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As the cameras fade up to tonight's Pay Per View, there seems to be an odd feeling in the air. the locker room is deadly silent, with very few of the superstars even interacting with each other. As the various talents pass each other in the hall, all that is seen is a mere glance, no friendly hellos nothing. they just head into their respective locker rooms, closing the door behind them. Dutch Harris: (From Ringside) Well ladies and Gentlemen we welcome you to Long Road Home, but all does not seem well tonight. Eryk Masters: (From Ringside) No need to hide it, Dutch. There is a foul mood in the air, and the internet reports have been buzzing with problems and dissension in the back. But you know, SHOOT Project has gone through a lot of changes, but one thing that hasn't changed is that this place doesn't sugar coat a thing. Dutch Harris: (From Ringside) That it does not, which could very well be part of the reason that so much has gone down in these past couple of weeks. I myself don't know the gist of things, but from what the reports are saying a lot of this stemmed from the rather abrupt departure of one of SHOOT Project's staff, and former close friend, Mario Lupo. The cameras now fade to ringside with Eryk Masters and Dutch Harris, continuing their discussion. Eryk Masters: Needless to say, Dutch, tonight a certain vibe is being sent throughout the building, hell to all of the SHOOT Project fans watching across the United States. but you know what, the show always goes on... and just like our Monday Night Show, screw all the talk, its time to shut up and fight. Dutch Harris: Right you are, and despite the moods, despite the beliefs, we should have a solid event here tonight, showcasing what could very well be the end of the war between John Thomas and Vincent Mallows, as well as the personal hatred these two have for one another. Eryk Masters: Of Course and with the Monday Night Title on the line AND inside of a steel cage... well that makes it all that much better. Dutch Harris: The Cruiserweight Title also on the line in a very special ladder match... though of course much speculation circulating about that match, but nothing is known for sure. Tonight is certainly going to be a night of answers as we continue towards Reckoning Day. Eryk Masters: I've got one of those feelings, Dutch... things are going to be changing, that's for sure. Just moments before the opening eight man tag match, the cameras head to that very same locker room area we saw earlier, but this time we travel inside of the large room that The True Talent Coalition is occupying. There J.L. Martz sits on a chair, lacing up his boots while Lonewolf paces back and forth. Neither man looks happy. J.L. Martz: You know I signed on as a TTC member with the idea of really building a dominant group. Look around you LW, does this look like a dominant group to you? Lonewolf turns and kicks the side of a couch. Lonewolf: You know what I have more to think about to be honest. Raymond has put a lot on me in regards to the WPW and my future in both that federation and here. Okay, so just back off. Martz rises up from his chair now and moves nose to nose. J.L. Martz: I wasn't even talking about you, I was talking about "Mr. Sex and Violence" and "The Insane One" Both who I haven't seen in two weeks. But now that you mention it, why didn't you return my calls man? What happened to team work, pal? Lonewolf just narrows his eyes and the two look like they're about to explode at one another. Lonewolf: I just said I'm under a lot of stress. The two are eyeball to eyeball now when suddenly the locker room door swings open and a Mike Dexter walks in rather confident. He sees the two at each other's throats and quickly breaks in. Mike Dexter: Whoa, hold it up here. What's going on. The two turn to Dexter and are equally frustrated towards him. J.L. Martz: And what about you? Where did you off and run to buddy? Dexter's mood shifts now as he realizes he's on the verge of being verbally attacked. Mike Dexter: Oh it just so happens that I was getting healthy, you know recovering from an injury that Crimson Kidd and Kody Burns gave me. Sorry I was too busy recovering, but you think that maybe you guys could have held the fort down while I was gone? Because last I checked, the TTC has gone to shit since my departure. He looks around the room now, a little confused, but in a mocking sort of way. Mike Dexter: Speaking of which, where's the rest of the team? Lonewolf just shakes his head and starts for the door. Lonewolf: Mathews wanted his own personal locker room, and damned if Diablo is ever around. I'll see you guys out in the ring. He heads on off leaving Martz and Dexter in the room. The two just stare at each other for a moment, and finally J.L. Martz breaks the tension and leaves the room as well, following after Lonewolf. This leaves Dexter all alone now and he just stands there shaking his head. From there the cameras fade to just further down the hall... to Crimson Kidd's Locker room. Crimson Kidd is sitting alone in his locker room polishing Lonewolf's blood off his ten foot chain from the incident Monday night. He wants to give it a fresh start for getting dirty all over again tonight. All of a sudden the lights go out and we here the door open and shut. Crimson: If you bitches think your gonna start this early and get a jump on Crimson you got another thing coming. Mysterious Voice: Relax, it's just me again we need to go over some things concerning the New Breed because times are changing in Shoot starting tonight, and New Breed has to be ready. Crimson: New Breed is ready and we're gone start showing you just how ready we are tonight by taking out the TTC. Mysterious Voice: You got heart Kidd, but you still lack the power needed to make a real impact. Right now the New Breed is just you even if Kody makes it official the two of you alone can't clean up all of Shoot Project. You got the heart, you might even have the mind set, but you need some more brawn, a muscle man, an enforcer if you will. Crimson: I'm working on it. With what has been done in the past people aren't chomping at the bit to join a group that Ed Raymond has in his sights. Mysterious Voice: Well, I know one man who is without a doubt chomping at the bit to get at Ed Raymond, and I think you guys would work well together. You guys even have a past you could say, and he's not happy with what TTC did to Kenji. Crimson: A friend of Kenji's? Interesting when will I meet this enforcer? Mysterious Voice: Soon, soon enough, even sooner than you think. The two men sit there in silence and then the door opens and shuts again, and Crimson realizes he's alone. He sits there for a moment hand still with a firm grip on the 10 ft steel chain. Then the door opens again. Crimson stands up with the chain wrapped around his right arm and fist, as the lights come on and Pestalance is standing by the light switch. Pestalance: You just sitting in the dark waiting for a fight? Crimson: I guess you could say that, you never know when those TTC bastards are gonna strike and know its time to put them in their place, and show Ed Raymond what were all about. They're all gonna get a special beating for what they did to Kenji. Pestalance: Word, I'm up for that me and Kenji go way back even if we haven't talked since he moved to Japan to stay, but that shit's un cool. It's time to start enforcing some justice around here, and it starts tonight by laying beat down on TTC then we get our hands on Raymond. Crimson: You saying what I think your saying? Pestalance: Look I'm not saying we're gonna be best friends and buddy buddy, but I respect New breed's cause. I respect any cause that's up for making Ed Raymond's life miserable. So as of right now consider me New Breed's enforcer. This doesn't mean we have tea parties and shit this means you watch my back, and I'll watch yours. Now we just gotta find if Kody is in or out? Crimson: I'm sure he'll have his answer soon enough., but for now we just get ready for tonight. Dismantling TTC one member at a time. The two men nod their heads and head out of their locker room as well. From there the camera fades to ringside where the eight man tag match is set to begin. The
True Talent Coalition vs. The New Breed/Pestalance/Cyrus O'Haire Dutch
Harris: This show is going to start off with a bang. An 8 man tag team
match. The TTC fighting the New Breed, Pestalance, and Cyrus. Eryk
Masters: Yeah it should be something that will not be anything but chaos. Dutch
Harris: That?s the damn truth. Let?s kick this one off. Take it away
Samantha. Samantha
Coil: Our opening contest here tonight at Long Road Home is an 8 man tag
team match. Are
you Ready by Creed begins playing. Samantha
Coil: Making their way down to the ring representing TTC ladies and
gentleman. Mark Mathews, Lonewolf, JL Martz, and Diablo!! Making
their way out of the back talking among themselves all the way down to the
aisle. Making those remarks quickly turning into an argument. Lonewolf
shakes his head motioning for the rest of his teammates to head towards
the ring and nock it off. They still don?t seem to be too happy about
it, but make their way towards the ring. Stepping inside the ropes they
await their opponents. Samantha
Coil: Their opponents. Step
Up by Drowning Pool begins playing. Samantha
Coil: First making their way down to the ring weighing in at a combined
weight of 434lbs they are Kody Burns and Crimson Kidd! New
Breed comes down to the ring showing teamwork getting along pretty well.
Standing at the midway point of the ramp they turn waiting for their
partners. Samantha
Coil: Their partners. Firestarter
by Prodigy begins playing loudly. Samantha
Coil: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 433lbs they are Cyrus and
Pestalence!! Pestalence
and Cyrus come out and the four of them sprint to the ring to kick this
match off. Burns
begins to exchange rights and lefts with Diablo causing both men to fall
to the outside and to the floor. Back inside the ring Lonewolf and Crimson
Kidd are fighting in the corner. Kidd catches Lonewolf with a stiff knife
edge chop followed by another and another. Lonewolf?s chest has a welt
beginning to rise on it. On the opposite side we see Martz connecting with
a kick to the midsection of Pestalence causing him to double over trying
to catch his breath. Martz picks Pestalence up over his head and sends him
down with a snap suplex holding on doing another suplex right after the
first one. Martz then catches Kidd from behind with a release belly to
back suplex sending Kidd down to the mat. Lonewolf goes into his corner
trying to clear out the cobwebs from the early intensity of the match up.
Pestalence is slowly pulling himself up to his feet on the apron in his
corner. Coming up next to him is Burns. Kidd and Martz still inside the
ring tie up with Martz catching Kidd with an arm drag take down. Martz
keeps the a hold of his arm cinching it in a little tighter. Eryk
Masters: Looks like tonight TTC?s problems early might be taken care of
with a win here Dutch
Harris: I?m sort of still wondering what they are going to do to mess it
up. Eryk
Masters: So un optimistic aren?t we Dutch? Dutch
Harris: No just facing the facts. Martz
gets to his feet going over towards TTC?s corner tagging in the now in
position Diablo. Diablo comes in, but is quickly met with a Japanese arm
drag by Kidd sending Diablo down hard to the mat. Diablo tries to get to
his feet, but is caught once again this time with a overhead body throw
sending Diablo crashing down to the mat. Kidd tags in Pestalence who comes
in like a house of fire. Pestalence Irish whips Diablo into the far side
ropes catching on the way off with a sidewalk slam. Pestalence then
reaches over placing his body weight onto the chest of Diablo going for
the cover. The referee gets into position to make the count. 1.. 2.. NO!!
Diablo just got his shoulder up before the count of three. Pestalence
suddenly gets a cocky smile on his face he just tosses Diablo into the
corner of his partners who seem eager to get inside the ring. Dutch
Harris: That is an odd strategy from Pestalence. Eryk
Masters: We don?t agree on much, but I agree with you on that one. Mark
Mathews tags into the match stepping between the ropes. Mathews goes over
towards the waiting arms of Pestalence who catching Mathews with a forearm
shot to the side of the face. He then picks Mathews up and over his head
into position for a power bomb then down to the canvas with a sickening
thud. Pestalence then tags in Crimson Kidd who connects with a shining
wizard kick to the back of Mathews head. Kidd then reaches down picking up
Mathews sending him back down with a heart punch. Mathews holding his
chest in pain from the move. Mathews slowly begins getting to his feet,
Kidd smiles looking down at the carnage he has dished out so far. Kidd
then catches Mathews with a side effect type move sending both he and
Mathews down to the mat. Kidd reaches over tagging in his team mate
Pestalence who catches Mathews with a guillotine leg drop onto the chest
of the semi motionless Mathews. Pestalence goes for the cover, but even
before he can get a count of 1 Lonewolf breaks up the pin fall attempt.
Lonewolf hits Pestalence with an inverted ddt sending Pestalence down to
the mat hard. Lonewolf then reaches down pulling Mathews over towards his
corner. Stepping back through the ropes Lonewolf reaches down tagging into
the match up. Lonewolf comes in catching Pestalence with a drop kick to
the jaw. He then goes over hitting Kidd with a backhand blow sending him
down to the arena floor. Lonewolf then pulls Pestalence inside the ring by
the hair sending him down to the mat with a scoop slam. Pestalence gets up
slowly, but Lonewolf sends him out to the floor as well with a
clothesline. Kidd then comes up from behind catching Lonewolf with a
bulldog take down. Kidd then reaches down tagging himself into the match
up. He goes for the cover on Lonewolf. The referee gets into position to
make the count, but Lonewolf kicks out before the count of 2. Eryk
Masters: This match has been non stop action. Dutch
Harris: Exactly this night is going to be off the charts. Lonewolf
is sent into the ropes, but some how Mathews tags himself in blindly
trying to go into the ring not seen by Lonewolf. Mathews goes for a drop
kick on Kidd, but instead Kidd ducks catching Lonewolf right in the face
sending him down hard. Lonewolf holding his face from the impact of the
blow. Lonewolf gets right up in the face of Mathews angry. Eryk
Masters: Come on guys don?t do it. Your on the same team. Dutch
Harris: It might be a melt down. Lonewolf
shoves Mathews not realizing it due to being angry at him Kidd was
standing right behind Mathews catching him with double arm ddt. Lonewolf
instead of breaking up the count he walks away from the action inside the
ring. Kidd hooks the far leg and motions for the referee to get in
position and begins to make the count. 1.. 2.. 3!!!!! Dutch
Harris: And this one is over, Crimson Kidd takes the victory for his team
and Mathews was walked out on by Lonewolf! The
members of The New Breed's team all
join in the ring now, celebrating the victory, as the True Talent
Coalition takes their leave, beaten and pissed. Eryk Masters: And The New Breed gets the one up on the True Talent Coalition yet again... I don't get it... why did they have to cross these guys to begin with? Dutch
Harris: Because they're a bunch of punks, that's why... and I'm glad to
see they lost to the rising talent here in the SHOOT Project. "Dragula"
suddenly explodes on the PA system, as a series of purple pyrotechnetics
erupt on the entry ramp. As if the theme music didn't say it all, Mike
Dexter rises from behind the curtain. The fans are dazed, and wondering
what exactly might be going on as Dexter himself begins his waltz down the
entry ramp. Clad
in blue jeans, and a semi-tight purple T-shirt with "TTC" in
bright gold lettering. Across the back of his shoulders it read, "The
Dexecutioner" as he slid into the ring. The members of New Breed, as
well as Cyrus and Pestalance remained against the ropes on the opposite
side of the ring. All
at once it seemed as if the music stopped and Dexter, grinning, removed
his Dexley sunglasses from his face. Folding them nicely, and laying them
on the ground beside him. Calmly, he walked across into the middle of the
ring, getting closer to the Cyrus, Kidd, Pestalance, and Burns. Mike Dexter: "Well boys, here we are." He
holds his arms out, with no mic, his words are really hard to make out.
The grin till occupied his lips, when, from behind, JL Martz tosses Dexter
a chair. The new Breed seems completely oblivious to it, as their
attention is on Dexter. Mike Catches the chair, and in an utter confusion
on Kody Burns part... WHACK! The
chair comes crashing down across the face of Kody Burns. Erik
Masters: The BRIGHT LIGHTS has just been turned out by the Dexecutioner! Cyrus,
being the closest ally to Burns at the time, moved in on Dexter quickly.
