| Introduction |
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[The scene opens up inside of a jam-packed cafeteria inside of the Manteo Elementary School in Manteo, North Carolina. Nearly 500 fans come to their feet as "We Die Young" by Alice in Chains hits the airwaves. A very small pyro display goes of at the entrance as the camera pans around the small cafeteria. The camera finally comes to a rest in front of the always well-dressed Harvey Schultz, and the always not-so-well-dressed J.J. Jackson. Harvey is wearing the new AWA baseball cap, while J.J. Jackson is sporting a crooked, upside down, bright yellow visor.] Harvey Schultz:: Hello, fans, and welcome to Riptide...LIVE from Manteo, North Carolina! This place is packed to the rafters, and I'll have to hold the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil partially responsible for this great turnout. You know, we even had to turn people away at the doors. It was crazy... J.J. Jackson:: Here we's sittin' in the backyard of the ManTrain... Harvey Schultz:: Shut up J.J., you must be high or something. J.J. Jackson:: Yo dawg, I wish. I ain't toked up for damn near a month now. Harvey Schultz:: Well, I must say, I'm VERY proud of you... Anyways, onto something important...tonight we'll see Nyghtmare and James Nightbane try to tear one another apart, but the main reason all of these asses are in the seats tonight is because of our main event. HaZe versus the hometown hero, the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil, Mandrake, and the Heavyweight Championship is on the line! J.J. Jackson:: Yeah, an' HaZe ain't got nobody here to watch his back 'cept Cormier. He's ripe for the pickin'. |
| Standard Match: A Damn Fine Man vs. Rosco Pico Train |
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["Shelf in the Room" by Days of the New starts up, and out walks Rosco Pico Train to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Pico, looking like a giant piece of poop in his brown ring attire, climbs into the ring and immediately begins petting the top turnbuckle pad. There's no doubt that this man is one weird mother fu...] Harvey Schultz:: Hey, watch your mouth narrator! J.J. Jackson:: What? Harvey Schultz:: Nothing. ["Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth starts up, and the crowd begins to cheer as a Damn Fine Man steps out from the back, followed by his lovely manager, Alice Loysell. McCool is wearing black tearaway pants, and his "I Want You" T-Shirt. McCool jogs down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope as referee Mitch Horton calls for the bell.] Harvey Schultz:: Josh McCool made a very impressive debut a few nights ago at Outshined when he defeated Rusty in a casket match, forcing him to retire in grand fashion. [The bell rings, officially starting the match. McCool waits impatiently in his corner as Train continues to pet the turnbuckle. Finally, McCool has had enough, and yells over to him. Enraged about being disturbed, Train turns around and charges straight for McCool. McCool runs out of the corner at the last second as Train his the turnbuckle hard and stumbles out backwards. McCool bounces off the far ropes, picks up a head of steam, and nearly beheads Rosco with a powerful running lariat, knocking Train for a loop!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! What power McCool puts into the Facelift! I think Rosco is out cold, but McCool isn't finished with him yet. That's step one... [McCool pulls Rosco to his feet, and Rosco stands there, hunched over, out on his feet. McCool then bounds off the ropes and catches him with the Fame-Asser!] Harvey Schultz:: There's step two! A Damn Fine Move! [McCool covers Train and hooks the leg as Horton makes the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Another impressive showing by that Son of a Bitch, Josh McCool. [Alice comes into the ring and raises her man's hand in the air, then he hops up onto the top turnbuckle and thrusts his fists into the air as the crowd cheers. He walks over to a different corner and raises a fist in the air as Rosco makes it to his hands and knees. He begins crawling towards Alice and grabs her ankle as she lets out a yelp of surprise. McCool walks over to Rosco and stomps him in the back of the head, then hoists him up to his feet. He yells some obscenities in his face before gorilla pressing him over his head and throwing him out of the ring!] J.J. Jackson:: Holy Shyte! [After taking care of business, Alice and McCool head to the back.] |
| The Arrival of the Black Limousine |
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[The shot cuts to the parking lot of the school. A tour bus, and a production truck can be seen, along with a few other vehicles, including a black Sedan, and a green jeep. Headlights come into view, and a limousine pulls into the parking lot and comes to a halt by the front entrance to the building.] Harvey Schultz:: I wonder if that's James Nightbane again... [The rear right door opens, and out steps the Dark One, James Nightbane. His jet black hair is hanging down in front of his face, and his muscular frame is hidden beneath his black trenchcoat. Suddenly, another figure steps out of the limo, covered by a black, hooded cloak. Nightbane takes a sly peek around at his surroundings before shutting the door and heading into the school.] Harvey Schultz:: Could that be who I think it is? |
| Tag Team Match: Super Bastardo Bros. vs. Cliff Anderson & Grendel |
