MALICE
From out of your television speakers "Smasher-Devourer" by Fear
Factory explodes, as through a mass of blood and fire, WoW
Malice roars to life on your screen highlighting the chaos and the
carnage of Ruffhouse just one week ago. We see different action
shots of different WoW stars in action against each other in a ring
of twisted metal and flaming ropes. The spinning earth smashes
through the image to the sound of glass shattering as we cut to
ringside with Hank and Michael D.
Hank: "Welcome everybody to another hellacious night of WoW
MALICE! Brought to you tonight by the letters: c--for carnage, b--
for blood, and the letter d--for DESTRUCTION!!!"
Michael D: "Uhm...what the hell are you talking about Hank? WoW
Malice is brought to our faithful viewers by the new WoW Divas
Gone Wild Video: get one today! I got it on DVD,
wooohoooo!!!"
Suddenly, the WoW-Tron hits into static, and the music abruptly
stops. The lighting fixtures flicker, and a distorted image shows up
on the monitor. The screen goes blank and all we can hear are the
sounds of the crowd's excitement to be on live television, waving
their signs and trying to give a shout out to everyone they know.
Hank: "...Well folks, it looks like something's up..."
Michael D: "What gives Hank? What's goin on?"
Hank: "I have no idea mike--wait, I think we have a camera
backstage. There's something going on in Prez James's VIP
room!"
Michael D: "That can't be a good thing Hank."
The scene cuts to Prez James's VIP room as the owner of WoW
paces frantically back and forth across the room, listening to
someone on his cell phone. An exasperated and angry look plays
across his face as we try to listen in on the conversation.
Prez James: "What do you mean the fireworks never came in from
China!? ..Shipping backed up!?...Yes...Yes...I don't want to hear
it!...That's no excuse!...Hang on, I've got another call...Hello?...No,
I'm not aware of any "situation"...WHAT!?! The WoW Tron is
experiencing technical difficulties!?!? I'LL SHOW YOU
TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!!!...Yes...No....NO! I DON'T care
what the problem is, that's what Im paying YOU for in the first
place!!!...No...No...NO! Are you listening to me!? I don't care! FIX
IT...or I'll fire your ass and hire someone who can get the job done
right! You have 2 hours!..."
Prez James reaches up to click back to his previous phone
conversation, but instead hangs up. He dials quickly another
number, waiting impatiently...finally he gets a response, as he
clenches his fist up trying to hold back his anger and frustration.
"...Yes...Hello Kathy....I need you in my room, NOW. I've got
another pounding headache!...Good...I'll see you soon..."
*click*
The scene cuts back to ringside with Hank and Michael D, who
both look on with some confusion. Michael D, just as he's about to
open his mouth, is interrupted by Hank.
Hank: "No Mike, I don't really know what all that was about, but I
think from the sounds of it, we've run into some problems."
Michael D: "No kidding...no fireworks...no music...the WoW tron is
out of commission....man, we're off to a bad start tonight Hank!"
Hank: "Maybe so Mike, but the show must go on! We've still got a
great lineup tonight for our fans in attendance and our viewers
worldwide. Rammer takes on Max Voltage, and promises to reveal
his face for the first time on WoW Tv! Rose takes on PKA in
WoW's first ever Cemetary match, along with a special enforcer--"
Michael D: "--Did you get to see that letter he wrote to PKA and
Rose? I don't think I've ever read anything so disturbing! Whoever
the special enforcer is Hank, he's got issues.."
Hank: "No kidding Mike. But that's not all we've got in store for
tonight, folks, we also have Former WoW World Champion, and 2
time WoW Tag Team Champion, "Slippery" Dick Gazinya, taking
on "The Extreme Legend" Brian Graves, in a brutality rules match!
Those two have been back and forth all week, it should be one for
the recordbooks. And for our Main Event, WoW's first ever
Towering Inferno matchup, where reigning WoW Undisputed
Champion, Triple X, takes on his own brother, Adam Lax! And if
that wasn't big enough of an announcement, the Elite have
promised a new member added to their ranks before the night's
up!"
Michael D: "I heard about that Hank, who do you think it is?"
Hank: "I have no idea Mike, but I'm sure before the nights up that
we'll find out. In the meantime, WoW's own Ralph Lilliard is
standing at ringside awaiting the arrival of Rammer."
Rammer walks out from backstage, looking around confused as
his music doesnt hit. He shakes his head a moment, and continues
on down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans. Ralph wastes no
time, the diligent interviewer that he is, and approaches Rammer
with a mic in hand.
Lillard: "We are here with Rammer, "The
Ace of Spades", and, like you promised, your demasking is about
to happen...right? Rammer, are you ready?"
Rammer: "Yeah, of course I'm ready!"
Rammer brings his hands up to his mask and unties the strings
holding it on. With his hands he pulls it off from the back and light
brown spiked hair pops up from underneath the mask. As he pulls
further hisface is exposed
as well as his long goatee. He looks into the camera with a sly
grin and climbs into the ring for his match against Max Voltage.
Michael D: "Why did he hide under his maks to begin with Hank?"
Hank: "I think it was because he didn't want to be bothered by his
fans out on the street, Mike."
Michael D: "Oh. I know how that
goes Hank! I'm constantly being stalked by beautiful women! I
have to carry a big stick with me to keep them away!"
Hank: "....Uh huh...suureee Mike. If you say so."
Michael D: "It's true! Really!"
Max Voltage makes his way out from backstage, looking out at the
cpacity crowd. He waits...and waits...and waits. He scratches his
head, wondering why the british national anthem isn't playing. He
shakes his head, rolls his eyes in an irritated fashion, and walks
down the ramp to the ring. Before he has a chance to even get to
ringside, Rammer rushes, leaping off the top rope with a twisting
body press. He connects right on with Max, plowing him over. The
referee slips out from the ring, trying to break the two up as the
brawl back and forth outside the ring. He finally succeeds in getting
the tow into the ring, and he calls for the bell.
Hank: "It looks like Rammer didn't feel like waiting for Voltage. This
match is officially underway!"
Michael D: "Can't blame him Hank. Voltage looked like he was sure
taking his time to get in the ring. He doesn't look to be really
prepared for this match tonight."
Voltage attempts a sloppy clothesline, but Rammer ducks under,
slipping around him. He flings Voltage across the ring with a
reverse belly to back suplex. Voltage crumples up from the impact,
rolling around the ring in pain. Rammer back up quickly, and drags
Voltage to his feet. He whips Max to the ropes, dashes up onto the
top turnbuckle, and connects with a diving missile dropkick! The
fans are eating the action up.
Voltage pulls himself back to his feet with the ropes, and sneezes
violently. Rammer slams right into him a moment later with a spear,
and the two tumble out of the ring. Voltage first to his feet, picks
up Rammer for a pile driver, but sneezes again, losing his
concentration, and Rammer back body drops Voltage, who's jaw
connects painfully with the edge of the ring. His hand instinctively
reaches up holding it as he winces from the pain. Rammer refuses
to give him even a moment's respite, and rolls Voltage into the ring.
