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[The sounds of Zakk Wylde’s guitar fills the 1st Mariner Arena as the opening of Black Label Society’s “Death March” comes blasting through the sound system. Stepping out onto the stage to a mild and mixed reaction from the crowd is “the outlaw” Jesse James. Jesse is very athletically built, keeping himself in excellent physical condition and sporting almost no body fat. He has a light natural southern tan, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and rugged yet boyish good looks. He is wearing a pair of black mid-calf-high wrestling boots and black full-length wrestling tights with silver lettering down the side stating "OUTLAW." He is also sporting a black long-sleeved fox racing tee shirt and a black resitol hat with white athletic tape on his wrists and fists.] Conarri: Here comes Jesse James making his OLW debut. I don’t agree with what this young man did to Garret Davidson on Outrage, but from the footage I’ve seen on him so far he’s an exceptionally talented kid. [Just as the drums kick in Jesse James stands at the end of the stage just before the steel ramp that leads to the ring and raises his fists in the air as three streams of simple white pyro flares shoot off on each side of the ramp just in front of him.] # Where have we gone, what have we done # [Jesse James begins walking down the steel ramp towards the ring, with an arrogant smirk on his face. Footage of his taking out Garrett Davidson on Outrage appears on the Line One Jumbo-tron.] # Pray for all that you know # [Jesse James stops at the time keepers table and places his black resitol hat on it before beginning to climb the steel steps into the ring. He climbs the steps and walks down the apron to the center of the ring ropes where he takes off his shirt, exposing his tanned and muscular physique as well as his full sleeve tattoos. He throws his tee shirt on the ground before sliding into the ring between the top and middle rope.] # Spiral of darkness, as the fools await # [Once inside the ring, Jesse James stands attentive shrugging his shoulders and loosening up as he stairs at the stage waiting for his opponent to be announced.] Conarri: Who’s it gonna be? Styles: Smart money says Svetlana. The kid is nervous enough with his first match, make him fight a girl and really freak out. [The lights die down to a dark blue and a hush silences the arena.] BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! [The muted scream of Casey Chaos and a series of four fireworks pounding into the center of the arena form the entrance jolt the crowd back out of their silence.] # I don't know who's to blame # [From the rafters above three giant spotlights swing down and illuminate a black silhouette through the remaining smoke from the fireworks.] # Like to live? # [Olan Malyk’s slowly emerges from the smoke, spotlights following, as in the background a shot of Olan delivering the Ataxia Strike plays.] Conarri: And since Styles had to be wrong, here comes Olan Malyk. Stanton: No fun. Svetlana would’ve been better. # The same, you're all the same # [Olan takes his time to walk down the ramp while his theme song rages in the background. Eyeing up the front row and making damn sure not to touch anyone trying to touch him.] # Nothing I stand here with # [Olan slides into the ring, springing to his feet and eyeing up what he can see of the crowd, the spotlights still following Malyk and illuminating him through the haze of the arena’s dim blue lights.] # This is the last time this is the last time # BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! [Olan raises his arms in the middle of the ring as four fireworks go off above the ring. Illuminating the ring and peppering it with a bright glitter discharge.] # You know the fuckin' names # [Olan gives one final test of the ropes before perching himself on the turnbuckle and watching his watch less wrist for the remaining duration of the song.] # Alive feeling I can't # [Music fades and the lights rise.] DING! [James and Malyk step out of their corners and move to the center of the ring. James raises his hand to indicate a challenge for a test of strength. Malyk accepts and takes the first hand, but as James is reaching up for the second hand Malyk dropkicks James in the knee and backs away to his corner.] Conarri: Malyk making use of his slightly larger amount of experience. Styles: Malyk likes to take out a guy’s knee and keep him grounded for a more high-flying offense. [James slaps the mat before getting up and facing Malyk again. Malyk has a slight smirk on his face. James charges Malyk, who easily dodges James and sends him face-first in to the corner. Malyk charges in looking for the avalanche, but there is an arm wrapping itself around his throat instead.] Styles: James looking for the Tennessee Slam early here, but does that ever work? [Malyk strikes at James’ shoulder and the grip is released. With a firm grip on James’ arm, Malyk takes off for the corner. Malyk dives out of the ring at the last second, sending James’ shoulder directly at the ring post.] Stanton: Ouch! Malyk looking to take James out of OLW in his first match. Hopefully he stays away from the face. Conarri: James needs to protect his limbs against Malyk, who will be trying to pick him apart. [James clutches at his shoulder in pain as Malyk walks around the ring and slides in. James gets up and stares at Malyk across the ring, and charges again. This time Malyk goes for a back body drop, but James was expecting it and catches a sunset flip.] 1… 2… NO! Styles: Good reversal by James, but sunset flips never work either. This kid is retarded. Conarri: Look at this… [Malyk kicks James in the head with both feet, rolls back, and quickly grabs James’ legs and bridges on top of him.] 1… 