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["Pretty Fly(For a White Guy)" by the Offspring starts up, and out walk the monster Grendel and Cliff Anderson. The crowd gives them a fair reaction as the veteran and the big man make their way down the aisle and into the ring.] J.J. Jackson:: That Grendel looks like he'd just take a bite outta somebody... ["Name of the Game" by Crystal Method starts up, and out walk the Tag Team Champions, Loki and Plaz. Plaz is wearing a pair of shades, has his belt slung over his right shoulder, and is talking into a cellular phone while Loki has his belt strapped around his waist, and is sniffing a bottle of "Kentucky Jelly". There is a bottle shaped bulge in the front of Loki's trunks, most likely a standby bottle of baby oil.] Harvey Schultz:: Is that a bottle of baby oil in his trunks, or is Loki just happy to see me? J.J. Jackson:: Wit' that dude, you can neva tell, bro. [Loki seductively slides under the bottom rope and licks his lips as he looks Grendel up and down. Plaz, on the other hand, climbs up the ringsteps with a cool, calm demeanor. Referee Horton briefs both teams, then calls for the bell. Cliff Anderson and Loki Bastardo start the match.] Harvey Schultz:: I don't care about the experience of Anderson, or the size of Grendel. Right now, the Bastardos are on a role, and nobody can stand in their way. [Loki and Cliff lockup, but the Bastardo quickly takes Cliff to the mat with an armdrag, then locks on an armbar. He moves over to his corner while still administering the hold and tags in his brother. Plaz hops up onto the turnbuckle with cat-like agility and comes off the top rope with a big chop to the shoulder of Anderson. Anderson drops to a knee as Plaz takes it to him with a full armdrag and twist, horribly wrenching his opponent's arm.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, it looks like the Bastardos are going to work on the arm of Anderson. It's hard to fight when you've only got one arm. [Plaz twists his arm again, flipping Anderson over onto the mat. Plaz follows it up with a leg drop to the arm and a cover. 1...kickout! Plaz applies a hammerlock, then tags Loki back in. Loki hops into the ring and nails Anderson in the shoulder with a dropkick, followed by a cover. 1...2.kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: This is good, clean, textbook tag team wrestling by the Bastardos. Notice how them make quick tags, they work as a team, and they've cut the ring in half. Anderson hasn't even been near his corner for the duration of this match. [Loki plants Cliff Anderson with a hard bodyslam, then tags in Plaz. Plaz hops up onto the second turnbuckle as Loki prepares Anderson for a piledriver. Plaz grabs Anderson's feet, and the two drive the old man into the mat with a spike piledriver! Loki hops out of the ring as Plaz makes the cover, hooking the leg. 1...2...Grendel enters the ring and stomps Plaz's head at the last second, breaking up the count. Loki pulls the baby oil out of his trunks and hops into the ring, he spins Grendel around and squirts the oil in his eyes, blinding the big man. Unable to see, Grendel bails out of the ring and falls to the floor, trying to clear the goo out of his eyes.] J.J. Jackson:: Uh, hey Harvery, ain't that cheatin'? Harvey Schultz:: It sure is, J.J., it sure is. [Loki hops back out of the ring as Plaz drops Cliff Anderson in the center of the ring with his patented Diving Reverse DDT, then tags in Loki. Both men head to the top ropes as the crowd stands in anticipation.] Harvey Schultz:: Watch the timing of this move... [Loki and Plaz leap from the turnbuckles at the same time and connect with a headbutt to the groin, and an elbowdrop, respectively. Loki then makes the cover while Plaz counts along with the referee. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: These men are greatness personified! Notice how they didn't even let Anderson tag in the big man throughout the entire match? They are, without a doubt, the greatest tag team in the world today! [The Bastardos grab their championship belts, then head to the back as "Name of the Game" by the Crystal Method starts backup.] |
| Hardcore Match: Corleone vs. Jack Korse |
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Harvey Schultz:: You know, this match won't even be close. Corleone is one of the top names in the AWA, and he's been on a roll lately. Jack Korse has ben quite unimpressive to say the least. I just hope this match is over quick...for Jack's sake. J.J. Jackson:: Speakin' o' da match, I'm gettin' word that we gots areselves a fight in the back already! [The camera cuts to the school's gymnasium, and sure enough, Korse and Corleone are already going at it. Corleone has a tire iron, which he's using effectively against the back of Jack Korse, who is down on his hands and knees.] Harvey Schultz:: Corleone clearly has control of the match, and he's just beating the hell out of Korse with that tire iron. [Corlone delivers one final blow to the back of Korse's head, then discards the weapon and covers his opponent. Perry Daton jogs into view and makes the count. 1...2...kickout! Frustrated, Corleone pulls Korse to his feet by his hair and slams his head into the bleachers a few times. Then, he backs him up and Irish whips him into the bleachers, shaking them violently.] J.J. Jackson:: That whole stack o' bleachas shooked from the impact! [Korse stumbles foward, and Corleone is there to meet him with the Corleone Spinebuster on the hard gym floor!] Harvey Schultz:: My God! My God! That human being's skull was just smashed into the hard gymnasium floor! His skull's been caved in! [Corleone drops down onto Korse's prone body and pins him. 1...2...3! Corleone looks down as his injured opponent with a half smirk on his face, then picks up his tire iron and walks out of the gym as EMTs quickly rush to Korse's aid.] |