Dex just shook his head and drove the end of the almost curled chair into
his midsection, and down across his back, planting him onto the mat. Kidd
moved in from behind and gave Dex a few swift forearms in the back of the
head, but being fresh, Mike mearly shook them off and caught Kidd with a
low blow, kicking his foot up behind him. Kidd keeled over, and Dexter
grabbed him by the hair, and peered into his eyes. A giant, disgusting,
loogey ejected from Dexter's mouth and into Kidd's face, afterwards,
Dexter pulled down on Kidd's hair, projecting his face into an oncoming
knee of Mike Dexter's. Kidd's nose seemed to crushed under the pressure of
The Dexecutioner upper knee as he fell to the the ground. He
stood, took a deep breath and turned around, now facing the last standing
member of this four man team, Pestalance. Pestalance took off at a slow
sprint due to fatigue towards Dexter. Taking two steps and... WHAM! The
Dex Hex almost lifted Pestalance off the ground. A series of OOOHHHHH's
echoed out of the crowd as Dexter set Pestalance up for the Dexcellent
Driver... Up... BANG! The upper shoulder area of Pestalance collided with
the mat, as his feet went from straight in the hair, to spread on the mat,
not moving. Dexter
got to his feet, shaking his head at one Cyrus, who seemed to be starting
to stir after only a chair shot to the gut and back. Meanwhile, Martz,
Lonewolf, and Mark Mathews just looked on from the outside, as they
watched Mike Dexter tear their former opponents apart. Cyrus got to
his feet and bounced off the ropes behind him, stumbling over to Mike
Dexter, Dex sent a right cross across into the jaw of the incoming Cyrus
whose knees just crumbled under the attack as he fell to the mat. Eryk
Masters: A patented right cross that has long been rivaled by anyone in
wrestling just squashed Cyrus! Boo's
began echoing into the ring, Mike Dexter stood their grinning, looking at
the carnage. A near lifeless Crimson Kidd began getting up and Dexter
started walking out of the ring. Now, on his hands and knees, Kidd's body
fell under the weight of Mike Dexter?s foot, who stepped on top of
Kidd's body, and through the ropes. Kidd against got this his hands and
knees as a bloodied face peered out at Dexter who was walking away with
fellow TTC members. He reached out and gave Lonewolf "five" as
the stepped through the curtains, with "Dragula" playing on the
PA. Dutch
Harris: We have just been made witness to a Dexecution. Eryk Master: Mike Dexter is back and making his presence felt on his attackers before he left. Dexter leaves the ring now, the rest of the True Talent Coalition slowly following, with Mark Mathews being held up by Diablo. As they reach the entryway "Are You Ready?" By Creed starts up and the fans immediately begin to boo loudly. Dutch Harris: And now of course what would a TTC assault be without the self-proclaimed Creative Genius. Raymond comes out from behind the large, Long Road Home Backdrop, a microphone in hand. He watches now as medical staff tends to the New Breed and Cyrus O'Haire. Edward Raymond: Cut the music... Cut my music and get that garbage out of MY RING! The fans boo and the asshole chants start up but Raymond doesn't even care. Edward Raymond: Yeah yeah yeah, tell me something I don't know. Listen what you just saw... that is what I am talking about. Mike Dexter, the Dexecutioner. That is what is going to be happening around here! I am SICK AND TIRED of all this bullshit going on within the True Talent Coalition, and I'm SICK AND TIRED of you people causing the trouble. Not just you out there, but everyone in the back. Well its not going to happen anymore! Raymond turns to Mathews and Diablo now. Edward
Raymond: As far as I'm concerned, you two can take a hike! You
dropped the ball, and frankly I can't have that. In two days, I am
going to be in control of an empire, a sports entertainment empire.
And I need men who will work together, who will support the name of True
Talent The fans pick up now as Raymond is taking complete charge, but the boos are still loud. Raymond starts down towards the ring now, as the members of the New Breed are escorted to the back. All that is left now in the ring area is Ed Raymond himself. He enters the ring now and directs his attention directly to the back. Edward Raymond: Now as I was saying... I'm so fucking sick and tired of people not working under MY rule! Every time it's my show, my reign, they all decide to be pussies and either up and quit or refuse to play by the rules I set. They slack off and in turn I LOOK BAD! And you know something, I hate looking bad! I have done nothing but sweat and bleed for this place, I have done more for this company that has gone unappreciated and I say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! He stops now as everyone is chanting "bitch bitch bitch!" Raymond just shakes his head as he narrows his eyes. Edward Raymond: Shut up! Shut up! You don't understand, like it or not I'M IN CHARGE! This is my god damn show, and my god damn federation! Learn that, people! No cripple is going to stop that. No plethora of rebel superstars is going to stop that! Understand that. I said this was my era and I'm not going to let a bunch of anti-Raymond assholes ruin that for me! A voice interrupts Ed Raymond. Voice: Blah
blah blah? Whine whine
whine? Bitch bitch bitch?
Don?t you EVER shut up? God?
?My federation? ?my rules? ?My----
God, shut the fuck up. The crowd, who is clearly behind this mystery
voice, starts chanting ?bitch bitch bitch? at Ed Raymond, who
callously flips them off. He
pulls the microphone to his face, in an effort to retaliate to this voice,
who as of yet, hasn?t shown itself. Ed Raymond:
And who the fuck do you think YOU are?
You?re just some mystery voice thinking that you run the show!
This is MY show. This is MY Pay Per View, and you?re just some scared cock
that?s too intimidated by my power and control over this federation to
show himself. What?s the
problem? Don?t wanna get
fired? You KNOW I?ll fire
your ass the MINUTE I find out just who the hell you think you are?
So why don?t you QUIT being scared, and show yourself!! Voice: Fire
my ass? Scared?
intimidated by your power and control?
This is your show? This is your federation?
this is your PPV? All
right, guess I?ll show myself? The lights go out in the arena.
The crowd chants ?Come out!? at the voice, and quickly become
restless. A white spotlight
hits the center of the ramp, and music starts to play?
The sound of a record scratching, into a rock riff?
?Only the Strong? by FLAW hits the PA, and
the crowd? blows the ROOF
off of the building, as JASON JOHNSON steps into the light.
He?s donned in black slacks, a skin tight white t-shirt, and is
wearing his trademark black leather trenchcoat.
He?s got his slim sunglass on, and the light gleams off of them.
He pushes his hair, now with more gray streaks in it, away from his
face. He?s got a microphone with him, and his and Real Deal?s
trademarked smirk across his face. Jason Johnson:
Surprised? Thought you
might be? All those
signings? Yeah?
me. So, Greg Allocca,
the New Breed, Post and so on? Haha,
signed to the SHOOT Project by the board of directors, who by the way are
pretty pissed, and authorized by the owner of the SHOOT Project? Jason Johnson. Go
figure. The crowd explodes and Raymond?s face has
become white as a ghost. He
can?t even say anything. Jason Johnson:
Ed, it?s okay bro? You can talk?
No? Don?t want to?
I guess that?s cool, but it kind of goes against what you were
just saying? Something
about firing my ass and it being your show.
Guess the cat got your tongue, huh?
Haha, I bet it did. The owner of the SHOOT Project begins to walk
down to the ring, keeping his eye on Ed Raymond the entire way.
He?s got his smirk still on his face, and the microphone still in
his hand, as the crowd is chanting ?SHOOT!
SHOOT! SHOOT!? the
entire way. Jason climbs into
the ring, and Raymond starts to back out. Jason Johnson:
Nah Ed? I want you
to be in the ring please. Thanks.
So I?m back, everyone. Hi.
It?s been a fun vacation, but after seeing the way the SHOOT
Project has been handled in the past few weeks, or months I guess, I?ve
decided that my return had to happen now.
Frankly? The roster
is running wild with itself, and that?s gotta stop.
All I hear about since I?ve been back, and I?ve been actually
back for like? 20 minutes,
is how so and so sucks and they shouldn?t be where they are, and how
such and such is gay and holding down this other person?
He pauses for a second, looking at Ed Raymond,
who is still sort of cowering, but some color has returned to his face. Jason Johnson:
I?ve been thinking about what to do about it, and well?
I guess I need to remind you that this is the SHOOT Project.
This isn?t the fWo or any of those pussified places.
We don?t play the bullshit politics game here, no matter how many
people like to think we do. We
come to work, we do promos, and we fight.
Hence the namesake for the show.
As much as some people like to think they deserve better, we have a
pecking order in the SHOOT Project. People
move up, people move down, for better or worse, there is always something
happening here. You guys in
the back? you roster
members, you?re what causes this place to breathe.
You?re the sole reason the SHOOT Project is where it is today.
Pausing again, making sure Raymond is listening,
Jason Johnson flashes a smirk and continues.
Jason Johnson:
We could still be in dumps and landfills in Japan, if not for the
dedication and the hard work that each and every person has put in to make
sure these fans are happy. And
trust me? without them, and
without you in the back? everyone
of you? would either be working somewhere else, or would be down in
the gutters of Japan, fighting in alleys or whatever, for pocket change
compared to what you have now. So?
let?s end the political games people are trying to play in the
back? Now then?
Before I get to you, Ed? I
have two matches to announce for the week following our little Spring
Break? He pauses for dramatic effect, walks around the
ring, looking out to the fans. The
fans, as always, are chanting something, and this time it?s ?SHOOT!?
just like before. This brings
a smile to Jason?s face as he goes on. Jason Johnson:
I understand that there?s been some lackluster action going on,
and while there?s places to put that blame, I?m not going to do that- Looking over at Raymond. Jason Johnson:
Yet. Anyway?
The week off was instituted by me, and the board, for reasoning
that we feel necessary. You
guys need a break, and you?ve been going hard since who knows how long.
Following that, there will be a Monday Night show?
But guys? This
isn?t going to be any regular Monday Night, Shut Up and Fight?
This is going to be: Monday
Night, Shut Up and Fight: Revolution
edition! In the style you all
loved so many months ago, this next show will be a no holds barred attempt
at revitalizing the members of the SHOOT Project roster?
So, I have to announce a couple matches and things.
The first being? Pending if this man walks away tonight as the
Champion... DEL CARVER Vs. JONNY JOHNSON The volume level in the room SKYROCKETS at this
announcement. Jason Johnson:
Now, I know a lot of you might be grumbling ?Well, Del didn?t
do anything this week? and you?re right, he didn?t. However, I believe in giving people second chances, in some
cases, and this is one of those cases.
Besides, who WOULDN?T want to see Del Carver kick the hell out of
Jonny Johnson? The crowd cheers unanimously, hating the masked
Jonny Johnson. Jason Johnson:
That?s what I thought. Secondly,
the tag team title scene is a fiasco?
You all know it? I
know it. So, we?ve come up
with a solution. TAG TEAM
SUPERCARD. What we?re going
to do, is throw EVERYONE?S name in a lottery spinner.
We?ll draw names at random, two at a time, and those two people
will be paired up. This will
be a totally random draw thing, so I?m sure I will enjoy the hell out of
it. The drawing will happen
on the April 12th edition of Monday Night, and the super card
will be the final Sunday in April. Be
prepared to work your asses off. Cheering even louder, Jason nods his head, and
continues with his final announcement. Jason Johnson:
And finally? I know
we?re jumping dates around, but for the show following our break,
we?ve got a HUGE Main Event planned.
This is one we haven?t seen since November 2002.
That?s right, it?s that long ago.
It, and the events leading up to it, were of the most intense that
SHOOT has ever seen, and the two men?
Two of the most influential and important stars of our era? Two of the most world renowned legends this sport has EVER
seen? All right, enough
with the cock gobbling? The
Main Event, for our show back? OUTKAST vs. THE REAL DEAL The fans go NUTS for this.
Unanimous screaming, cheering, and whatever fill the arena.
With that? Jason
turns his attention back to Ed Raymond.
Jason Johnson:
You?re a fucking worm, you know that?
You?ve wasted your time in my absence, Ed. Putting together group after group after group, only to have
them either spit in your face or quit the SHOOT Project altogether does
not bode well for business, Ed. And
you know how I feel about things that don?t bode well for business.
So, effective immediately, you?re fired.
The crowd cheers. Jason Johnson: BUT? this isn?t going to be a conventional firing. No, it?s not. See? I?ve been putting together the New Breed, getting them amped, and then I had one last phone call to make. There was this guy you burned pretty bad when he was here, going so far as to say he wanted to walk away from the business for good. I gave that man a call, and offered him a VERY lucrative contract with the SHOOT Project. However, he wanted something more than that? Oddly enough, he wanted a piece of your ass. Why that was, I totally understand. So, I figured this would be entertaining, and you know how I am about ENTERTAINMENT. So Ed? I know you like working here. I know you like having something successful going for you, right? Ed Raymond nods his head yes, and Jason Johnson
accepts this and continues. Jason Johnson:
Being a very fair man, I feel it only necessary to at least offer
you a chance to fight for your job. Now,
before you go wetting yourself, I?ll tell you that the guy I?ve got
for you is no slouch. Neither
are you, but well? you?ll
see. Dutch Harris: What the hell is going on? What does Johnson have up his sleeve now? Eryk Masters: I have no idea... As Jason Johnson smirks at Ed Raymond in the ring, the lights turn Into shimmering spotlights and glitter begins to fall from the top of the arena. Suddenly, Mozart's "Requiem" begins to blare over the public address system. The fans in attendance realize the same thing Ed Raymond does at about the exact same time. The volume in the arena explodes while the eyes of Ed Raymond grow wide. Realizing that Ed understands, Jason Johnson smiles at him and nods. Jason Johnson: Its time Ed.... Eryk Masters: Oh no.... Dutch Harris: OH FUCKING YES!!! An image on the jumbotron comes to life - and the crowd roars again: THE ICON'S.... Dutch Harris: Holy Shit!!! THE ICON'S ARE BACK!!! Eryk Masters: NO!!! Nononononononononono!!!! I thought they quit for good!!! Edward
Raymond vs. Rocky Stellar As the glitter continues to fall, the crowd explodes louder than ever Before while Ed turns away from Jason Johnson and faces the ramp. The curtain parts slightly and standing there, staring a hole through Ed Raymond, is Rocky Stellar and Derian Jayde. The sight of the former tag team and best Friends back in the Shoot Project makes the arena explode again, while Ed Raymond stands there, eyes wide, stunned at the discovery. Dutch Harris: Ed Raymond needs to pin the Stellar One to retain his Position in Shoot!!! Eryk Masters: Oh God no!! Say this isn't happening!!! Stellar looks over at Derian Jayde, and Jayde - wearing a referee's shirt - stares back at Stellar. With a couple of cocky smiles, they take their first step off the ramp and start to walk down to the ring as Ed Raymond stares blankly ahead, mouth open slightly, stunned out of his mind. Dutch: Look at Ed!!! He's beside himself in horror!!! Eryk: This match SHOULD NOT take place. Ed Raymond has apparently Slipped into a state of shock. First, Jason Johnson returns...AND he brings the Icon's with him!!! It's too much for the creative genius to handle!!! Dutch: It looks like Derian Jayde has the referee shirt on for a reason, here Eryk. It looks like Jayde is going to be calling this match!!! Eryk: Oh my God...the deck is definitely stacked against Ed Raymond!! Stellar and Jayde reach the ring and, instead of climbing in, they turn and wander over to where Samantha Coil is seated outside of the ring. Stellar smiles at her as he reaches down and grabs the microphone, then he and Jade walk back up to the ring and climb in slowly. The crowd stops the cheering as he slowly walks, step by step by step toward Ed Raymond, still standing in the center of the ring, and the chant rises up over the arena. STEL-LAR....STEL-LAR....STEL-LAR.... Ed, pale as a ghost, begins to twitch slightly with his mouth still Hanging open, as Stellar walks up and gets right in his face. The chanting continues as Stellar slowly shifts the microphone over to his left hand and slowly...very slowly....raises the microphone to his lips. Stellar: Hi....Ed.... The right hand from Stellar blasts Ed Raymond dead in the face, Causing Jason Johnson to scatter from the ring. Immediately, Derian turns and Calls for the bell to ring, starting the match, while Stellar whips the microphone to the outside and follows Ed to the ropes like a cat pouncing on its prey. Ed rebounds from the ropes and Stellar nails him with a hard clothesline, spinning Ed 360 degrees in the air and landing him flat on his back as the crowd roars. Dutch Harris: Revenge is a dish best served cold Ed Raymond!!! Eryk Masters: Oh, God...I hope an ambulance is standing by.... Stellar bounces lightly off the ropes and drops a stiff elbow to the Center of Ed's chest, causing him to bounce hard on the mat. Stellar then rolls over, comes up kneeling, and begins slamming right hands into the face of Ed Raymond, causing his former "boss" to shudder with each hit. At about 5 punches, the crowd starts to cheer the punches on, singing along with the number of hits. Crowd: 13...14...15...16 Dutch Harris: Oh, this is going to get bloody. Eryk Masters: Hey, that's not legal!! This match is fixed!!! At 20, Derian Jayde rushes in and causes Stellar to break for the punches, grabbing his hand in the process and calling the shots to Ed Raymond illegal. Eryk Masters: Finally!! Derian Jayde realizes he is an official!!! Stellar stands up and nods his head in understanding, agreeing the shots to Ed Raymond were illegal. He turns his back to soak up the cheers from the crowd, giving Derian Jayde the opportunity to jump on Ed Raymond and begin throwing right hands of his own into Raymond's temple. This, again, causes the crowd to start singing along... Crowd: 13...14...15...16... Eryk Masters: What the hell is that!!! Dutch Harris: You gotta admit, Eryk....Ed Raymond had it coming!!! At the number 20, Derian jumps off Ed Raymond smiling and Stellar turns around laughing. He sees Ed still laying on the mat while Derian Jayde rubs his hand and the crowd roars. Then, Deej looks up at Stellar and shrugs his shoulders, then calls for the two to continue wrestling. Eryk Masters: Ed's in a bad place now. Dutch Harris: Actually, Eryk, I think he's in a happy place. He's out cold. Ed isn't moving after taking 40 right hands in the face, but it doesn't bother Stellar at all. He wanders over and reaches down and picks Ed up by his neck, then moves him into position for the Stellar-plex while the crowd roars. Stellar holds him in position for a few seconds, then lifts him into a suplex, before dropping him into a piledriver and hard onto his head. Ed crumples to the ground, and Stellar, slowly, bends over him for the cover. Dutch Harris: Looks like Stellar is going to be merciful here... Derian - slowly - swings around for final count, then finally bangs his hand on the mat real slow... 1... 2.... Stellar lifts Ed's head off the ground and the crowd roars. Dutch Harris: And Ed with a kickout!!! Eryk Masters: THAT WAS NO KICKOUT!!! Stellar pulled him up on purpose. Dutch Harris: I saw a kick out. Deej over exaggerates the "kickout" by thrusting two fingers in the air and at Stellar, totally with a smile on his face. Stellar, feigning shock, nods his head. He then stands up and grabs Ed Raymond by the hair again, hoisting him to his feet. He spins behind the creative genius and pulls his head back for the Stellar Drop...holding him with one arm in the air while the crowd screams. Dutch Harris: Ed's felt this move before!!! Eryk Masters: I just hope this move ends it... Stellar kicks his legs out and slams Ed's head into the canvas, popping up almost instantly to his feet, and staring down at Ed Raymond. He looks around the crowd, then over at his manager Derian Jayde. Then, with another smile, he points at Deej and nods his head, indicating he's going to do it again. He hoists Ed up in the same position, then drops Ed's head to the canvas again. Dutch Harris: Now, if Stellar really wanted revenge, he would do it one more time... Eryk masters: Shut Up!! Don't go giving him any ideas... Stellar hops back up, and with the crowd cheering him on, that shit Eating grin comes across his face again. He reaches down and hoists Ed Raymond up again - who is completely out on his feet. Stellar again goes behind him and latches in the hold for the Stellar Drop... Eryk Masters: Dammit!!! See what you did!! We need security down here pronto!!! And medical technicians!!! Stellar points at Deej with a smile with his left hand, then slaps Ed on the back hard and drives Ed's head even HARDER into the canvas. He then rolls Ed over onto his back, gets down on top and covers the Creative Genius. 1... 2... 3!!! The bell rings and Stellar climbs to his feet, hoist his arms into the air while the arena explodes into applause. Deej grabs Stellar's arm and holds it up to the crowd, while the two Icon's soak in the applause. Samantha Coil: The winner of this match, via pinfall, from Chicago....Rocky... Stellar rushes over and cuts Samantha off, then screams something out To her. She nods her head and continues. Samantha Coil: The winners of the match...the ICON'S!!! Stellar nods and reaches down for the microphone from her. He wanders Back into the ring and, as the crowd starts to quiet down, he looks over the packed arena before looking down at the creative genius out cold on his back. Stellar: Ed Raymond...I said 4 months ago that the third chapter in The Stellar One's wrestling career was to rid the world of you...so, I Would like to ask the fans to join me is a little song...na na na na...na na na na...hey hey hey...good bye. Na na na na.... As he leads the song on, paramedics rush out from behind the curtain and down to the ring to start attending to Ed Raymond. He continues to sing the song as he and Derian Jayde climb out of the ring and walk up the aisle, Stellar raising his arms up and down like a conductor. He disappears behind the curtain as the crowd chanting continues. Dutch Harris: Does this mean what I think it means? Eryk Masters: It's unfair... the departure of OUR creative genius... so unfair... Jason watches now as the Icon's leave the ring and Raymond is wheeled out via a stretcher. Jason Johnson stops the stretcher for a moment. Jason Johnson: And in case it hasn't been finalized in your mind, Ed.... You're fired! "Only the Strong" by Flaw begins to play once again as the stretcher is wheeled to the back. Jason Johnson follows, a smile on his face. Dutch Harris: He made a lot of strong statements tonight, some good and some not good, but bottom line is... I'm glad Jason Johnson is back in power! Eryk Masters: You would be... The
Mason-Dixon Express vs. Fujita and Ryo Kitano As
the camera goes to center ring, the sound of "Under Fire" by
Yoshinobu Kanayama is heard over the sound system.
