Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jul 4, 2011 13:14:24 GMT -5
THIS MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY ZACH RIZZA
The camera cuts back to a locker room. The door swings open and "Big Tyme" Zach Rizza steps out. He hears the boos echoing through the hallways. Zach has a big smile on his face, shaking his head. Zach's blonde hair is slicked back, with aviator sunglasses on and wearing a suit with a popped collar.
RIZZA: I LOVE being in Atlanta for the Fourth of July!
Some cheers are mixed in with the boos.
RIZZA: I mean, where else do you have to guess whether or not the noises you hear are from fireworks and not from a gang war breaking out outside?
The boos pick up steam again. Zach gets a huge smile on his face.
RIZZA: America. Home of the brave! Land of the free! Grab a brick and throw it at a window! EVERYTHING'S FREE THEN! I'm sure Atlanta has those moments once in a while...
The crowd continues to boo.
RIZZA: ...a year?
The boos get louder.
RIZZA: ...Oh, is that a monthly thing now?
The boos get even louder. Zach winces and steps back a bit.
RIZZA: Ok, so you are telling me there's a Red Brick Discount once a week?! Damn, I guess it really was "Made in Georgia".
The boos continue to rain down on Zach.
RIZZA: Ok, ok, ok. I don't want to continue talking about you guys. I don't want you to get the impression that I care for what you people think, because I don't. I want you guys to take a look at the new me.
Zach spreads his arms and begins to slowly turn around and bob side to side.
RIZZA: I may be the best looking son of a bitch in Atlanta, Georgia. But you know something? I never felt better! Grant it, I got the stench of gun smoke, ugly bitches and weed AS I EXIT THE TERMINAL ON YOUR CRUMMY ASS AIRLINE, but look at me! I feel like a million bucks, more then you guys are EVER going to see in a lifetime.
And once I get done with Andre Dixon, you will all be a witness...which is something I am pretty sure eleven-twelfths of the audience knows all too well...to your very own "Welcome to the 'Big Tyme' Moment"!
Zach straightens up his jacket and re-enters his locker room to a barrage of boos. The scene fades to the ring.
MATCH 6:
SINGLES ACTION
OREN vs PETER GILMOUR
Oren and Gilmour stand in opposing corners. Oren races at Gilmour and the two men meet in the middle with thunderous right hands to the sound of the bell, kicking this match off at an incredibly high tempo. Oren is over-powered by the taller man, Gilmour, who beats Oren back against the ropes, wailing on him with several hard right hands but Oren ducks one and the roles are quickly reversed. Oren is now laying the right hands in on Gilmour! Oren whips Gilmour off the ropes and catches him coming back with a flying forearm smash to a loud cheer from the fans in the arena. Oren nods his approval as he meets a quickly ascending Gilmour with a knee to the face before hooking him up and taking him over in a snap suplex. Oren looks pumped as he stands over Gilmour who slowly climbs to his feet and is caught with stiff chop from Oren. Oren goes to whip Gilmour off the ropes but Gilmour counters and drives his knee into Oren’s mid-section before whipping Oren into the ropes and catching Oren with a Yakuza Kick. Gilmour pick Oren up, hooks him up and drops him to the mat with a bridged German Suplex.
One... Two... Thr-Shoulder up!
Oren rolls his shoulder out before the three count in the first near fall of the contest and rolls across towards the ropes as Gilmour pushes himself off the mat and looks across at Oren, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him off the ring ropes but Gilmour makes the mistake of ducking down and Oren takes advantage with a Sunset Flip.
One... Two... Thre-Kickout!
Gilmour manages to kick out before the three but Oren is up as fast as he can and is quick to meet Gilmour with a cradle and another pin attempt.
One... Two... Thre-Kickout again!
Again, Gilmour manages to slip out before a three once again. For the second time, Oren is up to his feet incredibly quickly, going for another pin attempt, this time with a small package.
One... Two... Thre-Kickout for the third time!
Diamond: Oren is incredibly quick in the ring, three near falls within a matter of seconds.
Rotten: That’s nothing. Gilmour could knock him clean out in 1 second.
Oren steps back into the corner as a dazed Gilmour stumbles up to his feet and Oren charges right at Peter, spearing him right back into the corner, driving his shoulder into Gilmour’s gut several times over, literally driving the air right out of him. Oren whips Gilmour into the opposite corner and races across the ring, leaping high into the air and coming down with a huge Stinger Splash. Oren steps back as Peter Gilmour stumbles out of the corner and towards a picture perfect Spinebuster before Oren follows it up with the cover.
One... Two... Th-Gilmour kicks out!
Oren shakes his head in a way that insinuates he wasn’t expecting a three and that it was a mistake to go for the cover. Oren pulls Gilmour up by the hair and Gilmour throws a thumb towards Oren, driving it right into his eye, blinding Oren.
Rotten: Brilliant move by Gilmour helping him regain the upper hand.
Diamond: Don’t you mean “cheap” move?
Rotten: Whatever do you mean?
Gilmour runs at Oren, driving his knee right into Oren’s mid-section, winding him. Gilmour drives his forearm down onto Oren’s back, eliciting a rather loud yelp from Oren. Gilmour shoves Oren back against the ropes and catches him with several hard right hands before whipping him off the ring ropes and he drives Oren to the mat with a Powerslam into a pin attempt.
One... Two... Thr-Oren slips out.
The shoulder is thrown up before Gilmour can pin Oren to the mat for the third and final count.
Gilmour: Yakuza Kick. 2 count.
Gilmour nails Oren with a boot to the gut and lifts him up, slamming him hard to the mat with a huge Powerbomb that shakes the entire ring. Gilmour drops to his knees in going for the cover.
One... Two... Thr-Kickout!
Oren kicks out and Gilmour just breaks out into a smile, quickly climbing too his feet and pulling Oren up along with him. Gilmour drives his boot into Oren’s gut again and nails him with a second Powerbomb. He goes for the cover again, hooking the leg.
One... Two... Thre-Shoulder up!