| Knock, Knock! |
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[As Corleone walks out of the gym, Plaz and Loki sneak past him, up to their old tricks.] Plaz Bastardo:: Yeah, Loki, Steve Zapf doesn't have a match tonight, but he's here anyways, so I figure we'll have a little fun with him. Loki Bastardo:: Okay, okay, I see where you're comin' from. [Loki prepares himself and pulls out some babyoil, then starts to take off his trunks. Plaz looks back just in time to stop him from exposed himself on live television.] Plaz Bastardo:: NO! Not that kinda fun, you idiot. Just follow me. [The Tag Team Champions continue to sneak down the hall until the come to a door with a piece of white athletic tape on it. A name is written on the piece of tape with black permanent marker that reads "Steve Zapf". Plaz puts his finger to his lips to quiet Loki, then motions for him to follow. Plaz knocks on the door repeatedly, then he and Loki turn to run away...but run right into Steve Zapf and a short, stalky man.] J.J. Jackson:: Uh oh... Harvey Schultz:: There's Steve Zapf...and his longtime friend, Joe LaBracio! What's he doing here?! If he's under AWA contract, I'm certainly not aware of it! Steve Zapf:: Yeah, you guys are pretty funny, huh? You wanna knock on my door and run away? You think you're funny? You wanna be cute? Well I apologize. Loki Bastardo:: You're sorry? What'd you do? Steve Zapf:: I'd just like to say I'm sorry...for breaking your face! C'mon Joe! [LaBracio and Zapf jump the Bastardos and begin mauling them with rights and lefts! Zapf throws Loki into the concrete wall, then clotheslines him as LaBracio bodyslams Plaz, then begins to stomp on him.] Harvey Schultz:: Ladies and gentlemen, LaBracio and Zapf know how to brawl! They grew up on the streets of New Jersey fighting their whole lives. The Bastardos picked the wrong guys to mess with. J.J. Jackson:: Yo, they must be tough, jus' like me. I grew up in the hood, sucka! Harvey Schultz:: Folks, we need to get some security back there, because Zapf and company are absolutely beating the hell out of the Bastardos! [Zapf grabs a nearby steel folding chair and begins hammering Loki in the back with it as LaBracio piledrives Plaz on the tiled floor. Looking down at their fallen adversaries with disgust, the two men begin to laugh.] Steve Zapf:: Some team, eh Joe? Yeah right, what a f*ckin' joke! Why don't you guys put those belts on the line next week, and let me and Joe here kick your teeth down your throats?! [LaBracio stomps Plaz in the head one last time for good measure before the two walk away, leaving the Tag Team Champions totally decimated.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, the Bastardos have been issued the challenge, and after what's just happened, I don't think there's any way they can refuse. |
| The Job Squad? |
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[The camera cuts to the undercarders' locker room. Anderson and Grendel are shown, getting back into their street clothes. Suddenly, Rosco Pico Train storms into the room with an angered look on his face.] Rosco Pico Train:: Did you see what a Damn Fine Man did to me out there?! I just got back from the trainer, and she says I'm lucky I didn't break any bones after being thrown out of the ring like that! You know, I hate to admit it, but I need your help. [The grizzled veteran Cliff Anderson thinks about it for a second, then speaks.] Cliff Anderson:: What do you need help with, son? Rosco Pico Train:: Well, maybe you two could help me take care of him next week on Riptide. We could have a gauntlet match or something. C'mon, he made me look like a fool out there. Help me out. Cliff Anderson:: You want a gauntlet match next week? Hmmm...Are you up for it, Grendel? Grendel:: Sure... Cliff Anderson:: Yeah, we'll do it. [Rosco Pico Train smiles, then turns to face the camera.] Rosco Pico Train:: McCool, I know you're watching. I know you can hear me. Let's see how tough you really are. We're challenging you to a gauntlet match on next week's Riptide. Are you man enough? |
| Tag Team Match: Army of Two vs. The Folk |
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[The scene returns to the ringside area, where Metallica's "Damage, Inc." has started up. Jingles and Jigsaw walk out from the back to the fans' delight and enter the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: The Folk are former Tag Team Champions, but they seem to have lost the zip on their fastball, so to speak. They've gone winless for nearly the past month! J.J. Jackson:: Yo, all I gots ta say is I hate clowns. ["Dig" by Mudvayne starts up, and the boos are overwhelming. Billy Suggs is the first one out, and he's carrying a steel chair with him. The Don steps out into the spotlight next, waving the tattered American flag. The Pissed-Off Texan brings up the rear, wearing his trusty Army helmet, and carrying a steel chair of his own. Suggs and Verboncour prop the chairs up against the ring apron