from behind,
as Cletus dominates Vindy in the corner,
but Brown leaps onto Krackerjak's back,
locking on a sleeperhold!
In the corner, Vindy gets the better of Cletus,
with a kick to the groin,
then tearing at the burnt flesh on Cletus' forehead,
causing even more blood to flow down Cletus' face!
Brown, against the ropes, wrenches the sleeper on Krackerjak tightly.
The Vindicator, seeing an opportunity,
sprints at the two, arm outstretched,
but Krackerjak drops down into a jawbreaker,
breaking the sleeper, then rolls away,
and Vindy nails Buster Brown with a devastating clothesline,
sending him over the top-rope, to the arena floor!
PA: "BUSTER BROWN has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Buster Brown staggers towards the backstage area,
with a great look of disappointment on his face.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Rex Creed, carrying an aluminum baseball bat in hand,
approaches ringside with a slow limp,
before sliding under the bottom rope.
Creed takes aim at Cletus, who is in the corner, bleeding,
but Krackerjak nails Creed from behind,
sending him into the ropes!
Creed turns around, as Krackerjak charges with a clothesline,
but Creed counters with a beautiful backdrop,
sending Krackerjak over the top rope!
HP: "Kracker is already out! In-freaking-credible!"
Krackerjak lands safely on his feet on the apron.
Creed comes mid-ring, arms and bat raised in the air.
Krackerjak attempts to take advantage,
springboarding off the top-rope,
and executing a picture-perfect dropkick,
but Creed spins around just in time,
and nails Krackerjak hard in the face with a homerun swing,
smashing his nose and causing blood to splash all over his face!
HP: "YES! I feel sorry for the bastard whose ass is gonna have to
clean up all this damn blood! HA!"
Creed straddles Krackerjak, choking him with the baseball bat,
as the Vindicator pulls Cousin Cletus up to his feet.
Vindicator attempts to Irish whip Cletus,
but Cletus reverses the attempt!
Cletus ducks his head for a back bodydrop,
but Vindicator stops short, tucks Cletus' head,
and nails Cousin Cletus with Total Vindication!
After delivering the double underhook piledriver,
The Vindicator covers Cletus,
and the referee counts:
ONE!
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TWO ...
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THRE-
SHOULDER UP!
The Vindicator appears awestricken,
but quickly responds, pulling Cousin Cletus to his feet.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Vindicator tucks Cletus' head for another Total Vindication,
but Creed nails The Vindicator across the face,
with a swing of the baseball bat,
sending The Vindicator back into the ropes!
Suddenly, a loud jeer is heard throughout the crowd,
as Skye Ashner slowly struts out from the back!
Cletus collapses to the mat, rolling to the ropes,
and a bloody Krackerjak gets to his feet,
grabbing the discarded scissors as he stands up.
Ashner stops in the aisle, mouthing off to some fans,
obviously delaying his entry into the ring.
HP: "Ashner's a damn genius! Why the heck would you run your ass to
the ring, when you know you've got a big freaking fight ahead of you?!"
RM: "And let's not forget that Skye Ashner is now the holder of BOTH
Tag Team Championship belts! If someone can pin him, they become the
new Champions!"
In the ring, Krackerjak approaches Creed from behind,
driving the scissors into his forehead!
Creed spins around,
stabbing Krackerjak in the gut with the baseball bat,
and then with a golf-swing, nails Krackerjak across the face,
sending him hard to the mat, bloodier than before!
Skye Ashner cautiously climbs the ring steps,
when the camera notices his right boot,
which is wrapped in duct tape.
RM: "What's with the duct tape ... and where is his weapon?"
Ashner sees his opening, pouncing to the top rope,
and leaping with a flying dropkick,
nailing Creed in the side of the head!
Creed crumbles to the canvas with unusual force,
as Ashner nips back up to his feet,
and dashes towards The Vindicator,
delivering a right-footed superkick to the chin,
causing Vindy to fall through the middle ropes,
down to the arena floor, looking completely stunned!
Ashner then places his right boot onto the top rope,
showing off his Apocalypse weapon draw,
with the brass knuckles attached to his boot with duct tape!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
A surprised cheer bursts out from the crowd,
as Commission Damon emerges from the backstage area,
wearing his old 'Lethal' tight wrestling pants,
and carrying a boomerang in his hands!
Ashner looks on in shock, but then turns to a grin,
as he begins excitedly rubbing his hands together.
However, his look suddenly turns to one of grief,
as Cousin Cletus rolls him up from behind for a pinfall!
The referee counts:
ONE!
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TWO
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KICKOUT BY SKYE ASHNER!
RM: "Skye Ashner needs to have all of his attention in the ring! He
almost was pinned by Cousin Cletus!"
HP: "Why the hell didn't Cletus just dump his ass over the top rope
instead of going for the damn pin?!"
RM: "Maybe Cletus would like to get his hands on Ashner's Tag Team
Championships!"
Damon reaches the ringside area,
and walks around to where The Vindicator is recovering,
slowly helping Vindy up to his feet,
and patting him on the back!
They share a quick handshake,
before both sliding into the ring together.
Cousin Cletus is standing there,
curiously looking at Damon standing beside Vindy,
right before he's nailed with a double punch,
knocking Cletus down to the canvas!
Vindicator rakes the eyes of Skye Ashner,
and then whips him into the ropes,
as Vindy and Damon deliver a double clothesline on the rebound!
HP: "Dilweed Damon is The Vindicator's freaking partner?! What the
hell is up with that?"
RM: "Maybe they've formed a bond with all of that sushi The
Vindicator's been sharing with Damon lately!"
Damon and Vindicator share a brief high five,
only to see KrackerJak diving towards them from the top rope,
and nailing them with a double faceplant!
Kracker's bleeding seems to have subsided,
as he lands a double foot stomp to Vindy's stomach,
and then jumps over to Damon with the same attack!
Both men are clutching their stomachs in pain,
as KrackerJak wags his tongue in the air,
with a rush of adrenaline pushing him onwards!
Rex Creed comes from behind,
slamming the aluminum baseball bat into Kracker's left leg,
taking him down to the canvas once again!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Dez Carter emerges from the backstage area,
wearing the flame retardant jacket,
and slapping hands with the few fans extending them.
Carter jogs to the ring,
and climbs the turnbuckles with one foot on the top rope,
throwing his arms into the air,
only to be nailed in the gut with Creed's baseball bat,
knocking Carter from the outer turnbuckles,
down to the arena floor with a nasty thud!
HP: "Wait ... does that mean this new punk is eliminated?! What a
freaking putz!"
RM: "No, the referee's aren't calling for an elimination ... probably
because Dez Carter hasn't even entered the ring yet!"
Creed turns back towards the ring,
only to be met with a series of punches from Cousin Cletus,
followed by a knee to the gut,
causing Creed to finally drop the baseball bat!
Cletus grabs one of the legs of Creed,
and begins trying to dump him over the top rope,
when Ashner comes from behind Cletus,
nailing him with a low blow!
Creed is safely back into the ring,
but falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath.
Carter begins recover on the floor,
as Ashner charges into the ropes,
dropping down into a baseball slide,
soaring underneath the bottom rope,
and smashing his feet into the face of Dez Carter!
Carter crumbles to the floor,
as the loaded boot of Ashner strikes him.
In the ring, KrackerJak struggles to his feet,
as Vindicator and Damon charge in with a double clothesline,
but Kracker drops and pulls down the top rope!
Both Vindy and Damon are unable to stop themselves,
and their momentum sends them over the top rope!
Damon crashes onto the floor first,
and Vindicator manages to land on top of his partner,
without letting his feet touch the floor!
PA: "JT DAMON has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
The Vindicator leaps off of Damon's body,
and onto the ring apron,
before rolling back into the ring.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Suddenly, the arena lights black out,
and the crowd roars in surprised excitement!
The television screen blinks the words "GOGGLE-CAM",
as a green glowing light fills the screen,
partially covered by the scraggly hair of KrackerJak,
revealing the item that was bulging from his tights earlier.
The infared goggles begin picking up a figure,
making its way towards the ring.
The figure is lacking detail from the Night Vision Goggle-cam,
but appears to be an athletic Caucasian man,
with long, straight, black hair that comes to his upper back,
and seems to be perpetually wet.
The individual is not overly muscular,
but has well-toned muscles for a cruiserweight.
RM: "It's hard to make out ... but I'd swear that looks like..."
HP: "Dude, those Night Vision Goggles rock some major ass!"
RM: "CELESTIAL WARRIOR! MY GOSH! CELESTIAL WARRIOR HAS ARRIVED IN
THE DCWL!!!"
No crowd reaction can be heard, however,
as the arena is in complete darkness,
with the Goggle-cam only visible by the home audience,
and on the monitors of the commentators.
Celestial Warrior slides into the ring,
waving his arms to find the closest foe in the match.
Rex Creed takes a wild swing into the air,
which the Warrior ducks underneath,
before countering with a hip toss,
sending Creed over the top rope to the floor!
HP: "HA! Rex Creed is out of the damn match! Sucks to be his ass!
Who the hell is this Warrior monkey humper, anyways?"
RM: "Celestial Warrior is a former WWA World Champion, and one of the
greatest heroes in the history of the sport!"
HP: "What the hell?! Creed is sliding back into the damn ring!"
Indeed, Rex Creed re-enters the ring,
but most everyone is clinging to the nearest rope,
to avoid carelessly being thrown out of the ring.