We see Kazuma Fujita and Ryu Kitano standing in the far corner,
with their arms folded across their chests. Samantha
steps into the spotlight? Samantha:
?Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a Tag Team contest,
scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, and is for the SHOOT
PROJECT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!? The
crowd roars in appreciation, as the theme music for Fujita and Kitano
continues to play over the sound system, and Samantha continues her
introductions. Samantha:
?Introducing first, in the far corner, visiting SHOOT PROJECT all the
way from JAPAN, at a combined weight of 447 Pounds, representing the
FUJITA FURY DOJO here are RYU KITANO and KAZUMA FUJITA!!!? The
fans give Fujita and Kitano a rousing ovation, and the fans in the stands
hurl streamers at the ring, like the tradition in Japanese ?Puroresu.?
Fujita raises one arm over his head to acknowledge the ovation, and
he looks mildly surprised at the warm reception and streamers.
Kitano kicks the streamers out of the ring, as the sound of
?Under Fire? fades, and is replaced by the sound of OZZY! ?ALL ABOARD!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!? As
the fans in Oklahoma erupt in cheers, a spotlight goes to the head of the
runway, where we see Diamond Del Carver and Die Hard Dave Marz standing
side by side. Both men are
wearing the Shoot Project Tag Team Championship Belts around their waists,
and matching ?MASON/DIXON EXPRESS? T-shirts, with their custom logo
featuring a cross of Old Glory and The Mississippi State Flag, and as
Ozzy's deafening rendition of Crazy Train continues to blast, the Shoot
Project Tag Team Champions make their way down the aisle, climb into the
ring, and take their positions in the corner across from the challengers
from Japan. The four men are
staring at each other intently. The
Mason/Dixon Express' theme music fades, as referee Scott Kamura takes the
belts from Carver and Marz, and holds them over his head. Samantha:
?AND NOW?At a combined weight of 490 pounds, hailing from
Jackson, Mississippi and Ozone Park New York respectively, here are your
SHOOT PROJECT REIGNING AND DEFENDING WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS:
Diamond Del Carver and Die Hard Dave Marz:
THE MASON/DIXON EXPRESS!? Both
Carver and Marz hold their arms over their head to acknowledge the cheers
of the crowd. Samantha exits
the ring, as the bell rings... As
the fans stomp their feet and clap their hands in unison, Del Carver and
Kazuma Fujita stand face to face in the middle of the ring! Dutch
Harris: ?Here we are fans, ready to go with our SHOOT PROJECT Tag Team
Champions facing the challengers from Japan!? Eryk
Masters: ?Well I hope Carver and Marz are READY!? For
a moment, the two men stand chest to chest, just staring at each other. The
tension is unreal. The fans are stomping and clapping in unison, and both
teams are leaning over the ropes, watching in keen interest. Carver
and Fujita stare at each other for a moment, and finally, Del Carver steps
back, and SLAMS a forearm right into the side of Fujita's HEAD! Fujita
takes it, and smiles! Now,
Fujita rears back, and slams a forearm of his own, right upside Del
Carver's head! Carver staggers backwards a few steps, shaking his head.
Carver steadies himself, and then throws another forearm, once again
nailing Fujita in the side of the head! Fujita
takes it again, and returns the shot! Carver stumbles back, shaken up.
Fujita grabs Carver around the wrist, and fires him into the ropes. As Del
rebounds, Fujita propels himself off the far rope himself, and then meets
Carver in the middle, with a HUGE shoulder-tackle! Carver
stays standing! Del is swaying a bit, but then he drops back into the
ropes, and comes off, rebounding into Fujita with a shoulderblock of his
own! Fujita
takes it! The
two men stand face to face again, as the fans come to their feet! Eryk
Masters: ?Man, this is STRONG STYLE!? Dutch
Harris: ?Del Carver doing his best to prove that he can stand up with a
legend from the Far East.? Del
Carver backs up, bounces off the rope, and lays a huge clubbing forearm
across the chest of Kazuma Fujita! Fujita backs up a bit, and winces in
pain, but stays standing. He looks at Carver, and shakes his head! Carver
backs up, bounces off the ropes again, but Fujita gets a big boot up, and
brutally kicks Carver in the face! Carver goes down in a heap! Kazuma
Fujita calmly reaches down, and hoists Del Carver back up. With a sudden
smooth motion, Fujita FIRES Del Carver around in the air, in a scoop
powerslam! WHAM! Carver
hits the mat, and lays there for a moment, stunned. Fujita backs off, and
crouches down, looking at Carver warily. Slowly,
Carver stumbles to his feet. Carver grabs Fujita in a rear waistlock, and
tucks his head under one of Fujita's arms. Carver launches Fujita back,
and the challenger lands right on the back of his head, in a backdrop! Carver
drops down for the cover, but before Kamura can even go for a count,
Fujita kicks out! Eryk
Master: ?Fujita is having none of that!? Dutch
Harris: ?Fujita just took a backdrop right onto the back of his head,
and then kicked out like it was nothing!? Carver
looks over at Fujita in shock, and then starts to get to his feet.
Amazingly, Fujita is up first! Fujita boots Carver in the gut, doubling
him over. Fujita circles behind Carver, slaps on a waist lock of his own,
and then fires Carver backwards in his OWN backdrop! THUD! Carver
hits the mat a full speed, and Fujita makes the lateral press for the
cover! ONE! TWO! Carver
kicks out, just in time! As
he starts to get up, Fujita grabs Carver by the wrist and throws him into
the ropes. Carver bounces off, and charges back towards Fujita. Fujita
ducks down, preparing for a backdrop, but he telegraphs the maneuver, so
Carver stops short, and fires up a wicked looking kick into the chest of
Fujita, as the crowd gasps. Fujita
staggers back. Carver slaps on a powerful front face lock, and then with a
huge effort, hoists Fujita into the air, and DRIVES him into the mat with
an impaler DDT! Carver makes the cover! Eryk
Masters: ?ONE! TWO!? Dutch
Harris: ?NO! Fujita kicks out with authority!? Del is close to his corner, and
looks over at Die Hard Dave Marz. The winded Carver reaches out, to make
the tag to Dave Marz? Dave
Marz shakes his head, and steps back! The
fans go dead silent, and Carver looks at Dave Marz in shock.
As Carver, Fujita, and the referee look on in shock, Dave Marz
slowly peels off his Mason/Dixon Express T-Shirt?and then he THROWS it
in the face of Diamond Del Carver! As
Del Carver looks on in shock, Dave Marz stares at Del for a long moment,
then rolls his eyes, shakes his head in disgust, and hops off the apron.
Dave Marz WALKS AWAY, up the aisle with a smirk on his face! Del
Carver merely stands there, his face frozen in shock. The fans finally come alive, and realize that Dave Marz is
deserting Del Carver. The
fans start to jeer and boo loudly, and hurl garbage at Dave Marz as he
slowly strolls up the aisle to the locker room.
Some fans start to chant: ?YOU SOLD OUT!
YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD
OUT!? Dave
Marz ignores the hostile reaction from the fans, and disappears into the
back! Dutch
Harris: ?WHAT THE BLOODY
HELL IS GOING ON HERE?? Eryk
Masters: ?I?ll tell you
what Dutch! Dave Marz is
TIRED of carrying Del Carver! He
just walked out on him! Ha Ha
Ha!? Del Carver stands frozen, holding the shirt that Dave Marz threw in his face. Scott Kamura steps towards Kazuma Fujita, and starts to speak to him in Japanese, as Carver stares up the aisle blankly. Fujita
and Kamura seem to be having a disagreement, as Fujita shakes his head
several times. Scott Kamura
speaks to Ryu Kitano on the apron, who also shakes his head.
Finally, Scott Kamura shrugs, and heads over to talk to Samantha.
All the while, Del Carver stands in one spot, holding the
Mason/Dixon Express T-Shirt that Dave Marz threw in his face, and stares
up the aisle, as if he is waiting for Die Hard to come back. Dutch
Harris: ?I?I can?t
understand this!? Eryk
Masters: ?I?ll say this
much?it?s obvious that Dave Marz not showing up last week when Carver
fought Mathews and Martz alone was NOT a mistake, and NOW we know why The
Mason/Dixon Express didn?t cut ONE promo all week!
There was DISSENTION!? Fujita
and Kitano stand in their corner, as Del stares up the aisle, and Kamura
leans over the rope, and talks to Samantha.
Samantha nods, rings the bell, and then speaks into the microphone. Samantha:
?LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: Dave
Marz has walked out on this match, leaving Del Carver ALONE to face Fujita
and Kitano?HOWEVER, Kazuma Fujita has informed SHOOT PROJECT Head
Official Scott Kamura that he and Ryu Kitano will NOT fight Diamond Del
Carver in a HANDICAP MATCH as he feels that would be dishonorable conduct.
THEREFORE?Scott Kamura has NO CHOICE but to declare this match a
NO CONTEST, and due to the desertion of Dave Marz, Mr. Kamura is now
officially declaring the SHOOT PROJECT WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES?VACANT!? The
fans explode in boos, hurling garbage and abuse at the ring.
The negative reaction seems to wake up Del Carver.
Samantha hands the Title Belts up to Scott Kamura, who tucks them
under his arm. Del stares at Scott Kamura for a moment, and then down at the
Mason/Dixon Express T-Shirt in his hand. Del
THROWS the shirt to the mat in anger, and then RIPS off his own shirt and
throws it on the mat too. Del
rolls out of the ring, and limps up the aisle, stonefaced. Scott Kamura shakes hands with Kazuma Fujita, as the fans
continue to boo. Dutch
Harris: ?I don?t even
know what to say. At least
Mr. Fujita wasn?t like Mathews and Martz last week and teaming up on Del
Carver. Fujita is a man of
honor, and he knows that beating a man two on one is no accomplishment.? Eryk
Masters: ?Never mind THAT
Harris, we just saw the DEATH of the Mason/Dixon Express?and now the
World Tag Team Titles are VACANT! WOW!? As the fans continue to register what just happened the camera cuts to the back stage area where the camera is following Rocky Stellar and Derian Jayde out the door. They are both wheeling luggage Across the floor, and dressed up as if ready to go out. Stellar: So, what do you think Deej? Dinner or a strip club? They continue to walk, as the camera follows them. Derian Jayde: Dude, you need to learn to conserve...we should get dinner AT the strip club. Stellar nods his head. Stellar: See, that's why I hired you as a manager. You know how to diversify... From an open side door, the steel chair flies out and slams Stellar right in the side of the head, flooring him. A figure steps out of the door and swings the chair again, nailing Derian Jayde in the head and sending him sprawling. The crowd in the arena above begins to boo loudly as J.L. Martz steps out into the hallway holding the chair and staring down at Stellar. He then lifts the chair over his head and swings it down on the ICON again. Then, with a pissed off smirk, he whips the chair to the ground and, without saying a word, walks away. Dutch Harris: (From Ringside) And Martz now exacting some revenge for his once former boss... but with every attack from Martz, it seems like this man has a particular vested interest in Rocky Stellar and The ICON's Eryk Masters: (From Ringside) Well The Stellar One was the reason Raymond lost his job... of course he'd have vested interest. Now in the gorilla position, John Thomas stands in wait. No more time lies in between him and the greatest encounter in his career. He stands ready, just outside of his locker room, leaning up against the wall. Head up to the ceiling, eyes closed. As he stands there, Monday Night Title wrapped around his waist someone approaches him. The current Cruiserweight Champion... Jun Kenshin. Jun Kenshin: Hey, John. Thomas opens his eyes and sees Kenshin. He looks at him, he to having heard the buzz. John Thomas: Jun. I didn't expect to see you. Kenshin manages a half smile. Jun Kenshin: Yeah wasn't so sure myself. Listen, I just want to wish you best of luck against Mallows out there. If anyone is the future of this company, and if anyone can keep the future from being in that man's hands... it's you, John. Good luck. Kenshin starts off down the hall but Thomas calls after him. John Thomas: Hey man, where you going? Kenshin turns back over his shoulder. Jun Kenshin: I've got some thinking to do. Kenshin walks off and John Thomas heads in the other direction now. John Thomas: Thinking. For me, no more time to think. Tonight, it happens. Tonight I finish this. Fade to ringside. Vincent
Mallows vs. John Thomas Slowly
the steel cage structure, that has been hanging overhead the whole time,
begins to lower. Immediately
the jam-packed Ford Center erupts with wild anticipation. Dutch
Harris: For my money?s worth, it doesn?t get much better than this
match right here right now. John Thomas and Vincent Mallows, battle for the Monday Night
title and the kicker? it is inside a steel cage! Eryk
Masters: We have been apart of a very, well odd feeling night so far, but
I think the fans are finally going to get what they want.