Oren, again, gets out of the pinning predicament before the three. Gilmour’s smile remains but the grin is not as wide as he climbs to his feet once again. Oren slowly pushes himself up off the canvas as Gilmour stands over him awaiting his return to a vertical base. Oren is up and barely able to stand as Gilmour lifts him high into the air once again, slamming him to the mat with the biggest Powerbomb of the three!! Gilmour nods as if to say the match is done as he drops to the mat and hooks Oren’s leg.
One... Two... Three-NO!!
OREN KICKED OUT OF A THIRD POWERBOMB!
Rotten: This is crap, it’s a conspiracy damn it!
Diamond: It’s not a conspiracy, Oren is just one of those “never say die” kind of guys!
Gilmour climbs to his feet, no smile this time, and shakes his head in anger. Not waiting for Oren to get up again, Gilmour lifts a groggy Oren up and goes for a fourth Powerbomb but Oren counters! Hurricanrana into a pin fall attempt.
One... Two... Thr-Gilmour kicks out!
Peter Gilmour uses his leg strength to force Oren off but Oren is smart and uses the momentum of the move to lock Gilmour tight into a Boston Crab submission move! Oren’s got in synched in! He’s yanking away at the hold as Gilmour is screaming in pain, trying to reach the ropes but they’re a long way away! Gilmour attempts to bridge out of the hold but Oren is tenacious and won’t release the move, sitting in on it as Gilmour desperately tries to reach the ring ropes again. He slowly but surely makes his way across, the anguish obvious in his face with every single inch he manages to move before, finally, he gets a hand on the bottom rope, forcing Oren to break the hold. Oren steps across to the corner and leans up against the turnbuckle as he takes a few moments to recover from the three Powerbombs that he suffered just a few moments ago. Gilmour slowly climbs to his feet as Oren steps out from the corner and nails Gilmour with a stiff right hand. He beats Gilmour back against the ropes with a few more right hands, whipping Gilmour off the ring ropes and going for a clothesline that Gilmour ducks and Peter comes flying back at Oren with a huge Lariat!
Diamond: He just took his damn head off!
Rotten: Oren just got flattened by a freight train named Peter Gilmour.
Gilmour races across to the almost decapitated Oren and goes for a cover.
One... Two... Three-NO!
Oren has his foot on the bottom rope!
Gilmour can’t believe it. His ring awareness may have cost him the victory right there!
Gilmour pulls himself up using the ring ropes and steps across to pick Oren up but Oren counters and sends Gilmour crashing, shoulder first, into the steel ring post. As Gilmour slowly pushes himself away from the steel, Oren gets to his feet and, as Gilmour turns around, Oren catches him flush in the jaw with the Superkick that he calls Goodnight, Farewell. Oren drops down across Gilmour in a cover.
One... Two... Three-NO!
Gilmour kicked out!
Oren can’t believe it and neither can these fans!
What a match up between these two!
Oren climbs to his feet and charges at Gilmour as he too gets to his feet but Gilmour is ready for Oren and he catches him with a Doomsday!! Gilmour slams Oren down to the mat with a huge Doomsday!!
Diamond: He got all of that one, did Gilmour.
Rotten: That’s it, Oren’s done!
Gilmour hooks up the leg.
One... Two... Three-NO!!
Rotten: WHAT?!
Diamond: Oren kicked out! This kid is made of something else!
Rotten: That was a slow count, there’s not way he just kicked out of that Doomsday.
Gilmour is in shock as he sits up, completely taken back at the fact Oren just kicked out of Doomsday! Peter climbs up onto his feet and looks down at Oren, who is struggling to get to his feet, and he signals for the end.
Rotten: He’s going to go for a Killswitch, Gilmour’s got it.
Diamond: If he manages to nail that Killswitch, it may well be over.
Gilmour pulls Oren up by the hair when Oren leaps up and drops Gilmour to the mat with an Eye Of Oren!
Diamond: Out of absolutely nowhere!!
Rotten: That move did nothing, Pete will shake it off.
Oren takes a few moments to regain his breath before rolling Gilmour onto his back, draping an arm across his chest.
One... Two... Three-Kickout!
Gilmour kicked out!
Diamond: What resilience from Gilmour!
Rotten: Gilmour is showing everyone just how good he really is.
Oren can’t believe it as he sits up, slapping the mat in frustration. He gets to his feet and turns around to see Gilmour attempting to sit upright. Out of pure anger, Oren lets out a primal yell, runs and kicks Gilmour right in the head as hard as he possibly can almost taking Gilmour’s head clean off as a splattering of blood flies across the ring from Gilmour’s mouth. Oren drops to the mat and hooks the leg.
One... Two... Three!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, OREN!
The Atlanta crowd applauds the outcome, but the scene frantically cuts backstage.
MUDD/RAVE/NATHAN LUCAS...
The camera opens up backstage, on the face of the newly crowned WGWF Intercontinental Champion, Jason Mudd. His eyes are intense and focused, his granite-like chin swept with short brown stubble. His face is a mask of pure concentration, a small vein popping in his forehead as he finally blinks and whispers a simple phrase.
MUDD: Go fish.
The camera pans out to reveal Jason sitting at a small wooden table with several playing cards in his hand. Sitting across from him is James Raven, the 2011 Master of the Mat, who reaches towards the center of the table and draws another card.
MUDD: Do you have any 5’s?
RAVEN: … Fuck.
James tosses the 5 of spades down on the table, sighing as Mudd snatches it up and matches it with his own 5 of hearts, setting them down on top of his pair of 7’s. Mudd studies his hand, quickly trying to figure out his next move as James eyes him warily.
MUDD: Do you have any-
? ? ?: Balls?
Mudd and Raven look up in surprise, staring off camera and blinking several times. The camera pulls back even further, and into the shot walks Nathan Lucas, the now former Television Champion. Slowly, Jason and James stand up and stare down Nathan who holds his hands in the air innocently.
NATHAN: Calm down, boys… I’m not here to start any trouble, I swear. I just heard you asking each other “do you have”, and I figured it was as good an opportunity as any to find out if Jason Mudd has any testicular fortitude.
