| Eryk Masters: OH MAN, ROBERT MACK. Here we are? SAFECO FIELD and
we?re getting started off proper, man.
Robert Mack: Reckoning Day 2005 has arrived, folks. Eryk Masters: I am so fucking pumped amped heart peeing like whoa I like it what the fuck SHOOT Project oh my god READY for this. And I?m sure you?re going to business this right the fuck up, so take it away!!! RECKONING DAY YEAH!!! Robert Mack: Our opening match up tonight is going to be for a lack of a better term a War. The Gauntlet match to decide who walks out tonight as the Iron Fist Champion. Eryk Masters: Jun Kenshin, comes in the current champion, but he certainly is going to have a long night. Robert Mack: The Iron Fist Title is right here in front of us. Tonight we will have 4 men who want to leave as the champion, but only one can become the survivor of this battle. Eryk Masters: This is the first time the Iron Fist has ever been decided like this. Listen to this crowd they are pumped up for this opening match. Robert Mack: Well our first surprise for the fans is standing inside the ring as we speak. Ladies and gentleman let?s welcome back our ring announcer, and your ring announcer Samantha Coil!! The crowd breaks into a Welcome Back, Welcome Back, Welcome Back chant which causes Samantha to blush and wave. She is wearing a sleek black blouse with black heels as she looks radiant. Eryk Masters: Let?s kick this one off, hell we don?t even know which two will be starting the match but here we go. Samantha Coil: Ladies and gentleman welcome to SHOOT Project?s Reckoning Day. The opening contest is a Gauntlet match to declare who will walk out as the Iron Fist Champion. The crowd breaks into a huge roar awaiting the beginning of this encounter. Samantha Coil: The rules of this match are simple. Two men will start the match it will go until one of the men is unable to answer the 10 count. Then by luck of the draw will come in with the same rule in effect. This will go on until we have only one victor.  The lights go dim as the crowd gets ready to see the man of the hour. Diamonds are forever The SHOOT Girls walk out wearing "He?s Back" Toronto Raptors Jersey Dresses and begin dancing as the instrumental from Kanye West?s "Diamonds Are Forever" blares through the speakers. But Storm doesn?t come out. ?Diamonds Are Forever? fades out and a raspy voice is heard. Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Out walks Eli Storm with a white towel over his head. He is wearing black wrestling sweats with a red strip up the side. His hands and forearms are taped up. He walks down the ramp way as the music continues. I'm the one-man army, Ason Storm slides into the ring and grins and pyros SHOOT off. The SHOOT
Girls exit back through the entrance area as Storm climbs the turnbuckle. Eli gets into the ring wearing his wrestling gear waiting and watching to see who his first opponent will be here tonight. There is a pause for a moment adding to the suspense, and then finally Get Your Roll On by Shells begins playing. Samantha Coil: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 256lbs, he
hails from Brooklyn, New York, ladies and gentleman Jacob Ghost!! Referee Austin Linam once again quickly tries to go over the rules, but is interrupted as both men tie up in the center of the ring, with neither man getting an advantage, all the while the referee calls for the bell. Both men jockey for the upper hand, but they make it to the ropes causing the referee to call for the break, but neither man wants to release his grasp on the other. Finally both men release their hold of one another before the referee begins his 5 count. Jacob goes for and connects, with a surprise martial arts thrust to the neck of Eli causing him to gasp for air. Jacob then goes over connecting with a knife edge chop sending Eli back a couple of steps. Jacob Irish whips Eli into the ropes, sending him up and over with a back body drop. Eli gets up to his knee?s holding his lower back feeling the pain from the blow. Staring up at Jacob who has a smirk on his face liking what he has done to this point to the self imposed Incredible Eli Storm. Robert Mack: So far in the early goings I am seeing Jacob get the upper hand. Eryk Masters: This isn?t going to be enough to win this opening match of the gauntlet though Rob. Eli back to his feet shoving Jacob backwards which causes Jacob to go for a straight right hand, but Eli blocks it then blocks a second attempt. Eli catches Jacob with a quick jab sending Jacob into the ropes he goes for a clothesline, but Jacob ducks under and then goes off the opposite side ropes connecting with a flying fore arm to the jaw of Eli sending him down to the canvas. Ghost then reaches down grabbing the head of Eli pulling him in tightly with a side head lock, then down to the mat in still holding onto the headlock tightly. Eli slowly gets back up to his feet pulling himself back up, connecting with a series of back elbows to the midsection of Eli, causing him to release his grip on the side head lock. Eli sends Jacob into the ropes then catches Jacob with a five star drop kick to the jaw sending Jacob head over heels back into the ropes. Eli gets up and goes over picking up Jacob sending him into the corner he then delivers a stiff shot to the jaw of Jacob causing him to try and cover up. Eli then races back across the ring and comes running towards Jacob connecting with a splash in the corner. Jacob stumbles out of the corner and is met with a front Russian leg sweep sending Jacob down face first. Eli looks up to the top rope as he climbs up watching the body of Jacob seemingly not moving. He comes off with an attempted splash, but just in the nick of time Jacob gets his knee?s up catching Eli in the abdomen causing Eli to roll around on the mat writhing in pain. Robert Mack: I can?t believe Eli made that mistake Eryk. I mean he took Jacob a little too lightly there. Eryk Masters: Both men are down on the mat in pain, but I think that Eli is the worse for wear now. He still hasn?t recovered yet. Jacob using the ropes to do so gets to his feet, walking over picking up Eli and hitting him with a high vertical suplex holding him high up in the air then sending him crashing down hard to the mat. Jacob then goes down catching Eli with an elbow drop to the chest. Jacob reaches down picking up Eli by the hair, but Eli catches Jacob by his tights throwing him out and through the ropes to the floor. Eli slides out under the bottom rope delivering a stiff kick to the lower back of Jacob, causing Jacob to have a look of absolute pain on his face. Eli then climbs up to the ring apron after positioning Jacob he comes off hitting a spring board DDT off the ring apron sending Jacob down to the mat on the outside and not moving. Eli gets up playing to the crowd who gives him a mixed reaction. He reaches down sending Jacob back inside the ring under the bottom rope, following him in as well. Robert Mack: This one is getting intense. Eli seems like he might have this one in hand. Eryk Masters: We don?t agree on much, but this is one of those times. Eli picks up Jacob and picks him and delivers a belly to belly suplex, then walks over confidently to the corner telling the referee to begin counting Jacob down. The referee gets into position and begins making his count. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. Jacob begins to stir slightly to which makes Eli seemingly frustrated as he comes running hitting a baseball sliding drop kick. Eli gets back up quickly dropping a knee drop to the head of Jacob a series of 4 times. Eli plays to the crowd turning his back to Jacob for a couple of moments then he goes over climbing up to the top turnbuckle, then Eli comes off the top rope with an attempted missile drop kick, but somehow Jacob responds with a drop kick of his own landing his feet deep in the midsection of Eli sending him rolling around the mat trying to catch his breath. Jacob and Eli both are down as the referee begins making the mandatory 10 count. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN., Jacob rolls over to his feet and starts to catch his breathe as Storm tries to pull himself up using the ropes. But Jacob doesn?t give Eli a chance as he rushes him and dumps him over the top rope and Storm goes over the top and crashes face first onto the floor. Storm is dazed as he tries to pull himself up on the ring apron. Robert Mack: Storm isn?t in a good place right now, he maybe out on his feet. Eryk Masters: There is no maybe about that, Mack?he is out. Jacob comes off the ropes with a running and goes for a baseball slide, but Storm sidesteps at the last moment and yanks Ghost right out of the ring. Storm shakes the cobwebs out of his head and nails Jacob with a dropkick to the side of the head as Ghost is trying to get up. Storm picks up Jacob and wraps him up in a Dragon Sleeper. Storm has it in tight as gets good footing. And with one good heave Storm nails a Reverse Suplex right into the ring post. Storm rolls back into the ring and tells the ref to count. Right as the ref is about to start counting when Storm sees Jacob slowly stirring. Storm: Damn!!! Storm kicks the mat out of anger and walks over to the ropes. Storm launches himself over the ropes with a cross body, but Jacob catches Storm and uses his motion to toss Storm into the guard railing. Storm hits the guardrail with a sickening thud. Storm is crumpled up on the floor as Jacob rest on the floor. Eryk Masters: That was insane!!! Robert Mack: And this is what they are willing to go through for a shot at that Iron Fist Title. Jacob grabs Storm and places him on the guard railing and starts to search under the ring. Jacob up pulls out a ladder as the crowd goes insane. Ghost grabs the guard rail and unhinges it as he places the guard rail on Storm. Jacob steps back and nails a dropkick onto the rail smashing it against Storm. Jacob smiles and rest against the ring apron as Storm crumbles to the floor. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT.. NINE.. Storm pulls himself up on the guard railing once again, breaking the count. Jacob gets a head full of steam and goes for a clothesline, but Storm pushes the guard rail right into Jacob. Jacob falls back on the floor as Storm grabs the ladder. Storm places the guard rail right across, from the ring apron to another section of the guard railing. Storm grabs Jacob and rams him head first onto the railing. Storm lifts Jacob up onto the railing Storm climbs into the ring and ascends the turnbuckle. Storm gives the signal for the Seven Year Itch, his version of the Shooting Stardust Press. Storm leaps off the top turnbuckle, and connects landing on the seemingly limp body of Jacob. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit chant begins echoing throughout the arena. Eryk Masters: How can either man still be alive after that type of high risk move? And to think the winner of this one still has to fight twice more tonight possibly. Robert Mack: This is only the beginning Eryk and I can?t believe these two are going to go very far, but they are making the fans scream with appreciation. Eli begins stirring after pushing the ladder off his body and tossing it back onto the body of Jacob who is busted wide open. Eli shakes his head trying to clear out the cobwebs from the high impact match up to this point. Eli leans up against the announce table as the referee begins to make the count. The crowd standing watching counting along with the referee who begins. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. Eryk Masters: I think Eli might have ended it there. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT.. Finally Jacob begins to stir using the body of Eli Storm to pull himself up right before the count of nine can be made. Eli slams his fist down on the announce table in outright frustration and wondering what else he has to do to stop Jacob Ghost for a 10 count. Eli reaches down picking up a steel chair which was under the ring apron, raising it high in the air and then begins to come down to strike Jacob, but Jacob catches Eli with a drop toe hold sending Eli face first into the steel chair. Jacob reaches over grasping the head of Eli slamming it repeatedly into the chair causing Eli to bleed. Jacob slowly gets to his feet still feeling the effects of the contest. Jacob picks up Eli and picks him up in the air in a fall away slam delivering it causing Eli to hit the ring apron face first. Jacob sends Eli back into the ring under the bottom rope, following him back inside the ring. Jacob gets up quickly and falls down putting Eli in a cross face submission move .. APATHOS TERMINUS causing Eli to scream out in pain, even tapping out, but it makes no difference as the match can?t be stopped or decided via submission. Ripping and pulling for a few more moments then finally releasing his grasp on the hold. The fans chant ?YOU TAPPED OUT!? loud as hell. Robert Mack: This match has been an all out war of attrition. Eryk Masters: What could each of these men have left to give in this match? Storm tapped out! Robert Mack: Oh damn! Ghost has made Storm tap and Lonewolf tapped last week but this match MUST continue! Jacob picks up Eli sending him into the ropes, connecting with a kick to the midsection doubling him over catching him with a double under hook going for a DDT but Eli fights out of it. Jacob quickly picks up Eli and picks him up into a position for a power bomb, then lands a sit down power bomb and rolling out of the way. Jacob doesn?t get up though wincing in pain holding his back, writhing in pain and trying to get to his feet as he notices Eli is still down on the canvas. Jacob begins pulling himself up and does get to his feet, using the turnbuckle to hold him up, then suddenly he slumps down to the canvas as the referee begins looking at both men lying on the canvas and then begins to make the count. ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT.. Eli and Jacob get to one knee as then they both get to there feet causing the crowd to stand up cheering loudly, then Jacob and Eli come towards one another, with Eli swinging wildly and missing Jacob, who catches a stiff clothesline sending Eli back down to the canvas. Jacob then picks up Eli grabbing Eli, taking him down with a 360 move down to the floor. Stomping him in the face with your left foot, you go on your right knee and putting his neck on the inside of your left knee, putting pressure by strangling his neck and applying a pain compliance to his elbow. Eryk Masters: I can?t imagine how either man can do anything. I know I?ve said that before, but wow, what has to happen to keep one of them down for a 10 count. Robert Mack: It is hard to say, I think you might have to kill one of them. Jacob tosses Eli back into the ring and follows him back inside the ring under the bottom rope. Then hitting the side of Eli?s head with a stiff kick causing Eli?s eyes to glaze over and look like he is suffering from a concussion. Jacob then reaches down picking up Eli sending him into the ropes and then catches him with a kick to the midsection doubling him over once more, then picks him up as Ghost grabs Eli by the arm and SLAMS him with THE VIPER?S THROW! The already damaged arm of Storm continues to take a beating! ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT! Jacob gets up to his feet still waiting and watching Eli who isn?t moving. NINE! Eli stands up! Suddenly from the back, out comes Eli?s prot?g?, Jaysin Skyy! Robert Mack: What the hell is this? Get this kid out of here! Skyy gets up on the apron but Ghost pulls him in and grabs the arm of Skyy and he takes him down with The Viper?s Throw! The knee of Ghost is violently driven to the face of Skyy as Storm sneaks behind Ghost?. LOW BLOW! Storm grabs Ghost and drops him on his head with THE STORM BUSTER! But Storm isn?t done. He pops the hips ala Eddie for ANOTHER Brainbuster as Storm flips Ghost back? ANOTHER STIFF AS FUCK STORM BUSTER! Storm gets back up. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! The crowd boos as Storm cheated his ass off with help from his prot?g? as Ghost rolls out of the ring holding his head in pain. Samatha Coil: Your winner and advancing to the next round at a time of 23 minutes and 59 seconds? ELI STORM! Robert Mack: This is a miscarriage of justice. Ghost had the match won and Jaysin Skyy stuck his nose where it didn?t belong. Eryk Masters: He did what a good prot?g? should do to his mentor. He took one for the team.