Rammer dives in, only to be met with stomping kicks from Voltage,
trying to mount up an offense. Rammer almost to his feet, only to
be sent back down by a straight right to his jaw. Voltage sneezes
again, shaking his head back and forth to clear his vision. He brings
rammer up to his feet, nailing a knife-edge chop to his chest,
sending him against the ropes. Rammer boucnes off, nailing a
flying forearm, sending Max stumbling backwards. Rammer quickly
to his feet, tackles Voltage's legs out from him, sending him to the
mat. Rammer nails a quick few boots to the downed Voltage,
before he locks on a sharpshooter.
Hank: "Voltage just can't seem to mount much of an offense
tonight Mike...that's bad news for him, Rammer's not going to take
it easy on him."
Michael D: "I don't think Max should've come into work tonight
Hank, he doesn't look like he's anywhere near in the condition to
face a cunning up and comping WoW star like rammer. He
should've called in sick tonight."
Hank: "Maybe Mike, but that just shows Voltage's loyalty to these
fans, coming out to face an opponent, even when he's nowhere
near in any condition to wrestle."
The referee leans down, as Rammer locks on the hold. He asks
Max if he wants to submit, but Voltage just shakes his head,
refusing to tap just yet. He tries to claw towards the ropes, but
Rammer only drags him back to the center of the ring. He locks on
an armbar submission, then quickly sends Max down with a drop
toe hold, locking on an ankle lock submission. Max screams in pain
from the hold, as the referee checks to see if he wants to tap.
Voltage fights back the pain, shaaking his head, and Rammer can't
believe it.
He twists Voltage's angle further, applying more pressure to the
hold as Max screams and claws the mat, trying to find a way out of
the hold. He beats his hands against the mat and kicks his free leg
around, to no avail. Rammer simply keeps on twisting his ankle
ever further around, and the pressure is only geting worse. The
referee asks again, but Voltage shakes his head. He pounds his
fists over and over. Finally, rammer simply releases the hold,
frustrated. He drags Voltage to his feet, only sweeps his legs out
from under him, sending him right back to the mat. He locks on a
figure four leglock, and Max screams out in pain again. He at last
can't take the pain anymore, and taps out. The referee calls for the
bell and awards the win to Rammer as we cut to a commercial
break.
Hank: "Give Max Voltage all the credit in the world Mike, he showed
up sick, and gave it his best. But rammer was just too much for
him."
Michael D: "I still say he should've just stayed at home Hank. He
didn't stand a chance against rammer in that kind of condition.
Chalk up another victory for Rammer. He's on his way to great
things Hank."
Hank: "No doubt about that Mike--hey, what the?"
Michael D: "It's the Elite! Maybe rammer's their newest
member!?"
Triple X, followed closely behind by Cheapshots, who's carrying a
box. Rammer looks to them with some suspicion as the Elite
makes their way into the ring. X takes in the cheers of the crowd as
Cheapshots digs into the box, tossing an Elite T-shirt to X. The
Cornerstone raies it up high, letting the entire crowd see it, before
he looks to Rammer.
X: "Congrats kid, you're--"
Rammer is speechless as Triple X tosses him the elite t-shirt. The
fans are going crazy over this announcement. Cheapshots goes to
pat him on the back, but insteadn spins him around and nails a
Pure Sweetness, sending Rammer to the mat as the crwod boos.
X grins as he raises the mic back up.
X: "--nothing but a chump! Show 'em Sweet Dirty C!"
Cheapshots picks up the shirt, tearing off the Elite sticker,
revealing the word "Chump" dyed onto the t-shirt. He holds it infront
of Rammer, who stares up still dazed from the attack. The fans
boo as X and Cheapshots make their way out of the ring laughing.
Michael D: "So...Rammer..isn't...the newest member of the Elite...
Hank!?"
Hank: "You must've been dropped on your head alot as a kid Mike.
Of course he's not the newest member, I think what just happened
proves that without a doubt! Wait--Im getting word...yes. PKA has
just arrived at the cemetary, we take you now live via satellite to our
specially designed graveyard where Rose and PKA are ready to
do battle."
Micheal D.- "The special enforcer hasn't yet
arrived, Hank, who do you think it is?"
Hank: "I've no clue Mike, it could be anyone."
We cut to a scene in a graveyard as the lights in
the arena dim. PKA stands over the first open grave that is filled
with toys. The other open grave hasn't been found yet, but its
nowhere near the weapons grave. There are all kinds of
headstones, and in the shadows looms some large.. thing. The
graveyard is surrounded by a large stone wall.
PKA reaches down into the pit and pulls out a large snow shovel.
Rose, who he hasnt' spotted yet, has already been to the grave
and she comes running out of the darkness behind PKA. She has
a dead chainsaw in her hand and bunts the motor edge across his
head, knocking him headfirst into the grave. PKA yells out in
surprise and pain as he hits the pile of rough objects. Rose stands
atop the gravestone above the hole and does a 450 splash into the
pit, landing on PKA. The camera's light illuminates the deep pit as
we see Rose and PKA going at it atop a massive pile of gardening
and lawn tools. PKA picks up a daisy grubber and rakes it across
Rose's forehead, breaking the skin and letting blood flow into her
eyes. She attack undaunted and graps PKA, whipping him into the
corner of the pit. She follows up with an avalanche, and then
climbs out of the grave. PKA comes out the other side with a
knuckle cutter and rushes at Rose. He catches her in the jaw as he
swings the steel knuckle cutter, and Rose falls to the musty earth.
She reaches into the grave for some kind of weapon, and comes
up with a watering wand.
Micheal D.- "What's with the garden
tools?"
Rose stands back up only to be speared by
PKA. She drops the watering wand, and PKA whips her about the
face with it. Rose reaches out and pulls his legs from under him,
and PKA lands on his back. Rose picks him back up and executes
a powerful gourdbuster!
Hank- "Rose is stronger than she looks."
Micheal D.- "She could probably kick my
ass... I'd let her."
Rose reaches into the grave and pulls out a
wheelbarrow. Her face lights up, and she picks PKA up by the
head and smashes his face against the wheelbarrow with a
guillotine ace crusher. Rose picks PKA up again and dumps him
into the wheel barrow. She reaches back into the grave and pulls
out a long handled bulb planter and a pitch fork, both of which she
arranges across the handles of the wheel barrow, just in case. She
takes up the handles and rushes through the graveyard with PKA,
searching left and right among the headstones for the other open
grave.
Micheal D.- "If she gets lucky, maybe
she'll stumble across it and PKA will fall into it."