Everyone, except KrackerJak, who can see just fine!
Kracker spins Celestial Warrior around,
and kicks the surprise entrant in the groin,
doubling him over onto the canvas.
KrackerJak begins laughing hysterically to himself,
as he runs around the ring,
kicking and slapping all of the startled wrestlers,
who are unable to defend themselves in the darkness!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
With the timer horn blowing,
the arena lights suddenly return in full,
as the Goggle-cam cuts to another live camera.
BadBoy JC Blake begins sauntering down the aisle,
holding a marajuana cigarette in his fingers!
In the ring, Celestial Warrior is on his feet,
and staring down KrackerJak,
who still hasn't realized that the lights are back up!
Kracker is darting around the ring,
slapping The Vindicator and Cousin Cletus in the face,
without a care in the world.
KrackerJak spins around aimlessly,
and comes face to face with Celestial Warrior.
As the Warrior eyes him up and down,
it slowly begins to dawn on Kracker,
that the arena lights have returned to full power!
HP: "You know, I've seen some damn stupid idiots in Apocalypse
Matches, but wow ... this may damn well take the freaking cake!"
RM: "I'd say running away is the safest option for KrackerJak right
about now!"
On the floor, JC Blake reaches ringside,
noticing Ashner and Dez Carter on the floor.
Blake approaches them, shoving Ashner out of the way,
and sticking the lit end of his cigarette into Carter's arm,
creating a sick hissing sound as it burns Carter's flesh,
bringing about a loud scream of pain!
Ashner is standing off to the side, laughing at the sight,
when JC Blake spins around,
drilling Ashner in the face with a hard right punch,
sending Skye to the floor in a heap!
RM: "BadBoy JC Blake is now in the Apocalypse Match, but let's not
forget that he's also the Plunderweight Champion!"
HP: "HELL YEAH! The new king of freaking PLUNDAH is in the game now!"
RM: "But it also means that the title is on the line, and a lot of
people may be gunning for Blake now!"
As JC Blake slides into the ring,
we find Celestial Warrior backing KrackerJak into a corner,
punishing Bedrock's friend with a series of chops and kicks!
Rex Creed pounces on Blake,
attacking with the dropped boomerang,
slashing away with it onto Blake's neck and back!
On the floor, Ashner slowly starts rising up,
but is decked by a wild right from Dez Carter!
The 250-pounder tosses Ashner back into the ring,
and then Carter climbs onto the apron,
finally entering the match for the first time!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
James Cunningham emerges from the back,
carrying a small flame thrower in his hands,
to a nice pop from the crowd!
In the ring, Carter goes to follow up on Ashner,
but is knocked aside by a shot from the aluminum baseball bat,
now in the hands of The Vindicator!
Rex Creed charges in from behind Celestial Warrior,
but the Warrior senses him coming,
and quickly spins out of the corner with a crescent kick,
knocking the boomerang out of Creed's hands,
and sending the item out into the crowd!
Cunningham enters the ring,
and tries to get attention by firing the flame thrower up in the air,
but greeted by a spearing headbutt from Cousin Cletus!
The flame thrower falls to the mat,
as Cunningham collapses back-first onto the canvas!
HP: "Free Souvenir! And with the prices the damn DCWL is charging for
merchandise you gotta take whatever the hell you can get!"
RM: "Rex Creed was eliminated by Celestial Warrior a few minutes ago,
but he's still fighting like nothing happened!"
HP: "The referees couldn't see a damn thing when the lights went out,
and hell, if the didn't see it, anything is legal!"
Cousin Cletus kicks the flame thrower out to the concrete floor,
but is seen breathing heavily,
showing the wear of having entered the match first,
as he approaches JC Blake.
Blake lashes out with a rake to the eyes,
and then rams his shoulder into Cletus' gut,
smashing him into the corner.
The Vindicator goes to nail Ashner with the bat,
but Dez Carter yanks it away from behind,
allowing Ashner to continue rising up from the canvas.
Carter goes for a swing to Vindy's midsection,
but Vindy jumps out of the way,
and Carter winds up bashing Ashner in the gut with it!
Ashner doubles over in pain,
as Vindy strikes Carter with a high knee,
knocking him towards the ropes!
RM: "Dez Carter is having a difficult time in the ring, as he's got no
DCWL acquaintances whatsoever!"
The Vindicator turns back to Ashner, still doubled over,
and quickly capitalizes, applying a standing headscissors,
followed up by a double underhook piledriver,
nailing Total Vindication on Ashner!
Vindy hooks a leg for the pin,
and a referee on the outside counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
PA: "Your NEEEEEW DCWL Tag Team Championship holder ... THE
VINDICAAAAATOOOOOOOOR!!!"
The Vindicator has no time to celebrate,
as Dez Carter rams the thick end of the bat down,
right into The Vindicator's spine,
making him roll off of Ashner's body, groaning in agony.
Carter is spun around from behind,
and greeted with a kick to the gut by Cunningham,
followed by a knee lift,
that allows Cunningham to snatch the baseball bat away from Carter!
Ashner rolls the opposite direction,
rolling out to the floor and resting on his knees,
trying to collect himself after being knocked silly.
RM: "Remember, Skye Ashner may have just lost his Tag Team
Championships, but he's still in this match. If he gets pinned now
that he's no longer a Champion, he'll be eliminated from the Apocalypse
Match!"
HP: "HA! Ashner just won both damn titles last night, and now he's
got neither of the bastards!"
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
A rather large figure appears,
in long red shorts over white latex tights,
with the word "BUBBLES" across the front,
and a blue vest upon his back.
He is also sporting a particularly funky rainbow coloured tie,
and bright red boots.
The man has applied a terrible attempt at clown makeup,
which appears to already be running down his face slightly.
His hair is a bright blue afro,
with a sizable bald patch at the back.
The large WWA fanbase within the DCWL audience gives a recognition pop,
as Rich Manning freaks out behind the broadcast table.
RM: "BUBBLES THE CLOWN has arrived in the DCWL! Another WWA veteran
has come to the DCWL! INCREDIBLE!!!"
HP: "I knew a chick named Bubbles once ... she gave great h..."
RM: "...DON'T EVEN GO THERE, HOLLYWOOD!"
HP: "Why the hell not?! We're on freaking PAY PER VIEW! I can say
whatever the freaking hell I want, dammit!"
RM: "Fine, then ... say it."
HP: "Bubbles gave great hugs ... that's all."
RM: "Hugs?! That's it?"
HP: "Yeah, that's it, you idiotic twit."
RM: "Well, my apologies ... you can talk all you want about hugs!"
HP: "Good ... because when she hugged Ol' Panzerotti's pepperoni poker
with her juicy lips, baby ... HOO-WEE!"
RM: "..."
Bubbles is carrying the roped noose in his gloved hands,
as KrackerJak gets a grin on his face,
while his old YOBFBOY stablemate makes his way down the aisle,
making it pretty clear that the two are partners in this match!
Celestial Warrior stops his stomping of Rex Creed for a moment,
recognizing one of his old WWA foes,
before spinning around with a back elbow to Kracker's face,
knocking him back into the corner!
Meanwhile, James Cunningham has the aluminum bat,
and tries to slam it down onto the prone Dez Carter,
but Carter quickly spins into a leg sweeep,
taking Cunningham off of his feet!
HP: "Why the hell would Jess Bollinger send his damn partner out here
for so long? At least Bollinger has a few allies he could work with,
but Carter is a freaking loner in this damn match."
RM: "... hugs?"
JC Blake hoists Cousin Cletus onto the second turnbuckle,
and then powers the big country boy over his head,
delivering a Northern Lights suplex into a pinning position,
as a referee from the floor counts:
ONE
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TWO
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CLETUS BRINGS THE SHOULDER UP!
Blake looks up at the referee,
shouting explitives as he argues the count.
Meanwhile, Bubbles enters the ring,
and immediately attacks Celestial Warrior,
with a powerful forearm to the back of the neck!
On the other side of the ring,
Dez Carter is kneeling on top of Cunningham's body,
trying to force the baseball bat across his throat!
Suddenly, The Vindicator comes from behind,
yanking up Carter by his hair,
and hurling him over the top rope!
HP: "See what I mean, Manning?! The idiot is being fed to the damn
wolves, while Bollinger sits backstage, probably filling his ass with
the Supercard buffet food!"
RM: "... I'll never think of a hug the same way again."
Carter hangs onto the top rope,
keeping himself on the ring apron.
The Vindicator goes for a punch to finish the elimination,
but Carter ducks the attempt,
and responds with a punch of his own,
sending Vindy staggering backwards.
Suddenly, Skye Ashner yanks on Carter's ankles from the floor,
tripping him up, and causing him to fall to the concrete!
PA: "DEZ CARTER has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Celestial Warrior is trapped in the corner,
being assaulted by both Bubbles and KrackerJak,
as Rex Creed lays nearby, clinging to the ropes,
but obviously out of gas to keep fighting at full tilt.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd gives a mildly strong pop,
as Simon Anders, personal trainer to Tawny Blake,
emerges in a white tank top and silver track pants,
and begins jogging towards the ring,
carrying the Jar of Peanut Butter in his left hand.
Spotting Skye Ashner on the floor,
Simon charges in behind the former Tag Champion,
and smashes the glass jar over Skye's head,
sending Ashner down to the concrete,
with creamy peanut butter oozing through his hair,
mixing with some of the blood that trickles out,
from where the peanut butter jar struck him.