Eryk Masters: Can?t Storm get like 5 minutes to stretch out, maybe get some water? The lights dim as a green net falls over the entrance. ?Duck Down!? by The Roots plays over the speakers to a THUNDEROUS ovation as Sam can be barely heard but she still makes the announcement. Samantha Coil: The next participant in The Gauntlet match?. He hails from San Diego, California and weighs in at 203 pounds. He is the defending SHOOT Project Iron Fist Champion? JUN KENSHIN! Four steel structures come down as they are all side by side and the structures sparkle into life as they spell out. K T F O Out steps The Iron Fist Champion who is all business as he pumps his fist as he is in the middle of his letters that has become his credo. He is dressed in all black with silver trim ?KTFO? tights as he?s got the ?Reckoning Day 05? hooded sweat shirt that he takes off and throws into the crowd. The Iron Fist Championship is around his waist as he takes it off and kisses it. Robert Mack: Seattle sure loves them some of Jun Kenshin don?t they? Eryk Masters: We?re going to see Kenshin vs. Storm III. This is just the first match and I can already feel my heart about to pee. Storm motions for a timeout with his hands as he backs away. Sam gets out of the ring as Kenshin is about to step into the ring but gets a baseball slide dropkick to his chest as the fans boo the cheap shot. ?Duck Down!? is cut off and the lights come on as the structures are being moved out by the crew. Storm grabs Kenshin and rams him back first to the edge of the ring as Storm picks Kenshin up and looking to ram him into the steel pole but Kenshin squirms free as he grabs Storm by the hair and yanks down as Storm is jerked down suddenly. Kenshin sits him back as he measures him and hits him with a kick to the spine as a loud ?OH!? is heard. Kenshin goes to the apron now as he runs the length of the ring apron and then does a seated dropkick from the apron and onto Storm?s face! Robert Mack: This is going to end early, Eryk! Eryk Masters: Poor Storm. He already had to wrestle Ghost and Kenshin didn?t give him any break at all. Referee Austin Linam starts to count as Storm looks to be out of it but Kenshin shakes his head no like he?s not done with Storm as Kenshin grabs Storm and throws him back into the ring. Storm is down on the canvas as Kenshin leaps over the ropes and drops the leg across the throat of Storm with a San Diego Jam variant. Kenshin grabs Storm back up but Storm with a poke to the eye as Kenshin flinches. Storm grabs Kenshin and drops him face first with a running bulldog. Storm gets up as he is breathing hard as he is wore down from the previous match. Storm loosens the turnbuckle padding as he exposes the top turnbuckle and it?s just a steel bolt. Robert Mack: This can?t be good for either man. Eryk Masters: These two had some wars, hell they wrestled each other at Master of the Mat, Storm has got to want some revenge. Storm whips Kenshin as hard as he can as Kenshin goes chest first into the exposed turnbuckle! BOOM! Kenshin rolls on the canvas as he holds his chest. Storm takes aim as he does a running knee drop to the chest of Kenshin. Storm goes to the top rope as he drops all his weight to the chest of Kenshin with a Vader Splash. Storm yells at the ref to start counting. One? Two? Three? Four?. Kenshin rolls back up. Storm takes his head off with a running leg lariat. Storm now turns Kenshin over to face the canvas as Storm places both knees on the back of Kenshin and hoists Kenshin?s body on his knees as Kenshin screams in pain. Robert Mack: There?s no submissions in this match but Storm will wear Kenshin down with this move. Eryk Masters: Having your wind is so important in this grueling match because remember Lonewolf awaits the winner of this match. Storm continues to have the hold locked in as Kenshin tries to wiggle free but Storm has the hold locked in. Kenshin swings his body one side as he JERKS his body into the opposite side and he loosens Storm?s grip as Kenshin does it again and this time, he is loose. Kenshin hits the ropes as he looks to do the Corkscrew Elbow but Storm moves out of the way. Storm drives both boots to the chest of Kenshin as the mouth of Kenshin is bloodied. Robert Mack: Kenshin could have internal injuries after Storm has worked on his torso area. Storm now goes to the outside of the ring as he grabs a chair and goes back in but he throws down the chair. Storm grabs Kenshin and carelessly throws Kenshin on the turnbuckle in the tree of woe position. Kenshin is upside down and Storm is holding him there as Storm uses his foot to pull the chair where he is standing. Storm hits the chair with his hand as he looks to the crowd, Storm licks his lips in anticipation as he CRACKS Kenshin on the back with the chair while he is upside down! Eryk Masters: Kenshin was defenseless and Storm just NAILED him with that chair. What viciousness from the former Iron Fist Champ! The crowd boos Storm who holds the chair in triumph. Kenshin just collapses on the canvas as he holds his back in pain. Storm tees up the chair like Ichiro from the Mariners as he waves Kenshin to get back up. Storm swings the chair with all his might but Kenshin ducks out of the way! The chair is out in front as Kenshin jerks the chair right back into Storm?s throat with a Russian Leg Sweep! The throat of Storm hits the steel as Storm is jerking violently. Kenshin grabs the chair now as he goes to the top rope but he is slow to get up. Robert Mack: I thought Kenshin hated using weapons, why is he using one now? Eryk Masters: It?s got to be a way to survive. I know he?d rather wrestle but Storm came tonight to fight. Kenshin does a flip as he throws the chair by his butt as the full force of his body plus the chair catches Storm right on the face with an atomic skull crusher! Kenshin holds the base of his spine but struggles to get up as the ref counts Storm down. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Storm struggles to get up as Kenshin grabs the chair. He looks at the chair and then throws it out of the ring with a disgusted look on his face. Storm gets up and gets a running enzugiri to his head as Storm collapses to the canvas. Kenshin grabs Storm as he whips him to the ropes but Storm reverses it into a handspring elbow! Storm is hit and goes all the way to the floor from the impact as the fans clap. Storm is stunned as Kenshin hits the ropes? he runs and does a cartwheel, he leaps and tucks his head and leaps onto the floor but his foot catches the top rope as Kenshin is just splattered on the floor! Robert Mack: Jesus! Kenshin might have knocked himself out! The fans get up as they are concerned for Kenshin who hit back first really hard on the floor. Storm gets up as he smiles from ear to ear not believing his incredible luck that Kenshin missed. Storm laughs at Kenshin as Storm rolls back in and tells the ref to count Kenshin. Eryk Masters: What a stupid move by Kenshin. Who does he think he is jumping off the ring and onto the floor like that? Robert Mack: That?s why it?s high risk but it wasn?t stupid. He was trying to end this match early. The ref counts? One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Kenshin gets up. Storm now goes to the top rope as he measures Kenshin as Storm does a Hector Garza like Corkscrew Body Press as his body goes 360 degrees and his chest lands right on Kenshin?s head as the two are both down. Storm gets up as he takes a bow to big time boos from the crowd. Storm grabs the ring steps now as he moves it where Kenshin?s body is. Storm back pedals as he motions for Kenshin to get up. Eryk Masters: Whatever Storm has in mind. I think Kenshin won?t like it. Kenshin stumbles back up as Storm hits a Running Diamond Cutter that he calls The Perfect Storm onto the steel steps! The sound of skull hitting steel results with a loud THUD! sound as Storm yells at the ref to count. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight?. Kenshin rolls back up. Storm grabs a chair from a fan and places it on the chest of Kenshin as Storm does a running Rolling Thunder ala RVD as Storm sacrifices his body by driving his back onto the chair crushing Kenshin in the process. One? Two? Three.. Four?. Five? Six? Seven? Eight? Storm runs back at Kenshin but Kenshin trips Storm as he does a drop toe hold as Storm?s nose hits the steel. Storm?s nose is bloodied instantly as Kenshin struggles to get back up as he has a grimace on his face but the San Diego native rolls Storm back in. Kenshin follows suit as he crawls to Storm but instead of picking him up, he just hammers down with HARD as FUCK fists to the face of Storm. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each shot is fired with more ferocity as you can tell just how much hate is between the two. Storm tries to crawl away but Kenshin pulls him back as Kenshin drives his knee to the crotch of Storm as the crowd shouts ?OOOOHHHH!? Storm?s eyes go HUGE as Kenshin shouts ?One more time!? Kenshin DRIVES the knee into the crotch one more time indeed as Storm convulses with pain as he is holding the nether regions in pain. Eryk Masters: Give me a break. Blatant rule breaking by Kenshin with fists and now crotch shots, this is supposed to be a hero? Robert Mack: It?s a matter of survival now, Eryk. Kenshin now goes to the outside as he pulls out a pair of pliers. He goes back inside to the ring as he goes to work on that exposed turnbuckle. The piece of metal falls out as a huge steel bolt falls. Kenshin unwraps his wrist of the tape as he puts the turnbuckle on the sole of his boot and wraps it. Robert Mack: No! Kenshin don?t do this. A Heaven?s Blade is bad enough but having a piece of steel on his boot? Eryk Masters: Someone stop this Mack. This isn?t right! Kenshin finishes taping his boot as he is walking gingerly due to the turnbuckle on his foot. He measures Storm? Storm gets back and gets a STIFF AS FUCK Heaven?s Blade with a piece of steel on Kenshin?s foot! The crowd chants ?Holy Shit!? as Kenshin raises his arms out to the heavens as the ref counts. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight? Nine.. Amazingly, the bloodied Storm rolls back as Kenshin can?t believe it. Kenshin with a kick to the gut of Storm as he hoists him up? Lift....spin? and drop?. Blind Justice! Storm is dropped on his head with a Blind Justice as the ref starts the count again. One? Two? Three?. Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight? NINE! TEN! Samantha Coil: Your winner at a time of 17 minutes and advancing to the final round of The Gauntlet? JUN KENSHIN! Kenshin looks down in amazement as he can?t believe Storm could get up from his super kick with the piece of steel. The ref helps Storm back up but Storm kicks the ref in gut and drops him with a Perfect Storm! Robert Mack: Why the hell did Storm do that? The ref was just doing his damn job! Eryk Masters: He pissed off Storm, that?s why! Storm and Kenshin look at each other as Storm has a crazed look on his face as he can?t believe that he lost to Kenshin again. Storm falls through the ropes as he can barely stand but he will walk out of his own power. Suddenly?. We kiss Static X?s ?Cold? is playing as out steps Lonewolf to deafening boo?s from the crowd. Lonewolf is wearing a black camouflage tights, black combat boots and a black beret. He?s got an U.S. Army vest with his last name ?Rockwell? on it as the boos grow louder for his choice of outfit as the former Army Sergeant just stands there as his eyes are focused on the survivor. Samantha Coil: The final entrant to the Gauntlet Match.. he hails from Charlotte, North Carolina. He stands at 6 feet 6 inches and weighs in at 252 pounds? THIS. IS. LONEWOLF! Your name Kenshin points to Lonewolf as Kenshin ?draws the line? in the sand as he dares Lonewolf to come into his ring and cross it. Lonewolf doesn?t take the bait as he takes his time coming down. Robert Mack: It has come down to Lonewolf and Jun Kenshin. This is it, the final stage of this grueling Gauntlet match. Eryk Masters: I?m tired just calling this thing, Mack. Phew! Cold Lonewolf slowly climbs up the turnbuckles as he takes off the beret and his vest which were items from his past where he served his country. Cold is cut off as Kenshin wants to charge Lonewolf but the ref stops him. Lonewolf yells at the ref to restrain Lonewolf as Lonewolf is stalling as the crowd boos him even more. LW fakes like he?s going to come in but he instead decides to stretch. Robert Mack: What the hell is this? Lonewolf had plenty of time to stretch in the back. Kenshin wants to go down but the ref stops him. LW sees his moment to strike as Kenshin is distracted by the ref as he hits Kenshin with a double axe handle in the back. Lonewolf grabs Kenshin and takes him down to the mat with an amateur style take down from behind. LW rears back with MMA style knees as Kenshin covers up and scrambles to get to his feet. LW goes for a takedown but Kenshin sprawls as LW is prevented with the takedown. LW hits the ropes as Kenshin does the leap frog and then catches LW with a snapping hurricanrana. LW goes to the floor as he hits the apron as he is frustrated that Kenshin is still this alert. Kenshin decided that he has had enough of the stalling of LW as he chases LW as LW runs away. Eryk Masters: This has got to be some kind of strategic retreat by Lonewolf. He?s not running away, Mack. Robert Mack: He?s not? It sure looks like he?s got the case of the limber tail. Kenshin chases Lonewolf outside the floor as Lonewolf decides to go back all the way to the entrance ramp but Kenshin is hot on his tail! Lonewolf goes to the back as Kenshin is right there. WHAM! Out of nowhere, you see Lonewolf with a baseball bat as he just cracked Kenshin right across the ribs with a baseball bat. The fans boo like crazy as Lonewolf smiles as he grabs Kenshin who is coughing blood from the shot. Lonewolf throws Kenshin on the ground as Kenshin crawls to the ring and away from the baseball bat wielding Lonewolf. Lonewolf now puts on a Seattle Mariners batting helmet to further infuriate the crowd as he is obviously pandering to the crowd before LW goes over to Kenshin. LW snatches the helmet off his head and RAMS it into the face of Kenshin. The hard plastic damn near knocks some teeth out of from Kenshin whose legs buckle from the shot. Robert Mack: Lonewolf is using the equipment from the Mariners with a bat and a helmet. What?s next? The pitching machine? Eryk Masters: Hell, why not? We?ve seen some crazy things and this PPV is just beginning. LW jabs the baseball bat to the stomach of Kenshin again. LW now chokes Kenshin with the baseball as Kenshin?s legs thrash about. LW finally lets go as he raises the bat one more time before striking DOWN with the bat but Kenshin dodges the blow as the bat splinters from the impact. Kenshin grabs some of the wood splinters and throws it into the eyes of Lonewolf who screams. LW drops the bat as Kenshin now has that splintered bat as he RAMS the bat into the face of LW and then RAKES the bat into the forehead of Lonewolf who is SCREAMING! Robert Mack: Take that Lonewolf! How do you like it now? Eryk Masters: Calm down, Mack. Take it easy. The blood trickles from the forehead of Lonewolf as Kenshin releases the destroyed bat and throws it away. Kenshin rolls Lonewolf into the ring as he is slow to follow as he is holding his ribs. LW gets up as he swings with a wild haymaker, Kenshin with a snapping kick to the ribs of Lonewolf. Kenshin with an inverted face lock and drives his elbow into the wound of Lonewolf. Crimson Tears! Robert Mack: What an appropriate name for that move as Lonewolf is indeed crying crimson tears. This match has degenerated into a brawl. Kenshin measures Lonewolf as he CONNECTS with a roundhouse to the downed Lonewolf right on his forehead as LW looks to be out. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six.. Lonewolf struggles to get up. Kenshin with another hard kick to the ribs as Kenshin goes to clutch the wrist of LW for his patented Exploder? The D.I.E. but LW fights out of it. LW with a kick to the gut as he NAILS his own version of the D.I.E. The fans boo loud as hell as Lonewolf smiles as he knows he hit Kenshin with his own move. Eryk Masters: Kenshin tastes his own medicine with that D.I.E. Lonewolf taps his foot as the crowd is really letting the Charlotte native hear it as LW is mocking Kenshin?s superkick. Kenshin gets up as Lonewolf HITS the big boot. Lonewolf makes the belt motion as the ref counts. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Kenshin gets up. Lonewolf whips Kenshin hard into the corner as the force of the Irish whip sends Kenshin going 180 degrees and he is trapped into the corner. LW takes him down with a clothesline as Lonewolf gets Kenshin up to the top turnbuckle. Both guys are going all the way up. Eryk Masters: Uh oh. Kenshin cracked his head earlier with that crazy move, what?s going to happen here? Lonewolf THROWS Kenshin up as Lonewolf jumps down and sticks his knee out as Kenshin CRASHES onto Lonewolf?s knee with a TOP ROPE GUTBUSTER! Kenshin shakes like crazy as Lonewolf pumps his fist and yelling ?Yes!? One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six.. Seven? Kenshin rolls up as Lonewolf hoists him up from a power bomb position but holds him there for the Argentina Style back breaker as the massive shoulders of Lonewolf are squeezing the life out of Kenshin?s midsection. Kenshin shakes his legs free however as he kicks the legs of Lonewolf in an attempt to break down the Charlotte big man as the strikes on the legs of LW are really stinging him. Kenshin grabs the leg of LW and SPINS his leg COUNTER clockwise with a sickening Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Robert Mack: Kenshin goes back to what brought him to the dance. Those legendary kicks and that technical wrestling but I think he got caught up with brawling with Storm earlier and now Lonewolf. Kenshin holds his back but he fights through the pain as he flips off Lonewolf as he ties up his legs and applies the Texas Cloverleaf! Eryk Masters: We?re in Seattle but it looks like Kenshin wants to take Lonewolf to Texas! Lonewolf screams in pain as Kenshin has the hold that Dean Malenko made famous as Kenshin is yanking back on the hold and torturing Lonewolf who is shaking his head wildly and reaching his arms toward the ropes but Kenshin walks Lonewolf right back into the middle of the ring as Lonewolf holds his hand like he?s going to tap out but the ref shakes his head no as tap outs don?t count. Robert Mack: Even if Lonewolf taps out, this match continues. It has to end with a knockout! Kenshin YANKS back on the hold as he tweaks his back and holds his back. Lonewolf breathes a sigh of relief as Kenshin holds his back. Lonewolf uses the ropes to get up as Lonewolf grabs Kenshin and throws him to the ropes. Lonewolf DROPS Kenshin with a Tilt a Whirl Back breaker! Eryk Masters: That?s gotta hurt! Robert Mack: Good call on that, Eryk. Eryk Masters: Eat me. Lonewolf rubs his thumb across his throat to signify that the end is near. LW lifts Kenshin up going for his patented DVD? The Code Blue. Lonewolf goes for the Code Blue but on the way down, Kenshin snatches LW by the head and DROPS him with a tornado DDT from nowhere to counter certain doom! The fans clap, shout and stomp their feet in support for Kenshin but both guys are down. One.. Two? Three? Four? Five?. Both guys slowly get up as Lonewolf and Kenshin both get up. Kenshin hits the ropes as Lonewolf drops down and Kenshin hits the ropes and hops over Lonewolf. Both guys hit the ropes and then because of exhaustion? they crack heads in the middle of the ring! Robert Mack: Oh no! They?re both down again! One? Two.. Three?. Four? Five? Six? Seven? LW and Kenshin again both slowly get up. LW goes for a clothesline that Kenshin ducks as Kenshin goes for a back kick but LW catches his foot and slaps on the ankle lock like Kilminster taught him! Kenshin screams in pain as LW has the ankle lock applied! Eryk Masters: Lonewolf damn near broke Kenshin?s ankle once, will he do it again? Kenshin holds his head as the pain is so much for him. He holds his hand as he is about to tap but he balls his fist as the fans chant his name to support him. Kenshin spins his body as he faces LW and kicks him off but LW is relentless and the ankle lock is still on! Kenshin spins one more but instead of trying to kick LW off, he reels LW in as Kenshin now is going for a Cross Armed Breaker! LW fights out of the attempted submission hold however as Kenshin gets back up and charges LW. LW ducks down as he low bridges Kenshin but Kenshin hangs on as he tries to ?skin the cat? ala HBK but LW hits the ropes and he SPEARS Kenshin right across the back as Kenshin goes tumbling to the floor! Robert Mack: My God, what an exchange there. Kenshin countered out of the ankle lock but he might be in worse trouble now being on the outside. Eryk Masters: Stop playing around Wolf. Go in for the kill, already! Lonewolf now goes to the top rope as he is perched up there awaiting for Kenshin to get up as Kenshin is stunned and stumbles back up. Lonewolf does a cross body block from the top as he lands right on Kenshin as Lonewolf gets back up and poses for the crowd to big time boos. Lonewolf gets Kenshin up as he throws Kenshin on the apron now. LW takes off the thin mat pads out and it is just concrete. Robert Mack: What is Lonewolf going to do? Eryk Masters: Those ring pads are out there in order from the Washington States Commission but it looks like Lonewolf doesn?t care about regulations right now. LW nods his head as he gets Kenshin up. He?s got a standing headscissors looking to powerbomb Kenshin on the concrete! The fans are shrieking in horror as Lonewolf is clubbing away on the back as the stiff shots can be heard. Lonewolf hoists Kenshin and POWERBOMBS Kenshin on the concrete floor! SPLAT! Kenshin?s eyes roll to the back of his head as Lonewolf yells. Lonewolf: New champ! New champ RIGHT HERE! One? Two? Three? Four? Five?. Six? Seven? Eight? Nine? Robert Mack: Kenshin is living up to what he said? This man is incredibly resilient. Eryk Masters: I say it?s a slow count. Can this ref even count to 10? Kenshin just gets up as he tries to get up but he just collapses as he uses the guard rail to keep himself propped up. Lonewolf can?t believe it as he charges Kenshin. Kenshin grabs a cup of beer from the floor as he swallows it, he side steps Lonewolf who crashes into the guard rail and then?.. BEER MIST! Kenshin mists Lonewolf right in the eyes as LW yells in pain as his eyes are burning from the alcohol. Kenshin kicks LW in the gut. He takes a look at the exposed concrete as he grabs LW by the torso, clutches the wrist and Kenshin throws Lonewolf with the? D.I.E. on the concrete floor! Eryk Masters: Lonewolf now tastes the concrete and it can?t taste good. Lonewolf convulses in pain as he now holds his back in pain. Kenshin pulls out yet another section of mat pads as he grabs a chair and sets it where Lonewolf is about to crawl back up. Kenshin backs up as he DROPKICKS the chair right into the face of Lonewolf. WHAM! Lonewolf is rocketed backwards from the shot to the face as now Kenshin yells at the ref to count. Kenshin is heard over the boom mics. Jun Kenshin: I?m still standing?. you hear me, John.... I?m STILL standing?. you bastard! One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight? Nine? LW rolls back up as the cut over his forehead is opened up and he is bleeding severely now as his face is the proverbial crimson mask. Kenshin rolls Lonewolf back in now as Kenshin slides in the chair after him. Kenshin positions the chair in the middle of the ring now as Kenshin takes a few steps backward, he runs and uses the chair like a springboard going for an elevated seated drop kick but LW moves out of the way. LW grabs the chair and just flings it as hard as he can RIGHT into the face of Kenshin who was caught off guard. Robert Mack: Both guys must be exhausted, it?s the bottom of the ninth?. The bases are loaded? the score is tied? and?. Eryk Masters: A baseball analogy in Safeco Field. How?d you come up with that one, Mack? Yeesh. Lonewolf now has that chair as he climbs up the top rope. He?s got the chair pressed right across his chest as he flies off?. CHAIR ASSISTED FROG SPLASH! Kenshin moves out of the way however as Lonewolf smacks the canvas hard with the steel as his finger were jammed along with his chest. Robert Mack: Lonewolf was going to crush Kenshin with that chair! Kenshin grabs the chair now as he hits the ropes now as he leaps into the air, spins his body and NAILS the Shining Wizard along with the CHAIR right across the cheek of Lonewolf! KENSHIN?S KRUSH! That was the last bit of energy that Kenshin had as he lays there along with the unconscious Lonewolf. One? Two? Three? Four? Five? A quick shot of both guys down. Six? Seven? The fans are chanting and clapping for Kenshin. Eight? LW starts to get up! Nine? Kenshin starts to get up too and as he does Lonewolf just collapses! TEN! Samantha Coil: Your winner at 23 minutes and 30 seconds and STILL Iron Fist Champion?. JUUUUNNN KEEEENNNSHIIN A MONSTER pop is heard from the Safeco crowd as Kenshin can barely stand as ?Duck Down!? by the Roots plays over the speakers. Lonewolf slithers out of the ring with a disgusted look on his face as Kenshin is on his knees and Linam hands Kenshin the Iron Fist Championship as Kenshin kisses the title as he pumps both of his fists and looks up at the heavens with a smile on his face. Robert Mack: By God, he did it. He went through Eli Storm and Lonewolf to get the job done. He can barely stand but that is Our Iron Fist Champion and I couldn?t be more proud of that man! Cherish this moment, Jun? you deserve it! Silence from the broadcast booth as the ref helps Kenshin back onto his feet as he can?t even stand. He raises the Iron Fist Championship above his head. A quick shot from the entrance ramp as Lonewolf with caked blood on his face GLARES back with an evil look on his face. Obviously, distraught that he has lost, he goes back to the dressing room. Kenshin is walking slowly with the aid of the ref as he takes the walk back victorious. Suddenly from the back, out comes Benjamin Biggs and Chris Lee to help Jun Kenshin to the back as Kenshin?s best friends help him out. Eryk Masters: Look whose here! It?s The Pacific Connection. You talk about SHOOT originals! Robert Mack: Lee and Biggs are here to help Kenshin out, this is a hell of a moment. Biggs puts the Iron Fist Championship on the shoulder of Kenshin while Lee claps and points for the fans to Kenshin as the fans shower him with applause. The trio make their way to the back.
