Live from The Time Warner Cable Arena in
MATCHES:
MIA SANCHEZ
vs.
SAM HAIN
- - Standard Match - -
Anarchy's KRAZZY KIDD
vs.
Impact's MORBID
- - Interpromotional Standard Match - -
NICK RYAN
vs.
MAXIMUS
- - Non-Title Standard Match - -
MAIN EVENT
We see JONATHYN arriving, in his rental as it parks and JONATHYN exits. He walks up to the doors of the arena, as the camera changes to inside of a vehicle. On the dashboard of the car, is a couple papers with a manila folder. Also with that is a camera for photography and dozen pens. A small sinister laugh is heard before the camera change back to the inside of the arena, as JONATHYN is walking the hallway. As JONATHYN passes the hallway, to journey towards the Offices, he runs into an XWF Official. "SON OF A GUN" by KMFDM blares through the sound system as pyros blow off left and right, one by one. KRAZZY KIDD and LAYLA both come out onto the scene, all business. KIDD has a fierce look upon his face as he strolls down to the ring with his LAYLA, who also looks very unpleased. KIDD jumps into the ring as LAYLA climbs up and follows him into the ring. KIDD stands with no expression on his face, a blank stare. The crowd has mixed emotions and know how KIDD is feeling after such a heartfelt loss to BIG SHANK. KIDD raises the microphone up to his mouth. MIA SANCHEZ ‘DING DING DING’ WINNER: SAM HAIN The silence in CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY's office is a nice, flavorful mix of eerie and awkward. Coming up on his second full hour in the role of executive producer, he's slowly starting to understand the advice that JONATHYN BROWN passed down over the phone: the job is less about the papers in front of you and more about the cavalcade of things distracting you from them.
Scene opens in the Office of JONATHYN, JONATHYN sitting staring at the box, all nice and neat. A purple bow on the top and the card. The camera pans to the card, as the numbers on it state. “3105-68” and JONATHYN is just speechless. JONATHYN looks up and a smile grows on his face, as the camera backs up to catch CHAD standing across the desk. CHAD still wrenching in pain, holding his ribcage. His face gently bandaged, but still CHAD. Impact's MORBID The lights turn completely red over the whole arena as white pyros shoot off by the entrance ramp. SON OF A GUN
comes over the sound system blaring as KRAZZY KIDD and LAYLA walk onto the ramp slowly, looking all around them at
all the fans with grins on both of their faces. KRAZZY KIDD struts his stuff all the way down the ramp, barking
back at fans, flipping people off, and then stops at the bottom of the ramp. KIDD gets on one knee as LAYLA stands
behind him with her back towards the backstage area...BOOOM....BOOOOM....BOOOOOM....three enormous pyros shoot off
into the air as KIDD and LAYLA pose together, then they both proceed to the ring as KRAZZY KIDD rolls into the
ring and LAYLA stands outside, clapping. WINNERS: KRAZZY KIDD NICK RYAN "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi hits the PA system, and that marks the arrival of NICK RYAN. RYAN parts the curtains and makes his way down to the ring to chorus of boos. Before he reaches the ring, those boos surprising turns to cheers as behind NICK RYAN comes SHAWN CHRISTOPHER, charging down behind him. He reaches NICK and nails him with an elbow to the back of the head. WINNER: MUNGBEAN MAXIMUS is walking backwards up towards the entrance, as CHAD rushes out and pushes him. CHAD pulls a microphone from his pocket, and looks at then towards MAXIMUS before speaking. MAIN EVENT Suddenly, all of the lights in the arena go out. The entire area is pitch black. And then, ‘ENTER SANDMAN’ hits the speakers, sending the entire crowd into a frenzy. Strobe lights begin flickering around the top of the stage. A set of pyrotechnics follow. ”My Name’s Jon Brown” hits the PA, and the crowd erupts as JONATHYN BROWN steps out to the stage. He climbs into the ring, the mic in one hand, a small silk bag in the other. JONATHYN: So I guess we have new champions now.. KORE is our new Universal Champ, and it only took him seven years. Bravo, champ. And JAMES RAVEN has finally found himself with the World Title around his waist. Well I need to tell both of you guy, and all our other new champions. DON’T GET TOO COMFY WITH THOSE NEW BELTS, because we are just THREE WEEKS AWAY from RAGE IN THE CAGE: FINAL DESTINATION! The crowd cheers. JONATHYN: For those of you who weren’t paying attention