Mudd looks uncomfortably at Raven, turning the front of his body slowly away from Nathan.
MUDD: James, if he’s asking me to show him my junk, I’m not doing it…
RAVEN: You are if he pays me enough, kid.
MUDD: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOU-
RAVEN: Quiet, hoe… I’m doing business, now. So, Nathan, are you just interested in looking at the goods, or could I interest you in something a little more “hands on”?
Nathan shakes his head in frustration, his brow furrowing as he slams his palm down on the card table in frustration, sending the deck sliding off the edge and spilling to the floor.
NATHAN: Shut up! I’m not trying to fuck the IC champ, you fucking morons, I’m trying to fight him… I just want to see if he has the guts to put his belt on the line against me.
Mudd looks at Raven again, this time grinning in amusement.
MUDD: Do I have the guts to take on a gimped out rookie whose “sterling reputation” was built on wins over jobbers and talentless wastes of air-time, only to be shattered by the first legitimate opponent he ever faced? Yeah, I think I’ve got that in me…
Before Nathan can say anything else, James steps in between the two and holds out his arms, looking at Nathan skeptically.
RAVEN: Hold on a second, before this remedial garbage goes any further, how are you even in a position to try and challenge him right now? Didn’t you just vacate the Television title because you’re not cleared to fight?
NATHAN: My business is my business, James… besides, I wouldn’t talk. You’re the one who waited the better part of a year for a World title opportunity, only to sit on the sidelines when it finally comes your way.
RAVEN: Fuck you, my shot doesn’t have an expiration date.
NATHAN: Fuck you. Mine doesn’t either. Ranma Saotome told me in exchange for my Television title, the I.C. shot was mine when I was ready for it.
Now it’s Mudd’s turn to intervene. He puts a hand on Raven’s shoulder, pulling the Master of the Mat away from Nathan and stepping forward to face Lucas himself.
MUDD: I appreciate the back-up, James, but this appears to be between me and this little cockroach right here. Listen to me, Nathan; I will be beating Kenny Radical tonight, and I will be beating anyone Page and Ranma throw at me at Adrenaline. Come August, I’ll be twiddling my thumbs and waiting for you to make a move. If you’re still not recovered from your broken nail, or sprained index finger, or whatever the fuck you’re sitting out for, though… well, you and your “free title shot” can kiss my ass, and pull a Rosa Parks…
NATHAN: Rosa Parks?
RAVEN: Head to the back of the bus where you belong.
Nathan looks at Raven for a moment, and then back at Mudd. He grins slowly, and then nods his head.
NATHAN: August, huh? I’ll think it over…
MUDD: I think you misunderstood; that wasn’t a proposition, it was a statement of fact.
Without another word, Nathan backs away and out of the camera shot. Slowly, Raven and Mudd sit back down at the table and look at the deck of cards spilled onto the floor. Mudd bends down to pick them up, placing them back on the table.
MUDD: You want to play again?
RAVEN: Man, you ever get the feeling we’re too old to play this game?
MUDD: Yeah… you want to play ‘War’ instead?
RAVEN: Ummmm… FUCK YEAH?!?!?
Mudd shuffles the cards and begins to deal them out, and the camera slowly fades out.
MATCH 7
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
KENNY RADICAL w/ Chris Page vs JASON MUDD w/ James Raven
The camera returns to the ring, the fans rising from their seats in electric excitement as the High Definition Screen over the entrance ramp lights up with an image of the Intercontinental title. In the ring we see Donald Masters, dressed to the nines as usual and with a microphone in his hand as he proudly announces the next contest.
MASTERS: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the WGWF Intercontinental Championship!
The fans pop loudly, the camera focusing once more on the image of the title belt on the big screen before returning to Donald Masters who motions to the stage.
MASTERS: Introducing the challenger, a former Intercontinental Champion and member of Genesis 2k11… KENNY RADICAAAAAAL!!!
“So Cold” by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers as Kenny makes his way out and stands motionlessly at the top of the ramp. Red and silver pyrotechnics go off at the far corners of the stage, showering the young superstar with sparks. The fans bombard him with jeers, but a quick flash of his middle finger shows them he just doesn't give a damn.
MASTERS: Radical is being accompanied at ringside by your WGWF co-owner, Chronic Chris Page!
A chorus of boo’s rain down from the stands as all of the sudden Kenny’s lights turn a bright green, and CCP makes his way out from behind the black curtain, joining Radical on the stage. Page rolls his eyes, and Radical mouths a few choice words to the fans that are probably best left unrepeated.
ROTTEN: Ladies and gentlemen, your new Intercontinental Champion... you heard it here first.
DIAMOND: Flash Rotten, out of his mind... you heard it here first.
Radical and CCP reach the ring, Kenny bounding inside the ropes and Page making his way calmly around the apron to his spot. Kenny uses the top rope to stretch a bit, then leaps up and down in anticipation as his music fades out and Donald Masters looks back into the camera lens.
MASTERS: And his opponent, the current Intercontinental Champion, JAAAAAAASON MUDD!!!
SCREAM!
AIM!
FIRE!
OVER THE TOP! OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME! OVER THE TOP OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME!
"Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine exlodes through the arena. Jason Mudd quickly makes his way from the back, looking out at the crowd, a sense of what's to come in his dark brown hues. Serious. Egotistical. A cocky grin shoots across his face. Around his waist is the title belt this whole spectacle revolves around, and he stops on the ramp and points behind him.
MASTERS: Accompanying him to the ring, the 2011 Master of the Mat, JAMES RAVEN!
The crowd pops loudly as the “good guys” pose atop the ramp, and with a sudden grin sprint down towards the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. Before they can even climb to their feet, though, Radical sprints over to them, stomping Mudd's head and back several times.
ROTTEN: I LOVE IT! Wasting no time!
DIAMOND: Wasting no time? The match hasn't even started yet!
The referee quickly urges Raven out of the ring, and then manages to pull Radical away from Mudd long enough for the champion to rise and hurl his title belt over the top rope to Raven. With no more delay, the referee calls for the bell and we're officially underway!