Samantha Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonights match is a Hell in the Cell match for the LAWS OF SURVIVAL TITLE...the opponent, at a height of Six Feet and One inches tall, weighing in at One-Hundred and Eighty Seven Pounds...The ?ANGEL OF VIOLENCE?...GREEEG ALLOOOOOOOCAAA!! Alloca gets into the ring and looks up at the cage, hanging over the ring. Eryk Masters: Tonights match promises to be a vicious one, wouldnt you say, Bobbie? Robert Mack: Indeed it does, and it?ll be interesting to see if the Willenium actually decides to work tonight or find some easy backdoor to win... Eryk Masters: The same could be said of Allocca. Robert Mack: No...no, it couldnt. Eryk Masters: Yes it could be! Greg Allocca is a ?backdoor? master from what I hear! Robert Mack: You?re really pathetic sometimes, y?know that? Mid-guitar solo, Allocca?s music is cut off, only to be replaced by silence. The crowd buzzes with confusion, and then the arena goes completely dark. A single spotlight gleams onto the entrance, showing Eddie impeccably dressed not unlike James Earl Jones in the film ?Coming to America?. Black Armani, a tiger?s pent draped over his shoulders. He stands stoic, and then two women wearing tight slit dressed with a kinte-cloth pattern on them emerge from behind Eddie and throw rose petals at the floor in front of Eddie. Eddie speaks into a microphone... Eddie E.: Excuse me! Hate to interrupt Shining-Times Lollipop Death Metal hour, but I have a very important message from the Laws of Survival champion... Eddie pulls a white sheet of paper out from his inside breast pocket, then clears his throat. Eddie E.: Ahem...The Willenium would like to let you know that...THE CHAMP IS HERE!! At those words, the lights get brought up as a catchy drum beat fills the arena. Four women dressed in the same fashion as the rose-throwers come out with bongos, as do four large men wearing daishikis. They constantly beat out ?bump-bada-bump-bump bump?, as Eddie begins to make his way forward. Eddie E.: The Champ is Here!! Following the drummers are roughly twenty women wearing the same tight kinte-cloth dresses, these ones bellydancing in a frenzied style similar to Shakira. Following them is a motorised platform, not unlike seen in the wrestlemania?s of bygone days, and we see Platinum-selling raper JADAKISS rapping out the lines to the song ?the Champ is Here?,while he gives fans dap and high fives. Eddie E.: The Champ is Here!! Allocca and Coil look dumbfounded, and Allocca is shaking his head in disappointment. After Jada, we see an attractive woman in a much more elaborate kinte gown walk forward with a large velvet pillow, on which rests the Laws of Survival Title. It gleams in the arena lights. Eddie finally climbs to the ring and points directly at Allocca. Eddie E.: The CHAMP is Here!! Finally after the title-bearer, we see a trunk emerge from the curtains...we then see a pair of tusks capped with gold and platinum guards...we see the head of an elephant. Robert Mack: Jesus Christ! On top of the elephant rests the Willenium, Trey Willett, decked out in a periwinkle velour track suit that reads ?ALI? on the back. He is also wearing an ammount of gold chains that would make Clubber Lang jealous, and a large, jewel encrusted crown. Samantha Coil: And his opponent...the LAWS OF SURVIVAL CHAMPION, The WIL? Eddie E.: THE CHAMP IS HERE!! Samantha Coil: ...THE WILL? Eddie E.: THE CHAMP IS HERE!! The Elephant makes his way to the ring, then extends it?s trunk. The Willenium, taking the cue, leaps in the air and then uses the Elephant?s trunk as a slide to get into the ring. The crowd?s disapproval has become adamant, but the Willenium does a dance regardless. Samantha Coil: THE WILLENIUM, TREEEEEEY WILLLET!! The drummers stop, the dancers take a knee, and the title bearer hands the title very respectfully to the referee. Jadakiss jumps into the ring from his plaform, looks right into Allocca?s face, and glares. Jadakiss: The Champion...Mo? fucker. Jada spikes the microphone into the ring, and feedback reigns supreme for about five seconds. Jada exits the ring, and he, the elephant, the twenty dancers, and the eight drummers back off for the cage. The Willenium takes about five minutes removing all of his jewely and placing it onto the velvet pillow that the attractive title bearer is holding. Over his jewelry, he puts his track jacket, and then finally, on top of that, his crown. The bearer exits the ring slowly, and Eddie follows slowly. Before Eddie exits, he hands Trey a Newport and then lights it for him. Eddie walks out, and the crowd begins to cheer as the cells begins to be lowered. Eryk Masters: The Willenium...has this one won already. Robert Mack: What?! Based on pompous entrances?! Eryk Masters: Think of the psychological impact an entrance like that has! Allocca?s probably shat himself! The Willenium leans against the turnbuckle idly, smoking his cigarette. The cell finally lowers completely, and the willenium flicks his smoke directly at Allocca?s face as the bell rings. It explodes in a shower of spark as it hit?s Allocca in the chest, but Allocca stands there motionless. The Willenium takes a stance and begins to move towards Allocca. Allocca moves towards Trey, and both men circle each other cautiously. Robert Mack: Both of these men have met before, so they both know each other?s style relatively well. Eryk Masters: Well, you can obviously see Allocca follow Trey?s lead, waiting for the Willenium to make a move. Sort of pussy, if you ask me. Allocca lunges at Trey, and Trey locks up with him. Trey tries to bring him down with an armdrag, but Allocca stiffens and plants himself, then gives Trey a punch to the spine. Trey walks forward and motions towards the small of his back. Allocca moves towards Trey, about to pounce, but the Willenium turns swiftly and meets him with a font kick right to Allocca?s midsection! The crowd boos as Allocca, doubles over, but their disdain turns to joy as Allocca powers through it and takes Trey down with a spear!! Allocca starts to lay fists into Trey?s head with blinding speed! Robert Mack: Whoa! The Angel of Violence showing where he earns his nickname!! Allocca pops off of Trey and gives him one good kick before climbing the turnbuckles. He makes it to the top before Trey pops up and starts laying fists into Allocca?s face! Allocca finally drops to a sitting position on the turnbuckle, and Trey rakes his eyeks once for good measure before backing off and stomping his foot on the mat. Trey charges Allocca and swings high with a Superkick, but Allocca rolls forwards onto the mat out of the way!! Allocca kips up and gives Trey two kicks to the back of the knee, then drops and takes him down with a schoolboy pin. ONE... TWO... Kickout! Robert Mack:Trey is smart enough to not get beaten that way. Eryk masters: It?s creepy how I?m starting to agree with you. The Willenium rolls backwards and then gets himself up with the assistance of the ropes. Allocca charges at Willenium with a clothesline, but Trey ducks! Trey boots the turning figure of Allocca in the gut, then sinches him into a front headlock. The Willenium pulls him up into the air, then falls backwards with a suplex! The Willenium covers. ONE... TWO... Kickout. Eryk Masters: Luck. Sheer Luck. The Willenium goes up to the ref and starts arguing, and we can see Eddie open up a trail pouch on the Elephant?s saddle. Eddie rummages through it and produces a crowbar! The Willenium is now on top of Allocca, giving him a blatand two-handed choke, which the ref attempts to break up. Robert Mack: That?s so disrepectful!! Eryk Masters: That?s so Effective!! The Willenium screams at him, which only makes him bear down harder on Allocca, which in turn makes the crowd boo even louder. Allocca?s face is turning red now, and the Willenium finally lets go of the choke in order to attempt a pin on Greg... ONE... TWO... Kickout. Allocca gets into a fetal position on the ground and starts to cough as Trey showboats, garnering nothing but disapproval. Eddie is leaisurely making his way over to the door of the cell. Robert Mack: What is Eddie doing? The Willenium turns to kick at Allocca, and does so repeatedly. Trey then pulls up Allocca by his hair, but Allocca breaks the grip and lays a hard fist into Trey?s mug! Trey stumbles backwards, and Allocca runs and vaults...Allocca lands a wicked twisting hurricanrana!! The Willenium, on his part, lays out as if he?s been shot. Allocca hooks his leg for a quick cover... ONE... TWO... Kickout!! Allocca climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a superfly body splash...and lands it!! The crowd explodes in approval, and Allocca desperately covers... ONE... TWO! TH?Kickout!! The Willenium is laid out in a bad way, and it?s at this point that Eddie walks up to the door and with three hard jabbing motions breaks the chain that is padlocking the door closed. The crowd starts buzzing with anticipation, and Allocca looks Eddie dead in the eyes, confusedly. Eddie shrugs, then flips Allocca off, and returns to talk over the match with the Willenium?s entourage and Jadakiss. Allocca moves over to the ropes and contemplates exiting the ring, as if he wants to beat up on Eddie, but he?s hesitating. Eryk Masters: Did...Eddie just help Allocca? No, no, it?s part of a master plan. Master plan, Master Plan. Robert Mack: Wow, they?ve got you brainwashed good, don?t they? Trey Starts to get up slowly, pulling himself up on the turnbuckles until standing. Allocca looks over at Trey, and finally decides against exiting the cage. He begins walking towards Trey, as he finally steadies himself on his feet. Allocca gets up to the Willenium, and Throws a hard right fist at Trey?s face. Trey wobbles on his unsire footing. Allocca Follows up with a stiff left. Trey finally loses his standing and hits the mat HARD. Allocca takes this opportunity to raise a fist in the air and walks towards the Willeniu once more. Trey is pulling himself up, and falls back down once more. Allocca grabs Trey by his ponytail and begins talking some inaudible trash in Trey?s face. He grabs Trey by the wrist and throws his out of the ring. Trey lands face first into the bottom of the cage, whipping his neck backwards. Robert Mack: Oh my god! The Willenium appears to be hurting really bad!! Eryk Masters: Greg Allocca is an animal!! He should be taken into custody, spayed, and then given a shot of phenobarbitol to end his existence!! If a loving family doesnt want him, of course. Trey rolls over and grabs his neck. He is writhing in pain from that, as Allocca follows him outside of the ring. He once again grabs Trey by the back of the ehad, and pulls him up. Allocca anchors himself by grabbing the cage with his left hand, and slams Trey?s head into the cage with all of his might. Trey topples backwards, as Allocca starts laughing at him. The crowd roars with approval as a small trickle of blood rolls down into Trey?s eyes. Trey grabs ahold of the ring apron, and begins pulling himself up. Allocca goes to grab Trey one more time, but Trey counters with a punch to Allocca?s crotch!! Allocca doubles back, and Trey continues to pull himself up. Trey Pulls the tie out of his hair and flips it out of his face. Allocca makes his way back towards Trey, and the two of them throw rights at each other, landing at the same time. Both men topple to the ground once more! The crowd buzzes, all standing, trying to see who is going to get up once more. Robert Mack: One thing I will say, and even you have to agree with me on this Eryk, is that both men certainly seem to be giving their all! Eryk Masters: Yeah, but I still think Trey has a greater threshold for pain at this point. It?s Trey to his feet first! Allocca quickly follows, but is met with a kick to the midsection! Trey positions Allocca! He hooks the left arm...Allocca runs Trey back first into the cage!! The crowd screams as Allocca stands tall looking at Trey. Trey leans against the cage, holding his back. Allocca rears back, and goes for a run against The Willenium...Trey steps out of the way, grabbing Allocca by the back of the head, and lifting him off the ground into the cage wall!!! The crowd is silent as they don?t quite know how to take this technical counter by Trey. Trey picks Allocca up by the hair and walks him out of the cell. The crowd are on their feet as Trey Irish Whips Allocca into the partition!! Eryk Masters: Wow! Trey certainly showing that he isnt screwing around!! Allocca grabs at his head and rolls around on the floor in pain. Trey kicks him in the ribs a few more times for good measure, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Trey drags Allocca?s prone frame to the door, as if he?s going to take it back to the ring, but stops short of entering. The crowd starts buzzing loudly, and Trey places Allocca?s head right next to the fram of the cell door. Trey kneels and donkey punches Allocca viciously in the back of the head twice. Willenium walks over to the cage door, then moves it closer to it?s closed position. The crowd is scremaing in disapproval, figuring out where Trey is going with this. The Willenium swings the door out...and then closed, right onto Allocca?s head!! Robert Mack: Holy Shit! The crowd ?oohs? in pain, and then screams loudly in anger! The Willenium screams ?The Champ is Here!!? and then slams the door again!! The Willenium repeats this process...?The Champ is Here!!? SLAM. ?The Champ is Here!!? SLAM! ?The Champ is Here!!? SLAM!! The crowd is going absolutely apeshit, yelling for Trey?s blood it seems. Robert Mack: That is just Sickening!! Where is this coming from?! Trey has gone from that foolish yet amusing sidekick we all love into a...machine! Eryk Masters: That Even surprised me, and I?ve been a student of the Willenium for quite some time!! Allocca can be seen rolling on the ground, eyes clenched shut, and we can see that he has a large gash on his forehead. The Willenium raises his arms in the air, and then begins to climb the cage very slowly. The crowd is buzzing and cheering, trying to get Allocca up with their spirit. The Willenium is about halfway up, and Allocca desperately crawls to the side of the cage and hooks his fingers into the wire. He begins to pull himself upwards until standing, the crowd cheering louder and louder. Allocca shakes his head once, and then starts to climb. The willenium keeps a lead for a few feet, but Allocca, with a great show of fortitude, is gaining on him!! Eryk Masters: What the Hell?! How can he even move?!? Robert Mack: He?s apparently tougher than we all thought!! The crowd is going wild as trey swings one arm, and then two onto the top of the cell? But Allocca grabs him around the waist!! The Crowd is screaming their fucking heads off as Trey attempts to pull himself to the top, but Allocca is holding on for dear life!! Robert Mack: Oh this...cant be good... Allocca plants both of his feet on the side of the cage...the crowd is screaming in anticipation...Allocca pushes off with all his might and then flys backwards...still holding the Willenium!! It seems like slow motion for a moment as both men fall backwards...in a strange German-suplex type manuever, Trey lands before Allocca?ONTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! The crowd goes insane with their cheers, which then turn to shouts of pure approval as Allocca LANDS ON THE FLOOR DIRECTLY AFTER HIM!!! Eryk Masters: Holy FUCK!!! Robert Mack: Bloody Mary Mother of GOD!!! Both men lay motionless, and Robert Mack and Eryk Masters back off slowly, waiting for who might get up first. Allocca tries to get up, but falls onto his face again. Both mean roll around slowly, attempting to work out the pain, but apparently failing miserably. The crowd starts to lose heat, apparently concerned that one of or both men might be seriously injured. Allocca starts to pull himself up to standing, resting his upper body on the Spanish announce table. We can hear the Spanish Announcers over the boom mike, screaming in horor or fascination, we cant tell which. Consuela Rodurigez: Madre de DIOS!! Jorge Montalban: No me Gusta!! The Willenium tries to pull himself up onto the partition, and succeeds to a degree. Both men are almost standing, and the crowd is screaming wildly in anticipation. There is a collective gasp around the arena as Trey appears to snap out of it and runs up to Allocca?s back and gives him a WILD Football tackle to the back, sandwiching Allocca?s midsection between the Spanish Announce table and his shoulders!! Robert Mack: Oh...My...God. These Two men don?t seem to care anymore!! They?re going all out here, and none of us have the courage to try and stop them!! Eryk Masters: Words Escape me!! The crowd boos loudly, and both men fall down to the ground again. Both men are busted wide open, Allocca considerably worse off than Trey. Both men slowly get up, Trey reaching one knee but favoring his neck considerably. Allocca tries to, and eventually gets to his feet, doubled over from the pain in his midsection. Even in his hurt state, Allocca points to the fans and then points to the top of the cell, drawing deafening cheers. Allocca then points at Trey, who looks at him with a stone mask of rage. Eryk masters: Allocca is mentally unsound!! He?s actually suggesting that they go up top!! Robert Mack: That has to be either one of the most courageous or one of the most suicidal things I;ve ever seen. I cant decide which. Allocca stumbles to the side of the cell, and then begins to climb slowly. Trey moves to the same side and tries to pull Allocca off of the cage, but Allocca kicks him In the face and jaunts a few feet higher, out of Trey?s reach. Trey starts to climb the cage, and as the crowd?s intensity rises as both men ascend. Allocca swings his body onto the top first and slowly gets to his feet. The Willenium isnt far behind, and he gets his arms onto the top as Allocca approaches him. Allocca Tries to grab Trey by the hair, presumably to pull him onto the top of the cage. But Trey rears his head back, and then sprays a thick gout of misty blood into Allocca?s face!!! Eryk Masters: Holy shit! Trey...Trey might be just as crazy!! Robert Mack: I?ve gotta say, if either of these men value having anything similar to a career, they must stop this now!! The Crowd screams in anger as Allocca falls backwards, trying to scrape the blood out of his eyes. Trey finally gets onto the cage and crawls over to Allocca?s fallen frame. The crowd is screaming at a deafening level as tray raises up and tries to land a falling double axehandle strike? but Allocca rolls out of the way and Trey salms his fists into the top of the cell! Trey screams in anger, an gets up quickly, as does Allocca. Both men meet in the center, the crowd going wild, and start to trade strikes. Trey throws a stiff forearm?bam! Allocca throws a jab into Trey?s face?bam! Trey responds with a STIFF boxing punch!! Allocca tries for a backhand?Trey blocks it!! Robert Mack: Stop! For your families sake, for the fans, for ME, stop this right now. No good is going to come from this. The crowd is going crazy, and the cell is starting to sag a little under both men?s weight. Trey throws a wild Right hook and connects!! Allocca stumbles back and bends backwards a little bit?But Trey doubles him over with a boot to the midsection!!! Trey mounts Allocca?s head?The cage sags a little bit more, bowing with every sudden movement. Trey hooks one of Allocca?s arms?The crowd is screaming for blood!! Trey Hooks the other arm, and There is a strange and breif moment of beauty as Trey looks upwards, the arena lights and flashbulbs gleaming off of the blood that has coated his face and matted his hair. Ery Masters and Robert Mack: ...No... The Willenium then jumps up...DAWN OF A NEW ERA!!! Trey lands it, but just as he does, the section of the cage they have been standing on BREAKS OFF FROM THE REST OF THE CAGE!!! The cage section falls and takes Trey and Alloca with it!!! The crowd goes silent for a moment as both men fall, and they both land onto the cage section VERY akwardly, letting out a sickening slam throughout the arena. Both men lay motionless, and the crowd stays very, very silent. There is no movement, and the referee starts to call for the medical team after a few moments. Four paramedics come out, along with a very scared looking S. Clayton Bunwallah. The Team walks into the cage, and as soon as they get to the ring, we see both men stir momentarily!! Robert Mack: Holy Christ, I think we have seen one of the most shocking, bloodthristy, tragic matches I have ever seen in my career as a commentator!! Eryk Masters: Oh my god. That?s all I can muster. Oh my God.
ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! The Bell rings, and the Medics finally get unto the ring and start treating the men. Allocca gets put into a stabalization collar and is strapped to a spine board before being carted off. The same is done to Trey, and as they are both carried off, the crowd erupts into uproarus applause, cheering for the spectacle they have just seen, not caring about the winner or loser, just simply touched that these two men would give so much just to entertain them. Samantha Coil attempts to call the match, but drops her microphone with a loud thud and starts applauding the men as well. Both are carried off into the back, leaving the crowd, Coil, the referee, and all the announcers to applaud them for a good five minutes more.