last week, let me explain this concept to all of you. Every match will be a THREE-WAY match in a steel cage. Simple right? But here’s where it gets tricky. Once the names are announced tonight, each participant will be required to submit to me their FINAL DESTINATION choices. In other words, the winner of the match will have final say on where the two losers end up! So if you win, you can tell me that you want to go to Massacre, and then tell me where your two opponents end up! And you must include each show! The crowd loves this idea. JONATHYN: This means if three main eventers are randomly selected to be in the same match, ONE OF THEM IS GUARANTEED TO GO TO IMPACT! The fans cheer the exciting concept. JONATHYN: And the best part is, the titles are all up for grabs too! No matter WHO is in the matches! And that includes the TAG TITLES! Even if one tag champ is in one match, and another tag champ is an another, they both need to win, or they will LOSE THAT BELT! You heard me right, the tag belts are being defended as SINGLES titles! So HEAVY D end up with a new partner, or two complete strangers could walk out as the new champs! More wild ideas from the boss! JONATHYN: So I’m not going to waste any more time! I’m pulling the first three names now! The crowd rumbles in anticipation as Jonathyn reaches into the bag.. He pulls out tree bits of paper. JONATHYN: Your first three-way is.. GRAPPLING GARY, CENTURION, and the return of.. ZACH RIZZA!! The crowd goes nuts! RIZZA returns to action at RAGE IN THE CAGE! JONATHYN reaches in again.. JONATHYN: Your next three-way is.. BRANDON BLADES, BRIAN CADY, and.. WHOA! KORE!.. WHAT? The Universal champ is taking on an Impact star and guy who’s barely hanging on? JONATHYN: And once again.. Here’s the next team.. JUSTIN KADE, JUNO RUKI, and CHAD! A fine opportunity for the new guys to prove themselves! Another quick reach into the bag. JONATHYN: Next up.. HAWAIIAN HARDHEAD, BOONDOCK SAINT.. and.. BRIAN BRAVEHEART. That should be interesting.. One of you two Impact guys is going to Massacre or Anarchy after this! Another reach.. JONATHYN: And now we have JOHNNY O BOM, facing off against SHAWN HUNT and MORBID! One of you two Impact guys is going to the big show for sure as well! Good luck! This is turning out to be a great day for the Impact stars! JONATHYN: And now we have HUNTER RYAN, MIA SANCHEZ and.. BIG SHANK! HEY! US Title on the line, people!! The fans cheer. Can HUNTER defeat BIG SHANK, or does MIA SANCHEZ have a shot? JONATHYN: Next up, it’s CRIMSON KLINE taking on REGGIE FRESH and SAM HAIN! Tag title number one on the line! The camera zooms in on the bag to prove this is all completely random as the crowd anticipates the name of the World Champion.. JONATHYN: Next, we’ve got KRAZZY KIDD taking on ARMAGEDDON X and THOMAS DAVIS! WHOA! Who’da thunk it? KIDD and DAVIS in the cage! The crowd is already pumped. But where is JAMES RAVEN’s name? JONATHYN: And now we have X-Treme champ RAGE.. taking on KEVIN JEWERT and.. WHOA! HEAVY D! Somebody is going to walk out of this as the X-Treme Champ and HALF OF THE TAG CHAMPS! This could be the match of the night!! The crowd is pumped as JONATHYN reaches in yet again! JONATHYN: Okay.. Here we go.. FAMINE OF THE VILE will be in action, taking on.. SHADOW WARRIOR and BARNEY GREEN! More major Impact moves! Another reach into the bag.. JONATHYN: Next up.. SCOTT CHARLOTTE vs. MARISOL HAWKES vs. MAXIMUS! Wow! The Canadian Title on the line! The Women’s title obvious will get a miss this time around.. Another reach. JONATHYN: JEREMIAH ROSS will hopefully be back in time, because he’s now slated to face ROXY NOVA and the returning TRENT GEIN! HART TITLE ON THE LINE! There aren’t many reaches left.. And still no sign of the World Champ! JONATHYN: Next, we’ve got BRIAN LANCE taking on LUNATIC and HANNAH TAYLOR! This should be an interesting chance for someone to shine! The crowd knows there are precious few names left on the XWF roster… JONATHYN: And finally.. I guess we all know who HAS to be in this bag still.. He reaches in.. JONATHYN: There are THREE names left in here, and the first one is.. CHASM! The second name is.. JAMES RAVEN, the WORLD CHAMP! And the final name is.. ALIAS! Impact gets two shots at the World title!! WHO WILL WIN? We’ll know in three short weeks! See you at RAGE IN THE CAGE!! JONATHYN leaves the ring, tossing the names and the bag into the crowd as mementos for some lucky fans.. as MASSACRE fades to black.