2… NO! [James wraps his arms around Malyk and begins to stand up. James makes it to his feet and turns Malyk over, lifts, and delivers a gutwrench powerbomb. James clenches at his shoulder as he lies on the ground. James quickly gets back to his feet, runs to the ropes, jumps to the top rope, and then does a 180 mid-air and performs a senton splash.] Styles: Whoa! That was pretty damn cool. Stanton: Look at him go! [James picks up Malyk and whips him to a corner. James walks over and faces Malyk, and gives a quick lasso motion before he goes to work. James takes his forearms and begins pounding away at Malyk’s mask, just raining down shots on his face. James looks back at the crowd, and when turns back around Malyk is cowering between the ropes and holding a finger up as if to say “just a minute.” The ref comes and stands between them and James backs away. Olan comes back in to the ring and James walks right in to a poke in the eye and a dropkick to the knee.] Styles: I thought he was going to kill him, but James ended up being retarded again and getting fooled by the oldest trick in the book. Stanton: NO! NOT HIS PRETTY LITTLE EYES! Conarri: This is exactly what James needs to avoid. [Malyk stands over a downed James and lifts his arm in order to deliver kicks to the shoulder. Malyk then drops his knee on the shoulder and begins to pull at it, causing James to yelp. Malyk then gets up and climbs the close corner so he’s behind James when he stands up. Malyk takes flight as James is getting up and connects with a missile dropkick at James’ shoulder.] Styles: Kill him! Send him home back to daddy as a failure. Conarri: Jesse James is next in line of a very successful Lynch family. Something tells me he’s going to screw this up. [Malyk gets up and quickly goes back to the corner and waits for James to get up again. Malyk takes flight looking for a double axe handle but James catches him with a desperation lariat with his good arm that sends Malyk crashing to the mat and rolling out of the ring. James moves quickly to the corner and lifts himself up. James turns so he is facing away from Malyk. Malyk gets up just in time to catch Jesse James hitting him with moonsault from the top rope.] Conarri: And THAT is what Jesse James is all about. High-flying risks, flash, and crowd-pleasing. Stanton: What? Did he just flash? I missed it, DAMN IT ALL! Styles: I could… Conarri: You could NOT finish that sentence if you want to live. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… [James begins to stir on the floor as Malyk continues to writhe.] 6… 7… [James is up and rolls in and out of the ring quickly to break up the count.] 1… [James starts to lift Malyk, who makes it to his knees before he unleashes a strike at the mid section of James. This basically pisses James off and results in Malyk getting kicked in the face. James then lifts Malyk and throws him in to the ring. James rolls in after him.] [James picks up Malyk and whips to the ropes and connects with a spinebuster. Once again Malyk is dragged up to his feet, but in desperation he throws a kick. James catches the kick, and wraps his leg with his good arm, then proceeds to deliver a single leg powerbomb and hold on for the pin.] 1… 2… NO!
[Malyk and James struggle up and James lands a forearm that sends Malyk flying. Malyk jumps up and runs in to a bodyslam. Malyk up again and runs in to another forearm. Malyk up again and an arm again wraps itself around his throat.] Conarri: Tennessee Slam coming up… Styles: NO! Not so fast… [Malyk quickly strikes at the shoulder to relieve the grip, bounces off the ropes, and chop blocks James to take him down. Malyk drags James up to his feet. Malyk bounces off the ropes and sees James winding up for a lariat so he slides between James’ legs and comes up behind him.] Styles: This is it, James made his last rookie mistake. [Malyk attempts to deliver the Ataxia Strike, but winds up face down on the mat.] Conarri: TENNESSEE SLAM! JAMES TURNED IT IN TO THE TENNESSEE SLAM! [James rolls over for the pin.] 1… 2… 3! [Backstage.] BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! [The fans boo as a familiar emerald green clad figure appears.] [There's something regal about Ultra Raptor. The shoulderpads and the cape have something to do with it, but beyond that, he simply exudes a sense of self-worth and control.] [This is, make no mistake about it, the REAL Ultra Raptor. Not Jeffy Andrews under a mask this time - this one is actually Paco Losanto. He proved it by taking his mask off on the air for about 2 minutes last Outrage.] Raptor: Yaz. [Yaz Illika, still twirling the sai, walks into the shot.] Raptor: Are the others ready? Illika: It's like you've always said, my friend... todo es mientras que debe ser. Raptor: All is as it should be. [Raptor turns to the camera.] Raptor: You can leave now. In fact, I'd highly recommend it. Eckelbury: HEY! One second! [Both puroresu legends turn to look as OLW's interviewer runs over. Duane has already ditched the suit of his jacket, and loosened his tie.] Eckelbury: So what exactly are you doing here, Illika? Illika: Like I told Heidi. Watching. Eckelbury: OK. And who are you? [He points at Raptor.] Raptor: I'm Ultra Raptor. Eckelbury: No. I mean, are you another one of Jeffy Andrews' friends under that mask? Raptor: No. I'm really Paco Losantio this time. If you'd like me to prove it... [And Raptor reaches up, and pulls his mask off. The fans in the arena gasp in shock as the mask comes off.] [And yes, this Raptor definitely is Paco Losantio. Losantio's dark hispanic features and thick natural blonde hair are unmistakable for anyone else.] Losantio: Then, just ask. Illika: And then, leave. [He twirls his sai.] [Double-Decker leaves.] [Fade.] |
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