PKA drops a leg out of the wheelbarrow,
causing it to stop suddenly and flip. Rose is caught under the arms
by the handles and the tools come up and smack her right in the
face. She crumples from the multiple "accidental" blows, and PKA
rolls to his feet. He picks up the bulb planter and brings it down
across Rose's back with authority. PKA turns to the overturned
wheelbarrow and does a quebrada onto Rose. Now it's Rose's turn
in the wheel barrow. PKA discards the tools, and instead of looking
for the open grave, returns to the pit of weapons.
Hank- "PKA is more interested in punishing
Rose for the loss last week."
PKA dashes the wheelbarrow against a
tombstone, slamming Rose's small but able body against the flat
cold stone. Rose grabs her underarms where the handles caught
her earlier. PKA notices and goes for the best possible move, a
full nelson slam. Rose cries out in anger and pain while PKA goes
back to the grave. He pulls out a poacher's spade. Rose has
crawled over to the grave herself, and gets a precision weeder.
PKA comes down hard on Rose, but she blocks with the weeder.
She uses a stone cross to lift herself to her feet, and they
corkscrew around each other with the weapons in hand.
Micheal D.- "This looks like a scene from
First Knight!"
Hank- "Big Richard Gere fan huh Mike?"
Micheal D.- "Yeah... wait no..."
The two opponents attack and a sort of
swordplay ensues. Sparks fly as PKA chops from the right. Rose
blocks and pushes PKA back with the rebound force of the blow.
She spins with the weeder at arms length, but PKA ducks and kicks
at her injured armpit. Rose favors the arm for a moment, drooping
the weapon momentarily. PKA tries to follow up with a quick jab,
but Rose drops to her back and kicks the spade from his hands.
PKA throws his hands up, but Rose wastes no time. She swings
the weeder and cuts him across the chest. PKA is enraged now.
He grabs the handle of the next attack and wrenches the weeder
away from Rose. She pitches foward, getting caught in a single
arm DDT. PKA returns to the weapons and digs around for
something satisfactory. His facial expression goes strange as he
pulls out a set of keys.
Micheal D.- "Are those yourn, Hank?"
Hank- "I'm afraid to wonder, Mike. James is
known for his surprises in gimmick matches."
PKA scans the graveyard looking for the vehicle
to which the keys belong. Out of nowhere, Rose comes flying with
a massive bulldog, knocking PKA into the pit. The keys clatter
against the back of a rake, and Rose scoops them up. She rushes
out of the grave and off toward the eastern end of the cemetary.
Hank- "Rose knows!"
Micheal D.- "That was gay, Hank."
PKA climbs out of the pit, rubbing his head with
one hand. He looks up in surprise as a thunder is heard from the
distance. From the shadows rumbles a front end loader with Rose
at the levers!!
PKA's eyes grow wide. He leans over into the pit to grab
something just as Rose lowers the bucket. It drags into the ground
about a foot under PKA, then Rose lifts it up with the dirt, PKA, and
several weapons.
Micheal D.- "What did he grab?"
Rose turns the big machine around and rushes
foward, upending gravestones and dropping things from the bucket
as she lifts it higher and higher. She's flying now, and it would be
dangerous for PKA to attempt an escape. Another rumble is heard
from the road, and Rose glances in that direction. From over the
hill comes a motorcade consisting of a white 2000 Saleen
Mustang, a 2002 black Shelby Mustang, a black Diablo XK7, and
finally, a monstrous dark blue monster truck.
Hank- "Oh my God"
Micheal D.- "The Revelation has
arrived!"
The cars park, and the entire Revelation steps
out. They climb atop the walls to the cemetary and perch there like
schoolyard kids watching a bully pick on some hapless nerd. Rose
smiles and decides to show off her domination. She drives
headlong toward the entrance to the necropolis. She lowers the
bucket quickly as PKA begins to roll out headfirst. Rose slams into
the graveyard gate as the iron bends and smacks PKA back into
the back of the bucket. Rose turns around in the street and lifts the
bucket back up as she re-enters. The Revelation applauds, but
Rose doesn't notice PKA slowly standing up in the bucket. He pulls
up the things he grabbed and launches one of them at the cab of
the machine.
Micheal D.- "Its an open can of gas!"
The can crashes through the windshield,
covering Rose and the inside of the cab with glass and gas. PKA
lifts up the other thing, and fiddles with the side of it. A flame erupts
as it becomes apparant that he's carrying a flame thrower. He aims
it at the cab.
It finally catches along the floor of the cab, and flames rush up the
sides. Rose looks around in panic knowing that she only has one
choice. The entire top of the front end loader is covered in flames
in a matter of seconds. Rose leaps from the cab just as the
earth-mover explodes. She rolls to a stop near the elusive open
grave. The bucket of the machine comes loose and launches itself
and PKA across the graveyard. It lands against a tomb which
shatters under the impact. PKA is trapped under the heavy bucket.
The Revelation jump down from the wall and rush into the
graveyard. Chandra and Deidre rush over to the fallen Rose and
Ichabod, Draven, and Wicked D lift up the bucket. They pull PKA
out and sling him against a crypt. The door to the crypt crumbles
and Wicked D and Draven follow him into the crypt. Inside, the two
double team him, slamming him into walls, window gratings and
caskets. What appears to be a corpes falls out on the floor as dust
rises all around. Draven then does the unthinkable; he reaches
down and rips one of the arms free and begins to beat PKA with it.
With PKA beaten, they drag him back up top.
Micheal D.- "I thought this was only a
mock up graveyard?!"
Deidre and Chandra are helping Rose to her
feet as Ichabod puts an arm under her gently to hold her up.
Wicked D grabs PKA by his hair and makes him look toward Rose.
Ichabod- "So you think I'm predictable,
huh PKA? You saw all this coming right? How about this?"
With that said he turns, and brutally shoves
Rose into the open grave. Then the entire Revelation pounces on
PKA, beating him down to the ground. A third and final rumble is
heard in the distance as they finish him off, and out from the
blackness of the night a battered old black hearse rolls slowly into
the graveyard. Everyone turns to look as it comes to a halt near the
open grave. The door opens.
Hank- "That must be the special enforcer!"
Black boots hit the ground and the camera pans
up slowly. It comes to rest on all too familiar hideous face.
Micheal D.- "It's Necron!!!!!!!"
Necron steps heavily toward the Revelation, who
show no fear, and rush in for the attack, but Necron is in rare form
tonight. He tosses Chandra aside like a rag doll. Deidre rushes in
but meets her fate on the recieving end of a massive clothesline.
Draven attempts a lariat, but is finished off by a devestating
chokeslam. Wicked D cocks Necron right in the face, but the big
man turns, glares back at him and kicks him in the gut. The freak
from Blythe, AZ then plants him with a devestating vertical suplex.