RM: "Sorry, I zoned out for a moment ... what did I miss? Where did
Dez Carter go? And hey, there's Simon! Wow, he really did a number on
Ashner!"
HP: "Carter headed out for the parking lot, said something about
wanting to give you a hug after the show."
RM: "..."
Simon begins kicking the felled Ashner,
all the while cussing him out for treating Tawny so badly!
In the ring, JC Blake has Cletus up against the ropes,
attempting to dump him over the top rope.
Suddenly, JC Blake is rolled up from behind!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
JC Blake kicks out a half-second too late,
quickly leaping up to his feet,
coming face to face with a groggy Rex Creed!
PA: "Your NEEEEEW DCWL Plunderweight Champion ... REX CREEEEEED!!!"
On the other side of the ring,
Bubbles and KrackerJak dump Celestial Warrior's body over the top,
and laugh together as they turn their attention to center ring.
However, the Warrior lands on the floor with only one foot,
holding onto the bottom rope to keep balance,
before pulling himself back into the ring!
HP: "Two freaking feet on the damn floor ... what a stupid ass rule!
As far as Ol' Panzerotti is concerned, the freaking Cell-bitch Warrior
is out of this damn match!"
RM: "... Hollywood, I hate you AND your hugs!"
HP: "Good, cuz you sure as hell ain't getting any from me!"
JC Blake is still staring in shock,
as Rex Creed barely has enough energy to raise an arm!
Suddenly, KrackerJak nails Creed with a low dropkick to the head,
and jumps on top of him for a pinfall!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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JC Blake moves in to break the pinfall,
but is knocked aside by a jumping clothesline from Bubbles!
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THREE!!!
PA: "Your NEEEEEW DCWL Plunderweight Champion ... KRACKERJAAAAAAK!!!"
JC Blake is enraged over losing his title,
and begins wailing on the head of Bubbles with punches!
KrackerJak quickly moves in for the save,
and Blake soon finds himself on the wrong end of a double team!
Bubbles takes his noose, and wraps it around Blake's neck,
pulling the rope to its maximum tightness,
immediately causing JC Blake to gasp for air!
RM: "Not only has BadBoy JC Blake lost the Plunderweight Championship,
his hopes to even stay in this match at all are in jeopardy right now!"
HP: "Damn straight! Hopefully Blake's freaking partner will be the
next one out to the ring to lend him a damn hand!"
KrackerJak and Bubbles use the noose,
to hurl Blake's body over the top rope!
However, they don't release the noose from their grip,
instead hanging onto it to literally hang Blake from the top rope!
Blake's face is turning red from the lack of oxygen,
as he helplessly kicks his feet to try and save himself.
KrackerJak glances over his shoulder,
to see Celestial Warrior charging at him!
Kracker dives out of the way,
and the Warrior nails Bubbles,
with a superkick to the back of the head,
knocking him over the top rope to the floor,
taking JC Blake with him in the process!
PA: "BUBBLES THE CLOWN and BADBOY JC BLAKE have been eliminated from
the Apocalypse Match!"
KrackerJak slams his fists to the canvas in frustration,
having lost his partner in the match far too early!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd explodes into wild cheers,
as Tawny Blake runs down the aisle,
with a Whole Roast Chicken under her arm.
She looks down at the prepared meat,
and shrugs her shoulders, tossing it into the crowd,
where a few fans fight over the drumsticks!
Tawny spots Simon beating on Skye Ashner,
and quickly joins him, throwing Skye back into the ring,
while both of them follow him as well.
RM: "Tawny Blake entered right after Simon! They had back-to-back
numbers - what luck!"
HP: "It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than luck to win this damn
match, but this sure don't hurt their freaking chances!"
Rex Creed is in a daze, staggering to his feet,
when Tawny and Simon grab him from behind,
and charge with Creed in-tow towards the ropes,
hurling him over the top rope!
Creed desperately grasps onto the top rope,
but a double kick from Simon and Tawny,
force him to release his grip,
and crumble to the concrete floor!
PA: "REX CREED has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Tawny and Simon don't stop there,
turning their attention back to the bloody and dazed Ashner.
They whip him into the ropes,
and Tawny catches Skye on the rebound with a backdrop,
sending him soaring down onto the knee of Simon Anders!
HP: "DAMN! Now that was a freaking cruel double team move, if Ol'
Panzerotti ever saw one!"
RM: "I think you can count Skye Ashner out of this match now, folks!"
Simon hooks a leg for the pin,
as Tawny cautiously looks out for interference,
and is joined by The Vindicator at her side,
while the outside referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
PA: "SKYE ASHNER has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
The ring is briefly actionless,
with many wrestlers waiting for the next big move,
as Simon, Tawny, and The Vindicator stand center ring,
while Ashner slowly rolls out to the floor.
James Cunningham has the aluminum bat in his hands still,
ready to strike with the slightest provocation.
KrackerJak is slumped in a corner,
with Celestial Warrior standing over him,
their continued fight on pause as a calm sweeps over the ring.
Cousin Cletus is on his hands and knees near the opposite corner,
trying to catch his breath and regain some strength.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The peacefulness is broken up,
as Jess Bollinger runs down the aisle,
with a small canister in his right hand,
which he throws over the top rope and into the ring from a distance.
Quickly, the ring begins filling with smoke,
and the sounds of coughing and wheezing can be heard,
as Bollinger rubs his hands together on the floor,
looking for the best spot to strike once the smoke clears.
RM: "It almost seemed like this match came to a standstill once Creed
and Ashner were eliminated!"
HP: "But now the freaking Outlaw ... or Jess whatever, has filled the
damn ring with tear gas! The field is freaking level now, I do
believe!"
RM: "Hey, what happened to all the weapons, anyways? The Vindicator
had a steel chain, but it's nowhere to be seen now ... and Cletus
entered with a lead pipe too!"
HP: "The damn humanoids probably snatched 'em up the first chance they
got! Besides, that ain't the big deal ... Cletus and the damn
Vindicator have now been in the freaking ring for nearly 45 minutes!"
RM: "And while Vindy looks worn down, he isn't showing much sign of
slowing down ... I guess it's all about conditioning and pacing!"
Bollinger walks around ringside,
and spots the small flame thrower on the concrete floor!
Jess gets a sadistic grin on his face,
as he aims at the first body visible through the smoke,
which turns out to be Cousin Cletus!
*! WHOOOOSH !*
A long and slender flame soars out from the flame thrower,
setting part of the top rope on fire,
as well as a small chunk of Cletus' hair!
RM: "MY GOSH! Cletus' hair is on fire!"
HP: "It's all that damn grease on his freaking head!"
Cletus begins panicking as he feels his scalp burning,
unsure of how to put out the flame!
He begins gingerly running around the ring,
looking for help,
which is quickly obliged by The Vindicator,
nailing Cletus with a boot to the face,
knocking him over the top rope to the floor!
PA: "COUSIN CLETUS has been eliminated!"
Officials around the ring quickly respond,
wrapping a towel around the top rope,
and also smothering the fire in Cletus' hair.
As he gathers his wits, Cletus spots Bollinger,
who is trying to hold in a laugh.
Cletus dives on top of Bollinger,
knocking the flame thrower aside,
which the officials quickly snatch up,
as Cletus grasps Bollinger by the throat,
ramming his head into the guard rail!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd explodes into a surprised ovation,
as Dale Stanwycz limps out from the backstage area,
with bandages and stitches holding his face together!
The Mirror is munching on a banana to regain some strength,
when he notices Cousin Cletus freaking out,
and painstakingly runs to ringside towards Cletus.
HP: "What a freaking idiot! Why the hell would Stanwycz agree to be
in the Apocalypse Match after taking such a beating from Ketch
earlier?!"
RM: "Well, my guess is that he's here as Cletus' partner, and a good
friend will go to any lengths to look out for those they care about!"
Dale pulls Cletus off of Bollinger,
and tries to talk some sense into him,
but Cletus is out of control, and shoves Stanwycz away,
before he turns back to Bollinger,
continuing his brutal assault on the floor!
Finally, Dale has seen enough,
grabbing two handfuls of Cletus' hair,
and trying to drag him from ringside!
Cletus responds with a wild swinging punch,
nailing Dale square in the jaw, knocking him to the floor!
Cletus immediately snaps out of his rage,
realizing he's gone too far.
Stanwycz looks up at Cletus, shaking his head,
and then slowly gets up, and starts limping away,
as Cletus follows behind, trying to apologize for his actions!
RM: "Cousin Cletus snapped! This is definitely the longest match
Cletus has ever competed in, and the exhaustion may have affected his
mind a bit."
HP: "Hell, just follow Ol' Panzerotti's rule ... never trust a damn
hillbilly! They're all freaking crazy idiots!"
RM: "And now, Dale Stanwycz isn't even entering the ring! Is he
withdrawing himself from the Apocalypse Match? I certainly wouldn't
blame him, after pouring his heart into the ring earlier tonight!"
Back in the ring,
Celestial Warrior goes back to the attack on KrackerJak,
but Kracker lashes out from the corner with a low blow!
He then nabs the head of the Warrior,
and spins out of the corner with a DDT!
Simon Anders rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope,
and heads over to where Bollinger is semi-conscious on the floor.
Simon pulls Bollinger up, heaving him back into the ring,
where The Vindicator and Tawny Blake pull him up together,
and execute a double hip toss,
sending Jess over the top rope and back to the floor!
