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The screen is dark. A voice says:
ALL
C.C.W. WRESTLING SUPERSTARS ARE HIGHLY TRAINED Suddenly, onscreen, we're in a plush looking office building and the camera travels along a well illuminated corridor. It rounds a corner and stood there is a well-dressed woman, apparently somewhere in her early to mid-20's, attractive looking, with chocolate-au-lait skin, a delicate nose and sweet smile. Her dress-suit is a dark mauve which nicely compliments the creme blouse she wears.
The woman smiles and says: "Hi! I'm Indigo Knowe and this is CCW Slaughterhouse!"
CCW Opening Titles
We see a black screen, then static. The static fades in to the opening bars of "Here To Stay" by Korn. As the main melody begins, we see a plethora of CCW wrestlers perform various wrestling moves.
#This time
I'm taking it away, I've got a problem# #This
state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating# #My
hurt inside is fading# #My
mind's done with this# #This
state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating# #The
hurt inside is fading# #For
what's inside awaking# #I'm
here to stay (bring it down)# #This
state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating# #My
hurt inside is fading# #For
what's inside awaking#
#Give anymore#
And as the song finishes up, the CCW Slaughterhouse logo shimmers on to the screen.
-Sunday 11 August 2002-
EF: Hello
and welcome to an other explosive edition of CCW Slaughterhouse! I'm
Edward Faust, along with my colleague and resident expert, Titus Champeaux. TC: Thank you Edward for that rousing introduction. I almost feel honoured to be sat here next to you and several hundred English morons in tonight's crowd. EF: And so you should Titus because tonight's show promises to be the biggest in CCW history! Tonight we have four first round matches in the CCW Point Blank Championship Tournament! Tonight's four winners will all advance into next week's Semi Final stage to be shown RIGHT HERE ON CHANNEL Z!!! I've got to ask you Titus - just who is your money on to walk away in a few weeks time as the FIRST EVER CCW POINT BLANK CHAMPION!! TC: What a stupid question, you English imbecile! Mon dieu! Silas Creed's "Chosen One" will be the victor of this prestigious tournament! Le Vipere, Ryan Valentine! He has all the skills to succeed and with Creed's backing no one - not even "The Grandmaster of Mind Games" Creepy Charlie Lewis will be able to stop Valentine from ascending to the CCW throne. EF: Well I'll admit that "The Professional Judas" along with "Creepy" Charlie Lewis must be the two favourites to become the first ever CCW Point Blank Champion but I don't think that either of these athletes will win. My money's on The Geezer. TC: THE GEEZER?!?! THE GEEZER?!?! Your wet little country's warm beer must be getting to you son! The Geezer isn't going to win this tournament! The Geezer is like each and every one of these ignorant English slobs in attendance tonight - and for that matter the whole of England in general - living on past glories that they'll never ever reclaim. The Geezer is a million to one shot to win this tournament, no, TEN MILLION TO ONE!!! Suddenly
"Geezers Need Excitement" by The Streets explodes from the CCW
Stadium's crackling PA system as the locker room double doors at the eastern
side of the building swing open. Confidently
walking out to the top of the ramp way comes The Geezer, looking deadly serious.
Wasting little time, the English hero strides confidentially to the ring with a
CCW microphone held tightly in his hand. EF: SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! THE GEEZER'S ON HIS WAY TO THE RING AND THE FANS HAVE ERUPTED FOR THEIR FELLOW LONDONER!!! TC: What does this idiot think he's doing? His match against THG isn't the first match? EF: Judging by the microphone in his hand I think The Geezer's got something to say to us all and when The Geezer has something to say PEOPLE LISTEN! TC: Pah! This piece of infected English meat has no influence! He's a "cheap pop" merchant who relies entirely on the fact that he's English to get himself over with these stupid blue-collar fans. The
Geezer climbs up the ring's steel steps and into the ring, still looking deadly
serious about some thing. As the adoring cheers die down The Geezer begins
to speak. G: Edward, Titus - I must apologise for interrupting your introduction to tonight's important show but I've got some thing incredibly important to say. TC: Oh this should be good! A drunken, uneducated English blow hard to start the show off. G: As we all know, in the not too distant past CCW was based in the USA and several CCW workers were not best pleased when they heard that they were relocating to England. Bloody hell! Not pleased when they heard that they were relocating to England?! What's that about?! THIS IS THE BEST COUNTRY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!! TC: Pah! What century is this body living in? It's not the nineteenth century any more you arrogant English pig! The
all-English crowd predictably scream their approval of The Geezer's patriotic
words. G: Now don't get me wrong. I've not got anything against the USA because it's a great place to get drunk. I know how hard it is to leave home and be away from your local pub because I've worked and kicked people's backsides all over the world and there's no better place to drink and fight than England ANYWHERE IN THE BLOODY WORLD!!! Again
the rabid CCW fans are on their feet and cheering loudly for The Geezer. England has a very proud reputation of being a country who'll accept persecuted dissidents seeking asylum. England has become a diverse, multi-cultured nation and we welcome every one and any one into this green and pleasant land who's willing to respect our way of life. But what our country doesn't need are free loading visitors who seem to get their kicks out of slagging us Brit's off at every single opportunity! So I'm afraid to say that TITUS CHAMPEAUX, IT'S HIGH TIME THAT YOU WENT HOME! TC: WHAT?! IS THAT ENGLISH IDIOT ADDRESSING ME?! DOES HE KNOW WHO I AM?! HOW DARE HE!!! Suddenly
appearing from the locker room come four large men wearing identical black
t-shirts. On the front of the shirts are the letters, "D.C.C.". G: As the founding leader of the D.C.C. - Deport Champeaux Campaign - I declare that Titus, YOU'RE TIME IS UP YOU ARROGANT LITTLE BITCH!!! TC: He can't do this! HE CAN'T DO THIS! GET SECURITY OUT HERE! The
four D.C.C. men head quickly down to ringside and over to Faust's and
Champeaux's modest commentary table. Champeaux is on his feet, panic
racing through his body. TC: Do something Faust! STOP THEM! Two of the four men grab Champeaux's arms and drag him from his chair and to his feet. The other two men quickly strip Champeaux of his headset, grab his legs and begin to carry the distressed and screaming Champeaux back to the locker room. A noisy chant of "D.C.C! D.C.C!" ignites and echoes around the CCW Stadium. EF: Are we still on the air? Am I on? The
triumphant Geezer climbs out of the ring and follows the four men carrying
Champeaux. "Geezers Need Excitement" by The Streets once again
blast from the PA system as the four men and The Geezer disappear into the
locker room with their sobbing prisoner. Back
at the commentary table Faust looks incredibly flustered as he begins to
frantically sift through his notes and format for the show while taking