DING! DING! DNG!
Radical sprints from his corner, charging at Mudd who drops flat on his stomach and lets Radical sail harmlessly over him. Radical bounces off the opposite side of the ring, and as he reaches Mudd for the second time he's met with a big back body drop. Mudd quickly tries to jump on top of Radical and lock in a crossface, but Radical throws a quick elbow and knocks Mudd to the canvas. The two men roll back to their feet, tying up quickly in a “test of strength” that results in Mudd being irish whipped across the ring. On the rebound, Radical catches Mudd with a scoop slam that puts him flat on his back. Radical sprints to the corner, looking to go airborne as Mudd lays motionless on the canvas. Radical looks for a flying elbow, but Jason rolls easily out of the way and Radical hits the mat hard.
DIAMOND: Nobody home!
Radical lays on the mat, staring up at the canvas in pain as Mudd quickly climbs on top, looking for the pinfall.
ONE!
TW-
Chris Page reaches in under the bottom rope, grabbing Mudd by the foot and dragging him off of Radical, breaking the pinfall. The fans boo loudly, but Chris Page just grins and walks casually back to his corner. He shoots a grin across the ring to Raven who just chuckles and shakes his head in amusement.
DIAMOND: Chris Page... as blatant a cheater as ever...
ROTTEN: I won't even dignify that with a response!
The two competitors climb back to their feet, once more rushing back at each other. Mudd hits a quick clothesline, and Radical drops to his knee. Mudd tries to follow it up with a dropkick, but Radical rolls quickly out of the way and launches himself through the air with a crossbody that puts Mudd flat, and Kenny lands on top of him, looking for a pin attempt of his own.
ONE!
Before the referee even gets to two, Raven reaches in under the rope and grabs Radical, dragging him off of Mudd and out of the ring. Radical turns to Raven furiously, shouting angrily as the referee motions for Kenny to get back into the ring. Kenny reaches out for Raven who jumps backwards to avoid him, and finally Radical turns back to the ring and slides inside. Mudd is waiting for him, slamming his boot into Kenny's face and leaving him flat on the canvas. Mudd grabs Kenny by the hair, lifting him to a vertical base and hitting a quick DDT.
ROTTEN: This is disgusting! Mudd takes the advantage off some underhanded Raven technique...
DIAMOND: Did you major in double-standards in college?
Mudd lifts Kenny to his feet once more, irish whipping him across the ring and catching him with a boot to the stomach on the rebound, doubling Kenny over. Mudd hooks Radicals arms, lifting him into the air and spinning him impressively before bringing Radicals spine down on his own knee. Radical shouts out in pain, sliding to the ground clutching his back. Mudd runs off the ropes, but as he reaches them Page leaps up on the apron and drives an elbow into his spine. Mudd collapses to one knee, and like a flash of lightening Radical is back on his feet and looking to capitalize. He runs off the opposite ropes, but in turn Raven jumps onto the apron and grabs Radicals hair, bringing the former champions neck snapping down on the top rope.
ROTTEN: JESUS CHRIST! This is embarrassing to the sport of wrestling!
Mudd and Radical lay motionless in the ring, both wounded at the hands of their opponents managers. Chris Page looks at Radical, and then turns to Raven infuriated. He storms around the ring with fire in his eyes, and Raven meets him halfway. The two men scream a each other passionately, calling each other every name under the sun and coming closer and closer together.
DIAMOND: I think the managers are about to come to blows!
The referee slides out of the ring to separate the two, and Radical crawls to the corner that Page just left. He fiddles with something on the canvas, and then uses the ropes to climb unsteadily to his feet.
DIAMOND: What the hell is in his hand?
ROTTEN: NOTHING! IT'S WHAT'S ON HIS HAND! BRASS KNUCKLES!!!
DIAMOND: What a cheating son of a... Page left them for Radical in the corner, and then went after Raven to distract the referee while Radical put them on!
Mudd is shown working his way to his feet. Kenny measures Mudd, he comes forward looking for the shot to the jaw with the Brass Knuckles, but instead Mudd explodes with DEVINE INTERVENTION! Mudd makes a cover. The referee slides back into the ring.
Referee: ONE...... TWO..... THREE!
DING....DING...DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, and STILL WGWF Intercontinental Champion, JASON MUDD!
CCP is beside himself as Raven slides into the ring, raising the arm of Mudd in the air as the referee awards him the Intercontinental Championship. The scene quickly fades backstage.
R.J. AND DANTE ATTACK!!!!!!!!
The shot is now backstage where Connor Dempsey and Kevin Jewert are shown talking backstage, both men looking pretty beat up after their respective matches earlier in the night. Both seem to be carry aches and pains and are both very obviously tired after there earlier bouts.
Out of nowhere, both men are jumped by two figures that both quickly begin beating down on the two partners. As the camera pans back, it’s revealed to be Dante and RJ Palmer who have struck them both down. They lay in the boots to the fallen partners, kicking the crap out of them. Payback for the run in last week, maybe. RJ quickly grabs a steel folding chair and slams the chair right down onto Dempsey’s already battered body as Dante lifts Jewert up and tosses him into a locker-room door, creating a massive dent in the front of it. RJ tosses the chair to Dante and picks up Dempsey as Dante cleans Jewert’s clock with the chair. RJ drags Connor by the hair and... OH MY GOD!! Palmer just tossed Dempsey through a window pane! The camera shows Dempsey’s face now covered in blood with shards of glass sprawled out all around him. Dante now grabs Jewert and drives him down to the concrete floor with a sickening version of The Uprising. Jewert’s head crashes hard off the concrete floor and he may well be concussed, that was sick!
RJ: Well boys, doesn’t look like you’ll be doing anymore running in to save your little buddy, Hunter, tonight. Let’s see how he handles himself when he’s got no one to back him up.
Palmer spits on Dempsey and laughs as he and Dante bump fists, incredibly proud of there despicable actions.
If this is what they did to Jewert and Dempsey, what plans do they have for Hunter Ryan later tonight?!
Brawl fades to commerical.