in their corner, then climb into the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: An Army of Two nearly defeated the Tag Team Champions as Outshined, but due to some miscommunication between Suggs and Verb., they couldn't quite pull it off. Now, they've gotta work their way back up the ladder in order to get another title shot. [Referee Mitch Horton checks out both parties, then calls for the bell. Suggs and Jigsaw start the action in the ring with Jigsaw overpowering Suggs and pushing him back into the neutral corner. Jigsaw goes for a big clubbing blow, but Suggs moves out of the corner and begins peppering Jigsaw with several left jabs. He winds up and hammers Jigsaw with a big right hook, but the strongman refuses to go down. As a last resort, Suggs goes to the eyes, temporarily blinding the big man. Seeing an opportunity, Suggs runs across the ring and punches Jingles in the face, knocking him off the ring apron.] J.J. Jackson:: Whoa, why he do that? Harvey Schultz:: This is why... [Infuriated, Jingles slides into the ring to get some revenge. The referee restrains him, allowing Jerry to enter the ring for an illegal doubleteam on Jigsaw. Suggs hooks the big man from behind as Jerry lays into him with some heavy right hands. The two then takes Jigsaw to the mat with a two-man neckbreaker. Suggs claps his hands together to simulate the sound of a tag before exiting the ring as Jerry keeps Jigsaw on the mat with boots to the head. Mitch Horton turns around and questions Jerry about making the tag, but Jerry assures him that the tag was made.] Harvey Schultz:: There was no tag made! An Army of Two are nothing but sneaks and snakes! [Jerry runs the ropes and comes at Jigsaw, but Jigsaw turns the tide of the match with a huge powerslam. Jigsaw crawls over to the corner and tags in a fired up Jingles, who hits the ring like a house of fire! Jerry gets a right hand, then Suggs, then Jerry, then Suggs!] Harvey Schultz:: Jingles is really cleaning house! [Verboncour puts an end to Jingles' offensive flurry with a boot to the stomach, followed by a double-DDT by he and Suggs. Suggs returns to his corner as Jerry goes for the pin. 1...2...kickout! Jerry tags in Suggs as the two plant Jingles with a double-clothesline. Suggs goes for the cover. 1...2...kickout!] J.J. Jackson:: Two cuh-loce nearfalls by the Army men. [As Suggs works over his smaller opponent in the ring, the Don sneaks around the ring and approaches Jigsaw on the ring apron. Verboncour flies around to the other side of the ring as Jigsaw steps down from the ring apron to confront the Don. Inside the ring, Jingles gets a break with an inverted atomic drop on the Backwoods Barracuda. Jingles rolls over to his corner to make the tag, but his partner is nowhere to be found.] Harvey Schultz:: Jingles desparately needs to make the tag, but Jigsaw has been distracted by the Don on the outside. [Jigsaw starts walking after the Don, but is hammered from behind by a big Texan clothesline from Verboncour. The referee tries to regain some order on the outside of the ring as the Don diverts his attention. Verboncour sprints back around to the other side of the ring, slides a chair into the ring for Suggs, then grabs one for himself. Jingles slowly stumbles into the center of the ring as Suggs and Verb. come from opposite corners and sandwich Jingles between a pair of vile chairshots!] Harvey Schultz:: The Dishonorable Discharge, and the referee didn't see a damn thing! [Verboncour grabs the chairs and dives out of the ring as the ref turns around and finds Suggs covering Jingles. 1...2...3! Suggs, Verboncour, and the Don head to the back as Jigsaw slides into the ring and checks on his shaken up partner.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, an Army of Two comes out victorious, thanks to a few foreign objects and some outside interference. I'm sure they're very proud of themselves. |
| The Escape! |
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[The camera shot begins to flicker, then switches over to a crudely opperated handheld camera. The cameraman is in a parking lot outside of Nightbane Studios. The camera approaches the front door and a tan-gloved hand reaches out and opens the door. Inside the building, a security gaurd is seen walking away from the door. The cameraman begins to run, then raises the camera in the air and brings it down upon the head of the security guard. He lands with a thud, as does the camera, cutting out all visual. Suddenly, a gruff voice with a thick German accent speaks.] Viktor Krauser:: Machine, where are you?! [Rapid, heavy footsteps are heard, followed by the loud creaking of a heavy door opening. More footsteps are heard, followed by some shuffling around. Finally, Krauser speaks again.] Viktor Krauser:: Machine! We go! [This time, two pairs of heavy, rapid footsteps are heard leaving the building. A car is heard starting up, then peeling out and speeding away. The shot returns to the arena.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, I guess it's same to say that Machine has escaped... |
| Standard Match: A Damn Fine Man vs. Gutter |