Ichabod, from behind, catches Necron at the right moment and
gets in a groin shot, to which no one is invincible. Necron falters for
a moment, and Ichabod is about to nail a Bitch Thump when PKA
hits him from behind with a shovel! Necron shakes off the low blow,
and whips Ichabod, smashing up him against the hearse. He then
drags the former WoW Undipsuted Champion up onto the roof.
Standing atop the hearse with the moon as his backdrop, Necron
gives Ichabod the last ride, sending him right through the
windshield!!
Necron jumps down from the hearse, leans over the downed
former WoW Undipsuted Champ, and sniffs him. A foul look
stretches across his face and he pulls Ichabod out from the
shattered windhsield wreckage, dragging him out of the way.
Ichabod and the rest of the Revelation make it back to their feet,
discussing a moment what to do as Necron turns, advancing
towards PKA. The former European champ stares the big man
down, and then tries to swing the shovel, but his speed has left
him. Necron grabs the shovel in mid-swing, yanking it out of PKA's
hands. He tosses it out of the way as Ichabod and the rest of the
Revelation stalk back to their cars, having decided they've done
their damage.
Necron turns toward the grave and leans down sniffing it, detecting
Rose's scent. He raises an eyebrow and then turns toward PKA,
who's now backing up. Necron lunges forward in a startling display
of speed, and with unnatural ease grips PKA's throat and lifts him
high up into the air. PKA kicks weakly as he stares into Necron's
glassy white eyes. He returns the stare as PKA seems to melt in
his hands. The night has taken an untellable toll on him. The big
man lowers him into a bear hug, squeezing the remaining
consciousness out of him. Finally, he lets PKA out of the bear hug,
and PKA folds up like a house of cards, falling to the ground.
Necron returns to the drivers seat of the hearse just long enough to
back it up to the grave where Rose lies. He steps back and opens
the back door to the hearse. Picking up the shovel he wrested from
PKA, he begins shoveling dirt out of the back of the hearse into
the grave. After burying Rose under a mass of cold earth, a sick
smile stretches across the big man's twisted face. He reaches
down, picking up the down and nearly out PKA, tossing him over
his shoulder as he walks back to the hearse. He pulls a small pile
of dirt away, revealing and old wooden casket. He pulls open the
lid, and drops PKA into the rotting pine box!
He slams shut the lid, pushing away some more dirt, revealing a
hammer and some old rusty nails. He hammers the nails into the
lid, sealing the casket up. We can hear muffled screaming from
inside, as the casket shakes and rocks back and forth. Necron
slams shut the back door to the old hearse, and walks back to the
dirver's side door. He pulls it open, but stops a moment to look
back towards the camera, his sick smile stretching further across
his face. He steps in, slamming shut the door, and the hearse
roars to life, speeding out of the cemetary. The camera view
changes back to Hank and MIchael D, who are staring at the
monitors with their mouths wide open. Neither can speak for a
moment.
Hank: "...I've got a bad feeling that may have been the last we'll
ever see of PKA, Mike...My God!...Prez James really did make a
deal with the devil last Malice!"
Michael D: "...Damn...did you see it Hank? I mean...he ...he...I'm
speechless!"
The show cuts to a commercial for the new WoW Divas Gone Wild
video, on VHS and DVD.
Hank: "Up next, we have what's sure to be a hell of a triple threat
match as Morbius goes head to head to head with Lillio and
Wicked D!"
The arena lights dim as Bulls on Parade begin to play over the PA,
but the sound stops, then plays from the beginning, then garbles.
The WoW Tron is still not completely working it seems. Justin
Payne emerges from behind the curtain in a wheel chair, being
pushed by a nurse. The crowd begins to cheer as the WoW
Legend is paused atop the stage.
Michael D: "I'd heard rumors about Payne being confined to a
wheelchair after his fall fromt he top of the cage on Ruffhouse.
Sadly it looks like the rumors were true Hank."
Hank: "I still can't believe it Mike, it's Justin Payne we're talking
about, JUSTIN PAYNE! He's done more here than anyone else,
he's been to the top, he's held almost every title...I just can't
believe what I'm seeing!"
Suddenly, Morbius walks out from behind the curtain and grabs the
nurse, tossing her out of the way. Unaware of what is happening
behind him, Justin Payne smiles and listens to the cheers from the
fans. Morbius gets an evil sneer, and grabs the back of the wheel
chair. He flies down the ramp pushing Justin Payne at a dangerous
speed. As he nears the end of the rampway, Morbius lets go and
Justin Payne slams into the side of the ring like a train wreck,
knocking him out of the wheel chair and landing on the floor.
Michael D: "No! No! This is sick!"
Hank: "Somebody get out here! Payne needs help!"
Morbius laughs and points his finger at Justin as he slowly walks
over to him. Payne, who is unable to stand on his own two feet as a
result from falling from the top of the cage at last Ruffhouse can
only watch as Morbius draws closer. Morbius grabs Payne and
stands him up, delivering a devestaing short arm closeline
knocking Payne back down the ground. He begins ruthless
stomping away at him as the referee rushes out , trying to break it
up. Morbius shoves the ref out of the way, and runs over to the
announcer's table. He shoves Michael D out of his chair, picking it
up and glaring over towards Payne.
Morbius runs, baseball sliding right into Payne's ribs. He's quickly
to his feet, and brings the chair down over Payne's injured back. He
raises the chair up, ready to smash him with it again,when from
behind, Lillio grabs ahold ot the chair! He jerks it out of Morbious's
hands, threatening the big man with it as paramedics rush out,
carrying Payne off on a stretcher.
Hank: "A close save by Lillio there. My god, what a sick thing to do!
Payne couldn't even fight back!"
Michael D: "Tell me about it Hank, it wasn't enough powerbombing
him off the top of the cage on Ruffhouse...he had to come out here
and try to finish the job! This can't be good for Payne's injury
Hank!"
Wicked D rushes out from the crowd behind Morbius and nails a
forearm into the back of his head. Morbious stumbles foward.
Hank- It looks like D wants to get things
strarted right away.
Wicked D continues the assualt on Morbius as
Lilio tosses the chair aside and shrugs his shoulders as they both
kick away at the fallen Morbius. As the attack continues, the ref
singnals for the bell to ring and begins the count, trying to get this
thing in order. Lilio notices and rolls into the ring only to come
rolling back out. The count restarted as they continue te assault,
throwing Morbius into the barrier. Lilio looks under the ring and
slides out a table which he sets up. Meanwhile, D pounds away on
Morbius as he slides him up on the table. Wicked D quickly slides
into the ring and runs the ropes. He comes back and leaps over
the top rope onto Morbious who is on the table. Morbious moves
as D goes crashing through the table. Lilio begins to punch away
at Morbius as he attempt to toss him into the ring. Morbius
reverses the attempt and tosses Lilio into the ring. He climbs the
apron and steps over the top rope as Lilio just looks up at
Morbius.
Michael D- It looks like Morbius has had
enough.