We return to the air with Flash Rotten and Derrick Diamond at ringside, Flash with a smile on his face, persumably from the actions of Dante and RJ.
Rotten: Is it Hunter's match yet? I want to see him get his ass kicked one more time!
MATCH 8:
SINGLES ACTION
ZACH RIZZA vs ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"Real Big" by Mannie Fresh hits the speakers, drawing boo's from the crowd.
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring... "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA!
*The lights in the arena go out
"House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Rims real big. Pockets real big. Rings real big.
Let me tell you how I live.
Like that, buy that, 24's ride that.
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps, mommas, daddies, stunnahs, shiners...
I'M RITCH SNITCH, I'M A REAL BIG TYMER!"
The crowd boo's loudly as Rizza walks out to the top of the ramp, with a cocky, sly smile across his face. He completely ignores the crowd as he reaches ringside, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope.
Diamond: What a complete 180 this man has done in just 7 days.
Rotten: I like this new edge Rizza has given himself.
Masters: And his opponent...
"Gangsta Music" by Young Jeezy hits the speakers. The arena explodes!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, from ATLANTA, GEORGIA.. ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
Phillips Arena explodes for Dixon as he comes out from behind the curtain. He throws his hands up in the air to a huge pop before walking intently towards the ring.
Rotten: This man's got a date with destiny come Adrenaline... CCP is going to eat his lunch.
Dixon slides into the ring. He reaches his feet as the bell is sounded.
As the bell rings to signal the start of the match, Dixon’s attention is taken off Rizza for a split second, allowing the big man the opportunity to charge Andre and take him down with a stiff forearm smash right to the jaw that sends him straight down to the mat. Rizza quickly mounts Andre Dixon and begins laying into him with several hard right hands, really beating Dixon down here to start the match off. Rizza climbs up to his feet and lifts Dixon up, lifting him up above his head in a Gorilla Press position, holds Dixon up in the air for several moments before stepping out from underneath him, causing him to plummet to the mat below. Rizza’s cocky grin tells a story as the fans begin booing the former fan favorite. Rizza turns around and kicks Dixon onto his back, cockily resting his foot upon Dixon’s chest in a pin attempt, One..... Dixon throws a shoulder up at two. Zach doesn’t waste any time in pulling Dixon to his feet again, nailing him with a big uppercut that sends Dixon flying back against the ring ropes. Rizza whips Andre off the ring ropes but Dixon reverses and sends Rizza bouncing off the ring ropes and he catches Rizza with a knee to the mid-section. Dixon hooks Rizza by the head and neck and takes him down to the mat with a neckbreaker before going for a cover, One..... Two..... Rizza kicks out at two. Dixon rolls across to the corner and takes a moment or two to recover from the early beating he received to start the match off against Rizza. He uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, quickly charging at Zach as he gets to his feet but Rizza counters with a Powerslam, taking Dixon up and over into a pin attempt, One..... Two..... Dixon gets out before a three count.
Diamond: Back and forth start to this match as neither man really has the upper hand.
Rotten: Rizza’s definitely taking the right approach; embarrass Dixon.
Rizza and Dixon both climb to their feet and meet each other in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging hard right hands, both men going back and forth in the center of the ring as they both struggle for an advantage. Dixon goes for a big right that Rizza manages to block before tossing Dixon right across into the corner. Zach steps across and begins choking Dixon out using the tag rope, draining all the air out of Dixon’s lungs as Dixon slumps down in the corner and Rizza is heavily admonished by the referee. Zach just smiles and holds his hands up claiming innocence on his behalf as Dixon struggles back to his feet. Rizza grabs Dixon by the arm and attempts to whip Dixon into the opposite corner but Dixon counters in the middle of the ring and Dixon takes Rizza down with a clothesline. Dixon keeps a hold of his arm and pulls Zach Rizza to his feet and he boots him in the mid-section before snapping Rizza up and over with a snap suplex before flipping over into a cover, hooking up the leg, One..... Two..... Rizza throws his shoulder up. Dixon climbs to his feet and nails Rizza with a spear and goes for another quick cover, One..... Two..... Rizza kicks out once again. Dixon looks frustrated.
Diamond: Whilst Dixon looks to have the upper hand, he can’t seem to keep Rizza down for a three count.
Rotten: Of course he can’t, he sucks.
Diamond: ... Shut up.
Dixon pulls Rizza up and goes to set him up in maybe a Powerbomb position but Rizza grabs the legs and counters with an Alabama Slam that shakes the entire ring. Rizza falls back and leans against the top rope for a moment or two as he regains his breath and Dixon writhes about in pain whilst attempt to sit upright. As Dixon slowly climbs to his feet, Rizza steps across and punts him hard in the ribs. Andre yells out in pain as he rolls about on the canvas, now clutching his ribs. Rizza lifts Andre to his feet and rakes him in the eyes, sending Andre falling back into the corner of the ring. Rizza follows in and ascends to the middle rope before laying into Dixon with several hard right hands to yet more boo’s from the crowd. Zach pauses on the 7th punch and looks out to the fans before flipping them off but this split second lapse in concentration allows Dixon the opportunity to take Rizza up and slam him to the mat with a big time Powerbomb. Dixon and Rizza are both prone on the mat as the referee begins to count them both out.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Dixon is starting to move.
Five...
Six...
Dixon drops an arm across Rizza and the referee makes the count, One..... Two..... Thr-Zach kicks out at 2 and a half.
Diamond: Dixon almost had the match!
Rotten: But he didn’t get it because Rizza is going to win.
Dixon rolls across to the ring ropes, using them to pull himself up as Rizza also struggles to his feet. Both men meet in the middle of the ring, literally head to head, and begin exchanging fierce words with each other, neither man giving an inch or backing down from the other before they begin shooting off with the hard right hands once again, each of them giving it everything they can muster. The bigger man, Rizza, takes the lead and beats Dixon back against the ropes, whipping him off but Rizza ducks under and is caught with a boot to the face as Andre comes back off the ropes. Andre jumps in and takes Rizza up and over in a bridged Northern Lights Suplex, One..... Two..... Rizza kicks out again. Dixon jumps up to his feet almost immediately and just shakes his head as Rizza slowly gets up. Dixon helps Rizza up but Rizza pushes Dixon into the referee sending the referee back against the ropes and, whilst the referee takes a moment to recover, Rizza nails Dixon with a low blow.