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["Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth hits the arena, and the fans begin to cheer as a Damn Fine Man makes his way out to the ring for the second time tonight. This time, he's wearing black wrestling boots, black knee pads, and black wrestling trunks with "ADFM" printed on the back in white. Alice walks out with him as the two head down to the ring. Gutter runs out from the back and nails ADFM in the back of the head with a forearm halfway down the aisle as the fans' cheers turn to boos.] Harvey Schultz:: These two had some problems at Outshined, and they're ready to settle those problems right here tonight. In fact, Gutter wanted to get a jumpstart on things. [Alice scurries out of the way as Gutter throws Son of a Bitch Josh McCool into the ring, then follows him in. Mitch Horton calls for the bell as McCool catches Gutter in the face with some stiff right jabs. Gutter attacks with a gouge to the eyes, stunning ADFM. Gutter bounces off the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but a Damn Fine Man ducks it and bounces into the opposite set of ring strands. Gutter gains momentum and bounces off the ropes and both men charge towards each other. A Damn Fine Man hammers Gutter with the Facelift, causing him to do a complete backflip before landing in a heap!] J.J. Jackson:: DAMN! That HAD to hurt... [The crowd is on fire as McCool waits eagerly by the edge of the ring. Gutter slowly comes to, and as he gets to his feet, a Damn Fine Man catches him with a Damn Fine Move! McCool makes the cover. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Another great win by a Damn Fine Man as he quickly disposes of the hardcore Gutter. [As McCool stands in the ring with his arms raised in victory, Rosco Pico Train, Cliff Anderson, and Grendel run out from the back. Seeing that her man is gonna be in trouble, she quickly fetches a steel chair and slides it into the ring. ADFM picks it up and waits for his attackers to enter the ring. Grendel slides in first, but ADFM sends him right back out with a stiff shot to the head. Cliff Anderson hops up onto the ring apron, but Son of a Bitch drills him in the head as soon as it pokes through the ropes. Anderson falls to the outside as Rosco slides in, pumped up for some revenge. ADFM catches him with a glazing blow to the head that sends him into the ropes. Train bounces off the ropes and McCool belts him a shot so severe it could knock dental work loose!] Harvey Schultz:: Sweet sick son of a bitch! That was the most disgusting chairshot I've ever witnessed in all my years in the business! [McCool stands in the ring, hovering over the destroyed Rosco Pico Train. Alice enters the ring and hands her man the microphone.] A Damn Fine Man:: You want a gauntlet match next week, you got it! [The fans begin to cheer.] A Damn Fine Man:: Well, Rosco, you know what? [McCool bends over and puts his hand on Rosco's unconscious shoulder.] A Damn Fine Man:: F*ck you too! [McCool throws the microphone down onto Rosco's chest and exits the ring with his valet.] Harvey Schultz:: It's official, a Damn Fine Man will be taking on Train, Anderson, and Grendel next week on Riptide in a gauntlet match. |
| Standard Match: James Nightbane vs. Nyghtmare |
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["Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed starts up as Nyghtmare walks out from the back. The crowd gives him a loud ovation as he walks down the aisle with a look of pent up anger on his face. He's got his barbed wire Singapore cane in hand as he slides into the ring and sits Indian style in the corner, shaking violently to and fro.] Harvey Schultz:: Man, look at this guy. Talk about not having both oars in the water. This guy's got a screw loose. J.J. Jackson:: Yo, man, true dat! o/` What have I done? o/` o/` I feel so bad, I feel so numb, yeah!o/` [Rob Zombie's "Feel So Numb" starts up as the lights dim. The crowd gives Nightbane a fairly respectable response as he heads out to the ring, followed by the man in the black cloak. Nightbane climbs up onto the ring apron and into the ring, but is immediately attacked by Kris Kartier!] Harvey Schultz:: Jules, this match will be nothing short of a war. [Nyghtmare pummels Nightbane with numerous right hands, then whips him into the turnbuckle where he proceeds to punch him some more. Kartier goes for an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Nightbane reverses and pulls Nyghtmare back towards him where he catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Nightbane goes for the pinfall. 1.kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: These two men have greatly contrasting styles. While Nyghtmare tends to lean towards a more hardcore, brawling style of wrestling, Nightbane is more technically sound and likes to keep it in the ring. As long as they keep the fight in the ring, it's gonna benefit Nightbane. [Nyghtmare is right back up with a big right hand, but Nightbane blocks and takes him down with a fireman's carry takedown into an armbar. Kartier fights up out of the hold and stuns James with a big headbutt, followed by a bodyslam and a cover. 