This match is going to be sick, and I Like it! Dutch
Harris: The cage is set in place; senior official Scott Kamura is ready,
this saga comes to its conclusion, only question is? who will walk away
the victor. Eryk
Masters: Damned if I know, Dutch? but I?ll bet on neither man being
able to actually walk away from this one tonight.
It?s going to be brutal. The
fans come to a settle now, though still buzzing with excitement.
Samantha Coil rises up from her seat ringside, which gets the fans
to pop a bit again. Samantha
Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a Steel Cage match for the
SHOOT Project Monday Night Championship!!! The
lights go dark. Soon the fans
begin to stir uncomfortably as the chilling rifts of ?My Immortal? by
Evanescence begin to play. ?I'm
so tired of being here Then a
blinding flash of blood red light illuminates the arena.
Now standing inside the entryway is Vincent Mallows.
He does not come before the masses in his Armani suit.
Tonight he wears a pair of ripped up black jeans.
He goes shirtless with a single black glove worn on his left hand. Slowly
he moves towards the ring now, looking directly at the cage in front of
him. As he walks the lights
go in and out from darkness to blinding red, making it very hard to see
him fully. ?You
used to captivate me Samantha
Coil: Introducing first, the challenger.
He hails from Waterbury, Vermont? weighing in at Two Hundred and
Forty Seven Pounds. This is
Vincent Mallows!!! The boos
ring out, making the music become a background noise, almost drowned out
completely by the fans. ?These
wounds won't seem to heal Mallows
heads up the steps and into the steel cage.
As he moves center of the ring, the lights suddenly return to
normal, and for the first time he can be seen fully.
Mallows? hair is a gone? completely gone. His goatee is a blood
red? and the letters JT are painted in black paint on his forehead! ?When
you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears Dutch
Harris: My god, Mallows is? I don?t even know what to say! ?I
held your hand through all of these years Mallows
just stands there now, eyes fixated on the entryway. ?I've
tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone His
music slowly fades out now, and boos continue to ring out.
Not the typical love to hate boos, but pure disgust and hatred
boos. Eryk
Masters: There is no respect, no sympathy? no nothing for that man in
the ring right now. Everyone
here wants to see Vincent Mallows be put down for good. Dutch
Harris: Will John Thomas be the man to do it though? He admitted to the world that he knows Mallows can play games
better? can the Durable One withstand a match of this capacity? Eryk
Masters: I?ve said it once, John Thomas is not a smart man?
But he?s strong, skilled, and has more guts than most of that
roster behind the back curtain. My money is on Thomas tonight. ?I
wish I would've met you The
crowd, as soon as they hear the opening lyrics to ?Hey Man Nice Shot?
by Filter, erupts with deafening cheers!
The energy inside the Ford Center does a complete 180 as now every
single fan is standing up out of their seats! Eryk
Masters: And look at this Dutch, these fans are going nuts! Dutch Harris: That?s what I?m talking about. Thomas has easily become the number one wrestler around here, and I?d like any other wrestler to come before me and tell me that they are a hard worker, and more dedicated than the Monday Night Champion. ?They
think that your early ending Golden
and silver pyros shoot off rapidly towards the arena rafters now as John
Thomas comes walking out from the back, and walking with a purpose.
The fans pick up yet another level, nearly blowing the roof off of
the arena. ?a
man As
the smoke clears from the pyrotechnics John Thomas is clearly seen with
the Monday Night Title slung over his right shoulder.
His eyes are deadlocked on Vincent Mallows as he walks one full
circle around the ring. Dutch Harris: Its almost like Thomas is stalking Mallows? the mind games already start. ?now
that the smokes gone Finally
Thomas starts to make his way up the steel steps, but stopping just inside
the steel cage. Referee Scott Kamura keeps Vincent at bay? and Vincent does
not even struggle. ?you'd
fight and you were right Samantha Coil: And his opponent. He weighs in at Two Hundred and Two Pounds, and he is The SHOOT Project?s MONDAY NIGHT CHAMPION!! Ladies and Gentlemen, Here is John Thomas!!! ?a
man From
there Thomas? music fades. He
stands just inside of the ropes, narrowed eyes at Vincent.
Vincent looks as well, but seems incredibly too calm.
Slowly Thomas turns and hands his Monday Night Title belt to Scott
Kamura. Kamura holds it up
for Mallows to see, and then for the entire arena to see. Eryk
Masters: Oh man, just get this fight on already? these two are both
ready to explode. Kamura
takes the title now and hands it outside of the ring to the nearest ring
crewmember. From there Kamura
closes the steel cage door and motions both combatants to the center of
the ring. Samantha
Coil: The rules for this match are as follows. The only way to score a
victory is to exit the steel cage, either through the door or over the
top! The
fans cheer now as Thomas looks up the cage and nods his head.
Mallows the whole time, still just stands there, watching.
There is energy in the stillness, as Kamura checks each man for any
illegal weapons. Then? the
bell sounds. *Ding
Ding Ding* The
fans already on edge watch as Mallows and Thomas circle each other inside
the cage, both men looking for the opportune time to strike.
Mallows lunges in first and gets into a quick grapple with Thomas.
Thomas however quickly breaks, darting to the side. He locks around
Mallows now, his arms locked around Mallows? waist.
Mallows struggles but quickly sends a hard, back elbow to Thomas?
face. Thomas reels back and Mallows faces him.
Mallows grabs him by the arm and looks to swing him into the ropes,
but Thomas reverses. Mallows
heads into the ropes and as he comes bouncing back Thomas lands a quick
dropkick to the knee. Mallows
falls to one knee and Thomas looks to drop an elbow to Mallows? shoulder
blade, but Mallows quickly falls all the way down and rolls out of the
way. He springs back up to
his feet and Thomas turns to him? Eryk
Masters: A back and forth game to start this one off? neither man giving
way to the other. Dutch
Harris: Mallows trying to be one-step ahead, but Thomas keeps on stepping
up as well. At this rate
these two will tire themselves out before anyone gets an offense off. The two
men quickly lock into grapple again, the fans backing Thomas now.
Thomas works Mallows into the corner and wedges him up against the
turnbuckles. Quickly Thomas
lifts his knee into Mallows? gut. Then
another one. Mallows slumps over and Thomas hooks him and looks to go for
a DDT. Mallows counters with
a kidney punch however, and then turns the tables on Thomas. Mallows
grabs Thomas and pushes him into the corner now and immediately goes at
him with a series of quick knife-edge chops.
He then grabs Thomas by the hand and whips him towards the opposite
corner. Thomas hits the
turnbuckle chest first, and he stumbles backward right into Mallows.
Mallows grabs him from the back of the head, quickly he pulls
Thomas downward and places Thomas into a reverse headlock. Eryk
Masters: Could see one hell of a DDT here. Dutch
Harris: No, Mallows elevating Thomas up into the air, what does Mallows
have in mind? Eryk
Masters: Could be nothing, Thomas flailing those legs? Mallows
gets Thomas into a vertical position, but Thomas flips himself over using
the momentum and brings Mallows down to the mat with a reverse DDT.
The fans pick up now as Mallows rolls about on the mat in pain,
holding the back of his head. Thomas gets up to his feet now and looks towards the steel
cage. However he notices
Mallows getting up, out of the corner of his eye, and turns back towards
him. Thomas pulls Mallows up to his feet now and quickly twists his arm
around into an arm bar lock. Thomas
capitalizes on the pain and drives his shoulder into Vincent?s shoulder
socket, bringing Vincent to one knee.
He lands another hard elbow, and again Mallows winces.
Thomas pulls the arm outward a bit and goes from elbows to the
shoulder, to a hard kick right into the back, where the shoulder meets the
neck. He drops
Mallows back down onto the mat, all the while Mallows holding his
shoulder. Eryk
Masters: This one could be over; all Thomas has to do is walk out of that
door. But something tells me,
Dutch? Thomas doesn?t want this one to be over.
Not yet. Thomas
now moves into the corner, eyeing the fallen Vincent Mallows.
He then begins to climb up to the top-turnbuckle and again the fans
start to pick up. A ?Thomas!? chant sounds now as the fans urge him on.
Thomas ascends to the top turnbuckle and turns his back on Mallows.
He nods his head but once, however just as he is about to leap,
Mallows rises up to his feet. Quickly
Mallows moves into the corner, grabbing both of Thomas? legs just as he
leaps off. Mallows uses this
momentum to spin Thomas around and bring him crashing down onto the mat
via somewhat of a reverse electric chair drop! The fans
respond with a cringing ?Ooooh? Thomas?
head and body bounce off the mat showing the force in which Mallows
whipped him towards the ground. Mallows
leans up against the corner now, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.
The fans begin to boo now as Mallows seems to have taken control of
this match. Dutch
Harris: Thomas going for that ?just your average Moonsault? maybe
looking to end this early, but Mallows capitalized.
Which just goes to show you, turning your back on Vincent Mallows
can be a very dangerous thing. Eryk
Masters: You think so Dutch? Dutch
Harris: I do. And now Mallows
in firm control as he stalks over Thomas? maybe sizing him up for the
hopeless downfall, but honestly who knows if Mallows even wants to end
this thing. Mallows
follows closely behind Thomas as Thomas crawls towards the rope, a little
woozy from taking such a hit to the head. Thomas gets the ropes and pulls
himself up to his feet. He
has no time to get his bearings back, however, as Mallows quickly grabs
him from behind and spins him facing forward.
He swings Thomas into the ropes now and as Thomas comes bouncing
back, he swings for a lariat early. Thomas
ducks down thinking Mallows is going to follow through, but he doesn?t
and Mallows gets Thomas into a headlock and uses Thomas? running
momentum for a snapping vertical suplex!
Mallows quickly props Thomas up into a sitting position right after
the suplex and immediately locks in a sleeper hold. Dutch
Harris: Mallows looking to wear Thomas down, and given this past week,
Mallows is actually looking collected here tonight in this match up. Eryk
Masters: Calm before the storm, Dutch.
Mallows is playing this up I know.
He?s surrounded by metal? Thomas has nowhere to go? that?s
just putting Mallows into an easy spot. Dutch
Harris: Well that may or may not be the case, but Thomas is slowly fading
and Scott Kamura is on hand to check the situation. Eryk
Masters: Thomas has been through hell before; one little sleeper hold is
not going to keep this man out. The
Monday Night Champ is much too stupid? he?ll make Mallows go his
breaking point, he?ll lose pints of blood, before finally even possibly
falling to the sleeper hold. Kamura
continues to check the situation as Mallows screams out, ?Not yet!?
Thomas continues to fade now? Thomas? arms begin to droop.
Mallows nods his head slowly but continues to shout out ?Not
Yet!? Slowly as Kamura goes
in for the arm raising, the fans begin to chant. ?THOMAS!
THOMAS! THOMAS!? Mallows
nods his head? with a smile on his face. Dutch
Harris: What? Vincent Mallows
is encouraging the cheers? Kamura
lifts Thomas? arm and it droops down.
The fans continue to cheer, more intensely now.
Kamura lifts Thomas? hand a second time? and this time?
Thomas keeps it raised up! The
fans cheer as the match is motioned to continue.
Mallows is smiling now as Thomas starts to come back, as he
continues nodding his head. Thomas
up to one knee, a quick elbow to the side.
Thomas up to both feet, another elbow into his side.
Mallows? lock on the hold starts to loosen and Thomas brings both
of his arms up behind Mallows? head and brings him down onto his
shoulder for a jawbreaker! Mallows
reels backwards now and Thomas quickly grabs him by the arm pulling him
back in the other direction. He
swings Mallows into the rope and uses that momentum to nails Mallows with
an atomic drop upon bouncing back. Mallows
staggers backward in pain and Thomas follows right up with a high flipping
dropkick! Eryk
Masters: Right on target with Mallows? jaw!
What a drop kick! Thomas
falls down onto the mat as well, but quickly rolls onto his back and kips
up onto his feet! The fans
pop big time for this as Thomas looks down towards the fallen Mallows? a
smile now on his face. Thomas
watches as Mallows inches towards the ropes slowly, but he just shakes his
head. Quickly he grabs
Mallows leg and pulls him center of the ring.
He puts Mallows on his back and immediately pins him down and
deliver a succession of hard fists! The fans count along as Thomas just
pummels Mallows. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Thomas
pauses, looks out to the fans, winds up, and just decks Mallows right
across the face and busting
open his lip. TEN! Dutch
Harris: Listen to these fans and look at that, Mallows is the first to
bleed. Thomas
gets up off of Mallows now and starts towards the side of the steel cage.
As he begins to climb, Mallows slowly tries to get to his feet,
fumbling around on the ground? seemingly unable to support his own
weight right now. Eryk
Masters: Mallows is out of it and Thomas is heading to the top! Mallows
suddenly shouts something to the referee, and Kamura moves to him.
He crouches down low, trying to help Mallows up, but Mallows just
collapses. Kamura assesses
the situation and then quickly turns to the back.
He places his arms in a crossing X position, with his wrists
touching. Immediately
the fans begin to buzz with confusion. Eryk
Masters: Thomas continuing to climb, but I think Mallows is out?
something must have happened? I? I don?t know. Kamura
continues to motion to the back, and quickly the medical staff starts down
toward the ring. Thomas
starts to descend the cage siding, while Kamura still has his back turned.
Just as the EMT?s reach the ring, Mallows suddenly springs up to
his feet and just NAILS Kamura from behind.
Kamura goes down just as Thomas escapes the cage!
He starts to celebrate, but the bell doesn?t sound, nothing. Dutch
Harris: Damn it! They should
have known better? we should have known better. Eryk
Masters: This match continues and Thomas doesn?t even realize it yet?
this is not looking food for the Durable One. Mallows
escapes the ring now through the door, pushing the EMT?s out of the way.
He ducks under the ring, flipping up the ring apron, and pulls out
a steel chair. Thomas turns
around now, realizing that his victory is not being announced.
As he looks into the ring he sees the down and out Kamura, and the
absence of Vincent Mallows. Thomas
shakes his head with worry and frustration now as he moves now, looking
around each side of the ring. First
he moves to the far side, looking? but Mallows isn?t there.
As Thomas turns now to go towards the other side of the ring,
Mallows lunges out of no where and nearly BEHEADS Thomas with the chair! Thomas
falls instantly to the floor and the fans are just beside themselves now.
Mallows grabs Thomas now, dragging him by the arm as he makes his
way towards the cage entrance. He drops the chair now and throws Thomas
into the cage. He then picks
up the chair and throws it into the cage as well.
Finally he grabs the stretcher from the EMT crew that was on hand,
and he brings that into the ring as well. Dutch
Harris: Mallows will never change? Mallows using these same deceitful
tactics. Eryk
Masters: It?s what gets him what he wants, and as much as I hate it, in
this business it?s all about what you do to get ahead. And now, Mallows is certainly ahead. Mallows
slams the cage door behind him now and leaves the stretcher blocking off
the door. He takes some of
the straps from the stretcher and begins to tie then to the adjacent sides
of the steel cage. The fans
watch as Mallows pretty much makes it impossible to get out of the door. Dutch
Harris: My god? he?s making exit nearly impossible. He has blockaded the door with that stretcher! Thomas
starts to stir as Mallows finishes tying the stretcher to the cage.