XWF Official: Oh JONATHYN! Excellent ending last night to Mutiny, good way to come out on top of things. And super job with announcing RAGE in the CAGE this year.
JONATHYN: Well thank you.
XWF Official: Well before you go to your office, know that, we received a package this morning, and we figured just to place it on the desk in your Office.
JONATHYN: Oh… thanks.
JONATHYN gives him a nod of approval, and starts walking towards the office, as his throat gets rough, and his forehead all sweaty. The fear grips him, as suddenly he smiles. It could be just cookies from Grandma.
JONATHYN: Oh by the way, great job around here. Stop by after the show, and I’ll share whatever the gift package is with you.
We fade out, as JONATHYN walks past the camera man, as the XWF Official turns and someone grabs him, and all you can see his black sleeves from a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of black gloves.
XWF Official: Oh no sir, don’t hurt me, I got a wife and kids, don’t hurt me. Please.
VOICE: Stop whining! Did you give JONATHYN the package from earlier?
XWF Official: Yes sir, I just informed him about it being on his desk, sir. Just don’t hurt me.
VOICE: Oh don’t worry, no intension. I’m planning on hurting JONATHYN, and sending him to his end, once and for all.
The man grabs the Official and pulls him off into the hallway, as the camera hurries to the hallway, as the Official is missing!? XWF has an INTRUDER! Warn security! Oh no, the show is going on air… in 5. 4. 3. 2. ………
Krazzy Kidd: Last night, I did the most STUPID thing I could ever do...I got sidetracked by that stupid scum bag THOMAS DAVIS and his "Secret Voiced" lover whom I have ideas who he might be. BOTH of them pose NO THREAT to me and if they want to come and bring, I DARE THEM TO! I will rip them apart from limb to limb until they are begging for mercy. Play time is over...with that...I have something for LAYLA to read to ALL of you! LAYLA, if you will...proceed...
KIDD passes the microphone to the lovely LAYLA. LAYLA pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolds it to read it aloud to the audience and to the television audience, nation wide.
LAYLA clears her throat, and begins.
LAYLA: AS OF SEPTEMBER 15TH, 2008...KRAZZY KIDD has a definite UNITED STATES TITLE RE-MATCH...NEXT WEEK...ON MASSACRE...AGAINST NONE OTHER THAN THE CURRENT UNITED STATES CHAMPION, BIG SHANK.
The crowd is completely SHOCKED and STUNNED as the words flow out of LAYLA'S mouth. KIDD stands laughing hysterically, motioning the title around his waist with his hands. LAYLA passes the mic back to KIDD who gets on the middle rope staring at the ramp and backstage area.
Krazzy Kidd: SO SHANK, congratulations on your victory for MY United States title last night. Good going, pal. I hope your vasquing in all the glory of being the NEW CHAMP...HEY CHAMP...THE NIGHT AFTER I WON THE X-TREME TITLE 2 MONTHS AGO, I HAD TO DEFEND IT! YOUR LUCKY you got a week. I had to find it in my heart to at least take a week to rejuvenate yourself. ALL YOU FANS, XWF SUPERSTARS...CAN KISS MY ASS!!
The fans ERUPT in a hardcore boo towards KRAZZY KIDD as he flips the crowd off. KIDD paces around the ring, getting infuriated.
Krazzy Kidd: THAT'S RIGHT, YOU HEARD CORRECT! I had a little change of heart..but then I SAID SCREW IT...they don't like me...they don't want me...TOO BAD...I'm not going ANYWHERE. So SHANK...here comes the NEXT bombshell....IT'S JUST US....no other contenders. YOU will be facing ME, boy. You best bring all you got, or whatever you got left. See for me, KRAZZY KIDD, I don't run out of steam. I am read for a title match ANY DAY of the week. YOU ALL MIGHT HATE ME NOW, GOOD...I INTEND to do so...I got a rematch clause in my contract when I was hired back to the XWF...so I cashed in my "Money In The Bank" so to speak.
LAYLA: BIG SHANK, you get yourself ready, chump. YOU will be facing MY KRAZZY KIDD for YOUR U.S. TITLE NEXT MONDAY HERE ON MASSACRE...IN A PARKING LOT BRAWL!!!
Krazzy Kidd: GET READY...TO RECOGNIZE...GREATNESS. You pull cheap shots, SHANKY, I PULL EM' TOO!