PA: "JESS BOLLINGER has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Simon rolls back into the ring,
celebrating the elimination with Vindy and Tawny.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
James Cunningham comes from behind Simon,
nailing him with the aluminum bat to the back!
Simon crumbles to the canvas,
and The Vindicator spins around,
only to be smucked in the face with a bat shot as well!
Vindy collapses with blood spilling from his mouth,
and Tawny Blake sees a third bat swing coming,
but she ducks the attempt,
and then counters with a back brain kick,
knocking Cunningham down to the canvas,
and sending the baseball bat rolling away from his grasp.
HP: "Where the hell is the 17th entry?!"
RM: "I have no idea ... but I think James Cunningham made a big
mistake by attacking the alliance between Simon, Tawny, and The
Vindicator!"
HP: "He won that damn battle royal last night on Dementia, Manning ...
so he sure as hell must be doing SOMETHING right!"
Suddenly, a massive figure appears at the entranceway,
amazingly looking to stand at least nine feet tall!
The daunting figure is wearing a long grey trenchcoat,
and as the lights hit the giant entrant,
revealing that the monstrous figure has no head!
White smoke rises in small puffs from where the head should be,
as the giant awkwardly lurches towards the ring.
In the ring, KrackerJak is choking out Celestial Warrior with his boot,
as he looks up and gasps at the sight of the giant figure!
RM: "My goodness ... that's the largest human being I've EVER seen!"
HP: "Who the hell says that's a damn human?! It's doesn't have a
FREAKING HEAD, DAMMIT!"
The giant reaches the ring steps,
and slowly ascends each step,
casting a large, frightening shadow over the ring!
Tawny Blake approaches the monster with no fear,
grabbing onto the trenchcoat and yanking it into the ring,
causing the monster to suddenly break in half,
as Willie Underwood and Just Another Muslim fall down,
leaving Paul Doom standing on the apron,
with a fire extinguisher in his hands!
HP: "HA HAAA! It ain't a damn monster ... it was the leaning tower of
useless idiots!"
RM: "Do these three count as one entrant?"
HP: "Who the hell cares?! They sure as heck won't be in there very
long!"
Tawny tries to hold back some laughter,
as she attacks Underwood with a series of boots to the chest!
KrackerJak leaves Celestial Warrior,
heading over to JAM with a jumping knee drop,
while Paul Doom enters the ring to save his friends!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd bursts into a loud cheer,
as the Dude with Long Hair bursts out from the backstage area,
charging to the ring at full speed!
Tawny Blake yanks WU up to his feet,
and easily hurls him over the top rope to the floor!
PA: "WILLIE UNDERWOOD has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Paul Doom runs into the ropes to get some revenge,
but the Dude pulls down the top rope from the floor,
and Doom topples over it, down to the concrete!
PA: "PAUL DOOM has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Just Another Muslim tries to fight off KrackerJak,
but simply unequipped to do so,
as Kracker delivers a standing dropkick,
sending JAM over the top near WU's body.
PA: "JUST ANOTHER MUSLIM has been eliminated from the Apocalypse
Match!"
RM: "You certainly were right, Hollywood ... that didn't last long at
all! They probably weren't in the ring for more than two minutes!"
HP: "Damn straight Ol' Panzerotti was right! You sure as hell
shouldn't be surprised, ya damn monkey humper!"
The Dude with Long Hair scoops up the fire extinguisher,
and then climbs into the ring.
Suddenly, he looks down at his jean shorts,
noticing a significant tent rising within them!
HP: "HA! Looks like the damn Dude got his hands on that viagara pill
for his weapon in the freaking match!"
RM: "I think you're right, Hollywood ... again!"
The Dude appears to be getting uncontrollably excited,
as he sets his sights upon Tawny Blake!
Dude shoves KrackerJak out of the way,
and gets his hands on Tawny,
pinning her into the corner,
and attempting to dry hump her beyond his control!
James Cunningham quickly moves in,
trying to stop the Dude's inappropriate behaviour,
but the Dude shoves him aside,
and goes back to his attempted humping of Tawny!
Simon sees what is going on in the corner,
and charges in to help his good friend,
as the Dude's humping takes him onto the second turnbuckle!
Cunningham tries to pull him down,
just as Simon makes a wild jump into the air,
knocking the Dude over the top rope,
but Simon's momentum sends himself and Cunningham out too,
as all three crash down onto the concrete floor!
PA: "SIMON ANDERS, JAMES CUNNINGHAM, and THE DUDE WITH LONG HAIR are
all eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
HP: "Hell, we've only got four idiots left in the ring right now!"
RM: "Indeed, but here comes Chris Pike to the ring! Guido the Great's
partner is joining Tawny, Vindy, KrackerJak, and the Celestial Warrior
in there!"
Pike is running to the ring with the Crown of Thorns,
while Tawny is in a bit of shock over her assault,
as Simon gives her some words of encouragement,
before being escorted to the backstage area.
Pike enters the ring, greeted by Celestial Warrior,
who strikes Pike with a punch,
which Pike takes in, and then responds,
by raking the barbed wire across the Warrior's face,
causing a few small cuts to begin dripping blood.
Warrior staggers backwards from the pain,
as Pike swipes at him again with the weapon,
sending Celestial Warrior to the canvas!
RM: "Remember, Chris Pike was the first-ever Plunderweight Champion,
so this is definitely his kind of match!"
HP: "And with Rex Creed's favorite damn weapon, he may have a big ass
advantage over these other tired buffoons."
RM: "Without question! The Vindicator was one of the first two to
enter the match, with KrackerJak following at number 3, and Tawny Blake
has been in there for over 15 minutes now too!"
The Vindicator is tired and bloody,
as he approaches the felled Celestial Warrior,
pulling him up, and shoving him into a corner,
before grabbing a leg and attempting another elimination.
Meanwhile, Tawny Blake whips KrackerJak into the ropes,
where Pike is waiting to nail Kracker with the Crown of Thorns,
but KrackerJak ducks the attempt,
and as Pike turns around to figure out what happened,
Tawny nails him with a superkick to the jaw!
Pike falls to the canvas from the impact,
as KrackerJak has leapt to the top rope,
and soars off with a big moonsault!
At the last second, however,
Pike pulls the barbed wire to his chest,
and Kracker crashes down onto it with his full weight!
HP: "CRAP! I bet that one would've even hurt Ol' Panzerotti!"
RM: "KrackerJak might be ripe for the pickings now, which may mean we
see our THIRD Plunderweight title change this evening!"
KrackerJak rolls away from Pike,
revealing some large gashes on his chest and stomach,
where he landed on the Crown of Thorns.
Pike also is damaged from the barbed wire,
but mostly limited to smaller cuts on his hands and forearms.
In the corner, The Vindicator has both of the Warrior's legs up,
trying to dump him over the top rope,
but Celestial Warrior kicks Vindy in the face,
knocking him backwards,
and allowing the Warrior to regain his footing inside the ring.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd cheers a strong response,
as Matt Cole emerges from the backstage area,
wearing a hockey helmet on his head.
Cole is climbing into the ring,
where he is met by Chris Pike,
who takes a swing at Cole with the barbed wire,
but as he steps through the ropes,
Cole swings his head upwards,
nailing Pike with the helmet in an uppercut motion!
Pike is sent backwards from the attack,
allowing Cole to solidify his vertical base in the ring.
RM: "Matt Cole has the tools to dominate in this match, and with that
thick helmet on his head, he could be a dark horse pick to win this big
match!"
HP: "Listen up, you monkey humping buffoon ... look at your damn list,
and see all the big guns who still ain't in that freaking ring ... we
haven't seen General Pentagon, or Guido the Great, or Mark Haley ...
and dammit, The Capitol!"
RM: "Wow! I haven't been keeping track! It looks like business is
about to pick up down the final stretch!"
The Vindicator moves in on Cole,
going for a big right punch,
but Cole blocks the attempt,
and begins laying in with his "fists of steel",
with a series of body blows.
Vindy is knocked backwards by the assault,
but comes back with a few jabs to the face,
which brings Cole's forearms up to protect himself.
HP: "What the hell is this, a freaking boxing match?!"
RM: "Well, The Vindicator did have a stint as a professional boxer,
and Cole's fist-fighting prowess is well documented!"
Suddenly, Vindy is attacked from behind,
with a spinning heel kick from Celestial Warrior!
Vindy drops to his hands and knees,
as Cole steps behind him, applying a reverse waistlock,
while the Warrior runs into the ropes.
Cole hoists Vindy up and back with a German suplex,
as Celestial Warrior springboards off of the ropes,
executing a cross body block at the apex of Cole's suplex!
RM: "Amazing double team action! I think it's safe to assume that
Celestial Warrior is Matt Cole's partner in this match! It certainly
looks like they've trained together, and the WWA connection is there!"
HP: "BAH! I wish someone would double team your damn mouth shut, so
I'd never have to hear the letters WWA spoken together again, dammit!"
As the double team crushes Vindy into the canvas,
Cole and the Warrior hold their positions,
in a double pin on The Vindicator!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
NO!
Tawny Blake makes the save,
kicking Celestial Warrior in the ribs,
sending him off of Vindy's body,
allowing him to bring the shoulder up!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Another shocked cheer fills the arena,
but quickly morphs into wild jeers,
as Jack Ketch begins storming towards the ring!
Ketch has a new black mask on his face,
replacing the one destroyed earlier in the evening.