1..kickout! The muscular Nightbane is back up, and he locks a bearhug onto his adversary, stopping him dead in his tracks.] Harvey Schultz:: What a painful hold that is. He's putting a lot of pressure on the small of the back, and it's only a matter of time before Nightbane cuts off the circulation and the lights start to go out for Kartier. [Kartier attempts to escape by boxing Nightbane's ears, but he refuses to break the hold. He lays a few big right hands into the side of James's head, but he still won't budge. Finally, Nyghtmare resorts to biting the face of Nightbane, and that breaks the hold. Kris Kartier charges Nightbane and smashes him in the corner with a big lariat, then props him up onto the top turnbuckle. Kartier climbs up onto the turnbuckle and hooks Nightbane, then executes a stinging superplex with a floatover into a pin. 1...2...kickout!] J.J. Jackson:: Ow! Harvey Schultz:: That was a BIG superplex off the top rope. I'm surprised he didn't pick up the win right there. [Nyghtmare climbs to the top rope, glances at his opponent, then comes off the top rope with a diving headbutt. James rolls out of the way at the last second, and Kris Kartier hits hard. James covers him. 1...2.kickout! Nightbane lifts him off the mat and sends him into the ropes, then follows him with running dropkick, sending Nyghtmare out of the ring. Nightbane steps out onto the ring apron, then flies off with a diving shoulder block, sending Kartier back down to the ground.] Harvey Schultz:: The fight has spilled outside, and things are about to get interesting. Perry Daton:: 1...2...3...! [Nightbane Irish whips Kartier, but Nyghtmare reverses it, sending James Nightbane hard into the steel guardrail. Nyghtmare throws timekeeper Tim Cormier out of the way and grabs the steel chair he was sitting in, the goes after Nightbane. Kartier charges James, but Nightbane executes a superkick, sending the chair right back into Nyghtmare's face, knocking him to the ground.] Perry Daton:: 4...5...6...! [Nightbane picks up the chair and whacks Kartier across the back with it, but Nyghtmare retaliates with a low blow. Nightbane drops the chair, giving Kartier the opportunity to plant Nightbane with a DDT. Nyghtmare lifts James up off the ground, but Nightbane quickly strikes with a thumb to the eye.] Harvey Schultz:: They'd better get back in the ring, or they're gonna get counted out. Perry Daton:: 7...8...9...! [The hooded man makes his way around the ring as Nightbane rolls in under the bottom rope. Nyghtmare goes to follow him, but the cloaked individual pushes him in the back. Kartier turns around and decks him, knocking him to the ground.] Perry Daton:: 10! J.J. Jackson:: Countout! Harvey Schultz:: Whoever that is, they've just cost Kris Kartier the match, and he's livid! |
| The Sadistic One?! |
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[Daton raises Nightbane's arm in victory as a pissed Kris Kartier goes after the cloaked fellow. Seeing his companion in trouble, Nightbane comes to his rescue, hammering Nyghtmare in the back of the head with the steel chair!] Harvey Schultz:: Nightbane from behind, and this crowd isn't pleased one bit. [Nightbane throws Kartier into the ring as the cloaked man walks around the ring and grabs the Singapore cane. Nightbane lands a few punches on Kartier, then bounces off the ropes with a big clothesline. Nyghtmare ducks it, catches his arm in mid-swing, and locks in the Karta-Hajime! The fans go crazy!] Harvey Schultz:: He's got it locked in, and Nightbane isn't going anywhere! [The mysterious cloaked man is quickly in the ring to strike Kartier in the back with his own barbed wire kendo stick, causing him to release the hold. Kartier turns to face his attacker, but is promptly spun around by James Nightbane and caught with the Implant DDT!] J.J. Jackson:: Dahknuss Falls, baby! Yay-yeah! Harvey Schultz:: Nyghtmare has just been taken out, and Nightbane and this hooded man are really putting the boots to him. [Nightbane and the man in the cloak proceed to stomp on Nyghtmare as he somehow musters up the energy to crawl to his knees. Nightbane stands back as Kartier slowly looks up at the cloaked individual. The man raises the Singapore cane in the air and brings it down hard on the top of Kartier's head. Kartier doesn't go down. He strikes him again, and Kartier begins to sway a bit. The third strike sends him down to the canvas as the cloaked man drops the barbed wire stick.] Harvey Schultz:: Who in the hell is that?! [The man reaches up for his hood, the pulls it off, revealing himself to be...!] Harvey Schultz:: SHELDON GRIMES?! J.J. Jackson:: Sheldon Grimes? [The fans begin to boo as Grimes and Nightbane shake hands. The duo leaves the ring with a bloody, unconscious Nyghtmare lying prone in the center of it.] Harvey Schultz:: I'm still in a state of shock. That was AWA reporter Sheldon Grimes, who was maliciously assaulted by Nyghtmare several weeks ago and put in the hospital. It looks like he's gotten his revenge, but he'll have hell to pay when Kartier gets ahold of him... |
| Conspiracy... |
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[The shot goes backstage, where we find a closed door with Richard Cormier's name on it. The camera stays there for several seconds before the door opens, and Mandrake steps out! His hometown fans watch on in a state of disbelief as Mandrake slowly shakes his head while leaving the office. The Kill Devil Hills Daredevil walks out of view as Cormier emerges from the room. Cormier steps out of the room and heads down the hall past the gymnasium, turns right, and comes to a door with HaZe's name on it. He knocks a few times.] Richard Cormier:: HaZe, you ready? We're up next. [The door opens, revealing the Heavyweight Champion ready to rumble. He steps out of the room with his belt in one hand and his book in the other. The only members of the Brotherhood of the New Lights in attendance tonight make their way out to the entranceway as "Painkiller Introduction" by Professional Murder