Mallows takes notice to this and moves over towards him.
He brings Thomas up to his feet now and violently whips him into
the corner. As Thomas comes staggering back Mallows winds up and nails
Crushing doubt, his standing split legged vertical roundhouse kick to the
face. Thomas falls back down
to the mat and now Mallows just leaves him for down and out and moves to
Kamura. He starts to try to
make Kamura come to, and just as he does so, Mallows turns away and begins
to climb the cage. Eryk
Masters: This just might be it. If
Thomas doesn?t get up soon, this is going to be over. Dutch
Harris: the fans on edge, nobody wants to see it go down this way?
Thomas already had this thing won, he escaped the cage, but it was no
good? Mallows had blatantly taken out the referee. Kamura
finally starts up to his feet, and sees Thomas down and Mallows climbing
the cage. He seems confused
but watches on now as Mallows continues up the cage.
Thomas however SOMEHOW manages to stir, and the fans erupt! Mallows
hearing the fans, looks over his shoulder to see for himself that Thomas
is in fact rising up to his feet. Mallows
shouts out with anger as he starts shaking the cage violently! Quickly
Mallows begins to descend the cage, heading back towards Thomas who is
staggering up to his feet. Mallows
gets to the mat now and just rushes at Thomas.
He looks to hit a clothesline but Thomas ducks under.
Mallows quickly turns around and as he does so Thomas just nails a
spinning heel kick out of nowhere. Both men
fall to the mat now and the fans cannot believe it. Eryk
Masters: Jesus? this one still going.
Where does Thomas get this strength from? Durable? More
like freaking indestructible! Dutch
Harris: Thomas finding some will to keep going, but now is out again, but
at least Mallows is down with him. The
slate has been cleared and it?s once again anybody?s match. Mallows
is the first to start stirring, but seems a bit disoriented at first.
He gets on all fours, his blood dripping from his mouth.
Mallows for the first time sees the blood and suddenly he looks up
and his eyes go wide. He
wipes his mouth, the blood on his hand, and he slowly turns himself around
to face Thomas. Thomas starts to sit up and Mallows moves towards him and
lifts him up to his feet. Mallows
swings Thomas into the ropes now and as he comes bouncing back Mallows
winds up for a left handed European uppercut.
Thomas ducks under though and catches Mallows off guard. He works
to lock in the cross face chicken wing, but Mallows struggles.
Thomas shifts strategy and sends a hard punch into the back of
Mallows. He then runs Mallows
right towards the edge of the ring, and tosses him right into the steel
caging! Mallows bounces off
the caging and as he spins around Thomas takes him right down to the mat
with an arm drag take-over. Again
he starts to assault the left shoulder of Mallows, dropping a quick series
of knees onto the shoulder blade. Dutch
Harris: Thomas working that shoulder and managing to kill two birds with
one stone. If Mallows? arm
is injured, he won?t be able to hit that uppercut that sets up for the
Hopeless downfall, and in turn if Thomas applies the Cross Face
Chicken-Wing, Mallows will be in a whole heck of a lot of pain. Eryk
Masters: No joke, but I think Thomas just needs to get out of the ring?
he?s running on a second wind now, but that?s bound to die out
eventually. Thomas
brings Mallows up to his feet now, still holding onto the left arm and
runs him in the opposite direction. He
sends Mallows into the cage again, smashing him into the caging with
aggressive force. This time
Thomas lets Mallows fall down onto the mat. The fans going crazy as
Mallows is now a bloody mess. Thomas
starts now towards the cage door? seeing for the first time that it has
been blockaded. He shakes his
head and starts to untie it, while Mallows lies out seemingly unconscious,
blood running from his forehead. Thomas
gets one strap un-done? but there are two tied on each side, meaning he
has three more to go. Thomas
starts untying another one, as Mallows rolls over onto his stomach. Eryk
Masters: Thomas either better get in this match or start untying faster, I
think Mallows is coming to? and again I don?t see how some of these
guys do it. Thomas
successfully unties another thread, and he tries to rip the stretcher out
of the way. However it is
still stuck, also wedged in behind the steel post.
Mallows continues to roll? making his way over to the far side of
the cage. He grabs onto the
ropes and then pulls himself to a standing position.
Mallows staggers a bit and then grabs onto the cage to stand up.
Thomas doesn?t see this as he gets another strap untied.
Mallows sees Thomas though and instead of climbing the cage, he
starts towards Thomas. Dutch
Harris: Thomas better turn around? and ? oh? Mallows with a running
body splash to Thomas! Thomas
is knocked into the stretcher and bounces back. Mallows carries that momentum and lifts Thomas off of his
feet. Immediately he then
tosses Thomas into the cage! Thomas
hits hard and falls onto the ropes. Mallows
then grabs Thomas by the head and starts grinding his head into the
caging. Eryk
Masters: Mallows tearing that flesh on Thomas? face by grinding it?
sick. Mallows
continues to grind, until Thomas begins to bleed now and once drawing
blood, Mallows pulls Thomas away from the caging, and just throws him
down, back of the head first, onto the mat.
Mallows turns back to the cage now and once again slowly begins his
climb at the far end of the ring. The
fans again watch with nervousness and worry as Mallows heads up the cage.
Thomas stirs only slightly, but it is not certain if he?ll be
able to get up. As Mallows continues to climb, he suddenly stops, wincing
in pain as Thomas has really done a number on that left shoulder of his. Dutch
Harris: Make that three birds with one stone, Mallows? arm and shoulder
seem to be giving him some trouble as he climbs the cage. Eryk
Masters: That might buy Thomas some time? if the champ can get to his
feet! Dutch
Harris: Mallows back to climbing now.
He?s nearing the top, but wait, Thomas now? Sure
enough the fans pick up once more as Thomas pulls on the ropes to help him
get to his feet. He quickly
moves toward the far end of the ring, starts shaking the steel cage.
Mallows slips up a bit but continues to climb.
Thomas having no other choice starts to climb as well.
The fans are on the edge of their seats now, some are even standing
as Thomas quickly catches up with Mallows. Mallows
reaches the top of the cage now, but Thomas is right there with him,
pulling himself up in the process. Mallows turns and very cautiously grabs
Thomas and the two begin to struggle on the top of the cage. The fans
watch as the fight goes back and forth, Thomas throwing a fist, then
Mallows right back. Then
Thomas? then Mallows. Mallows
finally gets the slight offense now as he blocks a shot from Thomas and
then decks him. Thomas falters and almost falls off the cage, but manages
catch himself. Slowly Mallows
turns to the cage and looks to climb down. Thomas
however grabs him by the feet, and trips him up! Eryk
Masters: He?s gonna fall, Vincent is gonna fall! Last
second, Mallows twists himself around and he now is hanging upside
vertically off the steel cage, with Thomas holding onto his feet!
Thomas stands up all the way, feet hooked under his arms and all
the fans start cheering like crazy! There
he stands, Mallows shaking his head and flailing his arms furiously! Dutch
Harris: No way! He?s not
going to? Eryk
Masters: Oh he is!! Thomas
quickly drops all his momentum backward and modifies a catapult that sends
Mallows flying back into the ring and crashing onto the mat below! The fans
start to chant now?. ?Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!? Thomas
falls as well, but the position of his feet get him caught up in the steel
connector that lines the top of each side of the cage? and Thomas finds
himself hanging upside down? eyes wincing in agony. Dutch
Harris: I can?t believe he just did that!
Thomas just catapulted Vincent off of the steel cage!! Eryk
Masters: Yeah but I think he hurt himself in the process? he got his
right foot caught in a horrible way. Dutch
Harris: Thomas hanging now, trying to get himself free, Mallows completely
out on the mat? man this has turned into a wreck. Kamura
goes to Thomas? aid; trying to get himself up close enough to maybe help
Thomas free himself. In the
meantime Thomas shouts out ?my ankle!
Damn it, my ankle!? Obviously
hurt. The fans have come to a
sense of quiet now, worried for Thomas? and because the action has
literally come to a complete stand still. Eryk
Masters: Well I don?t know what?s going to happen, Thomas seems to be
really stuck, and that ankle looks pretty bad from where we?re sitting. Kamura
tries to help out, but every time he does so, Thomas screams out in pain.
All this time, Mallows very slowly begins to move.
He barely gets to all fours, but he does so, crawling now,
seemingly not even sure of where he is.
Blood pretty much covers the part of the mat where he fell on now
as he scrambles towards the ropes. Thomas continues to hang upside, slowly
fading out from the blood rushing to his head, as he is unable to keep his
body elevated. Mallows
rises to his feet now, having a very difficult time standing.
He does however look to see the situation and as quickly as
possible, he grabs the chair that he brought into the ring earlier in the
match. The fans watch on now,
shouting and booing as Mallows sizes up the helpless John Thomas! Dutch
Harris: Dear god no! Mallows
staggeringly rushes at Thomas, swinging the chair back.
As he reaches Thomas he just CRUSHES him with the chair at full
force! Thomas? blood flies
in every direction as Mallows connects square with the face. Again the
fans are beside themselves? ?HOLY
SHIT!? chants start up once more, but are quickly replaced by deafening
boos. Thomas
collapses down onto the mat now, the chair shot packing enough force to
jar his foot free from being trapped.
Mallows falls backwards as well, using quite a bit of his strength
up to make the running chair shot. Eryk
Masters: Both men down again, and I am still reeling from that chair shot!
Jesus? I mean? all the blood that was rushing to Thomas?
head... that chair completely dented up now. Dutch
Harris: I just can?t get that sickening noise out of my head as the
chair met Thomas? face and the steel caging. Kamura,
who was knocked off to the side during the vicious chair shot, turns
around to see both men completely out.
He checks the situation and with no other real choice, starts the
double ten count. One? Two? Three? Four? The fans
pick up with Thomas chants now, hoping that this match won?t end in a
double knock out. Five? Six? Dutch
Harris: Neither man moving, and that is no surprise. Seven? Eight? And the
Thomas chants suddenly die as the boos ring out. Vincent Mallows slowly sits up, thus breaking the count.
He slowly turns himself around to face the ropes, closest to where
he tied the stretcher. The
fans continue to boo now as Mallows goes to work, finishing untying that
which he tied originally. He
goes for the third strap, slowly undoing it, almost taunting the crowd.
He gets the third strap off now, only needing to untie one more. Eryk
Masters: Mallows now taking down his own blockade, and he could very well
being walking out of that cage door. Mallows
starts to untie the final strap on the stretcher, allowing him access to
the cage door. He grabs the
stretcher now and pulls it away from the cage.
He turns around to toss it into the ring and just as he does so,
Thomas kips up!! Dutch
Harris: He?s up THOMAS IS UP!!! The fans
are off the chart now as Thomas stands there, eyes wide, blood running
down his face. Eryk
Masters: I can?t believe it, and neither can Mallows! Mallows
just stands there, stretcher in his hand, his eyes showing a state of
disbelief. After the split
second pause, Mallows rushes at Thomas with the stretcher, but Thomas
quickly ducks under. Mallows
turns around and Thomas lands a drop kick to the stretcher.
Mallows stumbles backward and falls into a sitting position in the
corner. The stretcher winds
up in between the ropes, pinning him against the corner. Thomas staggers now, grabbing the steel chair and seeing his
time to get revenge. With
Mallows stuck Thomas moves towards him.
Dutch
Harris: Thomas has this thing, but he?s lost focus of just winning the
match? he wants Mallows down? and wants Mallows hurt! Eryk
Masters: Hurt? Oh no, Dutch.
Look at those eyes, Thomas is out for the kill. Thomas
stands over Mallows, chair in hand, while Mallows just looks up at him?
smiling broadly. Thomas
raises the chair high over head and just brings it crashing down on
Mallows, busting open the top of his head, and causing that much more
blood to spill out of his body. Mallows
slumps in the corner and Thomas tosses the chair to the side. He then
grabs the stretcher and tosses that out of the way too.
Mallows just lays their out cold and slowly Thomas drags him into
the center of the ring. The
fans are going absolutely nuts now as Thomas looks to the cage and points
up. Dutch
Harris: He?s going way up. Thomas is going to climb! Thomas
grabs onto the cage now and starts to climb. The fans watch now as he
reaches the very top of the cage. He
stands tall with the fallen Vincent Mallows behind him.
The fans continue to cheer as Thomas raises his hand high up into
the air. He then looks back
over his shoulder one more time seeing that Mallows is still there.
In place, Thomas closes his eyes, makes the symbol of the cross and
takes the leap! Eryk
Masters: Thomas flies? He comes
crashing down on top of Mallows with a textbook Moonsault. Dutch
Harris: And Thomas connects!!! Thomas
rolls off of Mallows now, lying there for a moment before getting back up
to his feet? one final time. He
gets up? barely able to stand, and staggers towards the cage door.
Mallows is motionless in the center of the ring.
Thomas takes one last very final look before pushing his way
through the steel cage door. And as
he takes those steps out of the cage? and as the bell sounds? The fans
all rise up out of their seats cheering like never before!!! Dutch
Harris: He?s done it! John
Thomas has brought to an end this long war against The Ascension.
John Thomas has retained his Monday Night Title against Vincent
Mallows!! Eryk
Masters: These fans are loving it, I can?t believe it, but there he
stands? just barely? still representing Monday Night!
My hats off to you John Thomas! ?Hey
Man Nice Shot? starts to play again but it can barely be heard with the
fans screaming and cheering. Samantha
Coil comes by John Thomas, handing him the Monday Night Title. Samantha
Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL Monday
Night Champion? JOHN THOMAS!!! Caught
up in the emotion of it all, John starts to climb the cage yet again, this
time with Monday Night Title in hand!
He gets to the top, wiping his face of as much blood as possible.
He holds the title high over head for all the fans watching to see. Dutch
Harris: What a match? I can?t believe it? The fans watch as Thomas stands over head, while the referee checks on Mallows who is completely out and bleeding profusely. As
the camera cuts away from the celebratory scene, we see Scott Richardson
standing in front of a blue-lighted sheet that comprises the backdrop of
the SHOOT Project interview set in the back of the arena. Scott
Richardson: Hey, SHOOT Project, this is your man Scott Richardson, and
I?m here with one fourth of the main event tonight?so?I?m gonna
let him take it away?(he doesn?t like to be asked many
questions)?take it away? The
fans erupt as OutKast steps into frame, microphone in hand. OutKast:
How?does it feel? The
fans pop. OutKast:
HERE WE ARE. Long Road
Home. SHOOT?s gone through
some turbulent stuff of late?but HERE WE ARE?again?HOW DOES IT
FEEL?! The
fans ERUPT. OutKast:
That?s right?hot. It?s
hot in this bastard. It?s
hot as hell and the funny thing is?we?re here?main event
tonight?Instant Heat is BACK! The
fans pop. OutKast:
And there?s nothing?NOBODY?can do to stop it! We?re gonna walk down that aisle, we?re gonna set foot in
the ring with Azraith DeMitri and X-Calibur tonight?and you know
what?s gonna happen? OutKast
nods his head. OutKast:
There is NOTHING?NO ONE?NOWHERE?that is going to stop the
inevitable ass kicking those two sons of bitches are going to get! The
fans pop again. OutKast:
I ain?t here to say anything big, just here to prove a point.
X-Calibur, you?ve been bitchin? and moanin? for FAR TOO LONG.
Now?s the time to put that crap to an END.
Azraith DeMitri?you?ve been going on and on and ON about how
you?re going to kick ass and take no names well, chief?there?s one
ass you can?t kick?you HAVEN?T kicked?and that?s a streak I?m
gonna continue TONIGHT. Whether
it?s by pinfall, whether it?s by submission, whether it?s by
K-O?IT DOESN?T MATTER TO ME!! The
lights flicker around OutKast, but OutKast sneers and ignores it. OutKast:
You?re going to have to try harder than that. Don?t like it? Don?t
love it? DON?T GIVE A FUCK! The
fans pop. OutKast:
Because you?re gonna learn to live with it because IT?S THE
BEST THING GOIN? TODAY!! The
fans rip into cheers as OutKast glares at the camera. OutKast:
Just so we?re clear?OutKast?is another word for?Better.