He has a face protector in his hands,
but obviously not needing it, tosses it into the crowd.
HP: "JACK FREAKING KETCH! HOLY FREAKING CRAP!"
RM: "Well, things are about to get VERY intense! A Jack Ketch who has
already been through a Grand Championship match is still a major threat
in the Apocalypse Match!"
Ketch slowly and deliberately walks up the ring steps,
as the tired wrestlers in the ring appear frozen at the sight,
while Ketch steps into the squared circle,
glancing coldly at his opponents,
before adjusting his leather gloves.
Suddenly, the crowd erupts into wild cheers,
as Dale Stanwycz charges down the aisle again at full tilt,
sliding into the ring,
and immediately attacking Jack Ketch with all his strength!
RM: "The title match may be over, but this war between Ketch and
Stanwycz appears to be just beginning!"
HP: "Stanwycz is a damn idiot ... he's going to wind up in a freaking
morgue by pushing Ketch's damn buttons!"
Stanwycz is throwing a flurry of fists at Ketch,
but Ketch quickly spins him around into a corner,
delivering a series of punches of his own,
which Stanwycz simply absorbs with his adrenaline,
and continues his own punching assault,
as the crowd is on its feet wildly cheering!
Stanwycz scoops up Ketch,
and is struggling to hold him over his shoulder,
when Matt Cole and Celestial Warrior seize the moment,
with Cole scooping under Dale's legs,
as the Warrior dropkicks Ketch's back,
toppling them both over the top rope,
and down to the concrete floor!
PA: "JACK KETCH and DALE STANWYCZ have been eliminated from the
Apocalypse Match!"
Ketch and Stanwycz don't miss a beat,
continuing their intense brawl,
until a flood of officials rush out to ringside,
attempting to break up the fight!
The crowd is roaring in excitement,
as Celestial Warrior and Matt Cole are celebrating the feat,
when KrackerJak sneaks in from behind,
dumping Celestial Warrior over the top rope!
The Warrior clings to the top rope, keeping himself on the apron,
as Cole nails Kracker with a stiff punch, knocking him aside.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Celestial Warrior starts re-entering the ring,
when The Vindicator runs in with a shoulder block,
but the Warrior slingshots himself back into the ring,
over top of Vindy, and grabbing his tights on the way down,
pulling Vindy into a sunset flip!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT BY THE VINDICATOR!
HP: "The Vindicator barely hanging on in this damn match ... Ol'
Panzerotti is predicting that he'll be out real damn soon."
RM: "I've learned to never predict ANYTHING when it comes to The
Vindicator!"
The crowd pops loudly,
as Mark Haley emerges from the backstage area,
with a big smile on his face,
as he makes his way down the aisle,
bouncing on top of a pogo stick!
The crowd has a good laugh at the sight of the star,
who suddenly loses his balance on the sloped ramp,
and falls onto his butt!
HP: "Two words, Manning ... freaking idiot."
RM: "Well, Haley seems to be taking this big match less serious than
some others, but he's an entertainer at heart! I'm sure it will be all
business once he hits the ring."
Haley picks himself up from the concrete floor,
winking at a few ringside fans,
before scooping up his pogo stick, and sliding into the ring.
Haley rises to his feet,
coming face to face with Celestial Warrior!
The two former WWA allies stare each other down briefly,
before Haley lashes out with a punch to the head!
Celestial Warrior bounces right back with a punch of his own,
as the two begin trading punches back and forth!
RM: "I don't think I ever saw Mark Haley and Celestial Warrior
fighting one another in the WWA!"
HP: "Why don't you shove the damn WWA up your damn ass and wiggle it
around, you infected ass pimple!"
Suddenly, Chris Pike comes from behind,
nailing both Warrior and Haley with a flurry of forearms,
which catches them off-guard,
but they quickly respond together,
nailing Pike with a double punch,
sending him flailing to the canvas from the double impact!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd responds with a loud cheer, mixed with laughter,
as a familiar song blasts over the sound system:
# TROGDOOOOOOOOOR!!! #
# TROGDOOOOOOOOOR!!! #
Suddenly, those cheers immediately turn into boos,
as Mistress Dandelion emerges from the backstage area,
with a cocky sneer on her lips,
pushing Cameron Williams down the aisle in his wheelchair,
who is helplessly stuck in the Trogdor costume!
HP: "HA HAAA!!! I love it, baby! Cameron Williams is being
humiliated, and it's beautiful! I bet that God didn't tell him to do
THIS!!!"
RM: "What a shameful travesty! Williams is barely conscious, not to
mention handicapped, obviously the victim of an Elemental Disturbance
act of terror!"
HP: "Hell yeah, and I think Dandelion is gonna throw the damn cripple
into the ring! HA!"
Mistress Dandelion brings the wheelchair to a sudden halt,
sending Cameron out of it and down to the concrete floor.
The crowd is loudly jeering Dandelion's actions,
as she yanks up the groggy man in a dragon costume,
and sluggishly rolls him into the ring,
where he lays on the canvan helplessly.
In the ring, KrackerJak is in the corner,
with Matt Cole trying to lift a leg over the top rope.
Haley and the Warrior continue their friendly grappling,
while The Vindicator has rolled under the bottom rope,
resting on the floor to catch his breath.
Chris Pike spots Cameron Williams on the canvas,
and gets a sickening grin on his face.
RM: "I don't like the looks of this at all! Chris Pike is a threat to
any healthy opponent, let alone a handicapped veteran!"
HP: "Stop your damn whining, Manning. Just be happy it's not you
stuck in the ring in that freaking Trogdor costume, dammit!"
Pike drags Williams' body into the corner,
leaning his head and neck up on the bottom turnbuckle.
He removes the head of the costume,
and then jams the Crown of Thorns over Cameron's skull,
slapping him in the face a few times for good measure!
Pike backs up a few steps, admiring his work,
when Tawny Blake charges in from the side,
but Pike sees her out of the corner of his eye,
enabling him to sidestep Tawny's charge,
and then grab two handfuls of her long blonde hair,
driving her face into the canvas with a faceplant!
HP: "YES! Chris Pike is just hitting his damn stride, and is about to
make Ol' Panzerotti a very happy man!"
RM: "Just save the hugs for later, please."
Chris Pike turns his attention back to Cameron Williams,
and charges into the corner with no hesitation,
delivering a bronco buster right into Cameron's face,
as blood begins to drip from his forehead,
where the Crown of Thorns is wrapped tightly.
Pike yanks Cameron out of the corner,
shoving him into a standing head scissors,
before lifting Cameron into the air,
and executing a jumping piledriver,
throwing Cameron's motionless body aside roughly,
before making a non-chalant cover.
The referee looks disgusted, but counts:
ONE
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TWO
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.
KICKOUT BY CAMERON WILLIAMS?!?!?
HP: "What the hell just happened?!"
RM: "Cameron Williams just used his legs to kick out of the pinfall!"
Cameron's eyes suddenly bulge out,
as he looks down at his legs in complete shock.
On the floor, Dandelion's sly grin disappears,
as her jaw drops to the floor!
Pike quickly gets over his own shock,
as Cameron tries to free his arms from the Trogdor costume,
clasping his hands together in fervant prayer.
Pike interrupts the prayer,
trying to pull Williams up to his feet,
but Cameron counters with a punch to the stomach,
before standing to his feet on his own accord!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Mistress Dandelion panicks on the floor,
and quickly slides into the ring,
as Pike moves in to attack Cameron again,
but is intercepted by a Tawny Blake spear,
knocking him to the canvas!
Cameron is still in shock that he's standing,
as Mistress Dandelion charges in to rain on the parade,
only to be met with a kick to the gut from Williams!
Cameron instinctively lifts her into a Ventura Rack,
then spins into a power bomb,
executing the Kiss of Judas,
to an absolutely HUGE pop from the crowd!
Cameron drops down and hooks a leg for the pin,
and the referee shrugs his shoulders, and counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
PA: "MISTRESS DANDELION has been eliminated from the Apocalypse
Match!"
The crowd rises to their feet in an ovation,
as Williams slowly rises to his feet,
pointing up in the air with tears in his eyes!
Suddenly, The Vindicator comes from behind,
and tosses Williams over the top rope to the floor,
bringing a deafening jeer from the fans!
PA: "CAMERON WILLIAMS has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Just then, Guido the Great emerges from the back,
with a sack of rice over his shoulder.
Cameron Williams attempts to stand back up to his feet,
but his legs once again have no strength,
and he is stuck on the floor, bowing his head in disappointment.
Guido reaches ringside, and assists Cameron up,
placing him back in the wheelchair,
as Ryan Abate runs down the aisle with a concerned look.
Guido raises Cameron's arm into the air,
bringing him another loud cheer from the fans!
Abate reaches the wheelchair,
and begins pushing Cameron back up the aisle to the backstage area.
RM: "What an incredible night to remember for Cameron Williams! I
don't know what happened ... but somehow, he regained the strength in
his legs long enough to protect himself in the ring!"
HP: "I smell a damn fink ... I bet the idiot has been faking this
whole crippled gimmick, so he can blame God for whatever that was in
the ring. He's a freaking faker, dammit!"
In the ring, Tawny Blake is confronting The Vindicator,
questioning his motives for manhandling Cameron Williams.
Vindy tries to explain himself,
but is whacked in the back of the head with a sack of rice,
in the hands of Guido the Great!