instructions in his headpiece. EF: Boys? Are we...are we still...okay,no problem. Got it. Yes, okay no problem. I can...yes...okay, no problem. Sorry about this slight technical hitch everyone. The show will continue right now, err...without Titus. I think It's time for our first match so let's go over to Gwendol... Suddenly
darkness engulfs the CCW Stadium as "Subbaculture" by The Pixies hits
the humid air waves. The
darkness lasts just a few moments but when the lights return we can see stood at
the top of the steel ramp way, the leader of Playground: Helter Skelter. Underneath a long flowing black latex trench coat, Helter Skelter's smooth, naked chest is covered in a multitude of gruesome and unholy tattoos and symbols. Helter Skelter's hands and forearms are covered by elbow length black latex gloves. Playground's leader wears a pair of tight fitting black leather trousers and his face is covered by a mysterious white ornate mask. The
mask is decorated with thick black vertical lines above and below Helter
Skelter's sunken eyes and thin mouth, giving the appearance that they have been
crudely sown shut. Long wet straight black hair falls over Helter Skelter's shoulders and ornate mask as he begins to stride towards the ring, he face lowered to the ground as he moves. EF: (talking into his ear piece) Can some one please explain to me WHAT'S HAPPENING?! PLEASE?! Shouldn't we be having our opening match now?! Helter
Skelter glides around the outside of the ring, accompanied by the zealous jeers
of the crowd. Playground's leader seems to be headed towards the commentary
table. EF: (talking into his ear piece) What do you mean? Give me something to work with here?! Helter
Skelter reaches the commentary table and stands opposite Faust. The
commentator nervously peers at the menacing frame in front of him like a deer
caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Helter Skelter: May I join you Edward? You seem distressed my friend. No matter. Like a shadow born of a broken heart I have come to assist you. Faust can do nothing but stare at Helter Skelter dumbfounded. HS: I take it by your flowery silence that I may sit here. I'm sure this will be very merry for all concerned. Helter
Skelter sits down in the chair that Champeaux recently occupied, placing Titus's
headset over his head. EF: Errr...thank you Helter Skelter. Thank you for coming out here to help me now that Titus has been...err...has...err...now that Titus has... HS: Save your eloquent words for tonight's delicate violence Edward. Titus has gone to a better place I'm sure. EF: But Geezer took Ti... HS: Ssshhh little one. Let us behold the pretty carnage that no doubt will follow. Together! Before Edward can utter another word, Gwendolyn Reign steps in to the centre of the ring... GR: The
following contest is a FIRST ROUND CCW POINT BLANK CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT MATCH
scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! EF: But! The
arena lights fade as "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" by Papa
Roach invades the airwaves. Lethal
Weapon walks out from the locker room standing 6-5 and wearing a black leather
jacket over a smoking skull t-shirt, black boots and a pair of brand new blue
denim Levi 501's. Lethal Weapon rubs his brown goatee an smiles as his 7-3 420lb ally, Kinetic walks out behind him dressed in black leather trousers and matching boots.
GR:
Being accompanied to the ring by KINETIC, weighting in tonight at 275lbs and
hailing from London, England in the United Kingdom, this is LETHAL WEAPON!!! EF:
I don't know if you saw it last week Helter Skelter but Lethal Weapon and
Kinetic made a Hell of an impact on their CCW debut, beating 18 Wheeler within
an inch of his life and then destroying Viktor November! HS:
Yes Edward. I saw everything that these men did. They tried to make
a statement. A show of their intentions. They took 18 Wheeler and
November to a very dark place and as sure as my breath is black I'm sure that
they intend to do the same this week to another porcelain soul. EF:
A porcelain soul? I don't think that I quite follow you. HS:
You'll follow me soon enough as the dust follows the acrid wind. EF:
Right. Should I make a note of that? HS: No need little one. It is etched into your dented soul. With
a mixed response from the crowd Lethal Weapon and Kinetic advance to the ring
and step through the ropes confidentially as their entrance music fades away. GR:
Now making his way to the ring, weighting in tonight at 302lbs and hailing from
Detroit, Michigan in the United States of America, this is "CREEPY"
CHARLIE LEWIS!!! EF:
Here he is and listen to this reaction from our fans! This man is
ABSOLUTELY LOATHED BY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE ABATTOIR!!! This man
repulses everyone with his foul behaviour and sadistic tactics and the crowd are
letting Lewis know it with a relentless volley of boos! Helter Skelter -
your thoughts on this sick individual. HS:
Charlie is beautiful. EF: Beautiful?! HS:
Charlie can see clearly. Past the debris. EF:
Debris?! Lewis begins to walk straight down the ramp way and aisle making sure to stay in the centre and as far away from the jeering crowd as possible. Lewis is hunched over as he stalks to ring side and keeps his hands held close to his chest, in fear of one of the fans reaching out and touching him. EF:
This bizarre individual gives me the shivers. There's never any telling what
will happen when The Grandmaster of Mind Games enters the arena. The only
think we can be sure of is that Creepy will try to rip his opponent's very soul
from his chest! HS:
Even if his opponent is already soul-less Edward? EF: Errrr... Lewis reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Lethal Weapon and Kinetic immediately bail out to the floor as Lewis moves to the centre of the ring and glares menacingly into the crowd with a sick, malevolent smile. The seven hundred or so fans packed into the humid CCW stadium continue to hit Lewis with abuse as an insulting chant of "YOU FAT BASTARD! YOU FAT BASTARD!" ripples hard through the thick summer night air. EF: This match is going to be so intense. The victor will move one step closer to that precious CCW Point Blank Championship, the title that EVERYBODY desperately wants! Referee Bobby Kramer is laying down the law to Lewis in the ring although Creepy appears to be paying little attention to the young referee. Instead Creepy's gaze is firmly locked on Lethal Weapon who, after patting Kinetic on the back, enters the ring cracking his knuckles. EF:
This is not going to be s wrestling match, this is going to be an old fashioned
London Street Fight! Creepy and Weapon are straight ahead brawlers with a
penchant for demolishing their opponents, not just beating them. HS:
Pain is not unknown to these warlords - as a shining friend AND as an
unforgiving foe. EF: Both men ominously advance towards the centre of the ring as Bobby Kramer calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! HS:
Battle lines are being drawn, rhetoric passed from one fighting vessel to
another. EF:
If that's supposed to mean that Creepy and Weapon are in one another's faces
talking trash then you're spot on Helter Skelter! Here we go! The
talking is over and both men are laying into one another with vicious, punishing
closed fists! Who's going to get the beter of this violent exchange?