Than? The
Fans: YOU!! ?Black?
by Sevendust plays in the arena when OutKast drops the microphone and
walks away from the set. Scott
Richardson nods, impressed by the intensity. From there we kick it
back to ringisde, for Iron Fist Title action. Declan
O'Leary vs. Jonny Johnson Dutch
Harris: Well folks, we're just about ready for an Iron Fist confrontation
between Declan O'Leary and the current champion, The Defiler himself,
JONNY JOHNSON. Eryk
Masters: And you have to feel slightly worried about Declan?
With what Jonny has done to this kid's psyche?
Man, is he going to be able to withstand whatever The Defiler might
have in store here tonight? "As
One" by Drop Kick Murphys BLASTS over the P.A. system and the
capacity crowd comes to life a bit! Declan
O'Leary explodes from out behind the curtains, appearing to be as pumped
up and motivated as ever before! BIG
POP for Declan, followed by some sweet ass pyrotechnics! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! The
fireworks go off in succession, and the crowd gets a little bit louder!
Declan slaps a few hands on his way to the ring, and then slides in
under the bottom rope. He
heads to the top turnbuckle, poses for the fans, hops back down and paces,
glaring impatiently toward the back. At
first there is silence? and
then a scratching sound? like
a record being spun? "?Like
a slow burn, leading us on and on and on" "Like
a slow?" SCRATCH! "?Cannot
quit me so quickly." "Is
no hope in you for me? No
corner you can squeeze me?" "But
I got all the time for your?" SCRATCH! "GO
ON! GO ON!
LEAVE ME BREATHLESS!" The
fans ERRUPT into a chorus of boos, as "Breathless" by the Corrs
begins to play over the P.A. system!
The lights go out, and a pink spotlight comes down on the
entranceway. Declan's eyes
are focused, though his mind must be going through a million thoughts. Dutch
Harris: What the? What the
fuck is going on here? Eryk
Masters: Dude. Language? Dutch
Harris: (Sigh) This is? Jonny
hasn't come out to this music since?
What's going on here? "The
daylight's fading slowly. But
time with you is standing still" Nothing? "I'm
waiting for you only. The
slightest touch and I feel weak" Still
nothing. Declan grows
impatient. The fans grow
restless. "I
cannot lie, from you I cannot hide. And
I'm losing the will to try" "Can't
hide it, can't fight it" "SO
GO ON, GO ON, COME ON, LEAVE ME BREATHLESS!" In
a moment of sheer chaos, about eleven guys rush out from the back?
Dressed in all white with white masks!
Declan is confused for a moment, but seems to realize what is going
on. He gets ready to fight! Dutch
Harris: What in the HELL!? IT's?
Eryk
Masters: ?An army of Jonnys!!? This
"DEFILER Army" begins rushing the ring and Declan is quick to
fight them off! KICK TO THE CHEST! One
Jonny Down! Spinning Punch TO
THE FACE! TWO DOWN!
The referee doesn't know what to do and begins shuffling like an
idiot? On one hand he could
call the DQ, but Declan is WHOOPIN ASS! A third Jonny tries to attack!
Declan ducks and ERRANT STIFF KICK TO THE FACE!
THREE DOWN! A Jonny
flies off the top rope! DECLAN
WITH A SHOT TO THE MIDSECTION! Four
down! Dutch
Harris: GO DECLAN! GO! Eryk
Masters: Listen to these fans! I
actually sorta? LIKE IT! Two
more Jonnys come charging, but Declan moves!
COLLISION! GERMAN
SUPLEX ON ONE! SIX DOWN!
Overhead Belly To belly Release on the other! SEVEN DOWN! The
fans are starting to go nuts! MORE
ATTACKS! An eighth one tries
to sneak in the ring, but Declan obliterates him with a baseball kick!
Three more wait, hesitantly on the outside?
The crowd, though, suddenly rises, and tries to point?
HUGE BOOS! Dutch
Harris: What?! NO! Eryk
Masters: REAL JONNY!!! In
a pink and black mask with pink and black wrestling gear, the fucking REAL
Jonny gets into the ring! Declan
has his back turned, though, and has no idea!
Jonny is quick to attack? CHICKEN
WING? SWING? DEMORALIZATION
PROCESS!!! Dutch
Harris: NO!!! Eryk
Masters: WOOO! AWESOME! The
crowd boos very loudly, as Jonny looms over Declan's body.
He waves at the other "Jonny's" at ringside to leave, and
they follow orders. Jonny
then looks out toward the crowd in menacing fashion, his cold eyes casting
stares through the dark holes of his mask.
Drawing heat from the crowd, he turns toward referee Keith Scott
and demands a ten count. Scott
obliges and begins counting. Dutch
Harris: How deplorable! This
is a disgusting act of cowardice on Jonny's behalf, and I quite honestly,
do not understand it. Eryk
Masters: He's a snake in the grass, Dutch.
This is the game he plays, and Declan should have been prepared. Keith's
count resonates through the angry arena. ONE!
TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE!
SIX! Surprisingly,
Declan begins to stir? The
fans seem in shock, as does Jonny! SEVEN!
EIGHT! Declan
is on his hands and knees, breaking the count!
Jonny, obviously frustrated, tries to attack, but Declan is able to
push him out of the way! He
EXPLODES to his feet and unleashes A FLURRY OF RIGHTS AND LEFTS, PUMMELING
JONNY INTO THE CORNER! Jonny
tries to blocking the blows, but Declan lays them in as stiffly as
possible! HE
IS GOING NUTS WITH PUNCHES! RIGHT!
LEFT! RIGHT!
LEFT! RIGHT! Declan
continues beating him into the corner until finally spinning and
connecting with a WICKED karate kick to the face!
The blow spins Jonny around, and Declan quickly locks in a Dragon
Sleeper! He yells out to the
crowd and proceeds to attempt A CELTIC THUNDER DRIVER!
HUGE POP! Declan hops
up at the turnbuckle and bounces off, spinning around in midair!
However, at the last minute, Jonny shrugs him off!
Declan tries to hang on, and in the process, RIPS OFF HIS MASK! The
fans are STUNNED! Dutch
Harris: DECLAN HAS THE MASK! DEAR
GOD! JONNY IS UNMASKED! Eryk
Masters: This feels dirty, Dutch. Declan
slams the mask down to the mat and moves toward Jonny, who is cowered in
the corner, covering his face! Rage
in his eyes, Declan grabs Jonny by the back of his shirt and pulls him,
spins him around and clenches his fists? Dutch
Harris: Dec? Wait? WHAT? As
Jonny spins around, Declan stops in mid-punch motion. Jonny
isn't Jonny. Dutch
Harris: That's? (Deflated) What the fuck?
That's that kid? That's? Eryk
Masters: Tim, Dutch. It's,
Tim? Declan
O'Leary, suddenly struck with the realization that this man wasn't Jonny
at all, is overwhelmed with the feeling of?
well feelings of fear, and anxiety.
Tim doesn't flinch. He
just looks at Declan, feeding off the nerves? Dutch
Harris: If Tim's there? then? Then
where's? Eryk
Masters: Heh? Declan
seemingly forgets where he is or even what he's doing, and in the
meantime, another man slips inside the ring?
This one is in all black. Black,
long sleeved shirt, black pants, and a black mask covering his face.
Without hesitating, he rushes Declan from behind and CLIPS HIM IN
THE RIGHT KNEE WITH A CHOP BLOCK! Declan
falls down in a heap, and had no idea what hit him Dutch
Harris: NO! SON OF A BITCH! Eryk
Masters: Is? Is that him? Declan
grabs at his right knee, and this "New Jonny" goes to work.
He kicks Declan RIGHT IN THE FACE and grabs the now, unprotected
leg. He wraps his arms around
the knee and stands over Declan's body, diagonally, locking Declan in
place! He then PULLS BACK ON
THE LEG AS HARD AS HE CAN FALLS BACKWARD!!!
The deafening POP of the bone disgusts the crowd, as nearly the
entire front row turn their heads away!
It grows eerily silent as this new Jonny shouts out at Declan. Dutch
Harris: This is hideous? Someone?
No? Eryk
Masters: We need some help? this is crossing the damn line?
I mean, I'm all for a good? Before
Masters can finish, the new Jonny pulls back AGAIN!
Declan SHREEKS OUT IN PAIN! Tim,
standing near the corner, watches all of this?
emotionless. The new
Jonny backs away and begins waving at Declan to get up!
O'Leary tries to fight through the pain, and inches toward the
rope. The new Jonny, though, rushes off the ropes at the other end
and connects with ANOTHER CHOPBLOCK!
This time, though, to the LEFT KNEE!
The impact literally flips Declan over on to his back! He tries to squirm away but the new Jonny connects with a
HORENDOUSLY STIFF KICK TO THE RIBS! Declan
actually spits up something? it
looks like he vomited? but
the new Jonny doesn't give two shits!
In fact, he lays in ONE MORE FORE GOOD MEASURE! The
fans are literally turned away, unable to watch this?
Booing, some even crying out for this to stop!
The new Jonny grabs Declan's left knee and does the same thing as
he did with the right one. He
pulls back and RIPS THE SON OF A BITCH OUT OF THE SOCKET!
The sound of the knee popping ECHOES through the arena AGAIN! Declan is riving in pain, both his knees GONE! Dutch
Harris: This is sick? I
mean? FUCK JONNY!
WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS? Eryk
Masters: Can someone fucking help Declan? This
new Jonny looms over Declan, taunting him?
Daring him to get up! Declan
grabs at the new Jonny, but new Jonny dodges and grabs his arm!
Declan can't muster the strength to fight out, and Jonny drags him
toward the center of the ring! He
then lets go and takes a few steps back!
Declan squirms, and crawls?
Blood dropping from his face?
nose, mouth? It's
disgusting. He can't use his legs though?
can't get up! Keith
Scott seems confused with what to do, but Tim takes care of that, grabbing
him by the collar and demanding a count!
The new Jonny, in turn, stands with arms held out, as if begging
Declan to attack! Dutch
Harris: Keith isn't going to count is he?
C'mon! Don't do it! Eryk
Masters: If he can't reach the ten count?
Ugh? as sick as it is, that is the only thing he can do, Dutch. Declan
is literally helpless. He
looks up at this new Jonny? This
Jonny in black? If he IS
Jonny. He doesn't know anymore.
All he can do is stare? He
has nothing left beside the pain ONE!
TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE!
SIX! Dutch
Harris: C'mon! PLEASE! FIGHT! Eryk
Masters: It's over, Dutch. This
is sick. SEVEN!
EIGHT! Declan
grabs at new Jonny's legs, but Jonny does not move. NINE! TEN! Keith
calls for the bell, while Jonny in Black, continues to stare down at the
helpless Declan O'Leary. The
fans boo EXTREMELY LOUDLY, but there is nothing anyone can do at this
point. "Slow
Burn" by David Bowie begins to play over the speakers, and Jonny in
Black finally takes a step back and flips over the top rope!
He lands near the time keeper's table, and snatches a microphone
away from Samantha Coil before she can announce the winner of the match.
He signals for the production folks to cut his music.
The boos are deafening. Jonny
grabs his title from the ring attendant and pauses. The
DEFILER: Your winner, and STILL IRON?
FIST? CHAMPION! Obviously
the REAL Jonny, The Defiler raises his belt in the air.
He then lowers it, and begins to speak once more. The
DEFILER: In two weeks time, this will be a new SHOOT Project.
This will be a NEW chapter?
But like all the chapters before.
I WILL STILL FUCKING BE HERE!
And I WILL STILL BE THE FUCKING IRON FIST CHAMPION! Jonny
pauses, and stares off into God knows where. The
DEFILER: The gate is broken. THE
GATE IS FUCKING DESTROYED! (Laughing)
And now my garden will grow. (Pause)
You are broken, Declan O'Leary. I
HAVE CLOSED MY EYES TO YOU! YOU
ARE AT YOUR END! And now?
Now there is only one last step?
One last goal? He
pauses, and lets everything sink in before finishing. The
DEFILER: To destroy the One Hope. To
end this disgusting farce. He
drops the microphone and, accompanied by Tim, exists the ring side area,
disappearing into the curtains, leaving Declan alone in the ring, to be
attended by a slew of medical officials. Following the bizarre occurrence in the Iron Fist Title Match, the camera catches up with Jonny Johnson, heading through the back halls of the Ford Center. He has the Iron Fist title with him as he moves down the hall towards the locker room area. The fans can still be heard booing ringside as they are still pissed Declan got screwed out of his chance to regain the Iron Fist Title. Jonny however seem to not notice or not care about the reaction as he heads into his locker room. He opens the door and suddenly just stands there staring into the room. The DEFILER: What the fuck! There in front of him, barely able to stand, his face still red with blood, both fresh and dried, is Vincent Mallows. Mallows is leaning on a chair and starts to move towards Jonny. However he cannot make it and falls to his knees, grabbing Jonny's shirt. Vincent Mallows: Jonny... I... Blood oozes out of Mallows mouth now as he can barely even speak. He tries to pull himself up to Jonny's level, the blood on his face smearing on Jonny's shirt. After much struggle he finally gets himself up to his feet, trying to look Jonny in the eyes. In the meantime Jonny just stands there completely shocked about what is going on. Vincent Mallows: I need you... He collapses to the ground now as Jonny stands there, uncertain of what to do. He looks down at his shirt, looking at the blood, and then looks to Vincent. He cocks his head slightly to the side and then nods. The DEFILER: I know, Vincent. I've always known. I'm just glad you know it too now. Through the mouth hole in his mask, you can see the start of a broad smile. The DEFILER: You and me, Vincent. We are the same. Not you and OutKast. Not you and John Thomas. Me and you. He closes the door behind him now... and
from there we are
taken to the loading docks of the arena where you can hardly see any
light, you can see the outline of a man who is sitting down against a
wall. Voice:
I?ve been in the game a long time. I?ve been doing for a long, long
time. I?ve beaten everybody and for the first time in my career, I can
honestly say that I don?t care. The
man gets up and moves closer so we can see him, it?s Jun Kenshin. Kenshin:
You see when your REAL life gets fucked up to the point where it has for
me, well there?s certain priorities that need to be addressed. Tonight,
I walk in as a cruiserweight champion and I was proud of that claim. Hell,
I MADE this division. If it wasn?t for me, no one would even WANT this
piece of gold. But
you know what? I?m
not a champion. I
haven?t behaved like a champion this week. I
haven?t shown the honor and the respect that a championship like this
DEMANDS. And
it?s no one?s fault by my own. Tonight
might be the last time you?ll see Jun Kenshin in the SHOOT Project for a
very long time and I?ll be honest, people. I got some issues that I need
to handle. I?ve got my personal demons that I need to face. (pause) I?m
not asking for your sympathy or your tears or even your love because I?m
not worthy of that. I?m
not worthy to lace my boots in the same dressing room of guys who would
KILL for this championship. Hell, AJ Gideon will make a great
cruiserweight champion, I have no doubt in my mind.
But
you see, if this is going to be my last match in the SHOOT Project?.if
this match is going to be it? Well
then, I?m going out in a BLAZE OF GLORY! Kenshin
walks toward the camera and away as we go back to Dutch and Eryk who are
standing by. Dutch
Harris: We?ve seen what Jun Kenshin has been going through this week.
Family problems and problems stemming from his long list of injuries. Eryk
Masters: Why don?t we be honest Dutch? Jun Kenshin is a coward that
walked away from his pregnant wife and he?s been hiding his pain with
painkillers and drugs. This guy was supposed to be the SHOOT Project World
Champion and he was groomed to be that and now the guy is nothing but a
JOKE. Dutch
Harris: He?s having problems but how can you just sit here and belittle
the man like that? Eryk
Masters: You and I wrestled Dutch and we both know the sacrifices that
we?ve had to endure for this business. Kenshin KNEW that and now he?s
turning his back away on SHOOT. He?s running away from ANOTHER one of
his responsibilities. Dutch
Harris: I don?t know about that. The man?s life is in SHAMBLES right
now and I for one, hope that he comes back sooner rather than later. Eryk
Masters: He?ll just be another Pillman?..another Von Erich?.another
drug case that flushed his career and life down the drain. I say good
riddance, we don?t need THAT kind of guy to be in SHOOT. Dutch
Harris: HOW DARE YOU! You self righteous son of a bitch. Del Carver went
through the exact same problems awhile back and he got his life in order.