Before Tawny can respond to the event,
Chris Pike kicks her knee out from behind,
taking her down to the canvas!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The crowd bursts into very loud boos,
as BadBoy JC Blake emerges from the backstage area,
for the second time in this match!
He has football pads over his shoulders and chest,
as Blake slowly stalks towards the ring.
RM: "What on earth is JC Blake doing back out here?"
HP: "You haven't figured it out, needle dick?! The BadBoy has PICKED
HIMSELF as his own damn partner! He's a freaking genius!"
RM: "What?! Isn't that against the rules of the match?"
HP: "Dilweed Damon sure as hell didn't state any rules forbidding it,
so why not? If you can't trust anyone but your own ass, why not choose
it to help you out, dammit?!"
In the ring, Guido grabs The Vindicator in a reverse waistlock,
going for a German suplex on the Tag Champion,
when Matt Cole comes from behind,
grabbing Guido in a reverse waistlock of his own!
Cole tries to lift into a triple German suplex,
when Chris Pike then grabs HIM in a reverse waistlock,
as four men are locked in a chain of waistlocks now!
Celestial Warrior sees what's going on,
and leaps into the ropes,
springboarding off, and landing on the shoulders of Pike,
applying a vertical leg scissors,
the Warrior falls forward, grabbing onto The Vindicator's hair,
and swinging his weight to the side,
causing all four to lose their balance,
as Celestial Warrior executes a quadruple bulldog!
HP: "DAMN! You don't see stuff like that every day."
RM: "Celestial Warrior just took down four men, including his own
partner!"
On the floor, JC Blake is walking around the perimiter of the ring,
to where KrackerJak is slumped in the corner.
Blake yanks him under the ropes to the floor,
and then shoves a ring attendent aside,
scooping up the steel folding chair he was sitting in!
KrackerJak is on his knees, looking quite dazed,
as Blake takes a wild swing,
but Kracker drops down out of the way,
and Blake smashes the chair into the post,
causing him to drop the chair from the steel to steel impact!
RM: "JC Blake is obviously still looking for revenge for KrackerJak
winning the Plunderweight Championship that Blake entered this match
with!"
HP: "Hell, if he can beat the hell out of KrackerJak, he can easily
win the title back, now that the BadBoy is officially back in the
match!"
In the ring, Celestial Warrior rises to his feet,
observing the result of his efforts,
when Mark Haley rolls him up from behind for a pin!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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Celestial Warrior kicks out of the pin attempt,
and both men begin rising to their feet.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
All eyes turn to the entranceway,
as an unfamiliar wrestler emerges from the backstage area,
wearing a red body suit with black and yellow trim,
appearing characteristic of a Mexican luchadore.
The wrestler also wears a red mask,
with golden wings extending from the front of the mask.
HP: "Who is this idiot?"
RM: "More importantly, whose partner is he?"
The colorful Mexican wrestler charges to the ring,
and in two leaps, first jumps to the ring apron,
then up to the top rope,
before soaring off with a corkscrew moonsault body press,
landing on Chris Pike,
taking him down into a pinning position!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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Guido the Great kicks the newcomer in the back,
breaking up the pinfall.
He grabs two handfuls of mask,
and quickly hurls the Mexican over the top rope!
However, the masked man clings to the top rope,
with his feet dangling below,
before he pulls himself back over the top,
and then spins into a springboard from the top rope,
landing on Guido's shoulder,
and spinning with a hurricanrana,
hooking a leg for the pinfall,
as the referee again counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THRE - KICKOUT BY GUIDO!
RM: "This mysterious masked man is on fire in the ring! Nobody seems
to know who he is, but there's no question he's making an impact!"
HP: "Damn peter pan fairy ... I wish he really was on fire, dammit!"
On the floor, JC Blake grabs KrackerJak by the hair and tights,
tossing him into the guard rail,
but Kracker jumps over the steel railing and into the crowd,
countering with two handfuls of Blake's hair,
pulling Blake's face down and into the guard rail!
The crowd pops for KrackerJak,
as he grabs a bottle of beer from the ringside fan,
and smashes it over Blake's head,
making the former Plunderweight Champion crumble,
and collapse to the concrete floor!
Kracker then sits down on the lap of a gorgeous female fan,
planting a sweaty kiss on her lips!
HP: "WOO-YAH! Go get some of that for Ol' Panzerotti, KrackerJak!"
RM: "What a great way to recharge your batteries! KrackerJak has been
in there since nearly the opening bell, and has got to be running on
empty at this point!"
KrackerJak cops a quick feel on the hot brunette,
before hopping back over the railing,
and sliding back into the ring.
Celestial Warrior immedaitely runs at Kracker,
who ducks down, countering with a backdrop,
that sends the Warrior over the top rope,
and onto the ring apron!
Matt Cole quickly moves in,
nailing Kracker with a hockey helmet headbutt,
sending the mad bastard down in a daze.
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
General Pentagon appears from the backstage area,
to a loud cheer from the fans!
IDP is wisely carrying a concrete boot over each shoulder,
rather than trying to wear the cumbersome footwear on his feet.
The heavy concrete boots are slowing his procession to the ring,
as around ringside, JC Blake begins recovering,
and spots the aluminum baseball bat,
having half-way rolled under the ring.
RM: "A fresh General Pentagon this late in the game could be all it
takes to put this match away! Especially with two big slabs of
concrete at his disposal!"
HP: "Well, there are only three more idiots left to come out ... and
one of them is The Capitol, dammit! Things are gonna get a hell of a
lot more interesting before they get freaking boring!"
JC Blake spots Pentagon struggling with the concrete boots,
and moves into the aisle with the aluminum bat,
taking an overhead swing at an unprepared IDP,
slamming it down over one of the concrete boots on his shoulder,
forcing Ike down to one knee,
as the concrete breaks into two smaller pieces,
falling around the wincing Purebreed Champion.
In the ring, Chris Pike has possession of the pogo stick,
and thrusts it into the gut of the exhausted Vindicator,
causing him to double over in pain,
allowing Pike to follow up with a pogo shot to the back,
taking Vindy face-down to the canvas.
Suddenly, the masked Mexican soars across the ring with a dropkick,
nailing the underside of the pogo stick,
and throwing it forcefully into Pike's face!
RM: "A memo has just been sent to us from Commissioner Damon! This
new wrestler's name is Ardilla del Vuelo, and is indeed from Mexico.
Rex Creed didn't bother to choose a partner for himself, allowing Damon
to enter the newcomer into this big match!"
HP: "Freaking odd place to make a debut ... heck, if he messes with
enough asses tonight, he could have his peter pan career begin and end
in one damn night!"
In the aisle, JC Blake continues his assault on IDP,
smashing the baseball bat over the second concrete boot,
breaking it over Pentagon's other shoulder,
bringing him down to his hands and knees.
Blake stands over IDP, with blood dripping down his face,
and over his crookedly smiling lips.
Blake slowly raises the bat over his head,
enjoying every second of his dominant position, when...
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
Colonel Alexandra explodes down the aisle,
leaping at JC Blake with a flying forearm,
knocking him backwards, and freeing the bat from his grasp!
The break allows Pentagon to rise to his feet,
picking up two of the concrete fragments on the way.
The crowd is loudly cheering,
as Alexandra grabs the aluminum bat,
and stands behind the rising Blake, applying a chokehold with it!
As Blake struggles with her,
Pentagon approaches with an indignant look on his face,
and swings the two concrete fragments at Blake's head,
smashing them on either side of his skull!
The Colonel releases the choke,
and Blake crumbles to the floor in a motionless heap.
HP: "DAMMIT! Ike just killed JC Blake! Arrest that freaking asshole!
Those American military idiots think they can do anything they want,
like they're above the freaking law! NO DAMN WAY!"
RM: "Of course ... if Blake had done the same thing, you'd be throwing
a celebration party, Hollywood! Your analysis is hardly fair."
HP: "BAH! You know what's hardly fair?! Your ass getting to sit next
to Ol' Panzerotti free of charge, dammit! I should be getting a
commission from your damn check for making you look so freaking good on
the damn mic!"
Pentagon drops the concrete chunks,
and along with Alexandra and her aluminum bat,
they head towards the ring as a united team.
The Colonel enters the ring first,
and is immediately met by a charging Tawny Blake,
who spears Alexandra down to the mat,
sending the baseball bat soaring out of her hands!
Tawny begins laying into Alexandra with a flurry of punches,
when IDP yanks her off of his manager,
and the two immediately get into a heated argument,
allowing the Colonel to rake Tawny's eyes from behind,
and then drop her to the canvas with a reverse DDT!
RM: "The ring is really filling up now, as is the tension between
Colonel Alexandra and Tawny Blake! I don't know what Pentagon was
trying to do there, however."
HP: "You're a damn fool, Manning! He was giving his damn manager the
chance to score the advantage! He pretends to be all freaking
friendly, but he's really just watching out for his own damn ass!"
Ardilla del Vuelo springboards off of the ropes,
twisting in the air towards Guido the Great,
but is cut short in the air,
by a big boot from General Pentagon!
Vuelo crumbles to the canvas,
where Guido pounces on top of him, applying La Grossezza!
Referees on the floor are asking Vuelo for a submission,
as Guido applies more pressure to his Indian Deathlock variant,
when Celestial Warrior delivers a baseball slide,
slamming his boots into the base of Guido's spine!
Matt Cole quickly yanks up the stunned Guido,
and grabs him in a waistlock,
before lifting up and falling back,
dropping Guido's throat across the top rope in a hotshot!