"SON OF A GUN" blasts through the sound system as KRAZZY KIDD drops the mic in the ring. KIDD and LAYLA laughs sadistically and demented knowing the WHOLE ENTIRE XWF INCLUDING SHANK despise them. KIDD and LAYLA leave the ring and they proceed to leave out of sight as well, disapearing into the crowd.
It's in STONE ladies and gentlemen! KRAZZY KIDD has a re-match clause NEXT WEEK here on MASSACRE against BIG SHANK, who is the CURRENT XWF United States champion. BIG SHANK has exactly a week to prepare for the twisted, deranged, PARKING LOT BRAWL that KIDD has scheduled.
vs.
SAM HAIN
- - Standard Match - -
In the ring, HAIN works SANCHEZ over, delivering a variety of punches and elbows that push the high-flyer back
towards the ropes. With an Irish whip, HAIN dips his shoulder and hoists SANCHEZ up and over with a back body
drop.
A snap suplex follows, then another, and with control firmly in hand, HAIN takes a moment to slowly rise and look
around the arena, smirk planted across his face.
SAM’s moment to take in the affects of his set-up cost him, though, as SANCHEZ pulls herself up and delivers a
dropkick to her opponent’s shoulder. The move sends HAIN crashing to the canvas, but he bounces right back up and
charges towards SANCHEZ.
SANCHEZ is ready, however, and charges forward with a flying clothesline of her own. HAIN goes down, then is back
to his feet. A second flying clothesline drops the HAIN again.
Spring off the middle rope, SANCHEZ twists in the air and lands with a cross body block that puts her in the
perfect pinning position.
ONE
TWO
T…
The crowd starts to get behind SANCHEZ as she pulls HAIN to his feet and leaps in the air, delivering a standing
hurricanrana. Taking to the top rope, the luchador leaps off for a cross-body but is caught mid-flight with a fist
to the sternum that sends her crashing to the canvas.
HAIN begins to lay the boots to his opponent. Locking SANCHEZ around the waist, HAIN delivers a bridging German
Suplex, holding the move for the pin.
ONE
TWO
TH…
With a handful of hair, HAIN pulls his opponent up and whips her into the ropes. SANCHEZ ducks under a clothesline
and hits the opposite set of cables. Bouncing back, he connects with an elbow that plants firmly on HAIN’s jaw. A
second charging elbow drops HAIN.
The crowd begins to once again get behind the underdog as she rushes in for a third elbow. This one, however,
misses its mark, as HAIN dips underneath and comes around just behind SANCHEZ. As the luchador spins around, she’s
hoisted in the air and shoved, in brutal fashion, to the canvas by a hand in the chest.
Grabbing SANCHEZ by the throat, HAIN yanks his opponent to his feet, then quickly tosses her overhead with a
choke-suplex. The luchador lands on his shoulders and back in awkward fashion and slowly rises to his feet, teeth
clenched in pain. As she stumbles around, HAIN charges in, delivering a clothesline that sandwiches SANCHEZ
against the turnbuckle.
Staggering out of the corner, SANCHEZ walks right into a head & arm suplex.
Indeed he is. Lifting his costume-dressed opponent, HAIN tucks SANCHEZ away in the powerbomb position and hooks
both arms.
The crowd reacts accordingly, and lifting briefly before dropping to his knees, HAIN spikes SANCHEZ’s skull into
the canvas with an underhook facebuster/piledriver.
The cover follows.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!
With his hands tented just above his chest, CONNOLLY leans back and keeps his gaze locked beyond the desk, to the person sitting on the other side. He quietly thanks KORE for giving him a little staring-contest practice earlier in the evening.
CONNOLLY: So...
Across the table, sat a man who hasn't been seen on MASSACRE in a year. Mr. CHRISTOPHER, CHAIRMAN OF THE XWF, returns the glare with a look that's as close to a full-blown sneer as a really hot pot of water is to boiling.
Mr. CHRISTOPHER, CHAIRMAN OF THE XWF: So.
CONNOLLY: What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Philly, paying Avengers with the Captain America reject.
Mr. CHRISTOPHER, CHAIRMAN OF THE XWF: Shouldn't you be home playing Daddy Day-Care?
CONNOLLY: Look, what is it that you want? I'm busy.
Mr. CHRISTOPHER, CHAIRMAN OF THE XWF: I'm here to help you. Can we talk, like.. off-camera or something? I don't want the millions of people finding out my plans so soon.
CONNOLLY sighs.
CONNOLLY: Fine. Guys in the truck, go somewhere else.