We can only hope and pray that Jun Kenshin can turn his life around like
the Sheriff did. There
is an uncomfortable silence between the two. Eryk
Masters: I?m?.I?m sorry Dutch?.it?s just that. Dutch
Harris: Let?s just have Sam do the intro?s to the next match?.shall
we? A.J.
Gideon vs. Jun Kenshin "Judith"
by A Perfect Circle hits the speakers. Gideon and
Kenshin tie up now, side head lock by Gideon and Kenshin shoves him off
into the ropes, leapfrog by Kenshin but Gideon stops his motion and stops
just before the jumping Kenshin and Gideon takes Kenshin down with an STO
takedown. Gideon stomps at the ankle of Kenshin which he attacked last
week. Kenshin rolls back to his feet and charges at Gideon as Kenshin
starts it off with a knife
edge chop followed by a quick kick to the shin and then a spinning
clothesline. Gideon now is down as Kenshin now goes to work on Gideon?s
leg with stomps as he returns the attack to Gideon. Gideon tries to get up
but gets a chop block from Kenshin as Gideon goes down to his back.
Kenshin props Gideon?s leg by the ring apron now as Kenshin leaps over
the ropes and onto the floor DRIVING his elbow to the leg of Gideon.
Gideon screams out in pain as Kenshin now grabs a steel chair from the
corner of the ring. Dutch Harris:
Well this didn?t take long to get ugly a the weapons are going to be
used. Eryk Masters:
Kenshin, normally doesn?t use weapons but he?s been going through some
problems and I think he?s going to take it out on Gideon. Kenshin now
has the chair and is about to slam it on to Gideon in when Gideon gets up
and superkicks the chair. CRACK! Kenshin?s face ricochets off the chair
and he?s sent backwards over the ropes and face down on the floor.
Gideon now slowly makes his way back to a vertical base as he gets that
chair. Kenshin tries to get up as he?s on all fours as Gideon rears back
and CRACK! HARD chair shot to the back as Kenshin screams out in pain.
Gideon now throws the chair away as he grabs Kenshin by his head and
throws him face first to the ring pole but Kenshin blocks the pole with
both hands and does a 619 as he flips Gideon off from the other side off
the ring! The fans pop at the innovative use of Kenshin as Gideon runs at
Kenshin, Kenshin now goes to get the ladder, Gideon comes over and Kenshin
who is just now getting the ladder set up to move to the ring gets a
double axe handle from Gideon as Kenshin drops the ladder. Gideon grabs
Kenshin around the torso and
DROPS him with a belly to belly. Gideon now focuses in on that ankle of
Kenshin again as he puts Kenshin?s ankle between the ladder. Gideon
backs away gets a running start and DRIVES all his weight onto the ladder
SANDWICHING it between the ladder. Dutch Harris:
Both guys have the same game plans and that?s to destroy the vertical
base to prevent their opponent from climbing the ladder effectively. Gideon now
grabs one end of the ladder and starts to HAMMER down with repeated shots
to the ladder on the ankle of Kenshin. Gideon stomps Kenshin repeatedly as
Kenshin crawls away, Gideon now grabs the ladder, he hoists it above his
head, takes aim and BOOM! Gideon throws the ladder right at Kenshin?s
back! Eryk Masters:
That ladder must weigh 100 pounds and Gideon just picked it up like it was
nothing. Dutch Harris:
100 pounds, Eryk? Come on, man. Enough of the announcer exaggeration of
inanimate objects. Gideon grabs
the ladder again as he?s going to do it again. Kenshin is struggling to
get up as Gideon has that ladder over his head again, Kenshin turns around
and gets the ladder thrown to his FACE! Gideon now grabs that ladder again
as he?s starting to walk back to the ring, Kenshin struggles to get up
as he slowly walks back to the ring where Gideon just slid the ladder
into. Gideon gets turned around by Kenshin and Kenshin connects with a
shot to the throat and a BLATANT kick to the crotch by Kenshin as Gideon
goes down. Eryk Masters:
OH NUTS! Dutch Harris:
Well incase you folks needed a reminder there are NO rules to this contest
and hell, there?s no referee to even admonish Kenshin. Gideon
immediately goes down as Kenshin grabs that ladder and slides it BACK as
he now has the ladder. Kenshin positions the ladder between the ring apron
and the guard rail now. Kenshin grabs Gideon in a front face lock, Gideon
grapevines the leg preventing the suplex but Kenshin fires rapid fire
shots to the ribs of Gideon who releases his hold and Gideon gets lifted
off his feet and thrown BACK first on the ladder. BOOM! Gideon is propped
up on the ladder. For good measure, Kenshin drives the forearm to the
throat of Gideon numerous times to keep him down. Kenshin now ascends up
the apron and he props himself up on the 2nd turnbuckle now.
Kenshin raises one arm to signal his intentions as he flies off and does
the Cactus Elbow ONTO Gideon as Kenshin?s elbow is driven to the heart
of Gideon. Kenshin falls all the way to the floor as Gideon?s body
violently shakes from the blow. A loud ?HOLY SHIT? chant breaks out. Eryk Masters:
Kenshin is INTENT on killing himself tonight isn?t he? Dutch Harris:
I think match is going to be more brutal and more dangerous than any
hardcore match we?ve had in quite awhile. These two just hate each other
and it?s really showing at all these insane moves they?re doing. Kenshin does
the Cactus Jack ?BANG BANG? for good measure as he slowly gets up.
He?s got a smile on his face as he limps back up. Gideon is still
propped up on that ladder as he looks to be out of it. Kenshin shouts out
?ONE MORE TIME? as the fans are popping INSANE for it. Kenshin slowly
climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle again. Gideon slowly starts to
show signs of life but Kenshin now goes up ONE more turnbuckle, he?s all
the way up now, he leaps and does the elbow AGAIN. ?HOLY SHIT? chants
ring out loudly as this time, Kenshin is DOWN and not doing any taunting
or smiling. Gideon?s body rolls to the other side of Kenshin. The ladder
is BADLY dented as both guys are down. Dutch Harris:
Kenshin has always been a fan of Mick Foley and he just did the Cactus
Elbow TWICE. Eryk Masters:
If you could pick a guy to emulate in a ladder match, Foley would be
probably the most dangerous and insane. And for a guy whose wrestling his
last match for SHOOT for the near future, Kenshin is intent on destroying
AJ Gideon as his last act. Kenshin now
slowly gets back to his feet as he goes underneath the ring, he pulls out
a table as the fans are popping for the table! Kenshin puts the table and
sets it up on the floor. Kenshin gets Gideon up whose barely conscious and
Kenshin does a side kick to Gideon?s chin as Gideon falls onto the
table. Kenshin goes back up on the ring apron now and he gets that dented
ladder. He grabs it with both arms and puts it by his knees, Kenshin jumps
off and swings the ladder below his feet as Kenshin uses the ladder like a
surfboard to CRASH onto Gideon?s body. The table is DESTROYED into
numerous pieces as the sickening thud of wood, metal and two bodies echo
out. Dutch Harris:
Oh?. MY?. GOD! Another HOLY
SHIT chant breaks out as both guys are down again. There are cuts on
Gideon?s chest and arms from the ladder and the table shards. Kenshin is
also slightly cut on his leg area. Both guys are slow to stand as
amazingly, AJ Gideon gets back up onto his feet. He SCREAMS out as the
fans go silent as the bloody Gideon picks up Kenshin in one motion and
SLAMS him onto the shards of the table. Gideon grabs a piece of the table
and DRIVES into the forehead of Kenshin whose legs wildly kick about as
Kenshin screams out in agony. His forehead is immediately sliced upon as
blood trickles from the forehead of Kenshin. Gideon throws Kenshin back
into the ring. Gideon picks Kenshin up, Irish whip?.Gideon
charges?GORE! Mark of Gideon! Gideon grabs Kenshin?s ankles and places
him in the double ankle lock. Kenshin screams out in pain as he tries to
crawl to the ropes. Kenshin tries to crawl slowly but Gideon has the hold
firmly locked in. Kenshin?s momentum is at a snail?s pace as Gideon
shouts out in delight from Kenshin?s pain. Dutch Harris:
Gideon has the GIDEON?S CROSSING locked in. Eryk Masters:
There are no submissions though so Gideon can?t win with this but he can
torture Kenshin with it. Kenshin goes
limp as Gideon now goes to the outside, he pulls out a second ladder and
slides that into the ring. He props up the ladder beneath Kenshin who
looks to be out. Gideon starts to climb the ladder as Gideon is about half
way up?.Kenshin slowly gets up as the fans are shouting trying to tell
Kenshin to get up. Gideon has his hands on the cruiserweight title when
Kenshin rolls to his side and pushes it with all his strength as the
ladder slowly teeters and Gideon FLIES off and he goes throat first to the
ring ropes. Dutch Harris:
I thought it was OVER! Kenshin found the strength to push that ladder
though. Kenshin now on
all fours crawling around the ring as he gets that ladder, he can?t put
ANY pressure on his legs now as he grabs that ladder and positions it onto
the ring canvas. He uses the ladder like a tool and PUSHES the ladder
right at Gideon?s FACE! The sudden shot to the head wakes up Gideon who
starts screaming. Kenshin does it again! Gideon clutches his face in agony
as Kenshin uses the ropes to help him back to his feet. Gideon now in the
corner as he?s in the sit up position. Kenshin grabs that ladder and
SLIDES it into the crotch of Gideon whose eyes go HUGE and the fans go
OOOHHH. Kenshin does a low dropkick onto the ladder as Gideon?s body
goes up and down in pain as Gideon?s body shudders from the shock to his
testicles. Dutch Harris:
Brutal?OH MAN?..what can you say? Eryk Masters:
Kenshin is doing what he can because he can?t do much on TWO bad legs. Kenshin props
up the ladder but he can?t do it very quickly from the damage on both
his legs. The ladder is propped up as Kenshin starts to climb, he?s
about half way up when Gideon gets up and hobbles to Kenshin. Gideon
punches Kenshin right in the testicles area to pay Kenshin back. Kenshin
stops climbing as the fans go OOOHHH again. Gideon grabs Kenshin? by the
sholders and tries to throw him off the ladder but the weight is too much
as the ladder wobbles side to side and TIPS OVER! BOTH MEN ARE STANDING IN
MID AIR WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH! Dutch Harris:
Holy.... Eryk Masters:
Shit..... Dutch Harris:
It looks like Kenshin landed on his knees Eryk, I don't think that Kenshin
is going to be able to stand up after that let alone climb up the ladder
again! Gideon is the first to stir, he rolls on to his stomach and pushes himself up on to his knees. The bandages around Gideon's head are turning red, obviously the stitches have been torn open. The red begins to drip from the bandages on on to the mat as he curls his fist in to a ball. Gideon punches the mat and lifts himself on to his feet. Gideon doesn't waist any time grabbing Kenshin by his hair and lifting him up. Gideon spits in Kenshin's face and this draws a huge roar of boos from the crowd. Gideon turns to flip off the crowd and DOESN'T SEE KENSHIN WHO IS FURIOUS! The crowd cheers which causes Gideon to turn around and A BOOT TO THE FACE BY KENSHIN! A BOOT TO THE FACE BY KENSHIN! Dutch Harris: Gideon is getting cocky Eryk, he can't do that if he wants to win. Eryk Masters: Kenshin may be injured but he is a fighter and he will keep digging until he is running on fumes. Dutch Harris: I don't think Kenshin has far to go Eryk..... Gideon staggers back and wipes the blood from his face and then SMACKS KENSHIN ACROSS THE FACE WITH HIS BLOODY HAND! Eryk Masters: Oh God. Now that is too much. Kenshin takes a few steps backwards and then tries to run forward but he staggers on his bad knees and Gideon CLOTHESLINES KENSHIN TO THE MAT! Gideon looks around then slides out of the ring. He scrounges around for something under the mat and finds what he was looking for.....A TABLE! A TABLE! Gideon has another table! Gideon slides the table in to the ring but he doesn't see Kenshin setting up the ladder! Kenshin has the ladder set up now and is beginning to climb it. Gideon ignores the table now and grabs Kenshin by his tights and throws him down the the mat. The ladder wobbles again but stays up. Gideon stomps away on Kenshin. Kenshin holds his chest and Gideon walks around to the other side of t he ring waiting for Kenshin to get up. Kenshin staggers up, turns around and doesn't see Gideon in time who HITS THE GRAVE DIGGER! GIDEON HITS A GRAVE DIGGER ON KENSHIN! Kenshin collapses to his chest and Gideon laughs. The laughing stops when Kenshin rolls over and sits up a few seconds later. Eryk Masters: How the hell is Kenshin sitting up!? Dutch Harris: I have.....no idea. Eryk Masters: Kind of like most things, right? Dutch Harris: Shut up. Gideon can't believe it as Kenshin is standing up now, ignoring the pain in his legs. Gideon steps backwards and Kenshin motions for Gideon to hit him. Gideon takes a swing but Kenshin ducks, Gideon staggers forward and Kenshin slams Gideon down in a crossface. Gideon is screaming in pain now as Kenshin pulls back as far as he can. Kenshin begins to dig in to Gideon's head making blood flow furiously from his wound. Gideon is tapping out now! GIDEON IS TAPPING OUT! Dutch H arris: I can't believe Gideon is tapping out Eryk! I can't believe he is tapping out to Jun Kenshin! Eryk Masters: Neither can I Dutch, but it doesn't matter if Gideon taps out with both hands or screams for the ref to stop the match, the only way either of these men is winnning this match is to climb that ladder. As if reading Eryk Masters' mind, Kenshin releases the hold and heads for the ladder. Gideon is rolling around in pain now as Kenshin holds the ladder steady. Kenshin is starting to feel the pain come back in to his knees as he is having trouble climbing the ladder. Gideon is trying to get up but he can't, the same thing happens to Kenshin as he can't seem to get up the ladder. Kenshin grabs the side of the ladder and begins to pull himself up the ladder with his hands. Gideon pushes himself up now and he sees Kenshin half way up the ladder. The fans are chanting for Kenshin as Gideon staggers forward trying to get to the ladder before Kenshin can reach the top. Kenshin makes his way up the next rung, and the next rung, and the next rung and is within distance of reaching the title. Gideon has now set up the table right behind Kenshin on the ladder. Kenshin reaches for the title, has his fingers on the strap.....but his legs give out and he has to rebalance himself and move up one more rung. Meanwhile, Gideon is stepping up the other side of the ladder with a purpose. Kenshin reaches for the title, has his hand around the strap....BUT GIDEON GRABS KENSHIN BY THE HEAD AND SLAMS IT IN TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER! Dutch Harris: Dammit! Eryk Masters: I don't think either man can take another spill off of that ladder Dutch.....One of them is going to have to get that title now. Gideon doesn't let up as he keeps slamming Kenshin's head on to the ladder until Kenshin is busted open! Gideon goes for another slam of Kenshin's face but Kenshin rips his head back to get away from Gideon's hold b ut his legs can't hold him on the ladder! Kenshin grabs Gideon by the hair now in an attempt to stay on the ladder but Gideon uses a free hand to chop Kenshin across the face! Kenshin doens't let go of Gideon's hair! Kenshin has to have re-broken his nose with that hit! Gideon is screaming in pain as Kenshin tries to regain balance and he does! Kenshin how shoves Gideon backwards! Gideon begins to fall backwards but he grabs the ladder and begins to pull it down! Dutch HarrisL Oh boy, not again. Kenshin scrambles to regain control of the ladder so he doesn't fall over. Gideon likewise shoves the ladder forward to stop falling over. The combined force now forces the ladder towards Kenshin! Gideon nor Kenshin can stop the ladder this time and both men are falling! THE LADDER HITS THE ROPES ON KENSHIN'S SIDE! THE TABLE THAT WAS SET UP BY GIDEON EARLIER HITS THE LADDER ON THE BOTTOM, THE LADDER STOPS FOR A SECOND AND THEN FALLS ALL THE WAY FORWARD ON TO THE R OPES RIGHT BELOW KENSHIN'S FEET! KENSHIN'S GRIP ON THE LADDER SLIPS AND HE COLLAPSES TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE! RIGHT ON HIS BACK! Eryk Masters: Oh WOW! Kenshin must have fallen a good eight feet to the floor below Dutch, and it doesn't look like he is moving! Dutch Harris: ERYK! LOOK AT GIDEON! The ladder that knocked Kenshin off is still resting on the ropes but now Gideon who has shimmied down the ladder is re-adjusting the ladder and now has it right under the belt! Kenshin is still out could outside of the ring! Gideon slowly steps up the ladder as Kenshin begins to stir on the outside. Gideon is half way up the ladder as Kenshin is crouched on one knee! Gideon steps up again as Kenshin wills himself to his feet. Kenshin is somehow standing after that HUGE fall he took and has his sights locked in on Gideon and that title. Gideon is within the distance to grab the title as Kenshin slides in to the ring. Gideon rushes up the rest of the ladder a nd grabs the belt as KENSHIN SHOVES THE LADDER FROM UNDERNEATH GIDEON'S FEET! GIDEON IS HANGING FROM THE TITLE! GIDEON IS HANGING FROM THE TITLE! Kenshin looks around trying to find a way to pull Gideon down. Kenshin sees the table and steps up on to it. Kenshin with his last ounce of strength leaps for Gideon's torso and latches on! Gideon and Kenshin swing forward with the force of Kenshin's leap. The two begin to swing backwards as the combined weight snaps the hook holding the title and BOTH MEN COLLAPSE THROUGH THE TABLE! BOTH MEN WERE RIGHT ABOVE THE TABLE THE THE HOOK BROKE! Eryk Masters: THE TITLE! WHO WON THE TITLE!? Dutch Harris: The ref is going over to the rubble now Eryk....... The ref slides in to the ring, runs to the collapsed table and...LIFTS THE HAND OF A.J. GIDEON! A.J. GIDEON IS THE NEW CRUSIERWEIGHT CHAMPION! Gideon leans on the shoulders of the ref who carries him over to the corner. The ref returns to lift Ken shin up. Eryk Masters: Dear God Dutch, look at Kenshin, is there ANY part of that man's body that isn't broken? Dutch Harris: I don't think so Eryk, after this loss, I think Kenshin is broken in his mind, body....and soul. Kenshin is