As Guido bounces off the top rope in pain,
Celestial Warrior catches him in a diamond cutter,
and then hooks a leg for the pin!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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**HOOOOONNNNNK**
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Chris Pike makes the save,
kicking Celestial Warrior in the side of the head!
Pike begins helping his partner up to his feet,
and leans him up against the ropes,
before slapping Guido in the face,
and clotheslining him over the top rope, to the floor!
PA: "GUIDO THE GREAT has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
The crowd erupts into a collective vomitous jeer,
only partially because Guido was eliminated,
but moreso because The Capitol emerges from the backstage area!
Capitol has the wooden spike in his hands,
and makes his first strike,
as JC Blake is struggling to rise up in the aisle,
and The Capitol simply delivers a nasty backhand bitchslap,
sending Blake right back down to the floor,
spilling some more of his crimson mask into the aisle.
The Capitol stops, and a grin creeps over his face,
as he spots Guido the Great on the arena floor,
with Chris Pike laughing maniacally at his eliminated partner.
HP: "YES! The Capitol is going to rip the ass right off of Guido, and
send him crying back to Italy AGAIN! HA HAAA!!!"
RM: "I never would have imagined that The Capitol would be the only
member of Elemental Disturbance left in the Apocalypse Match at this
stage of the game!"
The Capitol moves in on Guido,
when the former Grand Champion lashes out with a punch,
nailing Capitol in the gut!
Guido begins mounting an offensive with a series of punches,
but is quickly short-circuited by Cap,
who stabs down with the wooden spike,
onto one of Guido's fists!
As Guido pulls his hand back in pain,
Capitol scoops under into a waistlock,
throwing Guido over his shoulder,
and into the steel guard rail!
RM: "Guido just doesn't have the strength to battle a fresh Capitol
with a wooden spike ... but if I were Chris Pike, I wouldn't sleep too
well tonight!"
HP: "BAH! Guido is a damn idiot for letting one of his old enemies be
his freaking partner!"
The Capitol moves on into the squared circle,
where he is immediately charged by Ardilla del Vuelo!
Cap easily catches the lightweight in mid-air,
hoisting him overhead in a gorilla press,
before throwing Ardilla several feet over the top rope,
sending the Mexican crashing down at the foot of the aisle!
PA: "ARDILLA DEL VUELO has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
The Capitol dusts off his hands,
as Celestial Warrior and Matt Cole charge in with a double clothesline,
but Capitol drops down and pulls the top rope with him,
sending Cole and the Warrior over the top rope!
Both land on the apron,
hanging onto the ropes for dear life!
**HOOOOONNNNNK**
The Capitol nails Celestial Warrior in the head with a kick,
sending him down to the concrete floor!
PA: "CELESTIAL WARRIOR has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Capitol goes to follow with the same tactic on Matt Cole,
when he is attacked from behind by General Pentagon,
with a mighty forearm smash!
RM: "The Capitol is on an elimination spree, but it won't be easy to
do the same to General Pentagon!"
HP: "BAH! Ol' Panzerotti needs to know who drew freaking number 30!"
Suddenly, the crowd EXPLODES into wild cheers,
as from the backstage area,
emerges Noah 'The Punisher' Prejudice!
Prejudice is wearing cowboy boots,
a pair of black jeans, and a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey,
bringing about another loud pop from his hometown crowd!
HP: "NOAH FREAKING PREJUDICE?! I ain't seen his ass in YEARS!"
RM: "Noah is a former WWA World Champion! And he has old issues with
at least six of the wrestlers still in the match!"
HP: "So that's it now ... last damn idiot standing wins!"
In the ring, The Capitol is being double teamed,
by Tawny Blake and General Pentagon,
who are trying to muscle the 300-plus pound Capitol over the top!
Prejudice makes his way down the aisle slowly,
observing the action in the ring.
Colonel Alexandra comes from behind,
grabbing two handfuls of Tawny's hair,
and whips her over the top rope,
saving The Capitol in the process!
Tawny clings to the top rope, as she lands on the apron,
and as Alexandra goes for a follow-up,
Tawny reaches up, grabbing onto the Colonel's flowing red hair,
yanking her over the top rope,
to the concrete floor below!
PA: "COLONEL ALEXANDRA has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Tawny Blake quickly re-enters the ring,
as Alexandra tries to return to the ring,
but is held back by officials trying to escort her away!
Noah Prejudice enters the ring,
with a look of purpose in his eyes.
He swats his way through the crowd,
until coming face to face with KrackerJak.
Kracker looks around nervously,
and then makes a run for the corner, with Noah following behind.
KrackerJak leaps to the top rope,
and soars back towards Prejudice, going for a hurricanrana,
but Noah catches KrackerJak's body,
and then counters with a running powerbomb,
sending Kracker over the top rope and onto the ring steps!
KrackerJak's body tumbles onto the arena floor,
where he lays motionless.
PA: "KRACKERJAK has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
RM: "Bedrock and KrackerJak cause Noah Prejudice a lot of strife in
the WWA, and it looks like he's extracted a bit of layaway payback!"
HP: "I'm gonna layaway my boot up your ass if you mention the freaking
WWA one more time tonight!"
Noah wipes the sweat from his brow,
and flicks it towards the fallen KrackerJak,
when suddenly, Chris Pike attacks Noah from behind,
with a double ax-handle to the back!
Prejudice staggers forward, but quickly recovers and turns around,
facing Pike with a grin on his face.
Pike goes for a swinging punch,
but Noah blocks the attempt, before countering into a full nelson!
HP: "For a dude who ain't seen action in a couple of years, Prejudice
sure looks pretty damn sharp!"
RM: "No kidding! I sure hope he's planning to stick around the DCWL
after this evening!"
Prejudice spins Pike around, facing a corner,
and then smashes his face into the turnbuckle repeatedly,
before spinning around again,
and executing a full nelson throwaway suplex,
sending Pike soaring over the top rope,
crashing down to the concrete floor neck-first,
while Prejudice retains his vertical base!
PA: "CHRIS PIKE has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Noah Prejudice looks around for his next victim,
and finds himself directly in front of Mark Haley!
The two glare at each other for a moment,
each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Haley raises his arm first,
but then extends it in a handshake,
which Prejudice accepts with a smile!
The two embrace in a brief man-hug,
patting each other on the back for a moment.
RM: "Noah Prejudice is Mark Haley's partner in this match! If those
two are working together, we may have our winner pre-determined!"
HP: "For once, Ol' Panzerotti can't argue with your ass ... which
probably means you're about to screw up even bigger than freaking
usual! HA!"
The celebration only lasts a moment, however,
as Haley is attacked by General Pentagon,
and Prejudice is blindsided by The Vindicator!
Surprisingly, The Capitol moves in as well,
and begins trying to help Vindy in eliminating Prejudice!
Noah's feet leave the ground only for a moment,
when The Capitol drops Noah's leg,
and nails Vindy with a low blow!
Capitol scoops up the Metropolitan Megastar,
and holds him in an over-the-shoulder powerslam position,
taking a run towards the ropes!
HP: "The Vindicator is too damn tired to fight off The Capitol at this
stage of the freaking game!"
RM: "Perhaps, but The Vindicator has already proved that he is the
real deal, lasting over 90 minutes in the ring!"
The Capitol is running full tilt towards the ropes,
and goes to hurl Vindy's body to the floor,
when Tawny Blake grabs onto Vindy's ankle,
pulling him off of The Capitol's shoulder to safety!
Capitol spins around, grabbing Tawny in a double-fisted chokehold,
and slamming her into the corner,
with a look of twisted passion in his eyes!
RM: "The Capitol and Tawny Blake have had unresolved issues for months
on end now ... I think it's about to come to a head!"
HP: "BAH! I think the only head about to come is Tawny's slutty face,
down to the freaking concrete!"
Suddenly, Noah Prejudice comes from behind,
and lifts The Capitol into a human torture rack!
The crowd is roaring its approval,
as Prejudice moves towards the ropes,
and dumps Capitol off his shoulders, over the top and to the floor!
PA: "THE CAPITOL has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
However, The Capitol clings to one of Prejudice's arms,
and tries to pull him out as well!
Prejudice fights against The Capitol's pull,
when suddenly, Noah's legs are taken out from him,
and he is helplessly pulled over the top to the floor,
at the hands of The Vindcator!
PA: "NOAH PREJUDICE has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Prejudice lands on the concrete floor with a thud,
and quickly whips his head around,
glaring at The Vindicator with fire in his eyes!
Officials quickly move in to keep Capitol and Prejudice apart,
before escorting them to the backstage area.
RM: "We've only got five men left in the Apocalypse Match!"
HP: "The hell we do! It's SIX! Freaking JC Blake was never
eliminated from the match ... at least, not a second damn time!"
JC Blake is a bloody mess still,
but is dragging himself down the aisle,
trying to re-enter the ring!
The Vindicator barely has the energy to celebrate his elimination,
when he turns around, walking right into Matt Cole,
who nails him with the Heart Punch!
Cole drops down for the pinfall attempt, hooking a leg,
as the referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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Tawny Blake moves in to make the save again,
only to be tripped up by JC Blake from behind!
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THREE!!!
HP: "YES!! YES!!! YEEESSSS!!! The freaking Vindicator is OUT at long
last! HA HAAAA!!!"
RM: "Hollywood, I don't think that..."
PA: "Your NEEEEW Tag Team Championship holder ... MATT COOOOOLE!!!"