Morbius boots Lilio in the gut and tosses him to
the ropes. A huge clothesline but, Lilio ducks only to come back
and get met with a huge boot to the face instead. Morbius picks
him up by the hair and slings him into the turnbuckle. A huge follow
up followed by a sidewalk slam. The cover 1, 2 and a kickout.
Morbius drops the elbos and hooks the leg. 1, 2 no Wicked D in
to make the save. D drops him with a jawbreaker and heads up
top. A spinning wheel kick hits its mark as Lilio drops the knee
across Morbius' face. D and Lilio pick him up and set him up for a
double suplex. Morbius reverses the move and suplexes both
men then falls to the mat.
He stumbles back to his feet only to clothesline Lilio into the
corner. He turns around only to get a drop toe hold by D. D locks
in a camel clutch as Morbius fights it off. He makes his way to his
feet with D on his back as he falls back into the corner. Lilio
charges in but, Morbius is out of the way as Lilio collides with D.
The both fall to the mat as Morbius waits for them to stand back to
their feet. He clotheslines Lilio out of the ring and sends D to the
ropes. A big back body drop followed by a huge clothesline. He
signals for his finisher as he sets him up. Lilio from behind clips
the leg of Morbius. He falls as Lilio heads up top. He comes
leaping off with a crusendo kick to the jaw as he makes the cover.
1, 2... no! D pulls him off. The two begin to argue for a moment as
Morbius gets to his feet. A boot to Lilio's face sends him down
and a knee to the gut sends D stumbling backwards.
Hank- They've gotta be on the same page for
things to go down like that.
Michael D- No doubt about that, that was a
sure win right there but, D didn't want to let Lilio have
it.
Morbius hammers away on D and drops him with
a side suplex. He charges at Lilio sending him out of the ring then
turns around only to get a dropkick to his knee from D. Morbius
falls to one knee as D runs to the ropes and delivers another, this
one sending him down. D goes up top and waits for him to get to
his feet. He leaps off with a sunset flip. 1, 2 no Lilio breaks the
count. Lilio hammers away on Morbius and goes for his own cover.
No count as Morbius slings him off and catches him aroung the
throat. A huge chokeslam over the top rope to the outside as D
rolls him up from behind and drapes his feet on the ropes without
the ref seeing. 1, 2, 3. This one is over!
Just then Ichabod rushes the ring. He goes to work on Morbius as
Lilio climbs back into the ring. By now all three are kicking him
while on the ground. They pick Morbius up for Ichabod as he nails
the Bitch Thump. He reaches into his tights and pulls out a pair of
handcuffs as they handcuff him to the ropes. D goes outside the
ring and retrieves a chair only to smash it into Morbius' skull
repeatedly. They take turns with the chair as officials come out to
break up the massacre.
Hank: "Normally I'd say this was flat out wrong, but it looks like
Morbius is getting a taste of his own medecine!"
Michael D: "Who called the shirts out to break this up Hank? They
should've let Ichabod and the others finish the job!"
Hank: "I'm not sure Mike, but I have to agree with you for once."
Michael D: "Wow! That's a first!"
Hank: "Tonight seems to be a night of firts, Mike, and next, we have
the first match for what could very well be a rising dominant tag
team, Scarstruck takes on B-Pac and WoW newcomer Floyd, in
what's sure to be a tag team war!"
Floyd comes out with a cigarette in his mouth. His music plays a
few seconds, and a few clips play across the WoW tron before the
sound garbles out and screen goes to static again. B-Pac walks
beside him, seeming focused on the match. Floyd slaps a couple
of hands before he approaches the ring. Before they get a chance
to climb in, Spatter, and Jeffrey Nothing charge the ring, and attack
them from behind. Nothing rolls B-Pac into the ring, and follows him
in as the bell sounds.
Michael D: "It looks like Scarstruck couldn't wait any longer, Hank!"
Hank: "Nothing has B-Pac on the mat, viciously assaulting him with
a series of kicks. Oh my god, what's Spatter doing to Floyd!?"
Spatter holds up a dazed Floyd by his hair, and takes a draw from
Floyds cigarette. He holds the cigarette up in the air, and looks
around the arena. Suddenly he jams it into Floyd's eye. Floyd
grabs his face and rolls away from Spatter
Hank: "Spatter is insane! My God Floyd could be blinded forever
from that attack!"
Michael D: "The Surgeon General should put out a new warning
Hank: Don't let Spatter get your cigarette!"
In the ring B-Pac has managed to fight his way back to his feet. He
and Nothing exchange blows, but Jeffrey doesn't seem as
effected as B-Pac. He swings B-Pac into the rope, and takes him
down with a powerful clothes line. He then picks up B-Pac by the
hair, and throws him up over his shoulder with ease. He slams
B-Pac into the mat. The crowd gasps at the sound of the impact.
Hank: "Jeffrey Nothing is throwing B-Pac around like a rag doll. I
don't know how much more the former IC champion can take."
Floyd and Spatter are now at their corners. Floyd pounds his foot
on the ring apron trying to get some momentum up for B-Pac. He
holds his hand over his red eye still feeling the effects of the
cigarette. Nothing makes a tag to Spatter. Spatter slowly enters the
ring, and circles B-Pac who struggles to get to his knees. B-Pac
gets up on one foot, before Spatter kicks him in the face, sending
him back down to the mat. Spatter smiles and watches B-Pac crawl
to Floyd. Just before B-Pac can make the tag, Spatter grabs his
foot, and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Floyd pounds the
turnbuckle in frustration.
Michael D: Oh man, Hank! Spatter's just toying with em!"
Hank: "It's sick! Spatter has the opportunity to end this, but he just
wants to watch them suffer!"
Spatter picks up B-Pac, and whips him into Scartruck's corner.
Nothing grabs B-Pac's arms, holding him up while Spatter slaps
him in the face. Spatter steps back to the center of the ring, and
charges B-Pac. Spatter jumps at B-Pac, but Pac moves just in
time. Spatter knocks Jeffrey off the ring apron onto the concrete
floor. Spatter shakes his head, and turns around, finding a furious
B-Pac. The crowd goes insane as B-Pac pushes Spatter in the
corner and begins beating him with no mercy. B-Pac pulls Spatter
out of the corner and pushes him to the center of the ring. He
climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and leaps off catching a dazed
spatter with a bulldog.
Hank: "B-Pac got his second wind, and the crowd is loving it!"
Michael D: "Uh oh, Hank.. What's Floyd doing under the ring?"
Floyd reaches under the ring skirt, and pulls out a kendo stick. He
makes his way around the ring, and finds Jeffrey Nothing who is
just now getting back to his feet. Floyd walks up behind him, and
taps him on his shoulder. Jeffrey turns around, only to be struck in
the head with Floyd Kendo Stick. Floyd snears down on Nothing.