The lights go dim as the crowd gets ready to see the man of the hour. Eli Storm: WELCOME TO SHOOT IS INCREDIBLE!!!! The crowd explodes. Eli Storm: And tonight...I shock the world twice. First I reclaim MY Iron Fist Championship. But before I do that..I have done something that no reporter has been able to do. I have none other then as the guest on my show....none other then "THE REAL DEAL"!!!!!!!!! ?NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME? ?I?m a hustla- I?mma I?mma hustla? homie.? Cassidy?s ?I?m a hustla? EXPLODES over the PA, and red pyro lands causing mass hysteria in the packed SafeCo arena crowd. The Real Deal, hair cut shorter, red sunglasses, track pants and a tanktop on emerges from the back, and the crowd goes BALLISTIC. Real Deal: WHADDUP SAFECO FIEEEEEELLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD?! The crowd throws their voices out and the noise rains down like the coming storm. Eli Storm, worn out as he is, is electrified by the volume from the capacity. Real Deal: Now that? that is what I like to hear. You good people here on the west coast? you loves you some Real Deal, don?t you? Another cheer. A ?Real Deal? chant starts up. Real Deal: Haha, all right? without further ado, I?m gonna sit my ass down and let the INCREDIBLE ONE, MR. HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK BANANAS Eli Storm conduct his business!! The crowd responds with a cheer from Eli Storm, who?s aura is
undeniable right now. Storm: Now the first question is where in the Dutch Harris' wig have you been? Real Deal: That's a complicated question, Storm. Let's just say that the "dregs of Las Vegas" doesn't even begin to cover half of the bullshit that's been going on. Storm: I know the feeling...I truely do. So then I guess the next question is...why are you back? Real Deal: Unfinished business. Lots of unfinished business. Storm: And who does your unfinished business include? Real Deal: Now, you know if I go and say that, there's no real surprise... no mystery, if you will. Real Deal pauses, looking out to the crowd and back at Storm. Real Deal: But suffice to say... it's an old friend. Storm: I can hear the wheels in the crowd turning right now. So the overcome that noise let me ask you this...what is your view on the NEW Outkast? Real Deal: New OutKast? Don't make me laugh. Anyone who knows Kast, knows he's a fucking snake. Storm: Stinging words there, RD...is there something you know that the lovely fans don't? Real Deal: I don't know anything that hasn't been made pretty clear by Kast himself. This is just what he does. He plays good guy for awhile, and then decides he's bored, and does something to make everyone mad. It's a cycle. Storm: Sounds like you've been a victim of that act. Real Deal: Not at all. I've just known the guy long enough to know how the process works. Storm: Well...what do you think of the PPV so far? Real Deal: It's fitting. Everyone's really hyped, and I'm enjoying it. Storm: Was there a match or is there a match that you are looking forward to seeing? And is there a wrestler that you are hoping to see? Real Deal: Looking forward to the main event. For obvious reasons. Storm: So I see...what do you think of the new guys? Real Deal: I'm impressed. They do SHOOT justice, and it's seriously great to see them here. Storm: Now are you here to stay or is this just a pit stop? Real Deal: Right now, I've got some time to kill, so I'll be around for a bit. Storm: Is there anyone that you hope to face while you're back? Real Deal: You know there is. I look forward to fighting any and everyone I can while I'm here. It's... heh. Good to be back. Storm: Well...then maybe one day we can give the fans...that dream match. Real Deal: Perhaps we might, Storm. Perhaps. Storm: Of Course....Eli Storm fighting for that SHOOT World Title while Real Deal watches the SHOOT Girls...its a fan's dream come true!!! Real Deal: Heh, yeah dude. Dream come true. Storm: Of course...now..I have to cut this short...Maria and the rest of the girls want to take me out to recover from tonight. This is "The Incredible One" and he is "The Real Deal" and this...was a RATINGS BOOST!!!!
Eryk Masters: oh my! It?s starting to rain here! Samantha Coil looks up as rain drops fall. She looks around and shrugs as she?s apparently instructed to continue on. Samantha Coil: The following contest is the three-way dance for the SHOOT Project World Tag Team Championship! The fans cheer, most popping up umbrellas to cover themselves from the rain. The crowd's mild buzz becomes a little louder as the unfamiliar guitar riff of Three Days Grace's "Just Like You" begins to play over the loud speakers. An arm sticks out from the curtain and folds it back. Slowly, and with confidence, The Poe and Sonny Tutone step out into view, raising the volume of cheers up by a few notches. Samantha Coil: Making their way to the ring are the first challengers, weighing in at a combined weight of 437 pounds! ?Good Times? SONNY TUTONE and THE POE! THE ESTEEMED COLLEAGUES! Wearing a white tee shirt with a black acronym F.U.C.S. on the front of it and a black pair of cargo pants, The Poe stands still with his hands on his hips. He scans the attending crowd and nods approvingly with a slight smile. Sonny is much more animated and sporting a new set of ring gear: mid thigh powder blue biker tights, a black kneepad on his left knee, an athletic knee brace on his right, a lone black pad on his right elbow, and his usual blue mid calf wrestling boots. Robert Mack: Some new ring gear for the hopeful challengers! Eryk Masters: Listen to these fans! Sonny bounces his head to the beat of the rock n' roll as he gives back the admiration that the fans give The Esteemed Colleagues. With Sonny getting into the spirit and stops for every aisleside fan slapping hands, posing for pictures, and even signing a shirt, the duo head for the ring at a casual pace. The Poe gives back a little love by giving out a few high fives. Sonny hops up onto the apron, giving another look to the cheering fans before slipping into the ring. The Poe slides under the bottom rope and bounces right back to his feet. The two meet in the center of the ring and bang fists. Sonny and Poe turn to the entrance and await their opponents with eager anticipation. Samantha Coil: And the other challengers? ?Feel Good? begins to play, and the fans continue cheering loudly! The Prodigy and Danny Evers hop through the curtain, with Prodigy bouncing around down the aisle, slapping hands, and Danny following nervously behind him. Samantha Coil: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 360 pounds! THE PRODIGY and DANNY EVERS! LOS TECHNICOS! Prodigy springs onto the apron as Danny slides in under the bottom rope. Prodigy springboards to the top rope, turning in mid-air, and backflips to his feet into the ring to a large ovation from the fans! Referee George Knight is quick to keep the two teams from going at it just yet. Robert Mack: A storied history between the Prodigy and the Esteemed Colleagues, that?s for sure! Eryk Masters: Those guys have beat the crap out of that kid more times than even I can count! ?Battle Without Honor or Humanity? begins to play, just as the dome finally gets closed all the way. The fans begin to boo loudly, as through the curtain steps Cade Sydal and Dutch Harris, sporting umbrellas themselves, to shield themselves from the rain no longer falling. Samantha Coil: And the final team, the current and FINALLY DEFENDING, SHOOT Project World Tag Team Champions! At a combined weight of 367 pounds! ?The Flying Dutchman? DUTCH HARRIS and ?The Technical Messiah? CADE SYDAL! D & C! Dutch and Cade hand their belts off at the timekeeper?s table before climbing onto the apron and starting to slingshot into the ring. They smirk and step through the ropes instead. Robert Mack: Finally those belts are on the line! Eryk Masters: And D & C are going to come in as defending champions and leave as still the champions! The bell finally sounds as Cade Sydal and The Poe circle cautiously, trying not to slip. They lock up and Poe pulls Cade into a headlock. Cade sends forearm shivers into Poe?s hip and sends him to the ropes. Poe holds on and slides on his knee to stop the momentum. Cade quickly pulls Poe up and throws for a back suplex. Poe lands on his feet and pulls Cade right back into the side headlock! Robert Mack: Poe almost slipped on that slick canvas, and it?s amazing they haven?t even let a ring crew get in there and dry it for them! Eryk Masters: What you?re failing to mention is that Cade Sydal is being outwrestled in a rare moment! Cade quickly shoots Poe off into the ropes this time and catches him as he slides with a dropkick! Cade slips to his feet gingerly as Poe reaches up blindly, tagging in Danny Evers! Poe looks up and shrugs as he slides out of the ring and walks back around to his corner rubbing his chin. Robert Mack: Here comes Danny Ev? Eryk Masters: Haha he?s even scared getting in the ring! Robert Mack: The canvas is wet, Eryk! Eryk Masters: So what? Cade smirks as Danny steps through the ropes. Cade quickly locks up with the rookie and twists into a wristlock before quickly firing Danny off the ropes. Danny reverses, and skids a little in the moisture but keeps his footing. Danny swings a clothesline and Cade ducks under hitting the ropes. Danny turns around and Cade fires in a Malenko style calf kick at the same time Danny does! Robert Mack: Jumping calf kicks! Eryk Masters: Who hit who?! Both men quickly scramble to their feet and Danny fires in a second one, catching Cade, sending him backward right into Sonny Tutone, tagging him with his flailing arm. Tutone steps through the ropes and circles with Danny slowly, neither wanting to lose footing on the slick canvas. Robert Mack: The weather seems to be making everyone in this match a little timid. Eryk Masters: It didn?t make the champs timid! The two men lock up and Tutone shoots a knee into Danny?s abdomen. Tutone sends Danny into the only empty corner and runs in. Danny gets a foot up and Tutone staggers back, slipping a little in the water to take a knee. Danny comes out and Tutone straightens up and hip tosses Danny almost across the ring, and Danny slides on his back. Dutch reaches down and tags Danny, and hops into the ring as Danny gingerly makes his way back to his corner. Robert Mack: Dutch Harris in now, and I?ll admit, he and his partner seem more surefooted than the others thus far. Eryk Masters: Because they?re masters in that ring, Mack! Dutch and Tutone lock up and Dutch pulls Tutone into a headlock. Tutone sends Dutch off the ropes and Tutone ducks his head down for a back body drop. Dutch pushes off of Tutone?s back, flipping through to his feet! Dutch loses his footing and falls awkwardly twisting his leg, letting out a sharp scream. Robert Mack: Uh?that rain sure seems to have caught Dutch and slowed him down there.. Eryk Masters: Oh my?yeah, yes, it did! Damn the rain! Cade springs into the ring and quickly forearms Tutone, catching him completely off guard and both men end up spilling through the ropes and start fighting on the ground. Referee George Knight starts to make a count and Cade breaks away from the scuffle with Tutone long enough to turn his attention to George. Tutone clubs Cade in the back and brings him back to reality. Robet Mack: Things have begun to pick up here now it seems! Eryk Masters: Cade obviously wasn?t thrilled about Tutone using that rain water to his advantage! The Poe comes over to the scuffle and nails Cade in the back, but Prodigy and Danny Evers round the bend on the ground, and both men fly into Tutone and Poe! Prodigy and Poe break away and start brawling, while Danny Evers and Sonny Tutone do the same. Cade slides back into the ring, and helps roll Dutch, who?s favoring his knee, to the far side of the ring. They share some words, as ring crew get in the ring with dozens of towels and start drying the canvas off while they can. Robert Mack: Prodigy and Poe are taking their aggressions out on each other! Eryk Masters: So are Tutone and Evers! The ring crew slides out of the ring, most of the moisture dried up now and Cade rounds the bend and flies into the chaoticly flailing fists of Danny Evers and Sonny Tutone, knocking Evers off his feet. Poe and Prodigy begin their brawl back over to Cade and Danny now, as Tutone slides into the ring. Tutone hits the ropes and dives through thr ropes right onto all four men with a suicide dive! Robert Mack: Huge suicide dive! Eryk Masters: Whoa! That?s not common from Tutone! Danny Evers manages to escape the collission and he climbs up to the top rope. He looks down as all four men pick themselves up slowly and his knees shake. He slowly climbs down onto the apron and jumps down with a weak looking crossbody onto the four of them, with the Poe avoiding it this time, letting Cade, Prodigy, and Tutone fall victim to it. Robert Mack: Evers is a little shaken up by what happened to Dutch, I?d wager, so he improvised with a crossbody onto everyone! Eryk Masters: I sure hope Dutch isn?t seriously injured! The Poe springs onto the apron and shrugs with a subtle smirk as the others get back to their feet once more. Poe springs to the middle rope and backflips with an Asai moonsault onto Sonny Tutone and Danny Evers, as both Cade Sydal and the Prodigy avoid the dive this time! Robert Mack: Whoa! Eryk Masters: Excellent rotation and he landed on the two biggest men in this match! Prodigy slides into the ring as Cade rounds the corner before sliding in under the bottom rope. Prodigy hits the ropes and before he crosses the center of the ring, he gets wiped right out with a spinning wheel kick across the face! The other three men slowly get back to their feet. Robert Mack: Cade Sydal just cut off the Prodigy?s attempted dive! Eryk Masters: Haha! Cade hits the ropes quickly and springs up onto the top rope right in front of the other three and spirals off with a corkscrew body press onto all three men! The fans cheer for the athleticism displayed thus far and Cade gets to his feet with his middle fingers extended in all directions, turning the cheers into jeers. The other three get to their feet just as the Prodigy makes it to the top turnbuckle. Robert Mack: What could he be going for here? Eryk Masters: Who cares? It?s not going to top what we just saw! Prodigy quickly makes the cross symbol over his chest as the others get to their feet and all four turn. Prodigy leaps off with a Shooting Star Press! Robert Mack: Ardiento Cielo! Eryk Masters: Wha?? Robert Mack: His Shooting Star Press! Eryk Masters: Oh! Wow! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! the chant, with claps, rings out among the smarter marks and spreads throughout. They all start getting back to their feet and slowly Cade and Tutone slide back into the ring, as the others take their respective corners. Cade quickly hits the ropes before Tutone can get ahold of him, and Cade springs off the second rope and twists off to catch Tutone with a crossbody! Tutone rolls through and pulls Cade up and snaps back into a release fall away slam! Cade spins through and lands on his feet quickly and dropkicks Tutone in the back, sending him into Prodigy for the tag! Robert Mack: An incredible series of moves, and now the Prodigy is actually the legal man! Eryk Masters: If this is anything like their last encounter, this will be intense! Prodigy wastes no time as he springs into the ring and catches Cade as he charges in with a hurricanrana! Cade rolls through right into the Los Technicos corner, and Cade points directly at Danny threateningly. Prodigy rolls Cade up from behind with a schoolboy! ONE! TWO! Cade kicks out quickly and catches Prodigy as Prodigy continues through the kick out into a run, with a tilt-a-whirl! Prodigy flows straight through into a crucifix pin! Robert Mack: The Prodigy is so quick, and this could do it! ONE! TWO! Eryk Roberts: No way! Cade kicks out quickly and catches Prodigy as he comes running in with a ppancake, tossing Prodigy up into the air and dropping to his back with his knees extended for Prodigy to land on! Cade quickly tags The Poe in and slides out to check on Dutch, who has his kneepad up and appears to have quite the swollen knee. Robert Mack: You?ll notice that The Poe and Sonny Tutone weren?t stopping Prodigy from those pin attempts, and that?s because this is under elimination rules! Eryk Masters: That could have almost worked against D & C, who came up with that idea! Poe slinds Prodigy off the ropes and Prodigy reverses the hip toss attempt, flowing through into a casadora and springing back up into a nasty bulldog takedown! Robert Mack: Muy Rapido! Eryk Masters: I don?t understand that, but the Prodigy is showing some life still! Prodigy scrambles for a cover on the Poe. ONE! TWO! Tutone yanks Prodigy off by his leg and quickly steps back out of the ring, even though Poe has a shoulder up anyway. Poe quickly catches Prodigy when he turns around with a snap suplex and floats over into a cover. ONE! TWO! Prodigy kicks out as Danny starts through the ropes. Robert Mack: Partners are out to save each other, but Cade Sydal is content checking on his own and saving his energy! Eryk Masters: It?s a smart strategy! Prodigy breaks past Poe and tags in Evers quickly. Evers comes running at Poe, and is caught suddenly with a back elbow to the chin! Danny goes down hard and Poe pulls him up to his feet, quickly tagging in Tutone. They both send Danny off the ropes and catch him on the rebound with a double flapjack! Both men roll backward and hold onto a single leg crab individually! Robert Mack: Some inventive tandem offense from The Esteemed Colleagues! Eryk Masters: That?s crazy! Cade Sydal nsprings into the ring and hits the ropes, landing a baseball slide to the side of Danny?s head! Prodigy springs off the top rope right behind Tutone and Poe, and catches them both on the way down with a bulldog! Robert Mack: The Prodigy could have just saved his team with that break up! Eryk Masters: Will it never end?! Cade slides back out of the ring as Poe rolls back to his corner. Prodigy gets back out of the ring himself, as Danny starts picking himself up. Tutone quickly grabs Danny from behind and launches backward with a German Suplex! And the bridge! ONE! TWO! Danny kicks out before the Prodigy can make his way through the ropes. Tutone pulls Danny to his feet and sends him straight into the D & C corner. Cade tags Danny?s shoulder and springs to the top turnbuckle as Tutone is charging in. Cade flies through the air into a sunset flip! Robert Mack: Whoa! ONE! TWO! Eryk Masters: The Esteemed Colleagues are out of here! T--! Poe his Cade in the side of the head with a basement dropkick, breaking up the surprise pin. Tutone is actually to his feet first and he tags Poe. They send Cade off the ropes and both duck down. Cade turns his back to them both and rolls backward off both their backs. Cade shoots his legs through both of theirs and rolls backward, with a modified O?Connor Roll, bridging back! Robert Mack: Things like this are why he was called the Technical Messiah for so long! ONE! TWO! Eryk Masters: Wow! Both of them kick out hard. Cade rolls backward and is poised. Poe turns around ans is caught with a deep arm drag! Poe gets to his feet slowly and turns into a high roundhouse kick tha tsends him into the Prodigy, with a forced tag. Prodigy springs into the ring and is caught with a quick boot to the gut. Robert Mack: Cade is asserting himself here this evening, making up for the apparent injury of his partner! Eryk Master: But his partner isn?t leaving! He?s there giving moral support no matter what! Cade sends Prodigy off the ropes and catches him quickly with a hip toss. Prodigy flows through right into a casadora and springs up hooking on the side headlock for the bulldog! Robert Mack: Another Muy Rapido! Eryk Masters: No! Look! Cade catches Prodigy under his knee and twists him through into a Blue Thunder Bomb, sitting out for the pin! Robert Mack: Holy shit! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! clap, clap, clap clap clap! ONE! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! clap, clap, clap clap clap! TWO! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! clap, clap, clap clap clap! Eryk Masters: YES! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! clap, clap, clap clap clap! THR--! THAT WAS AWE-SOME! clap, clap, clap clap clap! Danny Evers is in quickly with a kick to the side of Cade?s head, breaking up the count. Cade gets up eyeing Danny as he?s forced out of the ring. He shakes his head slowly and points down at Prodigy, as Prodigy slowly picks himself up on his knees. Robert Mack: This is going to be trouble for the Prodigy! Eryk Masters: I still can?t get over that awesoness! Cade snaps a kick hard into Prodigy?s chest, sending him flying backward to his back! The fans ?ooh!? and Prodigy rolls all the way through to his hands and knees, clutching his sternum with one arm in pain. Cade backs up as Prodigy starts a slow crawl, and when prodigy straightens back up on his knees to check his progress, he?s kicked again hard in the chest, sending him flying backward to land high on his shoulders and roll through straight to his knees! Robert Mack: This does not look good for Prodigy at all! Eryk Master: I bet you just hate it that he?s doing this all clean too! Prodigy slowly gets a knee up and Cade hits the ropes and goes for a Shining Wizard! Prodigy ducks the knee before it can get to his head, and Cade?s left foot stays caught on Prodigy?s extended leg as he lands on his right foot, balanced perfectly. Prodigy slowly raises his head, and Cade comes back with a kick of his heel across the back of Prodigy?s head! Robert Mack: Oh! That just could not have felt good! Eryk Masters: Haha! That was awesome! Cade rolls Prodigy over and covers him, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! TH--! Danny Evers grabs Cade?s ankle and pulls him off the cover. Danny is forced back out of the ring and Cade jumps straight up, driving a knee drop down on Prodigy?s head. Cade plants his hands on the canvas and raises up onto his toes, before driving back down with his knee to Prodigy?s skull! Cade pops up again and repeats the motion another pair of times before covering once more! Robert Mack: Some rather suggestive knee drops there, but they got the job done! ONE! TWO! Eryk Masters: You?re just mad because the underdogs are out of here now! TH--! Again, Evers is in and pulls Cade?s ankle, keeping him from scoring a pinfall. Cade starts pulling Prodigy to his feet, and Prodigy gets some forearms to Cade?s abdomen! Prodigy hits the ropes, trying to mount some offense, and Prodigy comes in with a flying head scissors! Cade swings Prodigy through to his feet instead and yanks him down with a Complete Shot, driving him down face first! Robert Mack: That?ll stop a comeback with a quickness! Eryk Masters: Haha, yeah it will! Cade stays on his right shoulder, keeping the head and arm trapped, as his left leg wraps around the front of Prodigy?s face in a unique submisison hold. Cade growls deep in his throat, trying to tear at everything in Prodigy?s neck! The fans begin a heavy, steady clapping in rhythm with Danny Evers on the apron. Robert Mack: The fans are rallying behind Los Technicos and more specifically the Prodigy! ONE! Eryk Masters: It?ll do them no good because Cade will make Prodigy tap out, I promise! Cade?s left shoulder slips off the canvas quickly, and Prodigy pushes Cade?s leg off his forehead. Prodigy works his knees under himself, and Cade quickly switches into a side headlock with the arm captured as both men are working to their feet now. Prodigy takes his free arm and sends forearms into his abdomen. Prodigy breaks free and comes off the ropes! Cade swings a clothesline and Prodigy swings around the arm to sit on Cade?s shoulders! Cade rolls through into a Victory Roll! Robert Mack: prodigy could eliminate Cade right now! ONE! TWO! Eryk Masters: No! T--! Cade kicks out and throws a Yakuza kick at Prodigy?s face! Prodigy slides under the leg and tags in Danny Evers! Evers