RM: "... Vindy was eliminated from this match."
HP: "What the hell?!"
RM: "Remember? He defeated Skye Ashner for the tag titles earlier in
the match! Perhaps it was a strategy to help himself out later in the
match!"
HP: "DAMMIT!"
The crowd is cheering on Cole's title victory,
as he staggers up, pumping his fist into the air,
when General Pentagon comes from behind,
and hurls Cole over the top rope!
Cole lands on the ring apron,
desperately trying to keep himself in the match,
but IDP follows up with a big boot,
knocking Cole to the concrete floor!
PA: "MATT COLE has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
BadBoy JC Blake slowly rises up to his feet,
and as he wipes the blood from his eyes,
quickly realizes that he's in deep trouble,
seeing that his only opponents left in the ring,
are Vindicator, Pentagon, Tawny Blake, and Mark Haley!
RM: "I think JC Blake's chances of winning this Apocalypse Match have
just dropped to a big fat zero!"
HP: "A big fat zero ... kinda like your damn sex life, eh Manning?!"
JC Blake doesn't back off, however,
instead calling on his four opponents with bravado!
Mark Haley begins to smile as he moves in on JC Blake,
when JC pulls his hand out from behind his back,
revealing the wooden spike that was brought out by The Capitol!
Haley flinches for a moment,
but then his face is overtaken with anger,
and he charges in towards JC Blake!
Haley leaps towards Blake with a spear tackle,
but Blake sidesteps him,
slashing Haley across the face with the spike in the process!
HP: "There's a hell of a lot of history between these two idiots and a
wooden spike that looks a damn lot like the one Blake used to put Haley
on the shelf for a whole damn month!"
RM: "But don't forget that Blake has also burned bridges with the
other three as well! He turned Tawny Blake into a bloody mess in a
Purebreed Division match not too long ago, and then nearly stole that
title from Pentagon shortly thereafter!"
JC Blake raises the wooden spike above his head,
and is about to drive it down into Haley's flesh again,
when a stinging pain is felt between his legs,
as Tawny Blake nails him with an uppercut to the groin!
Blake doubles over from the pain,
allowing General Pentagon to move in with a standing headscissors,
before executing the Atomic Bomb on JC Blake,
and hooking a leg for the pinfall!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
NO! KICKOUT BY JC BLAKE!
RM: "How on earth did JC Blake manage to kick out of the Atomic Bomb?!
He must be running on pure adrenaline now!"
HP: "The better question ... how damn stupid do you have to be to even
try to kick out, knowing what's waiting for you if you even get the
hell back up to your damn feet!"
However, Blake doesn't even have the opportunity to rise up,
as Tawny Blake soars off of the top rope with a moonsault,
crashing perfectly onto JC, and holding the position for a pin!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!
NO!!! ANOTHER KICKOUT BY JC BLAKE!
The crowd groans collectively over the kickout,
as Mark Haley quickly moves in,
grabbing JC Blake into a standing headscissors,
before lifting and spinning into a piledrvier/pancake slam,
completing the execution of the Show's Over!
Haley hooks both legs for leverage,
as the referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
PA: "BADBOY JC BLAKE has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
The crowd bursts into wild cheers,
as Haley leaps back up to his feet with arms raised,
while JC Blake slowly rolls out to the floor.
HP: "It took THREE damn finishing moves to put Blake away, dammit! He
should get some kind of freaking reward for that!"
RM: "Well, even if these fans are cheering his elimination, you know
they've got to have some respect for his guts in not running away from
the fight!"
The Vindicator is finally recovering from Cole's Heart Punch,
as he staggers to his feet,
finding himself in the ring with Pentagon, Tawny, and Haley.
The crowd is rising to its feet in anticipation,
as the four finalists grin at one another,
sharing a few stray hand slaps and well wishes,
before they get into a battle stance for the end game!
RM: "Just to recap, The Vindicator entered this match as its second
participant ... Tawny Blake came out just before the half-way point, at
entry number 14 ... Mark Haley hopped out on a pogo stick at number 22
... and General Pentagon is the freshest man left in the ring, entering
as the 27th man!"
HP: "Any picks for the winner, ass muncher?"
RM: "I think at this point in his career, I think General Pentagon
needs this win more than anyone! How about you, Hollywood?"
HP: "Dammit, I hope Bedrock shows up as number 31, and kicks all these
idiot asses! I don't want to see any of them win it!"
General Pentagon moves in towards Haley,
but suddenly spins, nailing Tawny Blake with a sucker punch!
IDP scoops her up, and goes for the elimination,
when Haley nails IDP with a clip to the back of the right knee!
Pentagon grunts from the pain of the attack,
as Haley nabs him in a front face lock,
then hooks the left leg, locks his own fingers,
and hoists up and back with a fisherman's suplex,
holding position for the pinfall!
The referee counts:
ONE
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TWO
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General Pentagon still manages a powerful kickout,
despite his damaged right leg.
Haley rolls away from IDP, slamming the mat with his fists,
as The Vindicator moves in,
attempting to execute Total Vindication on Pentagon,
but IDP easily counters the weaker Vindicator,
delivering a backdrop that sends Vindy over the top rope,
landing butt-first on the apron!
The Vindicator begins to roll off to the floor,
but snatches the bottom rope at the last second!
HP: "How many more freaking lives does this damn cat have?!"
RM: "The Vindicator has been on the verge of elimination at least a
dozen times, but barely keeps surviving!"
Pentagon moves in to finish the job,
but Vindy pulls down the top rope,
as Tawny nails IDP with a dropkick from behind,
sending him over the top rope to the concrete floor!
PA: "GENERAL PENTAGON has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Mark Haley quickly moves in from behind,
dumping Tawny Blake over the top rope!
The Vindicator saves her from falling to the concrete,
leaving Haley as the only wrestler safely in the ring!
RM: "Mark Haley is moments away from earning a shot at the Grand
Championship! Unbelievable!"
HP: "DAMMIT, NO! C'mon, Bedrock! Now's your chance to make the big
damn comeback! PLEASE MAKE A DAMN COMEBACK RIGHT NOOOOOW!!!"
Haley gets a cocky grin on his face,
and goes for a double punch to eliminate Vindy and Tawny,
but the each catch one of Haley's arms,
and secure his head into a double vertical suplex position!
Vindy and Tawny hoist Haley into the air,
and then drop him backwards from the position,
allowing Haley to land on his feet on the concrete!
PA: "MARK HALEY has been eliminated from the Apocalypse Match!"
Haley shakes his head from the floor,
but applauds his opponents nonetheless,
as Tawny Blake and The Vindicator re-enter the ring.
RM: "The final two! Tawny Blake may finally get her re-match for the
Grand Championship, or The Vindicator will overcome all odds to win,
having started the match from the very beginning!"
Both wrestlers stand in the center of the ring,
heading into the final moments of the match,
when suddenly, The Vindicator drops to his knees,
clutching his chest and gasping for air!
Tawny gets a look of concern on her face,
and extends her hand to help Vindy,
when he suddenly grasps it with both hands,
before planting a kiss on Tawny's feminine paw!
HP: "DAMMIT, NO! The only thing worse than seeing one of these two
idiots win, is to see soap opera crap between them first!"
The Vindicator stands up to his feet,
and raises Tawny's arm in victory,
before walking over to the ropes,
and hopping over the top rope onto the apron,
before beginning to step down the ring steps!
RM: "I can't believe my eyes! After enduring the entire length of the
match, The Vindcator is handing the win to Tawny Blake!"
"Fighter" by Christina Aguilera blasts over the sound system,
as Tawny blows a kiss to The Vindicator,
before hopping up and down in celebration!
Tawny leaps up to the second turnbuckle,
throwing her arms into the air with pure joy!
Suddenly, The Vindicator rushes back into the ring,
and leaps at Tawny's unsuspecting body,
pushing her over the top turnbuckle to the floor!
**DING DING DING**
PA: "The winner of the Apocalypse Match ... THE VINDICATOOOOOOOR!!!"
(The arena is suddenly filled with Gregorian Chants, which are quickly
drowned out by the sound of booing fans! The Vindicator smiles a sigh
of relief, as he runs his hands through his sweat-soaked hair, and
collapses to the canvas, as the referee raises his arm in victory!)
RM: "What a sneaky trick! The Vindicator stepped down onto the ring
steps, but never walked all the way to the floor! He never actually
eliminated himself!"
HP: "HA HAAA!!! BRILLIANT! I never thought I'd say that about The
Vindcator, but it was just that ... BRILLIANT!"
(Suddenly, the video wall lights up with a close-up on the mask of Jack
Ketch! The camera slowly zooms out, revealing a cardboard cut-out of
The Vindicator behind Ketch. Turning slowly, Ketch suddenly throws a
fireball at the cardboard cutout, and The Vindicator's image becomes
engulfed in flames!)
RM: "The mind games have already begun! Jack Ketch has retained the
Grand Championship tonight, and he's already sending a message to The
Vindicator!"
HP: "Hmmm ... maybe that damn match won't be so bad after all!"
RM: "We are out of satellite time, folks! Thank you for joining us
for this historic event, ARK OF APOCALYPSE!"
HP: "Good freaking night, humanoids!"
RM: "Drive home safely!"
(The cameras fade to black, as the camera shoots over the shoulder of a
groggy Vindicator in the ring, watching his own cardboard replica melt
away on the video wall.)
© 2003 - Demented Creations, Inc.
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