He then walks over to the crowd, and begins talking to couple of
people.
Michael D: "What's Floyd doing? Doesn't he know he's in a match
right now?"
Hank: "It looks like... He's bumming a cigarette!"
Michael D: "Nothing more soothing than a cigarette after knocking
some one unconcious... Wait, who the hell is that?"
Vampiress, Floyd's valet makes her way down to ring side. She
jumps up on the ring apron, and gets the ref's attention. Meanwhile
Floyd climbs in the ring, holding the kendo stick like a baseball bat.
B-Pac quickly catches on, and swings Spatter to Floyd. Floyd
shatters the stick on Spatter's head. Spatter collapses to the mat.
Floyd takes the cigarette from his mouth, and puts it out on
Spatter's mask. Floyd rolls out of the ring, and makes his way to
Vampiress, and pulls her down as B-Pac covers the unconcious
Spatter.
Hank: "One...two..thr--no!"
Nothing pulls B-Pac off of Spatter at the last second, and drags
him out of the ring. He grips his hand around B-Pac's throat, and
choke slams him into the concrete
Michael D: "Nothing came back just in the nick of time Hank!"
Floyd comes around the corner, but runs right into a choke slam.
Vampiress jumps on Nothing's back beating him over the head. He
grabs her by the hair, and pulls her over his shoulder. He grips his
hand around her neck, her eyes widen in fear.
Hank: "No!"
Nothing chokeslams Vampiress on top of Floyd. He looks down at
the two, and smiles at his handiwork. He climbs in the ring, and
ignores the ref's count. He picks up spatter, and pulls him on top of
B-Pac. The ref has no choice but to count.
Hank: "1..2..3! It's over folks, Scarstruck wins."
Michael: "B-Pac, and Floyd are gonna be pissed when they wake
up tomorrow and read about it!"
Paramedics carry away Floyd, Vampiress, and B-Pac as Nothing
helps Spatter to his feet and the two masked madmen stalk out of
the ring off to whatever dark place they came from as we cut to an
advertisement for Covergirl starring WoW's own Chandra
Desdemona!
Micheal D: "Hank, having no music or
fireworks tonight is a bust, but so far, the action in the ring has
more than made up for the loss, wouldn't you agree?"
Hank- "Yes, Mike, and this next match should
be no different. Richard Gazinya will be facing off against Brian
Graves, complete with Brutality Rules!"
Dick comes out with no music of course,
followed by Graves. They stare each other down in the ring, then
begin circling each other like wild animals. They finally get up into
each other's faces, and then Dick shoves BG across the ring. BG
returns with a diving lariat. Dick goes down as BG rolls into a
standing position. Graves leaps onto the ropes backwards and
uses them to do a springboard splash onto Dick, and then rolls him
up. 1-2- Dick gets his shoulder up.
Hank- "Brian Graves taking the early advantage
in the match up."
Graves jerks Dick off the mat and picks him up,
then performs a devestating airplane toss. Dick is stunned for a
moment, and BG goes outside the ring to gather up some toys. He
reaches under the ring to find a trashcan filled with goodies. The
contents spill out when the can hits the mat, and the fans get a
glimpse of what Brian has brought into the match. The first thing
Graves chooses is a black iron flail, which he picks up and
advances toward Dick with. Dick shoots his leg up and nails Graves
in the sack, and Graves drops the flail, and Dick grabs it. He jumps
up and wraps the chain part around Graves neck and chokes him
as hard as he can. He drags him around the ring by his neck, and
then slams him into the corner. Graves comes crumpling out of the
corner, and Dick catches him in the chin with the flail's heavy ball as
he falls.
Micheal D.- "Dick manhandles Brian
Graves with that medieval weaponry!"
Dick gives up the flail in favor of a set of silver
gauntlets, which he slides onto his hands and wrists. He comes
toward Graves and opens up a flurry of punches and chops,
opening up Graves' head as well. Graves ducks a final punch, and
wraps his arms around Dick. He pushes foward and spins around,
landing a bridged suplex, pinning Dick to the mat. 1-2- Dick rolls to
one side, breaking up the count. Dick comes up quickly and grabs
Graves, putting him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He picks him up
by his head and plants his knee right in his face. Still holding him
up, Dick gives Graves and openhanded smack with the gauntlets,
knocking him flat on his back. Dick goes for the pin 1-2- Graves is
able to kick out!
Hank- "Looks like a medieval theme to the
brutal weapons tonight, Mike."
Micheal D.- "Dick has gotten a sword from
the trash can!"
Dick gets the sword by the blade and begins
pounding on Graves with the pommel and qullions. Graves rolls
away after a few hits, and makes his way toward the ropes. He
leans on the bottom ropes trying to get a breath, but Dick is already
coming after him. Dick turns the sword around and runs at BG, but
BG grabs the top rope and trips Dick up. Dick goes flying out of the
ring. BG catches his breath and goes for the weapons. He grabs
the trashcan and slingshots himself out of the ring, landing a leg
drop with the trashcan under his leg. Dick rolls around in pain, but
BG continues to pound on him with the trash can. He reaches back
into the ring, grabbing a spear. Dick comes up and runs toward
Graves, but Brian swings the weapon around, cracking it across
Gazinya's chest. Gazinya falls, choking as he tries to get his breath
back. Graves turns the spear around so that the point faces
Richard, and then shoves it into his shoulder. Richard Gazinya yells
out in pain as his blood goes flowing over the outside mat. Graves
pulls the spear out of his shoulder and lifts Dick up, slamming him
face first onto the security rail. He continues until Dick smashes an
elbow into his gut, then spins around and kicks Graves down
below. Graves crumples, and Gazinya rolls him back into the ring.
Dick begins to climb the turnbuckle.
Dick reaches toward the mass of weapons and picks up a chain
linked coif, then wraps it around the face and head of Brian Graves.
Graves screams out from under the protective head gear that
Gazinya is now using to smother him. Dick retrieves a shield from
the pile and smashes it over Graves' head. Graves falls and Dick
goes for the cover. 1-2- Graves' kicks! Gazinya looks winded...
Micheal D.- "This carnage may never
end!"
Brian Graves grabs the shield, which has spikes
all over the front of it, and places it face out against the turnbuckle.
He kicks Gazinya in the kidneys, and then whips him toward the
shield... but Gazinya reverses! Graves goes tumbling into the
shield, unable to get his balance. He hits hard, bending the shield,
and piercing his own body in several places. Graves looks down
and out as Gazinya climbs the turnpost.
Hank- "He's going for the Total
Devestation!"
Dick is just about to dive when Ichabod comes
running out from backstage. There was no warning due to the
technical difficulties, and Dick doesn't see him coming. Ichabod
grabs Dick and slings him down off the turnbuckle into the
announcer's table. Ichabod runs into the ring and helps Brian
Graves to his feet. Graves rushes out of the ring as Ichabod yells
encouragement to him, and Graves sets Gazinya up for a piledriver
on top of the rubble. He loses his balance in he mess, however,
and botches up the piledriver. Gazinya yells out and crumples as
Graves falls ontop of him. 1-2-3!!!