By order of the GM, we fade to black.
JONATHYN: CHAD pal! Can I do anything for you? Anything at all?
CHAD: You can explain what the hell is up with the last few months with me finding the bottom of the barrel, with every match. Can I get something for busting my rear end for you and the company nightly and weekly? I mean, four True Violence Matches, I got rid of BLACK ORDER and the plague that is…
JONATHYN: Now, now CHAD, you’re like a great asset to XWF, don’t forget that. I know some superstars put you down, but look who came out to save me at the end of Mutiny.
JONATHYN stands up and places his hands on the desk, bumping the lid off of the box, as it drops to the desk revealing the contents to JONATHYN. His jaw drops and eyes widen. JONATHYN looks stunned. CHAD gives him a look, then tries to look at the gift or box contents himself.
CHAD: What’cha got there JONNY MAC? A black dildo from your good pal, Bloodknight…
JONATHYN: Hey it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, lets change the subject.
JONATHYN says, quickly closing the box up and pushing it to the side.
CHAD: Are you sure, you’ve been acting really weird lately? Like near the end of Mutiny. And right now.. You seem… bothered?
JONATHYN drops to his seat, and puts his face in his hands.
JONATHYN: CHAD, I’ll tell you because I trust you. I got some weird phone call last night, someone is threatening my life… again. And I just got this gift from him. He also gave me a set of numbers, that hit, kinda close to home.
CHAD slowly stands up, and grabs the box to take a look, as his eyes widen and he drops the box, as it spills to the floor.
CHAD: God, that’s gross!
The camera looks at it, and it’s a JONATHYN action figure, snapped in half at the waist and smashed into a plate of POUTINE! Some gross bastard is playing mind games, with lots of twisting and turning. CHAD gives it a weird look and reaches down to grab the card.
CHAD: It says…. Answer your phone? What does that mean?
JONATHYN: You idiot, it means answer your phone.
CHAD grabs his phone from his pocket.
CHAD: But it’s not ringing.
Suddenly, JONATHYN’s phone rings on his desk. JONATHYN gives CHAD a look, and CHAD shrugs and grabs the phone up.
CHAD: Hello?
CHAD: Uh.. JONATHYN…? Uh.. yeah this is, JON BROWN, baby, JON BROWN.
CHAD gives a weird look to JONATHYN, and shrugs again, then goes to hand JONATHYN the phone, but JONATHYN waves him off.
CHAD: Come up for the weekend? Err… what?
CHAD: Marry you and move to Minnesota?
CHAD: I’m not so sure brother. No, not going to happen.
CHAD: Sure, I guess I can meet you.
CHAD: Red Onion, at 7 o’clock? GOTCHA!
CHAD hangs up the phone, and scratches his head.
JONATHYN: What the hell was that?!
CHAD: WHAT! I didn’t know how to handle it. It was some darn recording. It said twenty days, and it just didn’t stop. Just “JONATHYN…. TWENTY DAYS!” Over and over, so I tried to have a conversation, maybe someone would think it was real.
JONATHYN and CHAD look at the camera for a good second. Then CHAD turns to JONATHYN, and JONATHYN gives him a distressful look of horror.
CHAD: Don’t worry about a thing! CHAD SUPER is here, CHAD AQUA! CHAD DISNEY! CHAD BABY, CHAD is here, to save the day! I’ll have your back JONATHYN. I’m loyal, I’m XWF forever. CHAD LANTERN, I’ve got you JONATHYN.
CHAD starts to do the superhero pose, but wrenches in pain.
JONATHYN: You okay?
CHAD: I’ll be fine, go to the next match, next match. ERR… damn it.
JONATHYN stands to check on CHAD, and CHAD waves off the camera, as the camera pans to the disgusting gift left for JONATHYN. Icky poutine, and a broken JONATHYN BROWN action figure.
vs.
Anarchy's KRAZZY KIDD
- - Interpromotional Standard Match - -
With Morbid already in the ring waiting, this match gets underway.
DING-DING-DING!
KIDD and MORBID are all over each other as soon as the bell rings. Locking up in the centre of the ring, the two
big men begin a battle of strength which the bulkier KIDD wins. However, he can only hold MORBID for a couple of
seconds before the move is reversed and MORBID puts KIDD in a waist lock of his own. Perhaps looking for a belly-
to-back suplex, MORBID’s attempt to lift KIDD is thwarted as an elbow collides with his temple. Once again the two
lock up, with KIDD forcing his opponent back into the ropes, forcing the referee to separate them.