Creepy's starting to back Weapon up! Weapon's reeling from Charlie's hay
making body bows and upper cuts! HS:
The tower is breaking, her walls crumble. EF:
Creepy now irish whipping Weapon across the ring as Kinetic watches closely from
the outside. A MAJESTIC SPINE BUSTER OFF OF THE ROPES FROM LEWIS JUST SENT
LETHAL WEAPON CRASHING DOWN HARD TO THE CANVAS! HS:
The water is seeping out. EF:
Lewis dragging Lethal Weapon to his feet and SNAPPING THE LONDONER'S ARM ACROSS
HIS SHOULDER WITH A SADISTIC SHOULDER ARM BREAKER! Weapon is down to his
knees in agony as Creepy follows up with a POWERFUL KNEE LIFT INTO WEAPON'S
EXPOSED FACE! This is brutal! Lewis is a complete and utter maniac
in the ring! HS: Charlie is a sleek panther, a soaring hawk, a prowling wolf. EF:
Lewis isn't wasting any time at all. He's completely focused tonight, Hell
bent on becoming the first ever CCW Point Blank Champion! Again he pulls
Weapon up to a vertical base, grabs the Londoner's right arm, pulls Weapon
towards him AND DRIVES HIS SHOULDER HARD INTO LETHAL WEAPON'S BODY AGAIN AND
AGAIN AND AGAIN! HS:
HURT HIM CHARLIE! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! EF:
Weapon is down on the mat and writhing in absolute agony from this onslaught!
He's at the mercy of "Creepy" Charlie Lewis who is in unstoppable
form! In this mood I doubt that ANY ONE could defeat The Grandmaster of
Mind Games! Perhaps I should change my pick to win the Tournament from The
Geezer to The Creepy One! HS:
Charlie will win this tournament. I feel it deep, deep inside my warm,
tingling blood. EF:
If Lethal Weapon made a statement last week it's Lewis's turn to this week.
This performance is going to make the entire CCW roster VERY NERVOUS INDEED! What
now? Weapon's not moving much. Again Lewis picks his foe up and
lands a CRUSHING STOMACH BREAKER ON LETHAL WEAPON, RIGHT ACROSS THE KNEE!
Weapon's face down on the mat and OH NO! LEWIS'S LOCKING IN THE CREEPY
CLUTCH! WEAPON CAN'T DEFEND HIMSELF! LEWIS HAS THE CLUTCH APPLIED AND
WEAPON TAPS OUT IMMEDIATELY! NO MAN CAN SURVIVE THE CREEPY CLUTCH, NO MAN
WHO WALKS ON GODS GREEN EARTH!!! DING! DING! DING! GR:
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match, as a result of a submission,
"CREEPY" CHARLIE LEWIS!!! EF:
What a show of dominance from Lewis! Creepy's just booked himself a
tournament semi final on next weeks Slaughterhou...WAIT A MINUTE!
KINETIC'S CLIMBING INTO THE RING AS KRAMER HOLDS LEWIS' ARM ALOFT IN VICTORY!
KINETIC'S JUST GRABBED LEWIS, SPUN HIM AROUND AND LOCKED HIM INTO A VICE LIKE
CHOKEHOLD! He's
looking for his finishing move, that punishing chokeslam that he calls
"Kinetic Energy". WAIT A MINUTE! KARNIVAL AND CIRCUSS JUST
HIT THE RING! Sprinting out of the locker room and into the ring come Karnival and Circuss, Helter Skelter's loyal followers that make up "Playground". Karnival and Circuss both appear to be near three hundred pound monsters. Both are dressed in identical one piece stained denim overalls that button up at the front and cover their entire bodies. Both men also wear strange, gruesome masks. Karnival's mask covers not just his face but his entire head. Eight long dreadlocks pierce the mask and hang down over Karnival's face. The mask is brown and white in colour, looking vaguely like a skull with sunken eyes. The mask is also decorated with thick black lips and dirty yellow jagged teeth. Circuss' mask covers only his face. It seems to have been crudely constructed from old rusty pieces of scrap metal welded and bolted together. An iron grill covers Circuss' mouth and hints of what lurks beneath. Gaps in the metal appear of Circuss' eyes that reveal large white staring pupils. Shoulder length dark brown hair with red streaks falls from Circuss's head and over his metal mask. HS:
What the Devil could have brought Karnival and Circuss, the five time CCW U.S.
Tag Team Champions to the ring I wonder? EF:
Everyone knows that you've been plotting with Lewis, THAT'S why Karnival and
Circuss have got involved. LOOK AT THIS! KARNIVAL AND CIRCUSS JUST
GRABBED KINETIC, FORCING HIM TO RELEASE CREEPY, and now they're BEATING THE HELL
OUT OF KINETIC, BASHING IN HIS SKULL WITH WHAT LOOK LIKE BRASS KNUCKS!!!
THIS IS INHUMAN!! HS:
Kinetic chose to interfere in Charlie's business and now Karnival and Circuss
have chose to interfere in his. EF:
Lewis has gone back to Weapon who's still down and out after tapping out to The
Creepy Clutch. Now what? As playground continue their brutal assault
on Kinetic, Lewis' locking Weapon INTO A CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING WITH A BODY
SCISSORS AND AGAIN WE HEAR WEAPON SCREAMING IN HELLISH AGONY!!! HS:
The King of CCW's chess set is watching his black rooks burn Kinetic
down to the ground. Charlie is The Black King. EF: OH
NO! This doesn't look good for Kinetic! Karnival's sat on the top
turnbuckle as Circuss has Kinetic in position for an under hook piledriver! ON
MY GOD!!! SPIKED UNDER HOOK PILDRIVER FROM PLAYGROUND AND KINETIC'S SKULL
JUST GOT COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY OBLITERATED BY THAT RUTHLESS AND SADISTIC DOUBLE
TEAM MOVE! THE IMPACT THAT JUST WENT THROUGH KINETIC'S BODY MUST HAVE BEEN
DEVASTATING! HS:
We call it "The Express Elevator to Hell". A little concoction
of mine. EF:
Finally Lewis releases his submission hold. Lethal Weapon and Kinetic are down and out, neither man
conscious after the extreme punishment that they've both just endured.
Karnival and Circuss are leaving the ring with Lewis! What terrible
alliance are we seeing between Creepy and Playground?! "Woodpecker From Mars" blasts from the stadium's loud speakers as Lewis and the two Playground members head back victoriously towards the locker room as the CCW fans pour out a series of raucous boos and jeers at Lewis. HS:
We have seen the future, little one and the future is closer than you might
think. A few minutes pass as Playground and their erstwhile companion, "Creepy" Charlie Lewis leave the ring. Meanwhile, paramedics attend to the beaten bodies of Weapon and Kinetic. As they are carried out, Gwendolyn Reign enters the ring once more. GR:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit
and is a FIRST ROUND CCW POINT BLANK CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT MATCH!! Suddenly,
blasting from the CCW Stadium's crackling PA system comes "Ricochet"
by Faith No More as "The Last Laugh" Jack Del Rio enters the arena to
a loud volley of abuse and boos. Del Rio laughs to himself and begins to return the abuse he's receiving back to the crowd, before confidentially striding towards the ring. In
Del Rio's right hand we can see "The Last Laugh" dragging behind him
along the concrete floor Rob "Shady" Hardy's fake CCW Cruiserweight
Championship belt. EF:
Former CCW US Champion Jack Del Rio looks to be in his usual bad mood tonight
and that could spell trouble for this opponent. Ever since CCW came to
England Del Rio's been extremely vocal about how badly he thinks this promotion
is being run. Del Rio can't believe that many of CCW's newest recruits are
getting so much of the spot light, in favour of the old CCW wrestlers.