brought over to the other corner as Gideon pushes himself off the ropes
and has a microphone. The
lights cut and the 'tron cut to a dark, throbbing blue strobe. The guitar
riff hits like a ton of bricks... Azraith:
Fucking... Gideon: Dreams. And like that, a remix of both Enter Sandman by Metallica, and Judith by A Perfect Circle blared over the speakers as both Azraith and Gideon leave the ring, and a completely floored arena, Az with the cruiserweight championship, and Gideon with a dufflebag full of money. Dutch Harris: What...the...fuck... Now just mere moments before the final match of Long Road Home, we once again catch up with Scott Richardson in the back. He has microphone in hand and eagerly looks about. Scott Richardson: We've heard words from OutKast and Azraith DeMitri tonight, and now I'm on hand waiting for words from DeMitri's partner X-Calibur, who is yet another one of the many rumored to be upset with the way things are happening around here. But with the return of Jason Johnson... we could see great new changes. Voice: Great new changes? You're such an ass kisser, Scott. The camera pans out a bit more to reveal Lonewolf, in his street clothes with a duffelbag in hand. He walks past Richardson shaking his head. Scott Richardson: Wait a minute, Lonewolf. a Moment if you would. Tonight you just witnessed first hand your boss... Lonewolf turns and rips the microphone out of Richardson's hand. Lonewolf: Yeah we all know what was witnessed. It was cheap. Plain and simple. And before you ask me the question, the how do you feel or the what are your thoughts. I'll just make it simple. He turns now to face the camera. Lonewolf: I've done nothing but try to improve, try to work my ass off here, only to be pushed down time and time again. Looked over. And you know what, tonight just takes the cake. The world wants to know how Lonewolf feels about Edward Raymond getting fired. Two simple words to everyone: I'm Walking! With that, Lonewolf shoves the microphone into Richardson's arms and walks off mumbling to himself. Scott Richardson: Lonewolf has just walked out of the SHOOT Project... and I'm getting word that it's go time for the main event folks. I'm Scott Richardson bringing you all back stage news as it happens. The cameras cut away from Richardson to center ring as The Long Road Home main event is about to begin! The
Real Deal/OutKast vs. X-Calibur/Azraith DeMitri ?Awakening? hits the PA, and the fans begin
to boo, raucously. Samantha
Coil gets on the microphone to announce Azraith?s entry. Samantha Coil:
INTRODUCING FIRST? Hailing
from Omaha, Nebraska? He
stands in at six feet, five inches and weighs in at?
two hundred sixty pounds? he
is? AZRAITH DEMITRI. Dutch Harris:
That is one mean motherfucker, right there. Screwed over the Cruiserweight division, thus showing just
how mean he is. Eryk Masters:
Yeah, but when he wants to? That
man gets the job done, and makes my heart pee.
A lot. But his
partner? A guy who will make
my heart pee no matter what he does. ?Fistful of Steel? by Rage Against the
Machine hits the PA and the boos continue, for X-Calibur, who steps onto
the ramp. Azraith smirks at
his partner, who exchanges the same glance and smirk.
Coil prepares for the announcement once again? Samantha Coil:
And now? Hailing
from Lost River, Pennsylvania? He
is a former Iron Fist Champion? Standing
in at six feet, two inches? he
weighs in at two hundred fifty three pounds?
HE IS? X-CALIBUR.
The fans rip into X, as he walks casually
through debris and climbs into the ring.
He stands opposite from Azraith DeMitri, but the two soon turn and
face forward, as ?Monolith? by Stone Sour hits the public address?
Apperaing together? Real
Deal and OutKast stand atop the ramp, as the crowds boos QUICKLY turn into
cheers and chants. Samantha Coil:
Introducing now? at
a combined weight of four hundred sixty eight pounds?
they are made up of the FORMER SHOOT Project World Heavyweight
Champion and the CURRENT SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Champion?
they are? INSTANT
HEAT. Eryk Masters:
Ooohhhh man? I would
NOT want to be Azraith or X tonight.
As mean and awesome as those two are?
Real Deal and OutKast just look ready.
This is going to be freaking awesome. Dutch Harris:
Indeed it is, Eryk. Of
the heart pee variety, I?m sure. But,
we?ve got to get this started, as the four combatants are now in the
ring. Azraith
stands there and starts to talk crap to Real Deal, who points at him to
get the match started. Then,
Azraith shoves the referee, and the referee starts to yell at him an warn
him about touching the referee. Suddenly,
from behind, X NAILS Real Deal with a chair!
Real Deal collapses and OutKast steps into the ring, yelling for
the ref to do something. Azraith
drops to his knees and begins to slide on his stomach over to him.
Azraith crawls over to Real Deal, who is still out from that
chairshot from X that the ref didn?t see.
Azraith hooks the leg and the referee slides into
position?1?..2?.OutKast gets into the ring and nails Azraith with a
very well placed dropkick to the head, rocketing Azraith off of Real Deal! Dutch
Harris: Thank God OutKast
stopped that before it ended this match prematurely! X
gets back into the ring and charges OutKast, who tackles him and they both
spill out of the ring. The referee admonishes the both of them and then turns back
around to Real Deal and Azraith, who are still both out.
Azraith helps himself up onto the ring ropes, and he picks Real
Deal up. He whips Real Deal
into the ropes, and as Real Deal comes back, Azraith telegraphs a back
body drop, and he connects, sending Real Deal flying over the top rope!
OutKast, X-Calibur, and Real Deal are all outside the ring! Eryk
Masters: Wow!
Instant Heat?s all out and Azraith is glaring down at them, READY
to kick some ass Azraith
takes the time to catch his breath as he lets Real Deal bring himself into
the ring. Real Deal stands
there, breathing heavily. Azraith beckons him to come on, but Real Deal points behind
Azraith. Azraith turns around
and the crowd erupts as OutKast stands there, glaring at him. X is on the outside, unable to gather his senses.
Azraith stands between both of them, and both members of Instant
Heat look at Azraith and smirk. Azraith
starts toward OutKast, but OutKast shoves him towards Real Deal.
Azraith stumbles right into the Reality Check!
Azraith falls backwards and is caught by OutKast into a German
release suplex! Azraith lays
there, as does OutKast. Real
Deal walks over to Azraith and drags him to the center of the ring. He stands over Azraith for a few moments and then drops down
onto him. The ref slides into
position, and the fans chant along with him?1??2?.X-CALIBUR PULLS
HIM FROM THE RING! Dutch
Harris: DAMMIT!
REAL DEAL HAD HIM!! Eryk
Masters: I guess it goes to
show that you just can?t handle the Illustrious X! Real
Deal slaps the mat and gets off of Azraith.
He gets out of the ring and starts to yell at X.
X shoves the ref into Real Deal, who instinctively shoves the
referee into the guardrail to deflect him, effectively taking him out.
X grins at Real Deal and charges him.
The two men start to brawl back and forth, back and forth until X
ducks a punch by Real Deal and X NAILS the X-Terminator to the concrete
floor! Real Deal is out cold,
but X isn?t done! Dutch
Harris: What?s he?is he
coming over here?! Eryk
Masters: Dude, he looks
pissed. He?s staring right
AT you. X
grabs Dutch Harris? chair and folds it up.
He walks over to Real Deal, standing over him.
He then drives the edge of the chair into Real Deal?s oft-injured
knee! Real Deal grimaces in pain and X drives it in again!
He picks up Real Deal?s leg and then locks in a spinning toe
hold! Real Deal screams in
pain as the hold is sunk in. Meanwhile,
in the ring, Azraith picks OutKast up and whips him to the ropes.
OutKast, however, stops himself from flying back towards Azraith
and races to Azraith. He
flips over him like a sunset flip and then hits a HARD low blow to
Azraith! Azraith falls to the
ground in pain. OutKast
charges towards X and slides through the bottom rope, NAILING X with a
baseball slide which rockets X OVER the guardrail into the stands!
OutKast leans down and checks on Real Deal and then the referee,
who is coming to. Eryk
Masters: Such a hero.
Look at him?so concerned about Real Deal and then?what?
Oh, ref, you?re out, too? Well
I can?t beat everybody if I don?t have a referee! OutKast
picks Real Deal up and takes him to their corner.
Real Deal sits on the steps, cradling his leg.
OutKast steps into the ring and beckons Azraith to come and face
him. Azraith grimaces and
starts to trade blows with OutKast. Azraith
rockets OutKast with a punch and then kicks him in the midsection. He shoves OutKast?s head in between his legs, but OutKast
grabs Azraith?s legs and drops him to the mat!
OutKast steps through and HOOKS IN THE SHARPSHOOTER!!
Azraith bellows in pain as OutKast sits down hard on the painful
submission. X, meanwhile,
stumbles over the guardrail finally.
The referee sees Azraith in the submission and slides in.
He slaps OutKast?s shoulder and OutKast releases it, hands up in
victory. The referee,
meanwhile, shakes his head vehemently no.
OutKast tries to figure out what it is, while the referee points to
Real Deal, who STILL hasn?t gotten back up from cradling his intensely
pained knee. The referee
slaps his hands together, shaking his head no and the fans realize with
grim reality what the referee means. Dutch
Harris: NO NO!!!
DAMN IT! Eryk
Masters: HA HA!
Here in The SHOOT Project, you HAVE TO TAG YOUR PARTNER! Dutch
Harris: OutKast HAD
him?God? OutKast
curses and starts back out of the ring.
He pushes Real Deal and points to the ring, explaining to him what
the referee wanted. Real Deal looks back, sighs, and tries to stand.
He crumbles against the ring apron, and then rolls himself into the
ring. He gets to one knee,
still cradling the other hurt one. Azraith
shrugs and slaps him in the head. He slaps him again and again and again, until Real Deal
collapses completely. Azraith
smirks and picks him up. He
drags him over to X and tags X into the ring.
Azraith shoves Real Deal?s head in between his legs.
He screams and then hoists Real Deal up for a powerbomb, but X
grabs Real Deal?s head and DROPS him with a neckbreaker!
Azraith gets out of the ring while Real Deal reaches out to
OutKast, who has to stand all the way across the ring, and is very
incensed. Dutch
Harris: God knows?I?I
don?t think Real Deal can take anymore?damn it, referee, let him tag
OutKast! Can?t you see
he?s hurt?! X
stands over Real Deal, shaking his head.
He points to OutKast, who continues to glare.
X laughs and then kicks Real Deal hard in the head.
He looks over the booing crowd, but Real Deal hooks him into a
schoolboy! The referee slides
into try to count a pin, but Real Deal isn?t going for a pin, he rolls
over X-Calibur, and rolls right into his corner AND TAGS IN OUTKAST!!
OutKast steps into the ring and connects with a huge right hand to
X?s head! Azraith races
into the ring and is caught by a HARD right from OutKast, sending him
straight to the mat! OutKast
slaps his chest three times and holds his arms high in the air.
The fans erupt, but suddenly, the lights go out. Eryk
Masters: What the?what?s
this?! Dutch
Harris: Oh no?I bet you
it?s? ?The
Outsider? by A Perfect Circle plays as a video montage of footage of
OutKast?s home, his cars, and finally?him and his family is shown.
His ?O? symbol, ?, suddenly grows black highlighted by a white
light on a black background, and then, the lights come back on,
OutKast?s eyes darting all around.
Suddenly, X-Calibur kicks OutKast HARD in the stomach and BOOM!
NAILS the X-Terminator on OutKast!
The fans boo loudly as X makes the cover. Dutch
Harris: NO!!
Ozymandias? taunt is gonna cost OutKast and Real Deal the match! Eryk
Masters: King of Kings, baby,
King of Kings! The
referee slides into position to count the pin?.1??2?..suddenly,
the referee stops the count as he sees Real Deal screaming at him that
OutKast?s foot is on the rope! The fans ERUPT! Real
Deal crumbles to the concrete floor in intense pain now that he ran over
to OutKast and put his leg on the bottom rope.
The referee slaps X-Calibur?s shoulder and points to the foot.
X screams in frustration. He
picks up OutKast and whips him to the ropes.
Meanwhile, Azraith gets up behind X.
OutKast charges back in with a blind clothesline, which X ducks!
Azraith is NAILED with a clothesline rocketing him out of the ring!
OutKast bounces back off the ropes and kicks X in the stomach.
He shoves the head underneath the crutch of his arm! Dutch
Harris: ALIENATOR! Eryk
Masters: What IS that?
Alienator II? Dutch
Harris: OutKast has
reinvented the Alienator! Can
he hit it?! OutKast
hooks the inside arm with his outside arm, only locking in HALF the normal
butterfly guard that he does for the Alienator.
He then TWISTS X-Calibur as he falls back into a modified version
of the Alienator! He sprawls
over X-Calibur?s body, as the twist forces him over onto him and the
referee slides into position? 1???. 2????. 3!!!!!!!!! Dutch
Harris: OH MY GOD!!
OUTKAST HAS DEFEATED X-CALIBUR!
INSTANT HEAT HAS WON!! INSTANT
HEAT WINS!! Dutch Harris: Ladies and Gentlemen what a night it has turned out to be. The return of Jason Johnson, the firing of Ed Raymond, the cage match, the ladder match... and now it ends with OutKast and The Real Deal taking victory. Eryk Masters: And to think come April Twelfth, those two are going to fight one on one for the World Title... a match we haven't seen in almost two years! Dutch Harris: The Long Road Home leads to just one place... that is Reckoning Day folks. We'll be back live on April the Twelfth to kick off the march to Reckoning Day... you won't want to miss it. Eryk Masters: I'm Eryk Masters saying goodnight and so long from Okalahoma City! The camera fades on the image of The Real Deal and OutKast standing in the ring now, looking at each other after the embrace, both men smiling slightly. 
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