Another lock-up. This time it’s MORBID’s turn to take the advantage, locking KIDD in a side headlock and throwing
his fist into his skull a few times for good measure. The KRAZZY ONE bites back, using brute strength to worm
himself out of the move and push MORBID forward. It’s not long before the two men are standing in the centre of
the ring exchanging lefts and rights…
The tide begins to turn in KIDD’s favour. KIDD taking advantage now… left, right, left… and WHAM! What a haymaker!
But MORBID stays on his feet… Grabbing one of MORBID’s flailing arms, KIDD Irish whips him off the ropes. MORBID
on the rebound… KIDD grabs him… WHAM! What a spinebuster! KRAZZY KIDD slams his opponent’s back down violently
against the canvas before hooking the leg and making an early pinfall attempt.
…1!
…2!
No! Easy kickout from MORBID, who powers out with authority.
Grabbing MORBID by the hair, KIDD pulls him up into a seated position, driving a knee into his spine as he pulls
back with a chinlock. It doesn’t take long for the strained MORBID to start mounting a comeback. Slowly he fights
against KIDD until he forces him up to a standing position, but KIDD switches the move into a sleeper to maintain
the pressure. It’s not enough to keep MORBID down, however, and MORBID soon breaks the hold by punching KIDD
square in the forehead. As his opponent staggers backwards, MORBID charges forward and nails him with a
clothesline that sends KIDD tumbling over the top rope and to the outside!
KIDD staggers blindly towards the ring, only to stumble right into a baseball slide from MORBID! His opponent
reeling, MORBID slips out of the ring, knees him in the gut, and nails him with a DDT! And now the referee starts
the mandatory count-out!
…1!
…2!
…3!
MORBID has KIDD up against the guardrail and slaps him across the chest with a couple of knife-edge chops. As
KIDD’s chest starts to become a shade of crimson, MORBID grabs him by the hair and leads him around the side of
the ring.
…4!
…5!
…6!
Continuing his assault, MORBID whips KIDD back-first into the steps, which don’t quite topple over!
…7!
…8!
Refusing to pick up a cheap win via count-out, MORBID once again yanks KIDD up and rolls him into the ring. He
hops up on the apron himself, stopping the count, before making the cover.
…1!
…2!
NO! KIDD with the shoulder up! A near fall from MORBID though, who’s already inflicted a lot of punishment on KIDD
with those moves on the outside! Feeding off of the crowd’s energy, MORBID hauls KIDD back to a vertical base and
throws him a left jab and then a right. He steps backwards before diving forward with a spinning wheel kick which
sends MORBID falling into the turnbuckles. MORBID continues hammering away with a couple of body shots in the
corner, but KIDD battles back, grabbing THE KRAZZY ONE by the throat, and forcing him into the corner! KIDD with
the reversal! However, before he can mount anything like a serious assault, he finds MORBID’s boot wedged between
his legs! In a splitsecond MORBID channels the spirit of one Mr. Levesque as he grabs the back of KIDD’ head and
forces it down across his knee! Facebuster from MORBID! And now the cover…
…1!
…2!
KIDD kicks out!
Keen to get on with the match, MORBID pulls KIDD up again, and backs him up against the ropes. KIDD, however,
finds the energy to push MORBID backwards before slapping him across the cheek! MORBID blinks, genuinely
flabbergasted by KIDD’ choice of attack. Ohhh! And the fans don’t like that one bit! Neither does MORBID! Sure
enough, MORBID charges at KIDD looking for another clothesline, but The KRAZZY ONE is quick enough on his feet to
dodge the attempt. As MORBID blindly turns to face him, KIDD blindsides him with an eye rake before taking him
down with a snapmare. With his opponent seated KIDD suddenly kicks him not once, but twice, very hard in the
kidneys.
Instead of keeping up with the kicks, KIDD pulls MORBID up and whips him off the ropes, before downing him again
with a Thesz Press. Going all Stone Cold on our ass with a couple of mounted punches, KIDD leaps up from MORBID’s
body before rolling him onto his back and pulling his head up, only to violently force it downs again stomping his
face into the mat! And KIDD now going for the pin!
…1!
…2!
… NO! MORBID with the shoulder up. Seeing the opportunity to inflict a little more punishment on his adversary,
KIDD stomps him up again. He quickly backs up a few steps, before charging towards MORBID and nailing him with a
vicious kick to the side of his head. After nailing the Kranium Kick, KIDD hooks the leg.
…1!
…2!
…3!!!
DING-DING-DING!
vs.