This is a golden opportunity for Del Rio to show every one what the Old
Schoolers in CCW are all about! HS:
Jack is being childish. He is too selfish to see the shining future that
awaits us all. He clutches to the dusty past. He doesn't see that it
will choke him. Jack Del Rio climbs the ring's steel steps, pausing along the way to get vocal with the booing fans at ringside. GR:
Now entering the ring and weighting in tonight at 263lbs, hailing from Atlantic
City, New Jersey in the United States of America, this is " The Last Laugh
" JACK DEL RIO!!! Del
Rio climbs through the middle rope and begins to taunt the entire crowd as he
ascends the nearest turnbuckle, Shady's belt hanging off his left shoulder. EF:
I'd have thought that Del Rio would have destroyed that unsanctioned
Cruiserweight title by now! After all he showed such contempt for it and
for Shady last week - the man he stole it from. HS:
Jack should never have stole that which didn't belong to him. Although
Shady's golden belt isn't recognised by CCW, HE IS RECOGNISED by myself and any
one else who cares to look as being the premier Cruiserweight wrestler in CCW.
Jack is jealous of Rob Hardy just as he is jealous of many of CCW's new comers. EF:
And where do you stand in terms of the CCW new comers? You after all are a
former CCW US Champion as well Helter Skelter and you weren't even invited to
compete in the Point Blank Championship Tournament. HS:
Little one, I am humble enough to realise that the eight men entered into this
prestigious tournament all are more deserving that me, much more deserving. You
see unlike Jack I can accept change. I welcome change just as I welcome
CCW's new comers. Suddenly the lights in the CCW Stadium dim and red spotlights illuminate the locker room double doors on the eastern side of the building. The
Japanese National Anthem, "Kimigayo Wa Chiyoni" begins to hum around
the arena being played with traditional Japanese instruments as Kyushichi
Yasujiro, dressed in a red Japanese robe appears from the locker room. Right
behind Yasujiro are his two managers, Ikemoto Iwahashi and Harley Tyres. As
the feverish crowd recognise the Japanese National Anthem they loudly aim their
approval towards Yasujiro with a violent volley of zealous cheering. EF:
The reaction for this man, "The Prince of the Sky" gets louder each
and every week! You'd have thought that Kyu was from London, not Tokyo! HS:
We have seen this noble soldier's resolve and dedication to his craft. The
fire of the dragon burns within his chest. But fire means smoke and
perhaps it is the smoke of Yasujiro's resolve that cloud his judgement when it
comes to his relationship with "The Golden Boy", The Viper, Ryan
Valentine. EF:
Valentine and Kyu do seem to have some sort of a strange relationship. HS:
Valentine is poisoning Kyu's eager mind, that is obvious. I cry for Kyu.
I hope the smoke clears before his wings are clipped by The Viper. On his way to the ring, Yasujiro stops several times to greet the fans with respectful bows before he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. GR:
Now entering the ring and weighting in tonight at 230lbs, from Tokyo, Japan,
"The Prince of the Sky" KYUSHICHI YASUJIRO!!! Yasujiro
advances to the centre of the ring while Del Rio stares and laughs at the
Japanese warrior from his corner of the ring. Yasujiro
puts his hands together and closes his eyes. His manager, Ikemoto Iwahashi
ceremoniously begins to throw salt into the air. Yasujiro opens his eyes
and bows to his countryman before Harley Tyres hands Kyu a microphone. KY:
Please forgive my interruption of tonight's proceedings noble audience. I
have an apology to make regardi... Jack
Del rio snatches the microphone from Yasujiro's hand. JDR:
We've heard it all before Yasujiro so why don't you SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN HOLE
SON?! The
crowd plough into Del Rio with a loud burst of jeers and boos. JDR:
And for that matter (pointing out into the crowd) YOU PIECES OF ENGLISH
CRAP CAN SHUT THE HELL UP TOO!!! Del Rio's comments only make the fans louder in their endeavour as a noisy "ARSE-HOLE! ARSE-HOLE! ARSE-HOLE!" chant echoes through the CCW Stadium. JDR:
Last week in this crappy little converted warehouse I stole this (holding
up the fake crusierweight title)
from Rob "Shady" Hardy. And do you know why I ripped off that
little Californian queer's shiny little belt? BECAUSE THIS CHEAP LITTLE
TACKY BELT SPITS ON THE FORTY YEAR HISTORY OF CREED CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, THE
FORTY YEAR HISTORY THAT NO ONE SEEMS TO GIVE A FLYING **** ABOUT ANY MORE!!! This
belt is an insult to every one who's ever sweat and bled for this promotion AND
I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS **** ANY LONGER!!! Out
of nowhere and in one fluid movement, Del Rio takes the bogus cruiserweight
title from off of his shoulder, charges towards Kyu and slams it hard into the
Japanese wrestler's face! EF:
ON MY GOD! That was totally uncalled for and absolutely vicious from Del
Rio! Kyu is down! That heavy blow just knocked " The Prince of
the Sky" out of the air! DING!
DING! DING! EF:
And referee Walter Johnson just called for the bell! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!
Kyu's just been knocked out BEFORE THE MATCH EVEN STARTED! Jack Del Rio's
thrown the belt outside the ring as Kyu's two managers bail out to the floor.
Del Rio's dragging Yasujiro away from the ropes AND GOING FOR THE COVER! ONE.......... EF: WHAT ON EARTH?! IT'S ROB HARDY! ROB "SHADY" HARDY JUST DRAGGED JACK DEL RIO OFF OF KYU AND OUT OF THE RING! HS:
And rightfully so! Jack attacked Kyu before the bell AND stole from Shady.