Rotten: Brilliant move by Rizza!
Diamond: Blatant cheating if you ask me.
Rotten: Good thing nobody did ask you. Besides, if the ref doesn’t see it...
Zach taps the side of his head as the referee turns back around to see Rizza setting Dixon in position before lifting him up and driving him down to the mat with a Piledriver! Dixon is out! Zach stops and smiles for a moment before rolling Dixon onto his back and going for the cover, One..... Two..... Three-No!
Dixon got his foot on the bottom rope!
Rizza can’t believe it!
Zach thought he had the match won but Andre got his foot on the bottom rope before the count of three. Rizza grabs Dixon and lifts him up, driving his knee right up into Andre’s gut before taking a moment to set him up... RIZZ DROP! Rizza drives Dixon to the mat in that Fisherman Brainbuster move and he quickly rolls Dixon across to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover again, this time no ropes will save Dixon, One..... Two..... Thre-Kickout! Andre Dixon kicked out of the Rizz Drop and Zach Rizza is in absolute shock once again! Rizza rolls out of the ring and pushes Donald Masters out of the way before retrieving a steel chair from ringside. He rolls into the ring with the chair and he goes to nail Dixon with it but Dixon ducks out of the way... CHA-CHING!! Rizza slams the chair off the ring rope and it bounces back into his own face. The chair goes flying as Zach stumbles backwards and right around into the Deadly Force!
"ANDRE!"
"HEY!"
"UP HERE!"
The crowd roars with boo's as CHRIS PAGE appears on the JUMBO TRON, with him is Adam Barker and Mr. Wrestling #5. The scene is that of the parkinglot.
CCP: I GOT YO ATTENTION, HOMMIE?
Dixon, with a look of confussion across his face as Chris continues.
CCP: After hearing what yo "cuzz" had to say about me, last week. I've decided that I would welcome him into the WGWF with style.
The camera pans back to reveal Adam Barker with one arm of a bloody JAYZON WILLIAMZ, while Wrestling #5 has the other arm. Jayzon is on his knees, blood pours from his face.
CCP: Hey!
CCP, who's positioned behind Williamz, slaps him on top of his bald head.
CCP: Say hey to Andre!
CCP then takes Jayzon by the head with his left hand, while producing a cheese grater in his right hand. CCP takes the cheese grater and begins to grind it into the head of Williamz! Jayzon screams out in pain! In the ring, Rizza rolls Dixon up!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH... ZACH RIZZA!
Dixon feverishly rolls out to the floor before running full speed towards the back as we fade to commercial.
DIXON FALLOUT!
We return from commerical to find Andre Dixon running up on the scene outside, where he finds his cousin, Jayzon Williamz all but left for dead as his clothing is soaked with his own blood. EMT's quickly join the scene as Andre is PISSED!
Dixon: PAGE!!
Andre screams out towards the Phillips Arena.
Dixon: YO PUNK ASS IS MINE! YO PUNK ASS IS MINE!!!
EMT's take control of the scene. An Ambulance is shown backing out of the Arena, and up the loading dock. The EMT's stablize Jayzon before loading him up on a stretcher. The load him into the back of the Ambulance. Dixon hops in the back himself. The door is slammed shut. Sirens sound as the Ambulance quickly heads towards the closest medical facility as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Diamond: How personal has this issue just gotten between Chris Page and Andre Dixon?
Rotten: Williamz got what he had coming to em'. He talked shit about CCP, and in return just got dealt with. Point blank. If you talk the talk, you better walk the walk.
Diamond: Come Adrenaline there's going to be HELL to pay, and it might come at the cost of a career!
MATCH 9:
SINGLES ACTION
"BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO vs "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY FUCKING BORDEN
Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
A hush falls over the crowd...
Phillips Arena roars with an ovation better reserved for a Greek God as "Real American" by Rick Derringer hits the speakers.
Masters: Introducing first, from Vience Beach California... He is the "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
Diamond: I can't believe how loud this sold out crowd in HOTLANTA is for this man!
The eruption grows louder as we see Terry FUCKING Borden walk out from behind the curtain. He's dressed in long yellow and red tie dyed pants, yellow and red boots, his "AMERICANMANICS" tank top, sporting red, white, and blue boa's around his neck, yellow bandanna... and of course with it being 4th of July, he sports the American Flag!
Rotten: He looks like a complete and utter idiot!
Borden waves old glory standing at the top of the ramp before making his way to the ring with the Flag held high and proud for all to see. Borden reaches ringside, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron before waving the flag once again. He hands the flag to the ring attendant before entering the ring where he instantly tears the tank top off his body to a thunderous ovation. Borden tosses the boa's to off his back before cupping his hand to his ear near a set of ropes. The crowd roars for Borden, he walks across the ring, cupping his hand to his ear once again to the opposite side of the ring drawing an even louder pop as his music fades away. The crowd sounds off with a solid "BORDEN" chant in unison...
Masters: And introducing his opponent...
"Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z hits the speakers. Some of the crowd begins to boo while the rest of the crowd continue the "BORDEN" chant.
Masters: Being led to the ring by Dominic Gambino, "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO!