MAXIMUS
- - Standard Match - -
With NICK down, he pulls him up by the head, and tosses him in the ring. He slides in after him and NICK is pulling himself up. NICK turns around and is met with the Snake Eyes to the head. NICK is out like a light! He grabs NICK's unconscious head and hoists him up, driving him down into the mat with the Great Jesus Driver!
SHAWN rises to his feet, and smiles out to the crowd, who are blowing the roof off the building. He motions for a microphone, and like in 2007, the ol' skool mic falls from the heavens.
SC: Hey LITTLE NICKY. I know you probably can't hear me, being knocked the f**k out and all. But I was told to come out here and notify you of a programming change. See, you won't be facing MAXIMUS tonight as, well frankly, you don't deserve to. But we have found you a suitable replacement.
Some music hits in the arena, and the fans don't know what to think. But that soon changes as the curtains part and out walks...
.
.
MUNGBEAN!!!
He runs down the aisle and climbs in the ring, as the fans are going crazy. With a smile on his face, SHAWN calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
MUNGBEAN immeditely climbs to the top rope, and leaps off, nailing NICK RYAN with a body splash. He gets to his feet, plants a foot on NICK's chest.
1!
2!
3!!!
MUNGBEAN leaps in the air in victory as the crowd goes wild. He hops out the ring, and celebrates with the fans as SC calmly climbs out the ring, as security slide in the ring to gather what's left of Mr. RYAN. SHAWN slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way up the aisle, and he's met at the top by CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY.
CONNOLLY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
SC: Calm down, dude. Look at the fans. Feel the excitement! I did you a favor. And I got many more ideas in mind. Trust me.
SHAWN walks past C2 leaving him wondering if he's made a grave mistake.
CHAD: Loser….
CHAD points the microphone at MAXIMUS’s mouth.
CHAD: Oh who are we kidding, I hand you the microphone and you’ll never shut up, just like your lame A-- promos! Always putting people asleep, you’re about as worse as BOONDOCK SAINT. You know that MAXXIE PUSS.
CHAD starts pacing, as MAXIMUS looks pissed.
CHAD: I’m not out here, to say you won, because of a fluke, because you just got lucky. No, you beat me fair and squarely, because I fell completely asleep after watching each one of your promos. It was like watching an episode of Gilmore Girls, or 7th Heaven. Hot females, but still doesn’t compare to the disgustingly obvious overdrawn plots and cliff hangers. No one cares about your life MAXIMUS. No one. So I don’t want a rematch for that obviously tin can of a title you hold. I just want my dignity. So next week, I say I beg the powers that are, that is, and they forever will be. To give me a rematch of my choice. MAXXIE PUSS, VS CHAD MASTER, in an old fashion STREET FIGHT. Literally out in the street, nothing you’ve ever seen before.
CHAD steps forward to meet nose for nose to MAXIMUS.
CHAD: Because, god knows, those and these fans know. You’re win last night. Proves only one thing. And that is you’ve been giving way too much ahead in this business. I mean, we all know what happens to guys like you when they go to prison.
CHAD says, as he turns his back to MAXIMUS, as MAXIMUS gets overly upset and smashes CHAD with the CANADIAN TITLE. CHAD drops to the ground, as MAXIMUS grabs up the microphone.
MAXIMUS: You got it sister. A non-title Street fight next week. Sounds just perfect to me. I’m out I got other important things to deal with then a scumbag sore loser like you.
MAXIMUS starts to the entranceway, as suddenly the lights dim, and MAXIMUS turns to look at the rising CHAD as hooks fly from the rafters and hook CHAD under his arms and hoists CHAD about ten feet into the air.
VOICE: So CHAD, you want to pledge your alliance to JONATHYN BROWN. Proclaim your superhero status before all of XWF. Well loyalty will fail, honor will fall and grace and mercy will not be granted. Anyone standing in my way from ending that wretched life of JONATHYN’s will pay! And you shall be the EXAMPLE!
Suddenly from the entranceway, pyrotechnics fire off towards CHAD and they just connect and explode into the body, starting CHAD ablaze! MAXIMUS falls to the ground and looks about as the firing of the pyrotechnics just keep firing. MAXIMUS hurries about to unplug them, as CHAD falls to the entranceway a bloody mess. MAXIMUS hurries to the side of the bloody CHAD as BIG SHANK runs out to the aid, as SHANK calls for some EMTs.