He's getting just what he deserves! EF:
Yasujiro wouldn't have kicked out of Del Rio's lateral press - he's still
knocked out in the ring and SHADY AND JACK ARE HAMMERING AWAY AT ONE ANOTHER
WITH BIG TIME LEFTS AND RIGHTS! These two men ABSOLUTELY DESPISE ONE
ANOTHER! They're trying to KILL ONE ANOTHER OUT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR OF
THE ABATTOIR! HS:
If there is any justice in this dirty little world Shady will have "The
Last Laugh" in more ways that one! EF:
Hardy's getting the worst of this exchange! He has to be careful here,
don't forget he's in tonight's main event - another first round CCW Point Blank
Championship Tournament match against "The Professional Judas " Ryan
Valentine! Attacking Del Rio was a mistake! Shady's looking groggy
after absorbing so many punches! HS:
Jack is setting Shady up! I've seen this a hundred times before!
Jack wants "The Last Laugh" and he's setting Rob up for his finisher,
"The One EF:
Del Rio makes the signal for his end move, he turns his body sharply and SPINS
INTO THE ONE LINER! NO! SHADY DUCKED DEL RIO'S ONE LINER AND HAS JUST
KICKED THE LAST LAUGH RIGHT BETWEEN THE LEGS! What amazing strength being
show here from Rob Hardy. He's just wrenched Del Rio up onto his shoulders
LOOKING FOR A POWER BOMB ON THE CONCRETE! NO! WAIT! Shady just
reversed his opponent and SHADY SHAKE DOWN! SHADY SHAKE DOWN! HARDY JUST
RUTHLESSLY EXECUTED DEL RIO ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR WITH THE LETHAL SHADY SHAKE
DOWN! HS:
Yasujiro hasn't seen any of this violence but he's beginning to awaken in the
ring. EF:
Rob Hardy's just thrown the life less body of Jack Del Rio into the ring!
Del Rio is out cold after that Shady Shake Down on the unforgiving concrete
floor! Shady's collected his discarded belt and is now leaving the arena
in triumph! HS:
Possession may be nine tenths of the law but the rightful owner of that
Championship has righted Jack's terrible wrong! EF:
And at what a price! Rob Hardy's just cost Del Rio his shot at the CCW
point Blank Championship! Look
at this! Kyu's up to his feet, staggering around the ring and trying to
regain his senses. He's just stumbled on top of Del Rio and referee
Johnson's in position for the cover! IT'S GOT TO BE OVER RIGHT HERE... ONE.......... EF:
Thanks to Shady's intervention Kyushichi Yasujiro just advanced to the CCW Point
Blank Championship Tournament Semi Finals! Del Rio's still out cold and
Kyu's in not much better condition. I don't think he even realises that
he's just won! GR:
Ladies and gentlemen, the referee was awarded this match, as a result of a pin
fall to your winner, "The Prince of the Sky" KYUSHICHI YASUJIRO!!! Once again we hear the Japanese National Anthem echo around the arena mingled in with the crowd's noisy approval for the result of the match. Yasujiro's
two managers enter the ring and aid the groggy yet victorious "Prince of
the Sky" through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring Jack Del Rio is flat on his back, completely motionless on the canvas. EF: Can you really believe that? HS: Believing is not a difficulty for myself: I have seen a cold wind blow over the hottest tempers, standing there, in the face of everything. EF: What on Earth are you talking about? You know, just one day, they'll put someone beside me who actually speaks English...Oh well, looks like Gwen is in position. GR: The following contest is a FIRST ROUND CCW POINT BLANK CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT MATCH scheduled for one fall! The
CCW Stadium's PA system cuts out, there is a momentary silence as the lights go
dark. Suddenly,
a loud gunshot reverberates around the arena followed by the opening bars to
"Rise and Shine" by One Minute Silence blasting out across the P.A.
system. The
lights go back up just as two men step out of the locker room double doors. They
halt at the top of the ramp way: one Ryan "The Hired Gun" Rogers and
his manager, Tommy Cornell. As
the crowd recognises Rogers, chants of "THG! THG! THG!" goes
up. Rogers and Cornell head down to the ring, side by side, a look of
trademark intensity showing on THG's face, his manager uttering last minute
words of advice into The Hired Gun's ear. GR:
Weighing in at 265lbs and hailing from Leeds, England in the United Kingdom,
this is "The Hired Gun" RYAN ROGERS!!! Rogers
reaches the apron and climbs into the ring. He crosses the mat and climbs to the
top rope, he stares out across the crowd, again drawing in their reaction and
then climbs down shedding his long coat, allowing it drop to the mat, the
referee quickly disposing of it. EF:
THG is certainly an imposing figure…his whole attitude…it’s… HS:
Dangerous? EF:
Deadly… HS:
And yet, his appearances at the Abattoir have not followed through with what his
demeanor promises. Most disappointing. EF:
That is the current attitude backstage, so I understand. "Geezers
Need Excitement" by The Streets replaces One Minute Silence and the crowd
immediately recognise the entrance music of their hometown hero! A
deafening "GEEZER! GEEZER! GEEZER!" chant invades the air from
all possible directions! The
locker room double doors dramatically swing open to reveal The Geezer stood with
a huge grin on his face. GR:
Now approaching the ring, weighing in tonight at 275lbs, from London, England
int he United Kingdom, this is THE GEEZER!!! Geezer
reaches the ring and easily jumps to the top of the apron. He vaults the ropes
and stands opposite Ryan Rogers, a sly grin on his face. EF:
Geezer…THG…who can really say who is most deserving of this win? Both are
violent, cunning and lethal. HS: Geezer and THG…an almost eternal feud harkening back to the days of their illustrious former federation, HEAW. DING!
DING! DING! EF:
Geezer…THG…looking at one another… Geezer catches THG off-guard with a
high kick to the face and THG is reeling! Geezer
moves in close and follows it up with knee to the sternum, going for an ax kick
but THG is far from over! He lands a big right hand on Geezer's face, mid-move
and knocks his opponent to floor! HS:
"The Hired Gun", halts to shake off those hits. He looks down at
Geezer and puts the boot in before he can get back up. EF:
Geezer, rolling out of the ring…but Roger's catches a leg! WHAT ENORMOUS
STRENGTH!! HE LITERALLY DRAGS GEEZER BACK FROM THE ROPES!! HS:
A shame Geezer could not escape. Rogers is on Geezer …A Reverse Figure Four
Leg Lock and Geezer is yelling in pain! Rogers applies the pressure…that
fiend! EF:
Geezer reaches…HE HAS THE ROPE! HE HAS THE ROPE!! And Referee Bobby Kramer is
telling Rogers' to release Geezer! And Rogers' is none-too happy about it! THG
releases Geezer and is in the face of Kramer…I have no idea what they are
saying but it’s obvious that THG is giving Kramer a dressing down. HS:
Ah, Bobby Kramer is but the guardian of this sacred match. EF:
Sacred? Right…regardless…there is a heated argument and A ROLL UP FROM
GEEZER - he’s in pain but taking the opportunity Referee
Bobby Kramer starts the count… ONE.......... EF:
Geezer on his knees, a pained expression on his face! He seized the opportunity
but THG is still too fresh! He stands up and heads towards the turnbuckle but
THG IS UP!! HE'S UP AND grabs Geezer from
behind and traps him in a cobra clutch! Geezer’s
face is going red and it’s not from embarrassment! THG is a big man and uses
those powerful arms of his to great effect. A submission specialist, the cobra
clutch is just one of his many moves. HS:
Trapped in the embrace of "The Hired Gun", Geezer seeks refuge in the
arms of Lady Liberty. EF:
THG puts his knee in Geezer’s back, bending the former HEAW Hardcore champion
into it…now that shows a lot about THG. Geezer’s arms flailing wildly now… …WAIT!