steps through the ropes and catches Cade with a clothesline as he turns around! Cade bounces off the canvas and rolls to his feet and is caught with a decent dropkick to the chest! Cade drops to a knee awkwardly as Danny gets back up and Danny swings Cade around into a back suplex, dropping him high on his shoulders! Robert Mack: Danny Evers is a house of fire! Eryk Masters: No way! Danny slowly climbs onto the second turnbuckle in his own corner. Prodigy climbs up to the top and then gingerly steps up onto Danny?s shoulders. Prodigy backflips into a leg drop! Robert Mack: La Magnifico! Prodigy slides out of the ring holding his tailbone and Danny climbs off the ropes. Eryk Masters: No way! Danny slides into a cover, hooking the leg deep. ONE! TWO! Dutch tries to get into the ring to break it up. THREE! Samantha Coil: The team of D & C have been eliminated! Cade slowly rolls out of the ring, holding his chin, and helps Dutch out of the ring too. Cade refuses any assistance from the stage hands, as he helps Dutch limp to the back. Meanwhile, The Poe gets into the ring, and catches Danny Evers with a quick swinging neckbreaker! Robert Mack: This match continues as D & C make their way out, and we?re guaranteed new champions now! Eryk Masters: I have to say Los Technicos will win! If they can beat Cade, they can beat anyone! Poe swings into a mounted position and rains fists down on Danny?s face, using his street fighting tactics to the fullest extent of the referee?s count before backing off and sliding into a cover. ONE! TWO! Danny gets a shoulder up and Poe pulls him to his feet. Poe sends Danny into the former D & C corner and follows in with a big lariat in the corner! Poe pulls Danny out and guides him to his corner, tagging in Sonny Tutone. Robert Mack: Danny Evers is serving as the punching bag for the Esteemed Colleagues now! Eryk Masters: Its gotta be someone, Mack! Tutone pulls Danny to the center of the ring, before bowling him over with a shortarm clothesline! Tutone pulls Danny to his feet and swings right into a Northern Lights Suplex, complete with the bridge! ONE! TWO! T--! Prodigy slides into the ring as Danny?s shoulder comes off the canvas. Prodigy steps back out of the ring. Robert Mack: Danny Evers showing some spunk, as he kicks out before his partner can save him! Eryk Masters: That?s why they?re my pick! They beat D & C just now, after all! Tutone pulls Danny to his feet and tags The Poe in. They both send Danny off the ropes and Tutone leapfrogs and Poe catches Danny with a dropkick as he comes under the leapfrog! Poe slides into a cover. ONE! TWO! TH--! Evers again gets a shoulder up before Podigy can break it up himself. Poe pulls Danny to his feet and drops down quickly with a jawbreaker! Danny drops to a knee, holding his chin, as Poe comes off the ropes with a basement dropkick to the face! Robert Mack: That?s going to leave a mark! Eryk Masters: Yeah it is! Poe tags in Tutone quickly, and they both send Danny off the ropes. They both duck down, and Danny puts on the brakes. Danny kicks Poe in the chest, and then Tutone in the chest. Danny runs into both with a flying clothesline, knocking them both over! Danny makes the crawl and quickly tags in Prodigy! Robert Mack: Prodigy is in this thing himself now! Eryk Masters: And his batteries are recharged! Prodigy comes into the ring and catches Poe with a dropkick! Tutone turns right into a Prodigy dropkick as well! Both men get to their feet together and Prodigy launches a third dropkick, connecting with a foot in either of their chests, and backflips through to his belly as both men hit the canvas! Danny picks himself up and sends Tutone off the ropes just as Prodigy does with the Poe! Both men catch their respective foes with drop toeholds and hit the ropes to land baseball slides to the side of their heads! Robert Mack: Los Technicos are on fire here tonight! Eryk Masters: You?re not kidding! Prodigy and Danny roll their men over and both go for the cover! ONE! TWO! TH--! Both kick out together and get to their feet. Danny runs at Tutone and Tutone quickly dumps Danny through the ropes to the outside. Prodigy ducks under the Poe?s clothesline and springboards off the ropes to land on Tutone?s shoulders for a hurricanrana! Tutone holds on and yanks Prodigy back up! Poe comes off the ropes and catches Prodigy with a neckbreaker as Tutone powerbombs him down! Robert Mack: Last Week?s Tuna Sandwich! That?s what they?re calling that! Tutone slides into a cover and hooks the leg! ONE! Eryk Masters: Holy cow! TWO! Danny Evers comes through the ropes and is caught with a baseball slide from the Poe! THREE! The bell sounds, and ?Just Like You? begins to play again as the fans give off some cheers! The belts are handed to George Knight, and handed over to Poe and Tutone, as Samantha Coil speaks. Here are your winners, at a time of 38 minutes and 31 seconds! ?Good Times? SONNY TUTONE and THE POE! THE ESTEEMED COLLEAGUES! Prodigy slowly rolls out of the ring, while Poe and Tutone clutch the titles to their chests.
Doctor: You can't be in here, sir! This man is heavily sedated! Lonewolf: Get out of my way, Doc. Pushing the doctor to the side, then coming to where Kenshin is lying. A sick smile comes across his face. Robert Mack: Oh no. Lonewolf has made his way to the medical room where Kenshin was being treated. This can?t be good. Eryk Masters: We might see the end of Kenshin right now, Mack. The medics try to restrain Lonewolf but they get shoved aside. The doctor yells for security to come in as he fears for his patient?s well being. We see that Kenshin is just lying there sedated after the brutal Gauntlet match. Lonewolf: God tonight was just perfect, a man beaten into unconsciousness. Look at you Jun lying there bruised battered and beaten. Security tries to get between Lonewolf and Kenshin, but doesn't have too much success. Doctor: This man to has be escorted out of here. My patient still needs to be attended to. The doctor?s orders are heard loud and clear as security now pulls out their batons in ready for the much larger Lonewolf. Lonewolf: Security relax, I'm not going to interfere with this doctor's order's. I want Kenshin to live another day?.. I?m not done with him?.not by a long shot. So put those pretty little batons away before I take them and use them against you in ways you don't want. Lonewolf walks towards one of the security officers and psyches him out causing the security officer to flinch. Then Lonewolf walks out with a smile on his face. Robert Mack: I?m surprised by that Eryk. Lonewolf just went in there to, well, check on Kenshin?s condition. Eryk Masters: I think we?ll see Lonewolf and Kenshin hook up another time. Kenshin barely won tonight but look whose the one standing? it?s Lonewolf. Robert Mack: Lonewolf got lucky by drawing the final entry into the match but Kenshin still won. You can? take that away from him and Lonewolf is just jealous. 
A roar of excitement drowns out all other noise and, with a smirk, Kendrick waits before continuing. Kendrick: Making his way to the ring now, at a height of 6'4 and weighing in at 251lbs, Chriiiiiiiiiisssssssssssss Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The arena lights dim and the hue slowly changes from a bright, almost dazzling white to a dull, almost organic green. White spotlights flicker over the audience with increasing spped until a sortie of indoor fireworks shoot off and explode high overhead, bursting with a blinding white light as Alice In Chains' "Gind" thumps out over the sounds system, everybody in the audience turning their attention to the curtains beneath the tron screen as two men appear in a spotlight and a rousing cheer erupts. The first man is tall and muscular, green tights tucked under black kneepads and black boots with fitted shinguards, his hands sporting a pair of grappling gloves which he curls into fists and holds high above his head. Chris Lee is applauded as the man behind him claps his approval, wearing a casual shirt and dress pants, Benjamin Biggs follows Lee as they make their way down toward the ring, Lee reaching out to touch the many hands thrust his way over the guardrail. Robert Mack: Looks like Benjamin Biggs is going to be working the cornr for Lee tonight. Eryk Masters: Moral support. Robert Mack: Possibly. This is a big match for Lee. His return match and he gets a title fight with Osbourne Kilminster. Eryk Masters: $500 says Lee gets mauled. Slowly, he walks up the steel ringsteps and bends double to enter the ring between the ropes and take position in the centre of the ring, his fists held high as he spins to face the audience from every angle, soaking up the atmosphere and nodding his head slowly as Biggs confers with the referee. Slowly, the music is cut and darkness ensues... Kendrick: And now, making his way to the ring is the current, reigning SHOOT Project 'Rule of Surrender' Champion with a singles competition record of 11 wins, 4 losses and no draws, with two successful title defences, standing 6'2 and weighing in tonight at 230lbs... Ooooosbourne Kiiiiiilminsteeeeeeeeerrrrrr! From the darkness, crimson spotlights search through the audience as though a great monster casting his eyes over the herd in search of the old or weak potential prey, a low rumbling bassline humming over the PA system as the tron screen displays images of a stormy sky. Eryk Masters: Here we go! Entre le champion! "I went to God just to see... and I was looking at me Suddenly, as Marilyn Manson's softly sung lyrics reach a crescendo, a new mix hits the speakers and hard electric guitar chords disrupt the harmony, much as the bright red fireworks disrupt the sinister harmony of the dark as they shoot up from either side of the tron screen, which now shows image after image of Osbourne Kilminster's triumphs, some of the crowd cheering in excitement, some booing, othrs simply caught up in the moment as Chris Lee paces in the ring, nodding his head. "This is the black collar song! Suddenly, a crimson spotlight finds the Rule of Surrender Champion stood just in front of the curtains, his head down, his eyes shielded by his sunglasses, his long silk robe concealing most of his body as he slowly steps forward, but as he does so, another man appears from behind the curtains wearing an orange suit, with a black shirt and orange tie. Osbourne looks up, straight ahead toward the ring as a second spotlight finds Kazuti Sato behind him. Robert Mack: Sato, a relative newcomer to The Projct accompanying Osbourne to the ring tonight. Eryk Masters: I hear wrd from the back that John Rockwell is disappointed he couldn't be here, but he's pretty banged up fromthat incredible Iron Fist match earlier. Robert Mack: Incredible indeed. It was sensational. Chris Lee rotates his neck and shakes his arms, stomping his feet to either side as he looks straight at Osbourne, awaiting the inevitable as Biggs stands outside the ring, shouting inaudible encouragement to his friend. A red spotlight suddenly shoots from the rafters and locks onto Lee and Osbourne stops in his tracks, throwing off his sunglasses and shaking his head, pointing to his eyes and pointing to Lee, who delivers a slow handclap. Robert Mack: (lughing) Typical Kilminster there. Eryk Masters: Point Osbourne! "I'm on a campaign for pain This is the black collar song! Leaving Sato outside the ring, Osbourne runs up the steel steps and leans between the top and middle rope to enter, lookinf back to Sato as he hands him his black silk robe and speaks to him, their words inaudible as a result of the loud music. The referee deliberately distracts Lee by talking to him rather than allow a brawl to commence. As the music and spotlights cut out, there is a split second before the arena lights blink back on, and as they do so, Osbourne is stood on a turnbuckle, holding his 'Rule of Surrender' Title Belt high above his head. Lee: Make the most of it! Won't be yours for long, boy! Eryk Masters: Don't piss him off, Lee! Bad move! Laughing, Osbourne is slow to jump down from the turnbuckle, throwing the belt at the ref rather than toward him as he marches straight for Lee. Lee marches toward and right into him, the two butting heads in the middle of the ring and talking smack to eachother, the referee prising them apart by placing his own body in the firing line and pushing each man toward their corners. Robert Mack: Something of an early altercation there. Fortunately, our ref was able to resolve that matter. The bell is rung and IT'S ON! Chris Lee taps his right kneepads, bearing an image of the great hammer Mjolnir and points to Osbourne with a smile on his face. Osbourne pushes his gumshield into his mouth and shakes his head at Lee, raising his fists into a guard stance. Lee steps in and the two are easily in striking range. Osbourne throws a left hook toward Lee's face, Lee weaving away from it and landing a low kick to Osbourne's left leg and then follows it right up, leaping high into the air and driving his right knee straight up into the jaw of Kilminster! The crowd cheer as Osbourne takes a couple of steps back, shaking his head but smiling as he holds up one finger. Lee holds up one finger back and then a second, and another and another until he's holding up all ten and then claps his hands together slowly, condescendingly. Osbourne clicks his neck from side to side. Eryk Masters: Osbourne nearly had him with that left. Did you see that? Robert Mack: What I am seeing here is a man who is not afraid on the champion one little bit. I've never seen anyone so defiant of Kilminster before. Eryk Masters: Oh yeah. Lee's really somethin'... but so's your mom. The two approach eachother once more and immediately begins exchanging punches, neither man too bothered with blocking so much as throwing heavy leather! Lefts and right back and forth as Lee and Kilminster keep pace with one another, each checking the other's chin multiple times. Lee starts to back up after Osbourne catches him flush on the jaw with an uppercut and keeps distance by kicking Osbourne's hips and pushing him back. Before Lee's foot has touched the mat, Osbourne is down low and shooting in for the takedown, but Lee steps back just in time and drive that right knee into Osbourne's face. The champion rolls away and gets back to his feet over the other side of the right, still smiling despite a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and holding up two fingers. Biggs: Fingers don't mean shit. Robert Mack: As Osbourne seems to be saying, that's two good shots Lee's landed now. Eryk Masters: Let's see if he can land a third, eh? I doubt it. Osbourne looks over his shoulder and out of the ring to Sato, nodding his head as Sato offers him some advice. As he looks back to Lee, he sees the challenger waiting in the middle of the ring. Osbourne approaches him with a smirk as he throws a hard left lowkick to Lee's right thigh. Lee winces a little and takes a step back. Osbourne takes the step in and throws another which connects with a loud slapping thud. Lee takes another step back diagonally to his right to alter the angle, but Osbourne steps in and pivots his hips perfectly to catch his thigh a third time. Robert Mack: They have got to hurt. Lee wears those leather pads, but Osbourne has those bare shins and they're conditioned for this sort of thing. The momentum's changing. Eryk Masters: Yeah, he's proud of his leg kicks. This is his game right now. Lee leaps backward and jumps on the spot a few times to make sure his leg doesn't deaden. Osbourne steps in and feints for a fourth kick, but Lee brings his leg up to block and Osbourne's true intentions are made clear as he grabs it and dives forward, almost through Lee and takes him down with the single-leg. The crowd cheer as the fight hits the mat! Sato: Stay on top of him! Biggs: Get out from there! Back to your feet! Back to your feet! The referee ducks down to pay close attention as Lee keeps Osbourne in half guard. Osbourne throws right hands into Lee's ribs and loosens the left leg so that he can pass and gain full mount. For a second, Osbourne just sits there, stradding Lee's chest with his guard raised. Lee covers up and waits for the inevitable as Osbourne picks his shots, throwing bombs down at Lee. The challenger covers up well and takes most of the blows on his forerams and biceps, but his chin is checked a few times and he rolls over onto his back. Robert Mack: Bad move! Osbourne leans over him and tries to snake his arm under the chin for the rear naked choke, Lee keeping his chin on his chest and working one of his legs up underneath him before Osbourne can get the hooks in. Leaning up into Osbourne, Lee takes a hold of his arm and works his shoulder into Osbourne's armpit and then flicks his body, bringing Osbourne to the mat in front of him. Lee flops down onto his stomach, lying across Osbourne in a sidemount position. Biggs: Good work! Robert Mack: I have to agree, that was good work there. I thought Lee was out of it right then. Eryk Masters: It was good, but Osbourne's good at recovering and working out of bad situations. Lee holds onto Osbourne as the champion clasps his hands around him, working his feet under his hips and pushing up, turning and trying to throw Lee right over and off, but he's too big and too strong. Osbourne brings his hips up again, but this time settles for pushing one knee between himself and Lee, pushing him back to break the hold and sitting up, catching Lee on the left orbital bone with a hard straight right hand that gives him the time to get back to his feet. Lee is stunned and takes a moment to get back to his feet, and as he does, Osbourne holds three fingers up at him, shaking his head. Eryk Masters: These grappling gloves have little padding around the knuckles. The padding they do have isn't to protect your opponent, it's to stop your own knuckles breaking when you smack shit out of a guy. Robert Mack: Well that punch right there was sure as Hell hard and looking at Lee's eye now, there's that swelling building up already. Sato: Keep hitting him! Right leg, left eye! As though heeding Sato's advice, Osbourne clicks into his Muay Thai mindset and swings his left shin into Lee's thigh, landing a simultaneous left jab to Lee's right eye and following up with a jab to Lee's left. Lee staggers back and finds himself victim to the same combination again. Osbourne smartens up and throws the right leg high toward Lee's swollen eye, but Lee catches the leg and pulls Osbourne in, arching back and smashing the champion to the mat with a modified T-Bone suplex. Both men are quick to their feet and Osbourne lunges in for a straight right hand, but Lee ducks under and goes behind, arching back and smashing Kilminster's head into the mat with a quick German suplex. Lee is back to his feet before Osbourne and reaches in for a Muay Thai clinch, driving his right knee into Osbourne's mouth and widening the cut lip, ducking down and throwing Osbourne over and behind with a Northern Lights suplex. Lee throws up his hands and the crowd cheer! Osbourne takes a second longer than usual to geth to his feet and although he holds up his guard, he looks wobbled. Lee circles him and dives in for a combined double-leg takedown and spear, driving Kilminster into the mat with massive impact. Lee just stands back up and waits for Kilminster to rise before doing the same again. This time, as Kilminster stands, he's ready and as Lee shoots in, he steps back and hooks the arms in a perfect sprawl. As the two men rise, Osbourne checks Lee's chin with a right hook that swings straight back into that swollen eye, driving Lee right back to the ropes. Osbourne is all over Lee, peppering him with punches to the ribs and head, mixing it up with sporadic clinching to deliver knees and elbows. Lee starts to drop, but he grabs Osbourne's legs and lifts him up, throwing him straight over the ropes behind him! Osbourne crashes into the mats with a thud, his eyes closed as he bites down hard on his gumshield. Robert Mack: Osbourne's face is blank. He's in pain right now! Eryk Masters: He landed on his head and shoulders right there! I'm not surprised he's in pain! Robert Mack: Lee is a great ring general to know he was right in position to do that then. In the ring, Lee drops down to his knees for a breather as the ref looks outof the ring at Osbourne. Biggs and Lee confer as the ref begins a ten-count. Kazuti Sato runs around the ring toward Osbourne. 10... 9... 8... Sato reaches Osbourne and checks that he is concious. He helps Osbourne up onto his knees. 7... 6... Sato: Can you fight? Are you ok? Osbourne: Yeah. Give me a minute. Sato: I can't, you're being counted out. Osbourne: Fucking count-out. 5... 