The arena lights go off and the entire place goes black. The fans sit in wait, many of them playing with cigarette lighters as they sit in wait. Finally the sound of John Gambino's voice echos throughout the arena...."FEEL THE RAGE!". A chorus of boos can be heard from the crowd, as "Empire state of mind" -Jay-Z and Alicia Keys" begins playing and Multicolored lights flash off and on throughout the arena. John Gambino steps out onto the stage. Clad in his black leather wrestling trunks with an Italian flag emblem on the crotch area and a black leather biker jacket with the NY Giants logo on the back. A black Fedora hat sits atop his head and a pair of silver aviator sunglasses rest upon his face. Besides Rigg stands his brother Dominic Gambino, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, black work boots, a black wife beater and also sporting a black Fedora and Silver aviator sunglasses. Rigg looks around the crowd, his nose wrinkled up; a look of disgust upon his face. As the song hits the chorus, Bigg Rigg and Dominic both raise their arms into the air; growling. Red pyros shoot up from the stage behind the two men. As the pyros end, the brothers of Bada Bing walk down the ramp, their eyes filled with fury. As they walk down toward the ring, both brothers talk trash to the fans that are seated along the ramp. Finally, once they are at ringside; the brothers climb into opposite sides of the ring. Once inside the ring, Dominic does the nWo point towards Rigg and Rigg does the Triple H taunt; lifting his arms into the air while growling some more. A chant of "Gambinos suck!" fills the arena, as both Gambino brothers proceed to shout obscenities at the crowd. Dominic exits the ring, taking his brothers corner.
DING....DING....DING....
The crowd roars at the sound of the opening bell before breaking out into a solid "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" chant as both Terry and Gambino stare across the ring at one and other.
Rotten: Can Gambino please kill him tonight? Please John!
Diamond: Would you stop!
Borden and Gambino circle each other several times, sizeing each other up if you will. The crowd roars as the lock up center ring. The cheers divert into boo's as Gambino shoves Borden back into a set of buckles. They boo louder as Gambino taunts Borden by cupping his hand to his ear!
Rotten: HAHAHAHAAHA!!!
Borden comes running straight out of the corner, but it's Gambino who throws his right foot up in the air, kicking Borden in the jaw which sends Borden crashing to the mat. Gambino smiles as he picks Borden up off the mat. He hammers Terry with a hard right hand before taking Borden back into the ropes, Rigg fires Borden across the ring, Borden bounces off the ropes, Rigg ducks his head, Borden kicks Gambino in the upper chest which stands Gambino straight up with a look of pure PISSED off Itialian as he beheads Borden with a thunderous clothesline! Gambino picks Terry up off the mat, he shoots him into the ropes, Borden bounces off the ropes into a vicious spinbuster slam by Gambino! The crowd roars with boos as Gambino stands back to his feet, pointing at Borden while screaming out..
GAMBINO: THIS IS YOUR HERO?
Gambino cups his hand to his ear once more drawing even more heat from the crowd. He turns, picking Borden up off the mat before planting a boot to the midsection which doubles Borden over. Gambino sets Borden up before hoisting him up in the air, Rigg drives Borden into the mat with a Powerbomb... Wait! He's not done, he lifts Borden up off the mat a second time before driving him into the mat with a second Powerbomb! NO! Gambino hoists Borden up a third time, he drives him into the mat with a THIRD Powerbomb before making a cover on the Real American.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
Borden kicks out to a monster pop from the crowd. Gambino picks Borden up off the mat before driving a knee to the midsection. He hoists Terry up in the air in a suplex position. Gambino, holds Borden up in the air for a good 8 seconds before driving Terry into the mat with a violent Jackhammer!
Diamond: This needs to be stopped!
Rotten: No it doesn't! For the first time I'm actually being entertained by a Terry Borden match.
The crowd roars with boo's as Gambino opts not to make a cover. Instead he pulls himself to his feet. Gambino measures Borden, and as Terry pushes himself up off the mat, Gambino bounces off the ropes nailing Borden with a running boot to the temple which sends Borden under the bottom rope and out to the floor. Gambino, steps through the ropes to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor where he's heard saying..
GAMBINO: YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE?
Gambino kicks Borden as hard as he can in the ribs.
GAMBINO: ARE YOU LAUGHING NOW?
Gambino lands a second stiff kick to the ribs. The crowd roars with boo's as Dominic gets up on the ring apron, distracting the referee.
GAMBINO: I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU A JOKE!
Gambino comes around the ring, tossing the time keeper from his steel chair before folding the chair up. Borden, who's yet to get off the blocks uses the apron to pull himself to his feet. Gambino comes back around the ring, and as Borden turns around Bigg Rigg waffles Borden across the skull with a vicious chairshot...
Rotten: BORDEN'S BEEN OPENED UP!
Diamond: For the love of GOD... SOMEONE stop this!
Gambino tosses the chair to the floor just as Dominic jumps back down to the floor. Borden's bleeding like a stuffed pig! Gambino picks Terry up off the floor before driving him head first into the ring post, further opening up the wound!
Diamond: The referee needs to seriously do his job, he needs to stop this!
The crowd begins to chant "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" in a attempt to rally behind the Real American as Rigg picks Borden up off the mat before throwing him back into the ring. Rigg slides into the ring after a very bloody Terry Borden. Rigg picks Borden up off the mat by his hair before using both hands to hoist Borden up in the air by the throat, Gambino holds Borden up in the air for several seconds before driving him into the mat with a Double Handed Chokeslam! Rigg makes the cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
The roof explodes as Borden kicks out, instantly getting to both knee's. He's breathing heavy as the blood flows down his face. Gambino reaches his feet, he hammers Borden with a right hand which seemingly has little to no effect. Borden begins to tremble as he reaches one knee. Gambino blasts Borden with a second right hand, which again has no effect. The crowd erupts as Borden stands to his feet, "Americaning" up as he circles around Rigg. Rigg lands a third right hand shot, which draws the infamous FINGER POINT by Borden, drawing a "YOU" in unision from the crowd! Borden shakes his finger towards ring. Gambino looks for another right hand, this time Borden blocks before rocking Rigg with a right hand of his own. Borden lands a second right hand, followed by a third which sends Rigg back into the ropes! Borden fires Rigg across the ring, Rigg bouncs off the ropes into the BIG BOOT by Borden which drops Rigg to the mat!
Diamond: I don't believe it!
Rotten: This is SERIOUSLY not happening!
A bloody Borden turns towards the closest set of ropes. He slaps his hands together three quick times before cupping his hand to his ear drawing a massive pop from the crowd. Borden turns, pointing at Rigg quickly before slapping his hands together three more quick times, and then cups his hand to his ear getting a louder pop from the crowd! Borden bounces off the ropes, as he springs off the ropes, Rigg explodes to his feet, drilling Borden with the RAGE! Gambino makes a cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!