HE SEIZES THG FROM OVER HIS HEAD AND SUPLEX!! HE SLAMS THG DOWN ON THE MAT!!
Geezer’s loose and very slowly crawling away from THG. HS:
"The Hired Gun" sits up looking a little groggy. He looks around spies
Geezer on his hands and knees. He grabs for a leg but Geezer kicks THG full on
in the face! EF:
Geezer is out of the ring and THG is holding his head. It’s a well-documented
fact that Geezer is no slouch in the martial arts department and THG is all the
evidence we need! Geezer,
having recovered from Ryan Rogers’ cobra clutch, sneaks his way round the
outside of the ring. HS:
The two CCW samurai fight with all their souls, such suffering, such
determination. Be sure not to expend all your soul in this… EF:
THG getting to his feet, looking for Geezer. Geezer climbs the opposite
turnbuckle from outside the ring…he’s on the top! THG turns round, still
looking for his opponent and Geezer leaps…MISSILE DROPKICK!! HE SMACKS A
MISSILE DROPKICK ON THG and he’s hurt!
"The
Hired Gun" takes that big impact from Geezer and does not look well! HS:
Geezer attempts to end this… Referee
Bobby Kramer starts the count… ONE.......... EF:
Geezer is not happy about that…he thought he had it… Geezer gets to his feet
and picks up THG. Geezer moves in for a grab on THG--COUNTERED!! Rogers’
blocks the grab and follows it up a kick to the sternum…a grab…Irish Whip
and Geezer is sailing across the ring. HS:
Geezer is off across the ring, rebound off the ropes and THG catches him in a
Running Neckbreaker Drop. Geezer is DOWN. Rogers’, pressing the advantage,
trying to lock in the Sharpshooter Mark II, his trademark submission move. EF:
Geezer is having none of it though, Rogers tries for his legs but all he gets is
a kick to the chest for his troubles. He’s knocked back, flat on his
posterior. Kip-up
from Geezer and it’s his turn to press the advantage. A rain of kicks from
Geezer puts Rogers on the defensive, arms raised to defend himself. NOW THAT WAS
UNCALLED FOR! HS:
Rogers’ blocks a kick from Geezer and counters with a big right punch straight
to Geezer’s groin. EF:
Geezer drops, clutching his groin and Ryan Rogers moves in for the cover. Referee
Bobby Kramer starts the count… ONE.......... EF:
Geezer just got his shoulder up there! It
was almost over! THG is up on his feet but Geezer is out of the ring! Bobby
Kramer begins to count! ONE! EF:
THG shakes his head and goes after him…out of the ring he slides and he grabs
a hand on Geezer’s shoulder, spins him round and plants a punch directly in
Geezer’s face. Geezer’s reeling…he staggers back, Rogers’ right behind
him. TWO! THREE! He
spins Geezer round and punches him in the face again…punishing! Geezer is
knocked back…THG charges, CLOTHESLINE! And Geezer is over the barrier in to
the crowd. FOUR! The
area around Geezer clears, partly due to the event staff, and Rogers’ vaults
the barrier. He picks up the prone form of the Geezer and gives him another big
right hand. Reeling from the blow, Geezer goes staggering further in to the
crowd.
FIVE! EF:
Another punch and Geezer is receiving a beating! HS:
But, typically, the crowd are loving it! SIX! The
two wrestlers carve a path through the crowd, getting pats and taps from all
around them. Eventually, they make a path back to the barrier and Ryan Rogers
whips Geezer over the barrier, following right behind him. SEVEN! EF:
THG picks up the beaten form of Geezer, moves behind him and sets him up for a
German Suplex…but Geezer counters! He hooks a leg just as THG is about to take
him over…THG tries again…Counter! Another attempt but Geezer breaks free and
spins behind Rogers… EIGHT! He
grabs him…Dragon Suplex! Dragon Suplex
on the floor outside the ring! THAT MUST HAVE NEARLY BROKEN THG'S BACK!! NINE! With
Ryan Rogers down, Geezer picks up his battered form and Irish Whips him in to
the ring. EF:
Both men back in the ring now. Geezer picks up THG and another Irish Whip sends
the former SAS man sailing…rebounds off the ropes…Geezer charges THG but
Rogers is no slouch, he dives to the floor and Geezer is over him. Rebound off
the ropes for Geezer and Rogers is back up…shoulder barge and Geezer is down. Rogers
runs, rebounds off the ropes, Geezer is back up only to be floored again by
another shoulder barge. He runs across the ring… …kip-up
from Geezer and Rogers rebounds off the rope… runS
straight in to a Reverse Spin Kick from Geezer! HS:
THG becomes like the corpse he is and drops to the floor. Geezer tries once more
to end this match here and now… Referee
Bobby Kramer starts the count… ONE.......... EF:
Both men picking themselves up now…Rogers, using the ropes, is up first…he
tries to grab Geezer but he counters with a punch to the sternum… THG
is hurt but he’s not giving up: both men have taken an incredible amount of
punishment. HS:
Geezer goes for a kick to THG’s face but the former SAS soldier blocks and
counters with a kidney punch. EF:
Geezer, blocks low and tries a knife-hand to THG’s throat but the submission
specialist is adept at close-in fighting and steps back out of the way. Not to
be perturbed, Geezer continues with a roundhouse kick, which Rogers just manages
to duck. HS:
The final fire burns within THG as he tries an springing uppercut but Geezer
steps back in to what appears to be Thai Kick Boxing block. During THG’s
spring, Geezer leaps forward from his guard and plants a knee firmly in his
opponent’s stomach. THG folds over and Geezer follows it up with a big ax
kick: Rogers is flat on his face! EF:
Geezer is looking beaten and shaken…he staggers over Rogers…Pin with bridge
from Geezer! Referee
Bobby Kramer starts the count… ONE.......... DING!