4... Osbourne slowly stands and rolls into the ring, quick to get to his feet as he sees Lee approach hastily, the momentum on his side. Robert Mack: Was Kilminster out right there? He didn't know he was being counted out... Eryk Masters: It's hard to say, but if he was, it shows what a warrior he is that he's right back in there... Robert Mack: No denying that! Lee walks in fast, his guard raised, put his train's derailed as Osbourne lands a solid kick across his right thigh and drops him onto one knee. Smiling down at Lee, Osbourne grabs Lee's head and spits his gumshield out. Osbourne: Knees to the face, huh? You like knees to the face? He drives a knee into Lee's swollen eye and rocks his head and whole body. Osbourne: You like that, Mr Lee?! Want some more?! He drives a second knee into Lee's face, this time impacting with his nose and the cartillage audibly splits and releases a lot of blood which runs down over Lee's mouth. Lee battles back valiantly, driving lefts and rights into Osbourne's ribs, but Osbourne laughs and drops Lee, walking away to his corner, where Sato hands him his gumshield and the two confer whilst watching Lee slowly get to his feet, blood streaming down his face from his nose and eye. Eryk Masters: Wow! Robert Mack: That is... wow... I mean... How is he standing? Lee roars aloud and the crowd respond in kind, screaming with excitement as Lee motions for Osbourne to come back at him. Osbourne obliges, raising his guard and stepping to toward Lee and offloading punch after punch to Lee's head and face area, backing him up, but Osbourne is wise to Lee and retreats as Lee backs up against the ropes. Osbourne shakes his head 'No' and smiles. Lee smiles in return, strands of blood and saliva joining his lips. He beckons Osbourne to come in again. Osbourne raises his eyebrows to Sato before stepping back into Lee, but Lee dives right in and grabs Osbourne's waist tight and drops back, driving Osbourne's head into the mat with a belly to belly suplex, but Lee doesn't release and keeps a hold of Osbourne, pulling him to his feet to deliver a second suplex of the same kind. Osbourne's body begins to go limp and as Lee executes a third such suplex, he releases and following the impact, Osbourne slides across the mat and crashes into the turnbuckle like a broken toy. Robert Mack: Oh. My. God. Eryk Masters: Holy shit. Sato: Get up, Ozzy! Get up! Biggs: Finish it, Chris! Lee walks confidently over to Osbourne, but as he approaches, Osbourne's arms shoots out like a snake and before Lee realises what's going on, Osbourne's secured a leg and drives through, pushing Lee to the mat. Osbourne leans aback and tenses around Lee's ankle to catch and Achilles Lock. Lee rolls tou release the tension, but rolls just an inch too far and Osbourne seizes on it, catching Lee with a heel hook. Lee rolls back onto his back and tenses his leg, trying to keep it straight as he sits up and cracks Osbourne in the jaw with a straight right. Osbourne falls back and Lee follows him, taking mount, but Osbourne grabs Lee's hips and drives his own hips high beneath him, rolling Lee onto his back. Inside Lee's guard, Kilminster drives his elbows into Lee's face and catches Lee's left arm with an overhead hammerlock, but Lee uses the leverage advantage and rolls Kilminster over onto his back and takes mount. Osbourne keeps the arm lock and uses it to throw Lee off to the side, stopping short of landing in his guard and staying by his side. As Lee's back hit the mat, Kilminster's legs shoot over his neck and chest and his arms is stretched out in an armbar. Lee uses all the strength in his right arm to push Osbourne's feet over and behind his head, sitting up and facing Osbourne, but the champion's left leg shoot over Lee's right shoulder and the legs tie up, locking in a triangle choke. Lee winces and roars as he works his legs under neath him, going froma sitting position to kneeling, fighting against the power of Osbourne who tries to pull him flat into his guard. Lee gets his feet under him and powers up, using all his leg and back strength to straighten up and lift Osbourne off the floor. He slams Osbourne's head into the mat, but he doesn't release the choke. Placing his right hand on Osbourne's lower back, he uses all his remaining worldly strength to lift Osbourne high up onto his shoulders. Osbourne keeps the legs locked around Lee's neck but releases his hands and begins working fists into Lee's head, lefts and rights pounding hard into the challenger's cranium as he sits precariously on his shoulders. Eryk Masters: 20lb+ weight advantage giving Lee the strength to pull off a power move like that. Robert Mack: The move isn't done yet, Eryk. Suddenly, Lee jumps forward onto his knees and drives Osbourne into the mat, his head and shoulders crashing down with immeasurable force, his gumshield flying out of his mouth with the impact, his arms flopping loosely to the mat and he rolls onver onto his knees, his forehead resting against the mat, breathing heavily as Lee slowly rises behind him. Sato: Get up! Get up! Biggs: This is it, Chris! You're the champ! Take it! Take it! Osbourne doesn't move as Lee approaches from behind and leans over him, taking Osbourne's own arm and drawing it across his neck, locking in a cobra clutch choke. The referee is right on top of the action, asking if Osbourne wants to tap, but even half concious, Osbourne shakes his head 'No'. Lee tightens his hold, torquing with all he has and pulling back, dropping onto his back and hooking his legs around Osbourne's waist as he increases the pressure. The referee asks Osbourne again, and he struggles to gurgle a 'No'. Lee roars as he tightens more and more, Osbourne's face a deep purple as the ref asks again. Osbourne doesn't answer. He asks again, receiving no answer. Robert Mack: Is this it? Is this the end of Osbourne Kilminster's reign as 'Rule of Surrender' Champion?! Eryk Masters: Fuck, man. I could lose 500 bucks here and you're screaming with excitement like that. I could lose my rent money here! Suddenly, the bell rings and the ref pulls the two men apart, Lee jumping to his feet, his fists raised as 'Grind' plays loudly, almost as loudly as the ovation he receives from the crowd. Mark Kendrick enters the ring with the RoS belt and hands it to Chris Lee as Benjamin Biggs enters the ring, wrapping his arms around Lee and hoisting him up onto his shoulders, Lee sat up there on the shoulders of his friend, holding his newly won 'Rule of Surrender' Championship Title belt, crying and shouting with joy as EMTs and Kazuti Sato place an oxygen mask on the former champion and lift him onto a stretcher. Kendrick: And at an amazing time of 29 minutes and 35 seconds, just inside the allotted time limit, your neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww 'Rule of Surrender' Champion of the Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorld - Chris Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The camera goes back to the ring. The spotlight is shining down, and the fans are restless, waiting for the action to resume. Suddenly, a rough guitar riff cuts through the air at Safeco Field. It is the sound of ?It?s A Long Way To The Top? by AC/DC. Robert Mack: ?Strange.? Eryk Masters: ?What the hell is this? That song is?well?you know.? The spotlight roams around the arena, until it finally settles on a solitary man, standing near the entranceway. He stands about 6 feet tall, and is wearing blue jeans, black boots and a purple T-shirt, with a large symbol on it? A diamond. Diamond. Del. Carver. Robert Mack: ?What the HELL?? Eryk Masters: ?What the fuck is HE doing here?? Diamond Del Carver starts to slowly walk to the ring. The music continues to rock Safeco Field and the spotlight trails the veteran as he limps toward the ring. The sold out arena is almost eerily silent at the sight of the former SHOOT Project superstar?a man who most fans never expected to see in a SHOOT Project ring again. Carver climbs the steps to the ring, and takes the microphone in hand? Diamond Del Carver: ?Hey wait a minute?this isn?t The Battlegrounds. That fucking cab driver.? A roar of laughter goes up from the crowd?but there are some noticeable boos as well. Diamond Del Carver: ?I got something to say?and I?d appreciate it if y?all would give me a minute to speak my peace. If you know who I am?then you know that I ain?t been in a SHOOT Project ring for a long fucking time?almost two years. For the past couple of years?every time I run into a fan, every time I sign an autograph, every time I do a personal appearance?I get the same question. I don?t get asked about my days in Japan. I don?t get asked about The Hardcore House of Pain. I don?t get asked about The Bar Room Brawl. I get asked about SHOOT Project.? A huge cheer goes up from the crowd. Diamond Del Carver: ?Practically every fan I meet, no matter where in the country it is, asks me the same question. Del, when are you going to go home? As I said?if you know me?you know that I?ve been in this game for a LONG fucking time. You know that I spent years and years in Japan. As a nobody. Totally unknown. One man came, and saved me from bleeding to death in total obscurity. Jason Johnson. The way I was going?I wasn?t going to be a has-been?I was going to be a Never-Will-Be. Jason Johnson saw one of my matches and promos from P.A.I.N., and he brought me on tour with The Resistance. When the tour was over?I went back to Japan. Then I got a call from Jason again. He brought me into SHOOT Project. Finally, after years of being nothing?it all started to happen for me. Money?sure?but more than that. Fame. Recognition. Respect. I won the DOJO title. I won the Tag Team Titles. I won the 2002 Master of the Mat Tournament?and The Rule of Surrender Championship. I won the World Heavyweight Championship?something which nobody ever would have expected I could do. Not even me. I went on to have the best run of my career. Main Events. Winning more titles. Feuds with Vincent Mallows, Ben Jackman. The Rising Star and Rule of Surrender Title Unified as the Rising Sun Championship. War Games. 2003 brought me the Match of the Year?with OutKast?and the World Heavyweight Championship?again.? Another loud cheer goes up at the mention of this legendary match up. Diamond Del Carver: ?We all know what ended up happening. I quit. I walked out on SHOOT Project. I went to OPW.? A huge chorus of boos and jeers goes up from the sold out crowd. Diamond Del Carver shakes his head. Diamond Del Carver: ?I was in OPW for a long time. I had some great moments. Some great matches. But still? All I ever heard was the same questions. When are we going to see OutKast vs. Carver II? When are you going to settle up with Ben Jackman? Will we ever see Hardcore Style in the ring again? Does it bother you that The Iron Fist Championship is the only SHOOT title you NEVER won? Are you going to be inducted into the SHOOT Hall of Fame? When are you going to go back to SHOOT Project? When are you going home? I told them that those bridges were burnt. I told them that it would never happen. You all know what?s happened to me the last few months. Injuries after injuries?and the clock on the wall is winding down. Do I want to end my career like this? Do I want to end it all, without some questions being answered? I don?t know. I really don?t. What I do know, is that I need to set something right. After it?s all said and done?I need to settle something. With the Johnson family. I know that I?m not going to get Jason out here?but I can do the next best thing. So Real Deal?hot shot?if you?re back there?get your ass out here.? The fans erupt! Robert Mack: ?Am I?am I hearing this right? Diamond Del Carver is CALLING OUT THE REAL DEAL?? Eryk Masters: ?I can?t believe my eyes! Diamond Del Carver is standing in front of us?and he?s just called out the SHOOT Project Franchise!? ?NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME NIGGA ASK ABOUT ME? ?I?m a hustla- I?mma I?mma hustla? homie.? ?I?m a Hustla? by Cassidy EXPLODES for the second time tonight, and as the crowd goes bonkers, The Real Deal emerges into the spotlight, and starts to pace to the ring in strong, even strides. The Franchise quickly jogs up the steps to the ring, and stands across the ring from Carver. For a long moment, the fans simply soak in the sight, flashbulbs going off all over, as the two SHOOT Project legends stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring. Two men who were flag bearers for the original SHOOT Project when it was still running shows in bars and warehouses in Japan. Two men who were at the forefront when SHOOT Project went International and broke through to the mainstream. Diamond Del Carver: ?Josh?I?ve come home to give you something. Something I owe you. You and your brother gave me my break in this game. I?ve never forgotten that. I think I made my mark here?but the bottom line is that I walked out on you?and started an exodus that almost killed this place. I should have known that would never happen?but the bottom line is?we?ve slung a lot of shit at each other in the dirt sheets, and on the internet. I?m here to make amends. I?m here to give you a chance to do what you?ve probably been wanting to do for ages. If you want to kick my ass?here?s your chance. Kick it.? Del Carver drops the microphone?and turns his back to The Real Deal! As the fans are on pins and needles, Diamond Del Carver stands with his back to The Real Deal?giving him a ?free shot!? Robert Mack: ?I can?t believe this, Eryk! Diamond Del Carver has come here to make amends with SHOOT Project and the Johnson Family?and he is offering The Real Deal a chance to?well?KICK HIS ASS!? Eryk Masters: ?If the Deal doesn?t take this chance, he?s an idiot. Carver is just standing there?his back turned!? The Real Deal stands there, staring at Carver?s back. Finally, he picks up the microphone which Carver dropped, and speaks? The Real Deal: ?Well? well well well well? I never? ever? thought I?d see the day, Diamon Del. And even though I?d love to kick your beat up, bony old ass, Carver?I?m a man who doesn?t work that way?and you of all people should know that better than anybody. So I?ll kick your ass Carver?but I?ll do it the RIGHT way?in a MATCH. RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW.? The fans have been on their feet since the moment Carver and The Real Deal have been in the ring together?but now they crank the volume up even LOUDER! Robert Mack: ?Pinch me because I must be fucking DREAMING!? Eryk Masters: ?You ain?t dreaming Mack! We?re having us a BONUS MATCH! Diamond Del Carver vs. The Real Deal?right here?right now! YES!?  The SafeCo Field fans are buzzing in excitement, as the camera Samantha Coil standing at the timekeepers table, with a microphone in her hand. A referee in a stripped shirt slides into the ring. Samantha Coil: ?Ladies and Gentlemen, the following impromptu contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a 45 Minute time limit. Introducing first, he hails from Jackson, Mississippi and weighs in at 245 pounds, this is: DIAMOND DEL CARVER!? Diamond Del Carver back himself into the far corner and keeps his eyes locked on The Real Deal. Carver does not acknowledge that his name has been announced. Samantha Coil: ?And now, his opponent! Hailing from Charleston, South Carolina...he weighs in at 224 pounds, this is ?The Franchise?...THE REAL DEAL Samantha Coil hits the bell and the fans cheer, as the two competitors head to the center of the ring, and prepare to lock up. Robert Mack: ?A lot of bad blood is going to come out in this match, Eryk.? Eryk Masters: ?I?ll say. I still can?t believe this is happening Mack!? Josh slowly approaches Diamond Del Carver, who quickly ties him up. Diamond Del Carver engages in a go-behind, and takes The Real Deal down at the knees. Floating over in pure amateur form, Diamond Del Carver locks onto Josh's head, trying to keep him off his feet. Diamond Del Carver quickly goes to the arm, and begins working it, applying somewhat of a reverse arm bar, all the while keeping the pressure on the back of The Real Deal's neck. The Real Deal slowly tries to work his way out of it, but Diamond Del Carver keeps the pressure applied, causing more and more pain. With a grimace, however, Josh reaches the bottom rope and the referee calls for the break. Robert Mack: ?I think everybody here was expecting a brawl, Eryk. We all assumed Josh would come out swinging, and obviously so did Carver?so he?s going to the mat!? Eryk Masters: ?Give this man a medal, folks? he?s a genius. But I won?t argue with that assessment. Problem is, Del Carver will NEVER be able to out-wrestle The Real Deal! This match has a long way to go.? The two men are to their feet now, separated by referee Dennis Heflin. Dennis smartly moves out of the way and they quickly resume their personal tests of strength. Carver and The Real Deal tie it up once again, this time with Josh as the aggressor. He pulls Diamond Del Carver into a side headlock, and delivers a series of brutal punches to Diamond Del Carver's skull. Josh whips Diamond Del Carver into the ropes, driving a knee Eryk Masters: ?See? I told you! Johnson is fighting back Robert Mack: ?Well, if Carver can?t wrestle the Deal, he?s going to go to what he?s best at...brawling!? Josh turns around to see Diamond Del Carver almost back to his feet
and vulnerable. He charges Diamond Del Carver, aiming to deliver a swift
boot to the prone Diamond Del Carver's ribs. Diamond Del Carver Robert Mack: ?Here we go!? Eryk Masters: ?Outside the ring...which you and Dutch used to call ?Carver Country? back in the day!? Diamond Del Carver slides outside of the ring now, looking slightly crazed, and he paces over to the announcers table, and with one arm, sweeps all of he items off the surface, onto the floor! Papers, the monitors, water bottles?everything goes flying as Diamond Del Carver clears room. Robert Mack and Eryk Masters have ripped off their headsets, and fled the scene. They stand a few feet away, with Samantha Coil and Dennis Heflin, watching warily. Diamond Del Carver grabs The SHOOT Franchise by the hair, and violently rakes the eyes, just as the Franchise was starting to get back to his feet after getting dumped on the outside. Diamond Del Carver walks with Josh Johnson, still pulling the hair, and then climbs up and stands on top of the announcers table! Diamond Del Carver pulls, and The SHOOT Franchise has no choice but to stumble after him, or have his hair yanked out by the roots. Diamond Del Carver tucks The Real Deal?s head in between his knees, hoists him up into the air...and drives The SHOOT Franchise forward, through the top of the announcers? table, as hard as he can! CRASH! The fans erupt at the sight of The Real Deal being driven through the announcers table! The familiar chant of ?Holy Shit? goes up, as The Real Deal and Diamond Del Carver both lay amidst the wreckage of the announcers? table. The tech crew in the back show a replay to the fans at home, and in the arena over the video screens. The Real Deal and Diamond Del Carver both start to slowly sit up. Diamond Del Carver lurches forward, and then he reaches out, and grabs The SHOOT Franchise by the back on the head with his left hand, and rears back with his right hand in a closed fist? BAM! Diamond Del Carver pummels The Real Deal right in the face with his right fist, and to add to the impact, he pushes The SHOOT Franchise?s head forward with his left! Blood spatters from the face of The Real Deal?but Diamond Del Carver isn?t done. Diamond Del Carver keeps The SHOOT Franchise secured by the back of the head, and continues to slam his closed fist into Double J?s face in a rapid barrage of shots! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! The Real Deal?s head shakes from the jackhammer like shots from Diamond Del Carver. Blood is literally flying as Diamond Del Carver lays into ?Double J? over and over again. Finally, Diamond Del Carver lets his grip on the back of The Real Deal?s head go?and The SHOOT Franchise collapses, dazed. Diamond Del Carver pulls Josh to his feet by the hair, and then tosses The Real Deal by the hair, over the security rail, into the crowd! The crowd scatters, as The Real Deal sails over the railing, and lands in a heap, sending chairs and spectators flying everywhere! Diamond Del Carver, his face a mask of determination vaults himself over, into the crowd! Robert Mack: ?Hello? Hello Eryk, can you hear me?? Eryk Masters: ?Yeah, we?re back on. We got no table left, but our headsets and monitors still work!? Robert Mack: ?Well fans, as you can see, this match has degenerated into a pier 6 brawl?and Diamond Del Carver has thrown The Real Deal out into the crowd!? Eryk Masters: ?So much for our scientific wrestling. I KNEW we wouldn?t make it all the way through this Pay Per View without losing our table...I KNEW it!? Diamond Del Carver is now out in the crowd, surrounded by fans. Diamond Del Carver pulls The Real Deal to his feet, however The SHOOT Franchise surprises Diamond Del Carver, and everybody, by rearing back, and nailing Diamond Del Carver with a punch to the forehead! WHAM! BAM! Diamond Del Carver answers back with an uppercut! WHAM! Although he is staggered, The SHOOT Franchise answers back with another shot! BAM! Another uppercut from Diamond Del Carver! WHAM! A jab from The SHOOT Franchise! BAM! Diamond Del Carver! WHAM! The SHOOT Franchise! As the crowd flees in terror, the two men stagger and stumble around the grounds of SafeCo Field, exchanging punches, back and forth, neither man willing to back down. The cameraman with the remote unit does his best to follow the two enemies, who continue to trade shots as they make their way through the crowd, not even paying attention to where they are going! Robert Mack: ?This is crazy! Diamond Del Carver and The Real Deal are beating the HELL out of each other! Look at them! Every time Diamond Del Carver lands a good punch to the bloody face of The Real Deal, The SHOOT Franchise?s head snaps back, but then he fires back! Every time The SHOOT Franchise nails Diamond Del Carver with one of those wicked punches, Diamond Del Carver comes right back with an uppercut!? Eryk Masters: ?So what the hell is going on? Is this match thrown out? Is it a disqualification...or what?? Robert Mack: ?Dennis Heflin is probably giving these men a lot of leeway, since this is an impromptu match and there is so much emotion and the fans want a clear winner here, so I doubt we?re going to see a count-out or a disqualification.? Back in the crowd, Diamond Del Carver fires a boot catching The Real Deal right in the gut! ?Double J? drops and falls to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Diamond Del Carver grabs a steel chair from the crowd, and in a battering ram like motion, rams it right into The Real Deal?s FACE! CRACK! The Real Deal falls back, stunned. Diamond Del Carver brings the steel chair down as hard as he can across the top of the head of The Real Deal! WHAM! A huge dent appears in the chair! The Real Deal starts to stumble away from Diamond Del Carver, holding his head. Once again, the fans part to make way, as Diamond Del Carver chases The Real Deal through the crowd! As the two men reach the crowd barrier, Diamond Del Carver throws Josh Johnson over, and then gets ready to hop over the railing himself, back to the ringside area. The Real Deal sees his chance... POW! As Diamond Del Carver was trying to jump back over the railing, The Real Deal NAILS him right in the JAW with his Reality Check Superkick! Diamond Del Carver slumps over the railing, out on his feet. The SHOOT Franchise grabs Diamond Del Carver by the hair, and rolls him back into the ring! Diamond Del Carver lays in the ring, dazed. Josh Johnson reaches through the ropes, and grabs the steel chair again. Robert Mack: ?Uh oh?? Eryk Masters: ?Hey listen, Diamond Del Carver deserves whatever he gets! He?s the one who took the match outside the ring, and he?s the one who started using the chair! Nobody asked him to!? The Real Deal holds the steel chair over his head, as he stands over Diamond Del Carver? WHAM!!! The crowd gasps?as The Real Deal DRIVES the steel chair right into the NECK of Diamond Del Carver! Diamond Del Carver actually sits up for a moment, screaming, and then falls backwards! The Real Deal tosses the chair aside, and then falls on Diamond Del Carver for the cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Diamond Del Carver kicks OUT! The fans cheer in disbelief, as Diamond Del Carver kicks out! The Real Deal gets up, and stands over Diamond Del Carver. He stands over Carver?s back, and sits down, as with his other arm he wraps it over his Diamond Del Carver's neck...and pulls back! Diamond Del Carver starts to scream, as he is obviously in unbelievable pain! The Real Deal has a dragon sleeper locked in tight! Robert Mack: ?LESSON IN REALITY! The modified Dragon Sleeper! We?ve seen the former champion use this hold before as one of his trademark moves?? Eryk Masters: ?After nailing Diamond Del Carver in the neck with that chair, The SHOOT Franchise has already weakened him too!? Diamond Del Carver tries reaching up to get to The Real Deal, but since The SHOOT Franchise has the hold on properly, he cannot connect! Next, Diamond Del Carver tries to twist to one side, reaching for the ropes to break the hold! It doesn?t work. Diamond Del Carver then twists the other way, trying to reach for the ropes?but he is too far away. Diamond Del Carver slaps both his hands on the sides of his head, and screams in agony, twisting and turning, trying to get out of the brutal torque of the hold which is twisting his neck! Diamond Del Carver?s face is distorted in absolute agony, as his back arches, he contorts with the pain. Diamond Del Carver looks over at referee Dennis Heflin?reaches his arm out?and taps out! The bell rings! Robert Mack: ?The SHOOT Franchise has made his hated rival Diamond Del Carver tap out!? Eryk Masters: ?That chair shot to the neck is what did him in Mack!? The Real Deal?s music starts to play again, and Josh Johnson releases his hold on Diamond Del Carver as Dennis Heflin holds his arm high in the air. Samantha Coil takes the microphone? Samantha Coil: ?Ladies and Gentlemen: HERE IS YOUR WINNER?BY TAP OUT? THE REAL DEAL...JOSH JOHNSON!? The crowd is on their feet, as a replay of the dragon sleeper is shown. As his music plays, Josh Johnson stands over Diamond Del Carver. The Real Deal looks down at the fallen Carver for a long moment... Finally, Josh extends his hand...and grabs Carver by the wrist, pulling him to his feet! The fans are buzzing...unsure of what is about to happen next. Is The Real Deal about to drive Diamond Del back into the mat with another Reality Check? Carver stands on his feet, wobbling back and forth, holding his neck in pain. Josh keeps his hand around Carver?s wrist... And holds Carver?s arm high in the air! The fans explode, as The Real Deal holds Diamond Del Carver?s arm high in the air! Carver smiles sadly, and shakes his head, embracing The Real Deal! The fans are going nuts as the two SHOOT veterans congratulate each other. Diamond Del Carver extends his hand, and The Real Deal and Carver share a warm handshake, while the fans are cheering their hearts out. Robert Mack: ?WHAT A MOMENT! WHAT A FIGHT!? Eryk Masters: ?Never as long as I live did I think I?d see this moment, Mack. I don?t know what this means for the future...but for now, this stands out as one of the defining moments in SHOOT Project!? 