Music starts up. The crowd begins to boo as the two make their way out to the ring. Upon hitting the ring, Cormier has the technicians cut the music and calls for a microphone.] Richard Cormier:: Althought tonight's main event has been signed as a standard match for the Heavyweight Championship, there's a change that must be made. As you know, all AWA cards are subject to change, and tonight, there IS a change that must be made. Harvey Schultz:: Let me guess, he's going to make it a non-title matchup. That ought to make his boy happy. Look at HaZe, with that smirk on his face! he knows what's going on! Richard Cormier:: So, for the benefit of all in attendance here tonight, and for all of you watching at home, this match is now going to be...a HARDCORE MATCH! [The fans go crazy as HaZe goes berzerk. He throws his belt on the ground and gets in Cormier's face, but Cormier quickly calms him.] Harvey Schultz:: What in the hell? Maybe Cormier and Mandrake really are in cohoots! Look at Cormier trying to reassure HaZe. This is insane! |
| Hardcore Match: HaZe vs. Mandrake | Heavyweight Championship |
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["Dream Song" by Ministry interrupts the festivities in the ring as the place erupts! Mandrake skips out into the aisle, full of energy, and jumps up and down a few times as the crowd goes ballistic! He shakes his arms for a minutes before lowering his head. The volume in the cafeteria rises even louder than before as Mandrake looks up at HaZe and sprints down to the ring.] Harvey Schultz:: Well, this is it! This is the match that we've all been waiting for! Mandrake is in the ring, Daton calls for the bell, and we've got a helluva fight on our hands!] [Cormier quickly leaves the ring as Mandrake and HaZe trade right hands. Mandrake gets the upper hand and begins to maul his opponent, then grabs him by the back of the head and heaves him over the top rope. HaZe stumbles around on the outside as Mandrake runs up the turnbuckles and comes off the top with a missile dropkick to HaZe on the outside. Both men go down, but Mandrake has enough presence of mind to make the cover. Daton slides out of the ring and makes the count. 1...2.kickout!] Harvey Schultz:: These two aren't waisting any time. They're gonna give you your money's worth, and then some! [Mandrake jumps up onto the ring apron as HaZe makes it back to his feet. Mandrake goes for an Asai moonsault, springboarding himself off the second rope, but the Enlightened One runs underneath him. Amazingly, Mandrake lands on his feet, but HaZe quickly turns around and levels him with a spinning heel kick. Mandrake goes down as HaZe pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He walks over to the turnbuckle as the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil slowly stands. HaZe runs down the ring apron and leaps off, catching the Atlantic Champion with a spinning hurricanrana! HaZe makes the cover. 1...2.kickout!] J.J. Jackson:: These guys are quick quick! Harvey Schultz:: You've got that right. This is some intense, fast-paced action! [HaZe begins searching under the ring and finds a wooden table. He pulls the piece of furniture out from under the ring, unfolds the legs, then sets it up about fifteen feet away from the ring. The Heavyweight Champion goes after Mandrake, but the hometown hero is back up with a series of stinging chops to the chest of HaZe. Mandrake backs HaZe up, then whips him hard into the ring apron. The KDH Daredevil then runs at him and jumps for a hurricanrana, but HaZe throws him over his head where Mandrake lands safely on the ring apron. Mandrake kicks HaZe in the head a few times to stagger him. In one fluid motion, Mandrake hops over the top rope inside the ring, then, still holding the top rope, jumps up onto the top rope, and springs off the top strand high into the air with a flying body press on HaZe!] Harvey Schultz:: What height! What elevation! What hangtime! That's one of the damnedest things I've ever seen. He was easily fifteen feet in the air, and both men are down, feeling the aftermath of that incredible move. Listen to this crowd! Crowd:: Man-Drake! Man-Drake! Man-Drake! [Mandrake is the first one up, albeit clutching his ribs. HaZe slowly crawls towards the guardrail as Mandrake looks under the ring for some goodies. Mandrake pulls out another wooden table and throws it aside. Then, he pulls out a steel chair and tosses it away. Finally, he finds what he's looking for...the ladder! As Mandrake pulls it out, the fans begint to buzz.] Harvey Schultz:: These fans have been on their feet from the onset of this match, and I don't think they'll be sitting down anytime soon. [HaZe is back up as Mandrake slides into the ring with the ten-foot ladder. HaZe unfolds the legs of the other table and sets it atop the first table, then heads into the ring. Mandrake is waiting for him, and swings high with the ladder. The Enlightened One ducks, then reaches back and catches the daredevil with a neckbreaker. HaZe grabs the ladder and sets it up in the corner as Mandrake rolls out of the ring and begins digging under the ring again. Mandrake pulls out a chair and hurls it into the ring. He then pulls out a third table and slides it into the ring as well.] J.J. Jackson:: Man, this looks like a construssion yard out here, dawg! [Mandrake slides into the ring, but HaZe is waiting for him with an elbowdrop to the back of the neck. HaZe sets the table