Honestly XWF, we don’t know what the hell is happening. This is a horrible attack from that INTRUDER. JONATHYN has got some kind of stalker, and this has been way too far. CHAD was brutalized, and he’s just, oh my god, I can’t even talk. Cut to commercial. Cut. We’ll give you news when it comes available. Just cut, this is too much. Over the line, mister, over the darn line.
After one last set of fireworks blast off from the top of the rampway, the lights turn back on, and there he is!
THE NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION! THE HIGH ROLLER! KORE IS IN THE BUILDING!
THE HIGH ROLLER looks around the arena from the top of the ramp; one of the biggest smiles ever is seen on his face. He admires the fans for a few moments as they begin chanting his name. KORE poses for the fans and begins strutting down the ramp, carefully resting the UNIVERSAL TITLE over his right shoulder. Just before sliding into the ring, KORE removes his sunglasses and tosses them into the crowd for a lucky fan. He promptly enters the ring and asks for a microphone. He receives one shortly thereafter. THE HIGH ROLLER paces around the ring slowly with that same smile still on his face all the while. KORE then comes to a stop in the center of the ring and brings the microphone to his mouth as he tilts his head back a bit.
KORE: HELLO BOYS AND GIRLS!!
The crowd cheers even louder. After a minute or so, the chants and cheers die down a bit, as the fans want to hear what the new UNIVERSAL CHAMPION has to say.
KORE: What did I tell you? What did I tell you all? I said it was my chance. My time. After seven years in this company, I can finally say.. I did it. I finally won the big one. Dreams do come true, boys and girls. I beat three of the top stars in this business, and I did it without even breaking a sweat. I said it before and I’ll say it again.. I’ve yet to enter my prime. I’m still a ripe 25 years old, and the fact of the matter is now that THE HIGH ROLLER is on top of the XWF, he can only get better.
The fans cheer, hoping for more success from THE HIGH ROLLER. KORE looks down at the UNIVERSAL TITLE belt laid across his shoulder and admires it some. He takes it off, kisses it, and then drapes it back over his right shoulder.
KORE: This has been a long time coming. I know this. But they can’t take this one away from me. Now that I’ve finally won it, I will not let it out of my sights. Not for a second. When it’s all said and done, THE HIGH ROLLER will be looked back as one of the greatest UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONS of all time. Up there with the STEVE JASON’s, BRAND’s, COOPER’s and BIGG RIGG’s. If the competition is going to be like it was last night for the rest of my tenure here, then I should have no problem in continuing my reign of greatness. I’ve gotta’ wonder what DAN was doing last night. He had a slight chance at grabbing the title, but HE must’ve been the one who was drinking before the match instead of me.. because for the life of him, he just couldn’t grab that title!
An evil and devious smirk comes to the face of KORE. Mixed reactions are heard from the crowd.
KORE: But fear not, boys and girls. If he had laid even a single finger on that title, I was there.. waiting.. ready to pounce. I beat BOONDOCK SAINT in the biggest match of my career and probably of the year. And the best thing is.. it was at his OWN Pay Per View! That’s really gotta’ sting, DAN. Doesn’t it? Almost hurts as much as falling short of your dream for seven years, huh?
THE HIGH ROLLER pauses, as he looks up to the heavens.
KORE: The ‘KuRse’ has been lifted. My destiny has finally been realized. You just gotta’ have faith, boys and girls. That’s all it comes down to. I hate to sound cliché, but if you believe in yourself, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. And I’m living proof of that.
The crowd reacts to the new UNIVERSAL champion in the ring holding his belt up high in the air. All of a sudden, the lights turn off and it's pitch black and there's a picture of ZACH RIZZA sitting up in his bed....his face is battered and bruised, still from the burns from the explosion. The crowd roars seeing his face.
RIZZA: KORE..congradulations, man. You really showed those guys that you, KORE, are the man among the men that you beat...
ZACH is forcing words to come out.
RIZZA: But...you see, KORE...you owe...me something. If it wasn't for...THOMAS DAVIS...I would....still be your champion....and you....KORE......will not be. So KORE, congradulations on winning the UNIVERSAL CHAMP and you are welcome for giving you a....welcome.....to the "Big......Tyme".....moment.
The video cuts out and gives out a a test pattern is shown. The lights turn back on and KORE turns around and is met with a huge clothesline, turning KORE inside out! The camera pans to the side and there...looking down at the current UNIVERSAL CHAMPION...
IT'S "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA!!!
The crowd roars as the former UNIVERSAL CHAMPION stands still over the UNIVERSAL CHAMPION, and without saying another word...ZACH leaves the ring, still having no emotion and goes through the curtains and into the back.