DING! DING! EF:
I don’t believe it! An awesome ending to an incredible match! GR: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall, THE GEEZER!! The ring slowly clears of combatants and not before long, Gwendolyn Reign is back in position. GR:
The following contest is a FIRST ROUND CCW POINT BLANK CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT
MATCH is scheduled for one fall! Your MAIN EVENT for the evening! And
with that, "Hold Me Down" by Tommy Lee starts to play. Moments later,
Rob "Shady" Hardy bursts out of the locker room and sprints down the
ramp towards the CCW ring, his gold belt around his waist. GR:
Weighting in tonight at 230lbs and hailing from Oakland, California, in the
United States of America, ROB "SHADY" HARDY!!! HS:
The "Shady" one. Shady because he lies in the umbra of other stars.
There is no confusion that "Shady" is becoming increasingly
frustrated: the reasoning is very obvious. Break out of the mold, become your
own person! Wear that belt with pride! The
short figure of Rob Hardy bodily leaps on to the apron and then athletically
vaults the ropes where, in the centre of the ring, he raises his arms again. Referee
Ewan Conway pats down Hardy, checking him for foreign objects, and he takes
"Shady" Hardy's newly retrieved Cruiserweight belt and hands it to
part of the ring crew. His
music cuts out and he turns round to view the ramp. The
whispered words "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me" echo
over the PA as the thumping bass beat of "Lovedump" by Static-X blares
over the speakers. A
few lights illuminating the curtained entrance pulse in time to the beat of the
bass-line, and as the song picks up the tempo, the audience begins to clap along
with beats. GR:
Weighting in tonight at 217lbs and hailing from Monterray, Canada this is
"The Professional Judas" RYAN VALENTINE!! EF:
Yet again we see Valentine worming his way in to the main event of CCW. HS:
Ah, worms. Much is to be said of the worm, especially the worm which has the
friendship of other worms. Powerful worms. Worms with reach. Worms with
influence. And yet, a worm with influence is still a worm. EF:
Um… As
the guitar hits, the double doors are roughly opened as "The Professional
Judas" steps out on to the ramp. The song continues to build momentum as
Ryan stands looking out over the crowd with contempt, beginning to walk slowly
towards the ring as the vocal track begins. With
perfect timing, Ryan reaches the ring just as the vocals build towards the
chorus and Ryan athletically flips over the top rope. He lands on his feet and
poses for the crowd as the chorus sings "I always loved you/love dump
me/your sh*ts like chocolate cake and/your ass smells like a rose". EF:
Despite being open only a short time, CCW has already witnessed the beginnings
of some long standing feuds. HS:
New blood brings new enmity. This is why we should be embracing these new
people; they bring new life to an aged organisation. EF:
So you think that Jack Del Rio, the most vocal of those who openly despise the
newcomers, is wrong to take his stance? HS:
That is a dual edged question, Edward, and I do not appreciate you setting me up
in this manner. But I will give you an answer: in the land of the worms, the man
with hands holds dominion. In the man with hands, the worm makes life very
uncomfortable until the man tears himself apart trying to stop the nuisance. EF:
Right… Ryan
then gestures out, indicating the whole crowd as he mouths along with the words
"I really hate you/love dump me/now my bowels ache and.../" and the
echoed voice once more whispers "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to
me" as the music cuts off suddenly and the lights go back up. Referee
Ewan Conway climbs in to the ring as Gwendolyn Reign exits. EF:
And there we have it, our two newcomers, Rob Hardy and Ryan Valentine. I don’t
newcomers is a fair term. These two have proven themselves to be more than able
wrestlers. And Valentine isn't really a newcomer at all. HS:
The "Golden Boy" left the federation when the situation became most
difficult. He is a newcomer… The
two of them meet at the centre of the ring, glaring at one another. The
referee motions for the bell. DING!
DING! DING! EF:
They lock up! Both wrestlers wasting no time… HS:
They have the very fire of hatred within them…it seems that Lewis has a firm
grip on "Shady". EF:
So you believe that Lewis is manipulating Hardy then? HS:
I said "grip", not control. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. EF:
Test of strength between Hardy and Valentine and you can see that there is no
love lost between these two. Hardy appears to have advantage…there he goes, two
elbows to Valentine's midsection! Valentine is stunned! Hardy gives him
kick to the stomach and follows it up with a spinning backdrop… HS:
…overestimating how hurt Ryan was, he spins over behind him…and Valentine
catches him with a big elbow in his face! And blood begins to well up,
water-falling from Hardy's nose in response… EF:
Hardy’s holds his face, trying to stop the blood from flowing…Valentine
grabs hold of him. SUPLEX! HE HITS HARDY WITH A POWERFUL SUPLEX…he quickly
follows it up with an elbow drop. Hardy is DOWN! He looks hurt and this match
has only just started! HS:
I do not know what game Hardy was playing but it wasn't the right one. EF:
Valentine quickly presses the advantage and quickly wraps up Hardy in a Figure
Four Leglock. And the pain Hardy must be feeling is etched on his face! You can
hear him cry out all the way in the locker-room! HS:
Hardy tries to cross the border from the U.S. to Mexico and thus to freedom!
Look at him scrabble on the mat, trying to find purchase…Ryan viciously fights
against that but "Shady", finding the strength in desperation, drags
them closer to the ropes…and there he is! Across the border! His hand on the
bottom rope and the referee is forcing Ryan to break the hold. EF:
Valentine doesn’t know when to quit! He’s still got the hold locked in and
Conway is not happy about it. He gives him a count! … Valentine releases the
hold right at the last second! HS:
Ryan doesn’t look none too happy about it either, he’s let go of
"Shady" and is standing up! His are blades and aimed directly at the
referee. EF:
Hardy rolls out of the ring, I don’t think he too impressed with himself. HS:
It is still early yet, Edward! Referee Conway and Ryan exchanging heated
words… EF:
What is going on!? There’s Hardy climbing in to the ring and SPEAR! HE CAUGHT
VALENTINE OFF-GUARD TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A SPEAR FROM THE SIDE!! Both men are
down. HS:
A sudden kip-up by Hardy puts him back on his feet. Not one to be outdone, he
kicks Ryan repeatedly in the mid-section, one, two…three…You fiend, Hardy! EF:
Valentine does not look too well after that and he rolls out of the ring and
this time the ref isn’t distracted. The
Referee begins to count it… ONE! EF:
Hardy takes a moment to catch his breath, leaning against a post, elbow
supporting him. Seems both men have used a lot of energy very early on, putting
a drain on the phenomenal reserves they have showed in previous matches. HS:
Of course, this does mean that instead of pressing the advantage, Hardy is
having to rest up a moment. EF:
But Valentine is not fairing any better, he’s beaten and bruised…both men
have really laid in to one another. HS:
"This is CCW Slaughterhouse"… EF:
Valentine climbing back in to the ring again and Hardy is on the move. Spotting
Valentine climbing in to the ring, Rob Hardy charges at him and performs a
wide-arcing Yakuza kick. "The Professional Judas" barely has time to
jump backwards narrowly avoiding the attack. Rob
Hardy goes down on one knee and attempts to sweep the legs from out underneath
his opponent. "The Viper" leaps the attack and upon landing, counters
with a crescent kick aimed throat-level at Hardy. Rob Hardy bends like a reed in
the wind and the kick sails right over him, limbo-like. Performing
a backwards roll, Rob Hardy stands to his feet in one fluid motion, just in time
to cartwheel out of the way of Valentine’s high kick. At the apex of his
cartwheel, Hardy thrusts out a leg to kick out at his opponent’s sternum.