Kast: I earned...the right to go to...Reckoning Day... ?Dead as dead can be,? my doctor tells me Kast: So...Ichiro...Seppuku? ...I'll be watching. But I just can?t believe him, ever the optimistic one The shot changes to Ichiro pinning Cade Sydal to retain the World Championship. I?m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy The shot changes to Dutch Harris revealing himself, and several quick shots of the Blue and Green Power Rangers are shown in rapid succession. Wake up and face me, don?t play dead cause maybe The shot changes to Kast again with the mic, having just defeated X-Calibur, the former World Champion, in a title defense of his Rule of Surrender Championship. Someday I will walk away and say, ?You disappoint me,? Kast: Ichiro...I'm coming for you. Maybe you?re better off this way A quick shot of Ichiro out on the mat, having just taken yet another D & C beating. Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic A sped up version of the moment where the Green Ranger appeared and took Dutch Harris out appears, slowing down to focus on D & C's reaction as the Ranger disappears in the crowd. I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been The scene shifts to Ichiro charging down to Kast and attacking him out of paranoia. It's your right and your ability to become?my perfect enemy? Ichiro: "I HAVE TO STOP THEM BEFORE THEY GET TO ME! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!? I HAVE TO STOP THEM!" Wake up (we'll catch you) and face me (come one now), The voice of Jason Johnson reading a psychiatric report of Ichiro's over the chorus. "Ichiro?s paranoia is only exacerbated by the fact that he has obvious delusions of grandeur, believing that he is the only one who has earned the right...hold...your world championship? he is afraid...of losing that title." Don?t play dead (don't play dead) A quick shot of Kast sitting across from Jason Johnson is shown, Kast with a smile on his face. Cause maybe (because maybe) A quick shot of Kast standing at the entrance with the Green Ranger helmet in hand while Cade looks on in shock in the ring. Someday I?ll (someday I'll) walk away and say, ?You disappoint me,? Kast: If you fuck with Ichiro? I...FUCK WITH YOU! Maybe you?re better off this way A quick shot of Ichiro and Kast standing face to face, Ichiro's head down in shame. Maybe you?re better off this way A quick shot of Kast putting his hand on Ichiro's shoulder. Maybe you?re better off this way A quick shot of Kast getting nailed with the infamous rubber pipe, knocking him down by Dutch. Maybe you?re better off this way The Green Ranger attacks Kast, ripping the helmet off to reveal Mirage, now allied with D & C. You?re better of this; you?re better off this; A brief shot of Ichiro looking concerned about facing Cade Sydal with Kast standing with him. Then, Kast's voice is heard in an echo... Kast: ...if anything... unexpected happens, I'll be there... Maybe you?re better off! The song hits its crescendo as a shot of Ichiro and Cade going at it is shown, with the Green Ranger sliding into the ring, slamming the chair into Ichiro's face. Wake up (can't you) and face me (come on now), The Green Ranger stands revealed with D & C and Mirage...as Kast. The four men stand over Ichiro. Don?t play dead (don't play dead) The scene freezes as Kast sends the helmet comes crashing down on Ichiro's head, cracking the helmet open. Cause maybe (because maybe) The scene cuts to Kast in the ring. Kast: This is no revamp. This is no...resurrection...this...is a reckoning. Go ahead and play dead A split second shot of Ichiro out in the hospital spliced with shots of Kast standing in the center of the ring with his teeth gritted in anger. I know that you can hear this A split second shot of Ichiro's hospital bed, empty, Ichiro having escaped. Go ahead and play dead Kast: SHOOT needs somebody capable of bringing out the best in these idiots... Why can't you turn and face me? A sudden shot of Ichiro in the entrance ramp, mic in hand. Ichiro: ...a man I used to call my friend, a man I knew... Why can't you turn and face me? Ichiro: ...I simply call him my enemy. Why can't you turn and face me? Ichiro: I am going to make you work like a fucking DOG if you want this title... I am going to push you harder than any of your previous opponents could have ever dreamed... Why can't you turn and face me? Ichiro: I am going to make you CLIMB for this title... rung by rung by FUCKING rung until you reach the top... A split second shot of the ladder. A split second shot of Kast standing in the center of the ring, glaring at the camera. You fucking disappoint me! Ichiro: ...that is, if you can. The scene fades to complete black as Maynard's voice whispers the end of the song. The graphic on the screen shows "Ichiro Seppuku"..."World Heavyweight Champion"..."Kast"..."The SHOOT Franchise"... Passive aggressive bullshit... Passive aggressive bullshit... A final graphic of the two men standing face to face, with the shadow of a ladder behind the both of them. Passive aggressive bullshit... "Reckoning Day." Passive aggressive bullshit... "2005." World Heayweight Championship Ladder Match The scene cuts back to SafeCo Field, night having fallen on the field at this point. The fans seem particularly energized at this point, having witnessed some of the finest competition this sport has ever seen thus far. The previous hype video, obviously, does little to quell that adrenaline. "Triad" by Tool plays loudly in the arena as the camera sweeps across the thousands of screaming fans, who cheer as the camera catches a brief glimpse of Samantha Coil stepping into the ring. Robert Mack: Ladies and gentlemen...this is it. This is what we've waited for for six long months. The road to Reckoning Day has completed and here we are...at the main event. What. A. Show. Eryk Masters: Better believe it, Mack. It isn't gonna get much better, I mean...look at the ringside area! The camera shows a shot of ladders on either side of the ring, a ladder in front of their announcing table, and another ladder set up in the entrance. Robert Mack: God, how these guys are gonna top what we've seen already, I don't know, Eryk...but I have a feeling they're gonna try! The bell rings thrice, drawing everyone's attention to Samantha Coil, who stands in the center of the ring. Samantha Coil: Ladies and gentlemen...The SHOOT Project is proud to bring to you the MAIN EVENT...of RECKONING DAY! The fans pop. Samantha Coil: The officiating referee for this match is a man who has been a staple of The SHOOT Project for literally years. Ladies and gentlemen...your referee...SCOTT....KAMURA!!! The smarks in the audience pop and the fans give an obligatory excited pop as Scott Kamura steps out from the back, after over a year away from a SHOOT Project ring. Robert Mack: Kamura! Scott Kamura is BACK in the Project, Eryk! Eryk Masters: God...things are starting to feel like normal again, Mack! Kamura walks down to the ring and steps in, nodding to Mack and Masters and shaking Coil's hand as he steps aside. Coil again resumes the center of the ring. Samantha Coil: The following match is scheduled to be a LADDER MATCH-- The sounds of an airplane landing are heard, and the fans immediately boo. "You better get ready for the war..." Samantha Coil: ...and is for the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first...weighing in at 240 pounds...the 2005 Master of the Mat...KAAAAAAAST!!! It's so frustratin', so many hatin' Kast steps out from the back, the fans giving him a giant chorus of boos as he does so. He stands there, looking out at the sea of fans fervently against him winning tonight, and smirks. He has his beard full on his face now, though trimmed short to his face, the same length as his hair on his head. He walks down the ramp wearing a new singlet, darker blue with two white bars running up the sides, with a black ? on the abdomen as well. He also has on the same colored kneepads with a black ? on both knees. His boots are white with "KAST" written down the sides in black. He also wears blue elbowpads with a smaller ? on them in black. He also wears black wrist tape, taping up his hands like fingerless gloves. He walks down to the ladder which is set up and grabs it rung by rung. He climbs up it and looks over the fans, grinning from ear to ear. He stands there on the second to top rung, turns slightly, and drops off the ladder. He proceeds to the ring and climbs the ringsteps. He steps into the ring and looks over the fans before climb the center of the ropes, standing one foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle, gripping the top rope, looking over the fans as they boo in mercilessly. Robert Mack: The fans are letting Kast have it here tonight...they are not happy with their former favorite turning his back on them like he has in recent weeks...all for the thirst of the World Championship. Eryk Masters: He's ruthless, Mack. He'll do anything and everything for the chance to win that belt, as evidenced by his attack on Ichiro. His well thought out master plan that culminated in his attack on Ichiro! "LAX" cuts off, and the fans erupt into cheers. Suddenly, "End Of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage hits, and the fans pop louder. Samantha Coil: And his opponent...weighing in at 230 pounds...he is the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Champion...Ichiro...SEPPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKUUUUUU!!! The fans pop as out from the back emerges Ichiro. He stands there, hair cut shorter, his long hair long gone. He stands there with a pair of black tights with red trim, his infamous Hokkaido symbol on the back. He walks down to the ring, as the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship belt descends from the scaffolds set up above the ring where the Hell In A Cell came from. He walks to the ladder and looks at it, after a few seconds, he turns back to Kast, who stands in his corner of the ring. Ichiro walks to the ring, looks up to the belt, and the back to Kast. He slides into the ring and stands up, glaring at Kast. Kamura steps in between the two stars, pointing to both of them to maintain their cool. "End Of Heartache" cuts off, leaving the arena in silence, aside from the rather loud buzz of the fans. Robert Mack: God...I can't wait, Eryk! Eryk Masters: You won't have to, Mack, because here we go! Kamura steps back and motions for the bell to be rung, and the fans ERUPT. Robert Mack: For the FIRST time...Ichiro versus Kast! Kast and Ichiro stare at one another, the camera shifting back and forth between the two men. Ichiro starts to stretch himself as he never takes his eyes off of Kast. Kast, meanwhile, stretches against the ropes. He continues to stand in his corner, as does Ichiro. Soon, however, Kast holds his arms out, his head cocked to the side. Ichiro grits his teeth as Kast maintains his smirk. Robert Mack: You can cut the tension with a-- Eryk Masters: Chainsaw! Robert Mack: ...chainsaw. Suddenly, both men begin to walk towards one another. Kast stops and glares at Ichiro. Both men stop as the fans cheer louder and louder as both men's chests bump. The fans are intense and a small "I-CHI-RO" chant kicks up. No words are shared between the two men. Nothing. Ichiro just arches back, same as Kast, and both men start unloading on one another! Robert Mack: YES! HERE WE GO! Kast and Ichiro rock each other with rights, but the fans get more and more psyched with Ichiro starts rocking Kast with harder rights! And harder rights! He NAILS Kast and Kast staggers into the ropes. Ichiro whips Kast into the ropes and hiptosses him to the mat. Kast rolls away and glares at him as Ichiro stands in the center of the ring, controlling the center. Kast gets up and Ichiro goes for a tie up, but Kast ducks under the tie up and gets behind Ichiro. Ichiro elbows Kast in the head and turns himself around and goes for a hip toss, but Kast floats through and hip tosses Ichiro! The fans boo as Ichiro gets back up with Kast in the center of the ring. He stands there and smirks, but Ichiro smacks him hard in the face! Kast glares at Ichiro and immediately goes for a punch, but Ichiro blocks! He goes for another and Ichiro blocks it! Ichiro whips him to the ropes and catches him...lifts him high...and sends him FLYING with a back body drop from the ring! The fans ERUPT and a HUGE "I-CHI-RO" chant fills the arena. Kast glares at the fans and slaps the mat in frustration. Robert Mack: It seems these fans and Ichiro are getting under Kast's skin tonight, Eryk! Eryk Masters: It's the biggest stage of them all, Mack, there's no way Kast'll get rattled here! Kast paces the ringside area as Ichiro beckons for him to get into the ring. He looks at Kamura and then to Mack and Masters as he passes them. Robert Mack: Get back in the ring, Kast! Eryk Masters: Man, you know what he did to you in Portland, don't antagonize him! Kast points to a fan and yells "SHUT UP" before he looks back at the ring. He hopes up on the ring apron and stars at Ichiro. Kamura walks between the two of them and Kast tells Kamura to keep Ichiro away from him. Ichiro paces the center of the ring as Kast glares at him. The two men lock eyes as Kast steps through the ropes. He stands there and looks at Ichiro and then to the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship, dangling high above the ring. Ichiro stands there, almost cocky, but Kast cuts him a look and Ichiro's fury gets the best of him. He charges in on Kast, and Kast IMMEDIATELY hits him with a thumb to the eye! The chorus of boos is evident as Ichiro clutches his eye. Kast stands there, looking defiant at Ichiro before he grabs Ichiro. He throws him up against the turnbuckle and immediately administers a PAINFUL chop, the slap echoing through the arena as a loud "WOOOOO" sweeps the crowd. He chops Ichiro again, and another "WOOOO". Kast glares at the fans WOOing and yells to them "FUCK FLAIR" and the boos grow as he chops Ichiro once again to an even louder WOOOOOO! Ichiro suddenly grabs Kast and throws him into the turnbuckle and chops him HARD, but before the fans can WOO, he chops him AGAIN. And AGAIN. And AGAIN. And AGAIN. Kast slumps down, cradling his reddening chest as Kamura pulls Ichiro from the turnbuckle. Eryk Masters: Man...you know you're a bad guy when you yell at the fans for doing the standard woos. Robert Mack: Kast's a lot more bitter about not being the World Champion than he'd like to let on, I imagine. Ichiro turns away from Kamura, but spins away from him and CHARGES and NAILS Kast with a lariat while Kast was still in the corner! Ichiro grabs the staggering Kast and hooks him in for a vertical suplex...that Ichiro SNAPS over! Kast lands on the mat hard as Ichiro stands over him and immediately drops down with a rolling knee drop to the head of Kast! Ichiro rolls to his feet and immediately falls back with an elbow drop! He picks Kast up and hooks him in for a side Russian leg sweep! He hooks him in and Kast tries to counter, but Ichiro turns into a falling lariat, sending Kast back down to the mat! The fans ROAR as Ichiro straddles Kast and immediately rains punches down on the SHOOT Franchise! Kast tries to raise his hips to force Ichiro off, but Ichiro keeps raining down the punches to Kast's barely protected face! Robert Mack: Ichiro's training with the mixed martial arts and his hard style of hitting seem to be coming into effect...but he's also showing Kast he's been watching plenty of tapes to get ready for this match, as this is the same way Osbourne Kilminster was worn Kast down in the past, mounting him and raining these punches down. Kast tries to get Ichiro off of him, but to no avail until Kast rolls to the side and Ichiro falls off. He tries to scramble back onto Kast, but Kast hits him in the lip with a HARD elbow shot, sending Ichiro back, grasping his lip in pain. Kast crawls backward to the ropes to get up as Ichiro spits out the little bit of blood from the cut on his lip. At the sight of his own blood, Ichiro's eyes seem to grow as dark as his hair as he forces himself up to his feet. Kast and Ichiro charge one another, but Kast ducks under and immediately lifts Ichiro up into the air from behind, sending him to the mat face first. Kast sprawls over Ichiro and grinds his forearm into Ichiro's face, hoping to stretch the cut open further on his lip if he can. He holds him there as the fans start to chant "I-CHI-RO" again. Kast glares at the fans as Ichiro forces his knees underneath him! Robert Mack: Ichiro's gonna power out of this front face lock! Eryk Masters: Hell no! This is Kast's playground! Nobody outclasses the Master of the Mat! Ichiro seems to hear the chants of his name as he powers one foot down to the mat! Kast squeezes the front face lock tighter as Ichiro suddenly uses as much energy as he can...and FORCES himself to a standing position! The fans ERUPT as Ichiro seems to be near to breaking free of the front face lock! Kast looks over the fans and his eyes grow wide as Ichiro grabs him, almost as if he's about to prepare to hit a Northern Lights suplex! Kast plants his feet down on the ground hard and suddenly, without even flaunting it, SNAPS Ichiro around and NAILS the REINVENTION NECKBREAKER. Kast falls to the mat on top of Ichiro, who was just hit with a SICK Reinvention. The fans boo as Kast gets up and falls against the ropes. He bounces off and hits a running leg drop to Ichiro's face! He looks over the fans and then back to Kamura. He gets an evil grin on his face as he picks Ichiro up. He holds the weary World Champ up and then hooks him into a vertical suplex position! He hoists him high...and holds him...and holds him...the flashbulbs in the arena go off as...ICHIRO FLOATS THROUGH AND NAILS A REVERSE DDT FROM BEHIND!!! KAST FALLS TO THE MAT WITH A THUD! Robert Mack: BEAUTIFUL! Ichiro COUNTERS Kast's vertical suplex attempt with a HARD reverse DDT! Eryk Masters: WAY to add something to the quality of the match, Mack! Robert Mack: Thank God we're on pay-per-view so I can freely say 'fuck you, Masters'. Eryk Masters: Awww...I wub you too, Mack. Ichiro and Kast both lie on the mat, trying to get their heads together as the fans are abuzz with that sweet flawless counter. They cheer hard for the two men to get up, following the move, and they ERUPT when Ichiro is the first man to slide to his knees. He sits back on them, looking at Kast, who is starting to stir. After a few more moments, he pulls himself up and stands tall for a brief moment before falling back to the corner. He watches Kast and Kast finally gets to his feet...and the fans pop BIG when they