Hank- "Graves has won the bout thanks to
Ichabod!"
Micheal D.- "Look at Ichabod, he's giving
Graves the thumbs up as he's exiting."
Ichabod taps the Revelation logo on his shirt
and points at Graves. He seems to be yelling something.
Ichabod- "Soon!! Very soon!!"
Hank- "Brian Graves with the Revelation? My
God!"
Michael D: "Look there Hank! On the stage! It's Prez James!"
Hank:" What's he doing out here?"
Michael D: "I dunno Hank, but it must be important!"
Prez James stands at the top of the rampway, staring out at the
capacity crowd. He holds up a mic, tapping it a moment, to make
sure it's working. Knowing full well that the technical problems
plaguing the sound system could return at any minute.
Prez James: "I'll keep this short and to the point. Since darren left,
ratings have dropped off a little, and I'm not going to let you, the
fans, think that I can't get the job done! The matches tonight are
just the beginning of my new and improved WoW!"
The crowd cheers and applauds in response, but it seems Prez
James isn't finished yet. He stands there patiently, waiting for the
noise to die down, as he looks down towards Ichabod, who stares
up at him with a very stern glare, still angered over Necron's attack
earlier in the evening.
"Darren made the best wrestling promotion ever, but he didn't do it
alone! No! He had a spectacular staff backing him up the whole
way. I of all people should know that, as I was Vice President. So,
to cut to the chase, I've decided to build my own staff from the
ground up! From now on, i'll be backed by someone who has been
a ratings grabber from the start...Ichabod!"
BG stares caustiously towards Ichabod, and even more untrusting
towards the WoW Owner as the referee tends to Dick Gazinya,
helping him to his feet. Ichabod blinks a moment, not expecting
that announcement. He stares at the WoW President with an
incredulous look, then shrugs, picking up a mic.
Ichy- "Smart move, Mr. President. I've got a lot of things in store for
the fans and the wrestlers here. A lot of big surprises are ahead,
and the Revelation has come to power. There are a lot of names
on the list, names like Triple X, Wafer, and especially you--the
washed up has been that you are--Dick Gazinya! You got a taste of
whats in store for you just a few minutes ago, Dick, and it doesn't
end there! Oh no! James has just hooked me up with the perfect
position to put you in your place. S--"
James cuts him off with one of his stern looks. He shakes his head
a moment, and holds his his finger up, waving it back and forth as
he looks towards Ichabod.
"Before your rant goes any further, Ichabod, maybe you should
hold your tougne, because you're trashing WoW's new
Commissioner!"
Michael D: "Does he mean..?"
Hank: "I think he does Mike! WoW's new commissioner is none
other than "Dirty" Dick Gazinya!"
A flush of anger spreads across Ichabod's face as Dick grins,
cocky as hell. Ichabod and Dick stare each other down, and the
fans are going crazy! Prez James just smiles his evil smile as
Ichabod turns to walk backstage and lifts his mic back up, one
more time.
Prez James: "But wait...that's not all! WoW's chief technical assiant
has just earned himself a pink slip for tonight's screwups! I hope
he enjoys his place in the unemployment line!...I've already found a
replacement!"
From backstage, emerges...ROSE! She's cleaned up a bit after
her grueling cemetary match with PKA, and she's staring daggers
at Ichabod as he stares right back, then glares over to Prez
James.. with a "This is bad comedy" look. The fans are going wild
by now as WoW cuts to a commercial.
Cheapshots steps out from behind the curtain to
a strong reaction as he heads down to the ring. He slides in and
poses as Chandra comes out to a mixed reaction. She steps
between the ropes as Cheapshots narows his eyes at her. She
becomes angry and shoves Cheap into the ropes. He laughs it off
as they circle the ring waiting to lock up. A lock up and Cheap
slings her around with an arm drag. He holds her in an arm bar as
he mocks her without letting her go. Finally, he steps over her arm
and flips her to the mat, still holding on tightly.
Hank- I think he's toying with her
Mike!
Cheap ties her up in a STF variation and
messes up her hair. He laughs as he lets go and waits for her to
get up. She comes charging in only to get met with a drop toe
hold. He spins around over her back and slaps her in the back of
the head for effect. She jumps to her feet, steaming and nails a
stiff right hand to Cheapshots jaw. Cheap touches his jaw then
looks at his hand. All of a sudden its a free for all as they begin to
slug it out. Just then a man steps out on the rampway.
Michael D- Who is that>
Hank- That's Taylormade, what is he doing
here?
Taylormade stands up on the ramp and watches
the action as Chandra tosses him to the ropes and meets Cheap
with a knee lift. She goes to pick him up but, is met with a spear
into the ground. Cheapshots slugs away at her and then gets up to
pose for the crowd. Chandra from behind hits a roll up. 1, 2, no a
kick out. Cheap kicks her down to the ground and drops the leg.
1, 2 kickout. Cheap picks her up for a suplex but, Chandra kicks
him in the balls without the ref seeing. A small package by
Chandra. 1, 2, 3!!! This one is over.
Hank: "An underhanded victory by Chandra, but a victory none the
le--"
Michael D: "--Oh man Hank! It's Triple X!"
Hank: "What's he doing out here?"
Triple X steps out on the stage with a bag over his shoulder,
behind Taylormade and the two quickly head to the ring. Once
inside, X reaches into the bag and pulls out an Elite t-shirt which he
tosses to Taylormade. He slips it on as X tosses the bag to
Cheapshots.
Michael D: "Is he...I think he Is Hank!"
Hank: Taylormade must be the new addittion to The Elite that Triple
X was talking about just before Malice aired! This could be bad
news for Chandra and the rest of Revelation."
Chandra tries to leave but, X grabs her by the hair and pushes her
to the mat while him and Taylormade hold her to the mat.
Cheapshots reaches into the bag to find a washrag as he begins to
wash the goth makeup from Chandra's face. She struggles to get
free but, to no avail. Cheap back into the bag, pulls out a tube of
pink lipstick as he smears it across her lips. Next he finds care
bare stickers as he begins sticking them all over her face. From out
of the back, the Revelation all hit the scene as they rush the ring. X
and Taylormade let go of Chandra as she screams angrily, slipping
out of the ring and dissappearing into the crowd as Revelation
takes the ring, checking on Chandra. We cut toTriple X's locker
room.
He quickly steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
We cut to a shot outside his door, and his hefty assistant, Morty, is
keeping an eye out for Ichabod and the rest of Revelation after
The Elite's antics earlier. We cut back inside his room, as one of
the cieling tiles is slowly moved aside by a pair of black gloves. A
long black tether drops down, and a person decked out entirely in
black, including a ninja mask. The person quickly, stealthily, snoops
around X's room, until finally finding the WoW Undisputed Title.