Valentine grabs hold of the leg and performs a devastating Dragon Screw.
However, Hardy, using his momentum from his cartwheel, quickly counters the
‘screw with a rolling Enziguri. Valentine, quickly releases his hold and jumps
back, avoiding the fast moving kick. Hardy
goes down as a result of his but rolls with the impact, picking himself up. He
quickly whirls to face Valentine, taking a defensive posture opposite his
opponent. "The Professional Judas" similarly squares off against Rob
Hardy and the two of them freeze there, caught in the moment. Amazed
in to action, the crowd explodes in a raucous round of applause! EF:
Did you see that!? I am STUNNED! NEVER HAVE I SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT! AN
IMPRESSIVE TIRADE OF MOVES THERE, CERTAIN TO SECURE THEIR POSITIONS AS GREAT
ENTERTAINERS! HS:
Indeed, it is very 'impressive'. EF:
The crowd loves it and certainly seems that the two wrestlers have a new
appreciation of one another. There goes Rob offering his hand to
Valentine…Valentine takes it… …And
he yanks! But it seems that Rob had exactly the same idea, as he plants a knee
firmly into Valentine’s sternum. HS:
Ryan is out-Judassed… EF:
Hardy rolls over the back of Valentine using a move I’ve only seen in Jackie
Chan movies and he dropkicks Valentine in the posterior! Valentine is thrust
forward and in to the ropes… HS:
Where he’s on the rebound! He charges across the ring, stepping over Hardy as
he ducks to the floor. Over he goes and another rebound off the ropes… EF:
Hardy is up and waiting for the Valentine. SUPERKICK! "Shady" goes for
a superkick. BUT VALENTINE IS THAT LITTLE BIT FASTER! RUNNING DDT! VALENTINE HIT
HARDY WITH A RUNNING DDT AND "SHADY" HARDY IS DOWN!! HS:
Valentine clambers to his feet and heads to the turnbuckle. Perhaps going for
one of those trademark high-flying moves he is so fond of. EF:
Valentine is up, he looks out over the arena and makes a spiralling motion with
his hands…he's going for it! At the top of the post, Valentine grins and without a second thought, he’s spiralling through the air, dropping down upon the prone Rob Hardy. There is a stunned silence as the arena bears witness to the spectacular looking Shooting Star Press. Through the air Valentine goes and IMPACT! He lands heavily on Hardy… EF:
SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM VALENTINE IMPACTS HEAVILY ON THE DOWNED HARDY! WORDS
CANNOT EXPRESS HOW INJURED HARDY MUST BE AFTER THAT SPECTACULAR MOVE!! THERE
MUST HAVE BEEN HUNDREDS OF TONS OF FORCE BEHIND THAT ATTACK! HS:
Yes, perhaps even thousands, Edward… EF:
Valentine is rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach. Hardy is in spasm
after that impact. The force of that impact must have done damage to Valentine
also…and no-one could expect otherwise! HS:
But where does the one-upmanship of violence end? To the 'technical wrestlers
nuclear bomb'? EF:
Hardy rolls out of the ring…hits the floor where he lies barely moving. Referee
Ewan Conway looks down and begins to count…
ONE! Rob Hardy slowly picks himself up off the floor. He shakes his head, one arm clutching at his stomach. He looks around, his eyes a little unfocussed and stumbles forwards. TWO! Meanwhile, back in the ring, Valentine gets to his feet and looks around the arena, a slightly pained expression on his face. THREE! A few steps and he heads towards the commentators table. Eventually, he reaches the ring crew and pulls one of them off a chair. Folding it, he heads determinedly back to the ring. FOUR! There is a sudden hush as Valentine runs towards the ropes, he jumps and springboards off the top rope. He sails through the air and smashes the chair his opponent is carrying straight in to Hardy's face with a Missile Dropkick. EF:
I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE!! VALENTINE
SMITES HARDY WITH HIS OWN CHAIR!! A SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK TAKES DOWN
HARDY IN THE WORST WAY!! THE IMPACT FROM THAT IMPROMPTU CHAIRSHOT …
UNBELIEVABLE!!
FIVE! HS:
Indeed. And we come to expect nothing less of the "Golden Boy". EF:
Valentine picks up Hardy and rolls him in to the ring. He goes for the cover! Referee
Ewan Conway slides across the ring and begins to count it… ONE.......... EF:
I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HARDY STILL HAS SOME FIGHT IN HIM LEFT, NO MATTER HOW LITTLE
IT IS! HS:
I do believe that the world according to Creed managed to underestimate young
"Shady". He possesses a lot more ability than people would give
credit. EF:
Valentine gets to his feet and picks up Hardy. He looks at Hardy and shakes his
head. He jerks him forwards…JUDAS KISS! HE HITS HIM WITH HIS TRADEMARK
FINISHER! THE JUDAS KISS AND HARDY'S FACE IS ROYALLY FACE JAMMED IN TO THE MAT!!
He hooks the leg… Referee
Ewan Conway slides across the ring and begins to count it… ONE.......... DING!
DING! DING! GR:
Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall, "The Professional
Judas", RYAN VALENTINE!! With Hardy all but unconscious on the mat, Valentine wearily gets to his feet, his music playing in the background, a slight smile on his face. Referee Conway raises Valentine's arm in victory but only for a moment. Ryan Valentine breaks the referee's grip and heads out of the ring. EF:
Are we going to see another show of torture from Valentine? HS:
No, that is not his style. The "Golden Boy" only does things to prove
a point…almost poetic is his way. Watch… Outside of the ring, he heads over to the ring crew and walks amongst them, obviously looking for something. As he stands there, he spies what he wants and bends down. When stands back up, he has Rob "Shady" Hardy's very own CCW Cruiserweight Title Belt. Valentine smiles and heads back in to the ring. He looks down at the barely moving Hardy and then at the belt. He shines up the belt with his arm, breathing on it to make it shiny. He then looks at the belt once more and, just as the music shouts "I really hate you", he drops the belt and begins to repeatedly smash it with the heel of his boot. The camera zooms in on the battered Rob Hardy and then switches to another camera. The last thing we see is the gold belt smashed to little pieces by the side of it's former owner… FADE OUT |