see Ichiro crouched down, ready to pounce the SHOOT Franchise. Kast tries to shake the cobwebs loose as he turns around and Ichiro is running full steam! Ichiro leaps into the air for a cross body block...BUT KAST CATCHES HIM! KAST HAS ICHIRO. Kast tries to move the momentum into a powerslam...BUT ICHIRO HAS KAST'S HEAD! DDT! DDT! ICHIRO FLOATS OVER INTO A DDT that sends Kast BOUNCING off the mat. Kast cradles his head as Ichiro immediately slides from the ring, and the fans ERUPT, knowing what Ichiro's going for. Robert Mack: Oh man...we were waiting for this! Ichiro bends down in front of the announcer's table...and lifts HIGH a ladder! The fans pop HUGE as Ichiro holds it up over his head! He walks towards the ring and slides it between the middle and top ropes. He slides into the ring and picks Kast up. He has Kast by the head...and points to the ladder! The fans salivate over seeing their former hero thrown backfirst onto the unforgiving steel of the ladder, and Ichiro nods his head to show them he's more than ready and able to give them just that. He pulls Kast forward and then arches back to throw him in...but Kast REVERSES. He sends Ichiro SAILING into the ladder, and the ladder falls to the mat from the momentum! The fans boo loudly as Kast immediately smirks as Ichiro clutches the small of his back! Eryk Masters: HA! Ichiro's ladders are gonna be his undoing! I love it! Kast stands over Ichiro and jumps into the air to nail a kneedrop...but ICHIRO MOVES. Kast's eyes go wide as he SCREAMS in pain upon impact of knee to steel! He clutches his knee in pain, screaming bloody murder as Ichiro picks the ladder up...and DRIVES it down on Kast's injured knee! Kast rolls from the ring, clutching the knee, yelling to Kamura "TIME OUT, DAMMIT, TIME OUT!" and takes the time to make his hands into a T. The fans boo loudly, but Ichiro will have none of it as he throws the ladder to the mat and slides from the ring after Kast. He grabs Kast and slams him headfirst to the steel steps! The fans erupt as he then throws him shoulder first into the ring post! The fans are losing their minds as Kast's nearly whiny screams are heard. Ichiro picks up a steel folding chair while Kast leans against the ring post to catch his breath. Ichiro aims and fires...but Kast ducks out of the way! Ichiro hits the ring post and immediately turns to hit Kast, but Kast hits him in the midsection with a solid kick, making Ichiro drop the chair. Kast looks at the chair for a second, but decides against picking it up. Robert Mack: What is this?! Honor inside the man who made the claims this week that there's no lows he won't go to win this belt? Kast grabs Ichiro and hits his head on the ring apron before lifting him over his head. The fans boo instantly as he holds him on his shoulders, glaring at the fans for a long few moments. Robert Mack: No...NO! Don't do it, Kast, don't-- But Kast ignores Mack's pleas for mercy...and DRIVES Ichiro on the RINGSIDE floor with a HARD DEVASTATOR. The fans boo him mercilessly...as mercilessly as he just administered the lethal Devastator to Ichiro on the outside concrete. He looks at Ichiro and grimaces as he starts to laugh as Ichiro seems all but out. He looks at the fans and mocks them for having a Champion who can't even withstand such a lethal damn near career ending move. He rolls into the ring and looks down at the ladder...and then up to the belt. The fans boo even more as he reaches down and picks the ladder up. He looks up, trying to position himself underneath the belt just right, and finally sets the ladder up. Eryk Masters: YES! YES! NEW WORLD CHAMP! The fans, meanwhile, boo for Kast, but the few who see Ichiro barely able to move start to cheer for the World Champion. Kast looks at the fans, knowing he can take all the time in the world as he just took Ichiro completely out of this match. He starts up, stepping on the bottom rung. He starts to laugh as he steps up the second rung and then the third. Ichiro, meanwhile, thrusts his hand up to the ring apron and the fans pop BIG who see. Kast, meanwhile, steps up again, laughing his ass off that it's this easy. Eryk Masters: It's over! IT'S SO OVER! Robert Mack: ICHIRO'S UP!!! ICHIRO'S UP! Ichiro forces himself to his feet and climbs the ring apron. When he spots Kast paying him no attention and his back nearly to the corner Ichiro currently sits at, Ichiro ascends the turnbuckles. Eryk Masters: KAST! NO!!! WATCH OUT!!! Kast gets to the third from the last rung when the fans ERUPT! Kast doesn't even have the time to turn around before he is NAILED with a MISSILE DROPKICK FROM ICHIRO!! The ladder buckles as Ichiro falls away...and Kast is sent SAILING TO THE RING ROPES! The ladder bounces off the ropes and Kast is bounced OFF the ladder and to the mat! The fans start a massive "HO-LY-SHIT" chant for the move as BOTH competitors are OUT on the mat!! Robert Mack & Eryk Masters: OH MY GOD! Robert Mack: Did you...SEE what Ichiro just... Eryk Masters: Broke his ladder. Robert Mack: Eryk...he not only broke his ladder...he may have broken Kast's BACK with that missile dropkick! No matter what, he just SAVED his belt! BOTH men are down on the mat, Eryk...and I don't know when or IF they can get up! I don't think they can continue! Scott Kamura stands between the two men and starts his obligatory ten count. ONE! Eryk Masters: No way! Kast is the 2005 Master of the Mat! At the very least HE can get back up! Ichiro's still suffering from that LETHAL Devastator...it took all he had to get up on that turnbuckle and hit that missile dropkick! TWO! Neither man are moving, both are breathing heavily, Kast lying on his back and Ichiro lying on his side. THREE! Robert Mack: This might be it for them, Eryk. I'm serious...Kast has a history of back injuries and Ichiro's gotta have a concussion from that horrible Devastator on the concrete! FOUR! The fans all seem pretty town between chants of "I-CHI-RO", "HO-LY-SHIT", a slight "KAST" chant and the rest counting along with Scott Kamura. FIVE! Eryk Masters: SafeCo Field's a hell of a place, and these fans are definitely showing us why SHOOT Project chose to claim the West as its own! Robert Mack: Better believe it...these guys are showing these fans what SHOOT's all about...all night LONG we've shown the world what SHOOT's all about. DAMN. SIX! Kast slings his arm over himself, the first sign of life between the two men. Ichiro, meanwhile, starts to slide his hand away from his body. SEVEN! Kast's arm flies back over to the mat, apparently without the energy to pick himself up right now. Ichiro, meanwhile, gets himself to his stomach and he looks up the appreciative fans. EIGHT! He pushes himself up, and the fans go. Fucking. Ballistic. Ichiro falls against the ropes, looking at the fans and turns to Kamura. Robert Mack: ICHIRO IS UP! He's going over to Kast...what... Ichiro picks Kast's leg up and drags him to the side of the ring nearest the entrance. He looks down at Kast and immediately kicks him to see to it he stays down. He looks over to the ladder and picks it up, the fans abuzz as to his motives. He sets it up underneath the title, and the fans go insane. He looks at it, but the ladder? Broken. He curses and shoves the ladder down in disgust. He bends down and slides it from the ring. He looks back to Kast, who is starting to stir at long last. He walks over to Kast and looks down at him. If this were a regular wrestling match, he could have pinned the SHOOT Franchise several times by now, that's how out Kast is. Ichiro leaves the ring and looks at the extra large ladder in the entry way then underneath the ring. Out of nowhere, the fans boo and Ichiro's head pops up to see what it is...just in time for a... Robert Mack: BASEBALL SLIDE FROM KAST! Kast has NAILED Ichiro with a baseball slide, sending the World Champion flying back to the floor! Kast gets himself to his feet, glaring down at the World Champion. He rips off his singlet straps as the adrenaline pumps through his body. He leaves the ring and reaches underneath the ring to reveal...a TABLE. The fans cheer at the sight of a table and Kast seems almost proud of his find, sliding it into the ring. He looks back at Ichiro and immediately walks over and kicks him several times in disdain for good measure. He picks the World Champion up and rolls him into the ring. He slides in after the two of them and then motions to the back. Robert Mack: Wait...what...what is he doing? The fans boo MIGHTILY as out from the back emerges...MIRAGE. Robert Mack: Is he even under contract here?! Kast points to the ladder and Mirage drags the extra large ladder beside the ring. Kast sets the table up and throws Ichiro onto the table. He points to Ichiro for Mirage to hold him down in case he gets up, and the fans boo heavily as the two scheme to possibly hit a move painful enough to possibly end Ichiro's career. Robert Mack: Damn it! Ichiro's paranoia has left him with no friends...can he handle this on his own? Eryk Masters: This is it! Thank GOD! Kamura yells at Mirage to get out of the ring, but Mirage piefaces him to the mat in disgust as the fans boo even louder. Kast slides from the ring and ascends the extra large ladder! Mirage goes to grab Ichiro, but Ichiro's eyes pop open...he grabs Mirage by the shirt! The fans ERUPT as Kast scrambles up the ladder to try to get up there in time to do something...but Ichiro gets OFF the table! He grabs Mirage, the fans LOVING it! He looks at Kast, who's eyes are bugged out, shaking his head no! He turns to Mirage, who is pleading for mercy! He looks at the fans, whose cheers merely grow LOUDER! Ichiro then lets loose a GUTTURAL scream...and tosses Mirage OVER the top rope...INTO THE LADDER! KAST FALLS BACK! THE LADDER FALLS ONTO KAST, WITH MIRAGE ON TOP! THE FANS GO INSANE!! Robert Mack: ICHIRO WILL NOT DIE! ICHIRO SEPPUKU WILL NOT GO DOWN!! Ichiro looks at Kast, who is getting back to his feet with a slight limp. Kast goes to help Mirage up, knowingly putting Mirage between him and the ring...and Ichiro runs to the opposite end of the ropes... Eryk Masters: Oh no...what is he doing...?! ...Ichiro leaps ONTO the table...and FLIES over the top rope ONTO KAST AND MIRAGE! The fans' chant of "HO-LY-SHIT" recommences as all three men are down! Robert Mack: GOD DAMN. God DAMN. Ichiro is willing to sacrifice his mind, body, and SOUL for that belt, Eryk. Eryk Masters: These guys are literally killing each other, Mack. They are literally killing each other. God... Ichiro rolls off of Kast and Mirage, who are both seemingly out. Kast, however, seems more able to move a bit easier, since Ichiro's suicide move knocked Mirage out, Kast pulls himself away from the wreckage. He looks at Ichiro and Mirage, and then pulls himself up to his knees, listening to the fans chanting "HO-LY-SHIT". Eryk Masters: C'mon Kast! THIS is your chance! Take it! The belt can be YOURS! Kast reaches over to Mirage and reaches into Mirage's pants pocket for something...and then quickly shoves it into his tights before Ichiro and Kamura spot it. Robert Mack: What the hell?! What did he just-- Eryk Masters: Nothing! Slight of hand! Magic! David Blaine, bitches! Robert Mack: What?! He hoists himself up to a standing position and stands there, surveying the damage. Robert Mack: How he can stand right now is anybody's guess... Eryk Masters: He's the-- Robert Mack: SHOOT Franchise...2005 Master of the Mat...we got it, Eryk. I don't care. This has been pure and utter hell for both men. Kast picks the ladder up and slides it into the ring. He looks down at Ichiro and Mirage and slides into the ring behind the ladder. Ichiro finally starts to stir as EMTs and road agents rush down to the ringside area to check on Mirage. The camera shifts back to Kast as Mirage is rushed away from ringside, out on his feet. Kast pulls the table to the corner of the ring and lets it remain standing. Kast picks the ladder up as Ichiro rolls into the ring, unbeknownst to Kast despite the cheering. Kast sets the ladder up and is SUDDENLY spun around...AND NAILED WITH A ROARING ELBOW. The fans pop BIG as Kast falls backwards...and Ichiro spins himself around...and NAILS KAST HARD IN THE FACE WITH THE ROARING ELBOW!! Robert Mack: DAMN! That second Roaring Elbow you could hear from here! Kast falls back as blood then pours effortlessly down his face. He gets alarmed when he sees it. Ichiro only gets excited. Robert Mack: That second Roaring Elbow NAILED Kast's left eyebrow...and it is SPLIT wide open! God...that's a gusher. Eryk Masters: That's a gusher?! Fuck, Mack, there's blood pouring out of the wound! Get this man some medical attention! TIME OUT! Kast glares at Ichiro, wiping the blood from his face. He flicks it at Ichiro, who blocks it with his hands and Kast takes the opportunity to UNLOAD on Ichiro with renewed rage! Ichiro staggers backwards from a HARD right hand...and then Kast lifts Ichiro up...and rams Ichiro HARD WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!! Ichiro howls in pain as Kast springs off of him, letting him writhe on the ground in pain. He walks back over to the ladder and stands there for a few moments. He starts to step up the rungs towards the belt, the fans going insane with a decidedly mixed reaction...hate for Kast and love for Ichiro. Kast looks at the unbroken table and then to Ichiro as he looks, once again, to the World Heavyweight Championship. Robert Mack: All night long it's seemed as though Kast has been after that belt...but Ichiro seems hell bent on destroying Kast first and retaining second! He hasn't climbed the ladder once all night long! He just keeps Kast from the belt and administers even more unbridled punishment! Kast climbs up the ladder, rung by rung, and Ichiro gets up! Kast continues his ascension, and Ichiro rushes to the OTHER side of the ladder! Kast and Ichiro both spot one another and scurry up to the top of the ladder as fast as they can! Eryk Masters: THIS IS IT!!! Ichiro and Kast both find themselves on the top rungs of the ladder! The fans go INSANE as Ichiro punches Kast HARD in the face, blood flying off of Kast's crimson mask! Kast rallies with a hard shot of his own, sending Ichiro back! Ichiro grabs Kast's face...and then NAILS him AGAIN with the elbow! Kast falls backward, ALMOST falling off...and Ichiro reaches up for the World Championship...but Kast rallies! He NAILS Ichiro! BOTH MEN REACH FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! Ichiro takes the final step, and has one leg on the final rung, and one on the TOP STEP while Kast remains on the third from the top! Ichiro glares at Kast...but Kast HEADBUTTS Ichiro! Ichiro's face is a brutal mix of his sweat, his blood from his lip, and now Kast's blood and sweat as well! Ichiro is dazed! Robert Mack: Oh God...they're playing in a place where not only careers can end...but lives as well...!! Kast suddenly thrusts Ichiro's head down underneath his arm! Eryk Masters: NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY!! Kast hooks BOTH ARMS OF ICHIRO'S...and LAUNCHES OFF THE LADDER!!! ICHIRO AND KAST BOTH GO CRASHING TO THE MAT....NO!! BOTH KAST AND ICHIRO GO THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The fans LOSE it as BOTH men are DOWN on the mat, surrounded by the splintered remains of the table! Robert Mack: OH MY GOD!! KAST JUST HIT THAT MODIFIED ALIENATOR OFF THE LADDER! Eryk Masters: No. Fucking. WAY!!! Kast and Ichiro BOTH are down as Kamura grabs his head in shock of the insane Alienator OFF the ladder THROUGH the table! Kast rolls over onto Ichiro, barely able to move! The loudest "HO-LY-SHIT" chant echoes through SafeCo Field as, likely, even the passerbys outside can hear. Kast drags himself away from the wreckage once again, but this time...the fans nearest the corner of the ring where they crashed through the table boo HARD. Kamura goes over to check on Kast and Ichiro, and Kast starts to laugh. Kamura looks over to Ichiro...and Ichiro is seemingly out...but...HANDCUFFED to the bottom rope! Robert Mack: WHAT?!?!?! NO!! IS THAT WHAT MIRAGE HAD IN HIS PANTS THAT KAST TOOK!??!? Kast laughs loudly now, pulling himself to his feet. Drenched in sweat and blood, he staggers to the ladder. He straightens it as Kamura attempts to summon someone from the back to come release Ichiro from the bottom rope. Kast ascends the ladder as the fans boo mercilessly as he finally makes it to the top. He looks at the fans and then to the title. He reaches up...and unbuckles the belt from the loop. The boos grow LOUD as the bell rings! Robert Mack: NO!!! Eryk Masters: YES!!! Samantha Coil: Your winner...AND NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... Ichiro seems to suddenly stir slightly when he hears those damning words. Samantha Coil: KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!! Kast stands on the second rung of the ladder, clutching the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship in his hands. Kast looks down at Kamura and Ichiro and suddenly...this strange elation hits him. He hears "LAX" by Xzibit playing loudly in SafeCo Field and a childlike laugh hits him. He drops from the ladder and stands there, holding the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship in front of him. He stares at it for countless seconds, his face contorted. He falls to his knees as the fans boo around him, and as Ichiro remains cuffed to the bottom rope, and becomes oblivious to all around him. Robert Mack: DAMN IT. He could have possibly beaten Ichiro fairly...respectably...but the bastard HAD to cheat! He HAD to stoop to a new low! That son of a bitch! Eryk Masters: Seriously, Mack, shut up, dude. This is his moment. Fuck. Kast's eyes well up with tears as he embraces the title, sitting back on his knees. He looks over the booing fans and doesn't even care that they boo. He stands up and holds his newly won SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship high in his left hand for all to see, the flashbulbs still going off. He stares right at the camera, tears, sweat, and blood dripping from his face. Slowly...a smirk crawls across his face. Then...a full on grin. Eryk Masters: A new day is dawning here in the SHOOT Project...and I am DAMN proud to be led into the future by THAT man! Take a good look, fans, THAT is your NEW World Heavyweight CHAMPION! "Triad" by Tool begins to play, the official theme of Reckoning Day as Kast maintains his grin, holding the belt high over his head. Robert Mack: We hope you enjoyed the show, fans! This is Robert Mack for Eryk Masters saying GOODNIGHT...from RECKONING DAY!!! The camera fades to black to the credits rolling, with "Triad" by Tool playing. |