up near the center of the ring. Mandrake grabs the steel chair, and when HaZe turns around, he drills him in the head with it. HaZe goes down as Mandrake unfolds the chair, moves the table back a few feet, and place the chair in front of the ladder. HaZe begins to climb the far side of the ladder, and Mandrake begins to climb the opposite side. HaZe reaches the top, but Mandrake catches him with an uppercut to the groin, which earns him a surprisingly loud reaction from the audience. HaZe sits on top of the ladder to regain the feeling in his nether region while Mandrake tags him in the side of the head with a few right hands. Mandrake hops down off the ladder and walks to the other side of the ring. He looks at the chair, then the ladder, then HaZe, then the table behind him. The crowd begins to buzz.] Harvey Schultz:: I see what the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil is thinking, and the outcome certainly won't be pretty... [Mandrake sprints across the ring, pushes off of the chair onto the fifth rung of the ladder, then hops up to deliver a super hurricanrana to HaZe, but HaZe grabs Mandrake ten feet above the ring and reverses the maneuver into a super powerbomb off the top of the ladder. Sailing over halfway across the ring, HaZe smashes Mandrake's body through the table! The reaction from the crowd is incredible as they watch on in awe. Both men lay motionless on the mat, but Mandrake is obviously in worse condition than his opponent.] Harvey Schultz:: Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Mandrake's body has been broken in two!!! Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! [After about a minute, HaZe slowly rolls over and drapes his arm of Mandrake. Perry Daton is there to make the count. 1...2...3!] J.J. Jackson:: HaZe wins! Harvey Schultz:: NO! Mandrake just barely got his shoulder up, and this crowd is estatic! [Feeling frustrated, HaZe punches the mat. He drags Mandrake's still motionless body to the center of the ring, then goes to climb the turnbuckle. Spotting the ladder, HaZe changes his mind and heads for it. HaZe slowly ascends the ladder, then stands poised at the top of it. He bows his head, then comes off the top with the 450 Splash on Mandrake!] Harvey Schultz:: Nobody home! Mandrake rolled out of the way at the last second! This is crazy! [Mandrake somehow rolls over and covers the Heavyweight Champion as the referee makes the count. 1...2...kickout! Both men are hurting badly as the pull themselves up to their feet. Mandrake takes a wild swing, but HaZe ducks it, locks on a reverse facelock, and plants Mandrake with the Dark DaZe near the edge of the ring. Getting an idea, HaZe folds up the ladder and heads to the outside of the ring with it. He sets the ladder up near the ring apron, only ten feet from the tables, then reaches under the ring and grabs two more tables. He unfolds the legs on both, then sets them up, one on top of the other right beside the other two table.] Harvey Schultz:: What in the living hell is HaZe thinking? He's got four tables set up out there, two on top of two. What is he gonna do with them? [Mandrake slowly makes it to his feet in the ring as HaZe climbs the ladder on the outside. Mandrake wobbles towards the ropes as HaZe reaches the top of the ladder. He bends down into the ring to grab Mandrake, but the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil catches him with a mouthful of blue mist! Blinded, HaZe stands atop the ladder, trying not to lose his balance while clearing the mist out of his eyes. The crowd is cheering loudly as Mandrake bounces off the far side and charges HaZe at full speed! Mandrake leaps over the top rope and catches HaZe with a flying spear off the top of the ladder! Both men sail through the air where the crash through all four tables! The cefeteria is filled with maniacal cheering as both men lay beneath a pile of debris.] Harvey Schultz:: Somebody needs to stop this damage match before these two kids kill themselves! Somebody needs to stop this God damn match! [Perry Daton rolls out of the ring and begins removing the debris as Richard Cormier watches on with a smile. Upon removing one last chunk of table, we find that somehow, HaZe has ended up on top of Mandrake as both of their bodies are mangled beyond belief! Daton has no choice but to make the count. 1...2...3!] Harvey Schultz:: Thankfully, this match is over, and these fans are still on their feet, in awe of what they've just seen. J.J. Jackson:: Damn, man, I don't know what ta say. Those are the two craziest niggas I've eva seen in my life! Harvey Schultz:: Ladies and gentlemen, these two men have just given you their bodies, their hearts, and their souls tonight. We've never seen a match like this in the AWA before, and hopefully, we never will again, as I fear that both men are hurt, and hurt badly. [EMTs rush out from the back and load both HaZe and Mandrake up on stretchers. Cormier watches on with his best poker face as chants in the crowd start up once again.] Crowd:: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! J.J. Jackson:: Well, these fans got it right, yo. Harvey Schultz:: Folks, for J.J. Jackson, I'm Harvey Schultz. We're out of time. See you next week. (Thinking the show's already off the air.) Son of a bitch, we need to get them to a hospital now! [Schultz leaves his commentating position and runs over to their broken, battered bodies as the scene fades to black.] |