The mystery person glances quickly around, connects the tether to
his/her belt, pulls on it, and starts to zip back up into the darkness,
but gets hung, halfway up.
The door to X's locker slowly opens, and Morty peeks inside,
wondering what the noise was. He looks up at the mystery person,
with a confused look. Before he can say anything, the shadowy
figure zips up into the darkness beyond the cieling, sliding the tile
back into place and taking the WoW Undisputed title with him/her.
Morty starts to shout.
Morty: "X! X! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!! Where are
you!?"
The WoW Undisputed Champion walks out from the bathroom,
looking over at Morty with an incredulous look.
Triple X: "What's with all the shouting chunky?"
Morty: "A ninja! X! A ninja took your title!"
Triple X: "Riight...you've been watching too many old Kung Fu
flicks Morty. Why would a ninja come in here, much less just to take
MY title? Besides it's right.."
X reaches down into one of his lockers, feeling around. A
confused look plays across his face. Followed by a flash of anger.
Triple X: "Cut it out Morty! This isn't funny! Now hand over my belt,
chump! This is no time for joking around."
Morty: "I don't have it X! The ninja took it!"
Triple X: "Enough with the ninja already for crying out loud!
Where'd you hide my belt!?"
We cut to the final commercial break of the night as X begins to
tear apart his locker, while Morty continues trying to convince him of
what he saw.
Michael D: "What a night Hank! First Rammer unmasks himself,
Necron takes out PKA and buries Rose, Morboius makes another
heninous attack on Justin Payne only to be taken out by Lillio,
Wicked D, and Ichabod, Scarstruck demolishes B-Pac and Floyd,
we've got a new Vp, a new commissioner, and a new technical
assistant, a new member added to the Elite, and now Triple X's
Undisputed title is stolen!"
Hank: "I know one thing Mike, I wouldn't wanna be in Adam Lax's
shoes right now. Triple X has got to be in a foul mood after
discovering his belt's nowhere to be found."
Inside the ring, the components for the Towering Inferno match
have already been set up. Triple X stalks down to the ring, his eyes
full of anger. He barely even notices the fans as he climbs into the
ring, cracking his knuckles. Adam Lax rushes out from the crowd,
slipping into the ring. He makes an attempt to whirl X around, but
the Champ is prepared, and as soon as he's spun around, nails
Adam with a quick kick to the gut. The referee calls for the bell, and
climbs out of the ring, leaving the two brothers to their battle.
X sends Lax to the mat with a big ddt, and connects with a solid
elbo3w drop. Both men quickly back up to their feet, and they
exchange blows back and forth as the crowd roars with excitement.
X gains the uppderhand, and whips Adam right into one of the
ladders, knocking it over, and busting the challenger wide open.
Michael D: "What intensity from the champ! X looks hell bent on
taking out his anger on Adam!"
Triple X moves in, but Adam trips him up, sending the champ face
first into the ladder. Lax scrambles to his feet, climbing to the top
turnbuckle. He leaps off with an elbow drop, but X moves out of the
way at the last second, and Lax smashes into the solid steel ladder
with a cruel impact. X drags him to his feet, and whips him to the
ropes. Lax bounces off, nailing a dropkick that sends the champ
down. Lax starts to climb the reamining ladder, headed for the gas
can handing in midair. X quickly to his feet is having none of that,
and charges into the ladder, knocking it over. Adam, halfway up the
ladder, smashes to the mat with a brutal impact. X stomps the hell
out of Adam in a frenzy, making sure he stays down. The champ
turns his attention to the ladder, setting it back up as he starts to
climb. Lax back to his feet yanks X back down, and bounces off
the ropes, connecting with a knee drop to X's midsection.
Hank: "A heated battle between these two amazing atheles.
They're putting it all on the line toni--"
Hank's voice goes to static, then silence. More technical problems
it seems. Meanwhile, in the ring, Adam has lain out the ladder
across X, and is quickly mounting the other one freshly set up. He
climbs almost to the top, and dives off, smashing with all his weight
into the ladder, punishing X, trapped below the mass of steel. The
blow has taken it's toll on both Lax and X, as they both struggle to
get to their feet. Out from the crowd, his eye still red and swollen,
Floyd hops over the barrier, a chair in his hand. Lax meanwhile has
made it to his feet, and begins to climb the ladder, headed for the
box of matches. Floyd slides into the ring, and smashes the chair
right into the small of Triple X's back, laying out the WoW
Undisputed Champ. He nods up to Adam Lax, and sets up the
other ladder, climbing it himself headed for the can of gas. From
backstage out comes Cheapshots and Taylormade! The two slide
into the ring, shoving over the ladder with Floyd, and it domioes into
Lax's ladder! Lax grabs desperatly upward, holding onto the box of
matches.
Gravity is too much though, and the rope snaps, sending Lax
crashing down into the ladders in a wicked collision. Cheapshots
and Taylormade help X up to his feet. Taylor sets up the ladder,
starting to climb it, but X shakes his head, letting him ,mnow he
wants to win this one himself. Floyd rolls out from the ring, and
quickly dissappears back into the crowd, knowing the numbers are
against him. Adam Lax lies motionless atop one of the ladders,
sprawled out, breathing slowly. X climbs up the ladder, reaching up
for the can of gas. With a tug, it comes free, but the ladder's
become wobbly! X tries his best to force his weight around, in an
attempt to restore balance, but it's too late, and Gravity takes over,
sending the Undisputed champion and the can of gas crashing to
the ground in a heap atop Adam Lax. Gas pours out from the
gascan, covering them both as they lie there, each trying to get to
their feet after that terrible crash.
Finally, Adam is first to his feet, and he's soaked in gasoline, He
looks around, seeing matches scattered across the ring, and
pieces of the box scattered around with them. He reaches down,
trying to light a match off the piece of cardboard, but the match
breaks in half. X is showing signs of life, and Lax frantically picks
up another match. He tries a quicker strike, to no avail, the match
doesn't light. He strikes again, and again and again. The match
snaps in two! X is back to his feet, unbeknownst to Lax, and he
grabs a match, just before nailing a blatant low blow on his brother.
Lax crumples to the ground in pain. X drags him up to his feet,
looks out to the crowd with intensity, and plants Adam with the "One
True Finisher"!
He picks up a piece of the box, strikes the match carefully, and in a
small flash, the match is lit. He looks down at Adam a moment, as if
to say "Goodbye, and good riddance." and then tosses the match
onto him. Flames erupt across Adam Lax's body as he screams in
pain and X raises his hands to the air, celebrating his win. A mess of WoW officials rush into the ring hosing Adam down with fire extinguishers as WoW Malice goes off the air with Triple X standing triumphant from the top turnbuckle.