DING....DING....DING.....
Masters: The winner of the match, "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO!
Gambino stands to his feet, as the referee attempts to raise his arm in the air, Gambino yanks it away. Brother Dominic slides into the ring, hoisting his brothers arm in the air.
Rotten: That was by far, Match of the Year!
Diamond: You're sick!
Rotten: No, I'm honest.
Both Gambino's turn there attention to a down Borden. They both begin to put the boots to Borden!
DING...DING...DING....
Diamond: Enough is Enough!
Dominic picks Borden up off the mat, holding him by both arms for his brother. Rigg begins to hammer away at the open wound in the head of Borden. He lands 8 hard shots before kicking Borden in the chest. Dominic releases his grasp as Gambino hoists Borden up in the air once more, driving him violently into the mat with another Powerbomb!
DING....DING....DING......
Diamond: DOES ANYONE CARE ABOUT THE WELL BEING OF THIS MAN!
Phillips Arena EXPLODES! Jocelyn Camden, followed by Heat and Fire storm towards the ring! Brothers Gambino make a quick exit as Camden leads the charge into the ring. Heat and Fire quickly attend to Borden who's out cold. Camden and Rigg lock eyes as Rigg and Dominic walk backwards up the ring. Rigg, with a smile across his face as he runs his hands across his waist signifying he's the next World Champion. Camden flips Rigg off as the scene fades to commercial.
REAL RETURN MADE!
Returning from commercial, in the ring still stands Jocelyn Camden. She's joined by Co-Owner Ranma Satome, John Gambino and Chris Page!
(The lights all turn to green on the ramp way and focus turns to the big screens which all turn to static. The opening riff to ’Charlie Big Potato’ by Skunk Anansie kicks in and there is a murmur amongst the crowd as words slide across the screen...)
Five Months of Teasing.
Four Years of Waiting.
Three Simple Letters.
Two Huge Accolades.
One Violent Man.
(The crowd begins to pop as the screen changes.)
M.
Murder.
(Scenes of black and white executions are shown.)
D.
Death.
(Scenes of famine, mass graves and genocide are shown.)
K.
Kill.
(A shot of animals being hunted and shot bleed into shots of war and people being shot as the drums kicks in and the pyrotechnics illuminate the ecstatic arena as M.D.K. steps out onto the ramp way to a thunderous response.)
DD: “Oh my god! M.D.K. is here and this time he looks ready for business!”
FR: “The fickle fans would cheer for the opening of an envelope!”
(He stands on the top of the ramp breathing in the response of the crowd and milking the reaction. He holds his arms out wide and slides his long black coat off to reveal a rippled torso showing that he certainly hasn’t been slouching. He walks to one side of the ramp and the crowd roar and he offers them his own applause before going to the other end of the ramp and doing the same. He starts to walk down the ramp as the contents of the ring all turn and look on in astonishment as the WGWF Hall of Famer and former World Heavyweight Champion swaggers down the ramp and stops to slap hands with as many fans as he can. He rolls under the bottom rope and Ranma Saotome offers him a round of applause of his own as Camden, CCP and John Gambino all slide out briefly to allow this moment to pass. M.D.K. poses on each of the four turnbuckles to a lightning storm of flashbulbs as each and every person in the arena clamours to get his photograph. He hops down and spins on the spot with his arms wide open before shaking hands with Saotome who hands him a microphone. As he turns to face the body of the arena, he comes face to face with CCP who is right in the face of M.D.K.! The crowd are electric as the two men stand toe to toe and nose to nose in the centre of the ring as the others look on.)
DD: “Can you feel the tension Flash? Can you feel the venom?”
FR: “I can feel a fight brewing.”
(Without taking his eyes off Page, M.D.K. raises the microphone to his lips.)
M.D.K.: “For those of you who have lived under a rock for five years, I... am M... D... K...”
(The reaction is off the charts as both men look around at the ecstatic crowd. M.D.K. turns back to Page and shrugs his shoulders.)
M.D.K.: “It has been a long, long time since I stepped into this ring to wrestle. Some have tried to lure me with promises of fighting the good fight, of crushing power hungry despots and of simply telling me how great I am which to be fair... We all know that!”
(He flashes a grin and the crowd pop at this.)
M.D.K.: “Which is why when I got the call last week from Ranma to tell me that Chris Page was throwing his weight around once again and putting people into title matches willy-nilly, Mr Saotome called me and asked if I wanted to even the balance up seeing as Page gets to pick and choose contenders, why the hell shouldn’t Ranma?”
DD: “What is he getting at?”
FR: “Whatever it is, I don’t like the sound of it.”
M.D.K.: “Now Mr Saotome is fully aware that he cannot change a match but he sure as hell can add to it...”
(The crowd are getting excited.)
M.D.K.: “Which is why...”
(The crowd are getting rowdy. M.D.K. lets them calm down.)
M.D.K.: “Which is why at Adrenaline it won’t just be John Gambino with a shot at Ms Camden over there but it will be... A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH WITH THE THIRD PERSON BEING ME! M.D.K.!”
(The crowd reaction is off the charts as Gambino and Page look livid and mouth off at the smiling Ranmq Saotome. Camden looks on cautiously.)
M.D.K.: “And don’t think for one second that because it’s been a few years since I was in a WGWF ring that I am rusty. I have been around the world and honed and perfected my craft and I stand before you as the most dominant human being... Nay I am beyond that now. I am a DEMI-GOD of superiority and I will prove it at Adrenaline when I render each and every one of you truly... And utterly...”
(He pauses and turns to the crowd.)
M.D.K.: “Come on, you know this bit!”
(The crowd then join in on the final word.)
M.D.K.: “INFERIOR!”
(He hands the microphone back to Ranma and ‘Charlie Big Potato’ plays again as the WGWF Hall of Famer leaves the contents of the ring lost for words.)
RANMA: What's good for the goose, is good for the gander!
The crowd roars as we cut back to the locker room area
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