Revolution: Reckoning Day Pre-Show

Dave Dymond: That was an interview that our internet guru Scott Richardson had with Donovan King earlier today as a feature on the SHOOT Project forums called RECKONING DAY FESTIVITIES!  There we have all kinds of neat information on tonight’s show, so if you’re watching us online, check it out and join in the fun!  But, OG, talk to me about Cade Sydal and Donovan King and just what we’re going to see tonight.

Other Guy: For over six months these boys have not been able to get away from each other and tonight it might very well END.  Two out of three falls, PURE WRESTLING RULES.  If any time Donovan King wanted to make a name for himself, cement himself in SHOOT Project history, this would be the match to do it, Dave.

Dave Dymond: But CAN HE do it?  That’s the question.  Pure wrestling rules is Cade Sydal’s speciality.  He’s regarded as one of, it not THE VERY BEST pure wrestler in the business today.  Can Donovan King hang in this type of environment?  We know the kid can brawl.  We know, quite frankly, that he’s as dangerous a man you’ll meet.  He’s put his last three opponents into the hospital, including OutKast, the Real Deal and just recently, Dan Stein, who of course, WILL be defending his Iron Fist title this evening against Kenji Yamada and Azraith DeMitri.  (Continuing his prior train of thought) CAN Donovan King outWRESTLE Sydal, though?

Other Guy: Well he was trained by the man that put Cade on the map to begin with, so I’m gonna go ahead and say that I ABSOLUTELY think DK can hang and I think he can win, Dave.

Dave Dymond: Of course all we can do is speculate at this time, but folks don’t be left speculating the entire night.  VISIT SHOOT PROJECT DOT COM and ORDER TONIGHT’S PAY-PER-VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA!

Other Guy: Oh shit...

The cameras pick up on an approaching “BIG” ED JOHNSON who draws a chorus of boos.  He is on his way to join Dave and OG.  Neither man seems to be happy he's there, but in true-blue professional form, both men try to keep their cool, and roll with the punches.

Dave Dymond: Folks, this next match is going to to be nothing short of Intense.

Other Guy:  That's right.  Not only do we have the explosively fun, mega-hyper, NC-17, but the man that everybody seemingly is beginning to love to hate, the powerhouse of a masked man, Gutter Rat.   We're joined here at ringside, once again, by the manager of Gutter Rat, one Ed Johnson, and may I say, that instead of hiring all this new 'talent' we have been lately, maybe we should be looking into beefing up announcer security a little.

Ed Johnson:  'Gentlemen' thank you for that warm, warm, reception, as always, you seem to be on the top of your game tonight.  I, am not out here to interrupt that, but instead, wanted to have the best seat in the house.  Granted, this may only be the pre-show, but I personally went out and created, from scratch, something that the members of SHOOT have never seen before.

Dave Dymond:  I'm not sure I'm following you Ed?

Ed Johnson: You'll see...  You'll see...

Other Guy:  At ANY rate, it's Reckoning Day for SOMEONE, this is where dreams come true Dave,  NC-17 has his chance to place his name in lights if he can pull off the  victory tonight when he squares off against a very angry Gutter Rat.

Ed Johnson:  Gutter Rat is going to paint the mat red with the blood of NC-17!   That kid was on-air every time I turned around this week, hyping himself up for this match.  Sad to call it a waste of time, but the little fella does not know when to stop talking and tonight is the night that he is shut up.

Other Guy:  Well Ed, you're entitled to your own BIASED opinion, BUT, some people are saying the same about you.

Ed Johnson:  Am I the only voice of reason in this whole promotion? You both must realise that NC-17 isnít coming out of this match with the win.

Dave Dymond: I think since his return, that NC-17 has proved that he is capable of stepping up to the challenge.

Other Guy:  And so what if he brags a lot?  He's entitled.  Have you seen the valet he's got?

Ed Johnson: Bah, THAT doesn't matter.  Itís simple, tonight will be NC-17's Reckoning.  Gutter Rat will run straight over him.

Samantha Coil makes her way from her seat at ringside and approaches the ring, climbing the stairs and into the square.  She looks as stunning as ever, as she has her usual microphone in hand as she steps into the middle to address the fans in attendance.  She waits for the crowd to settle down,  and places the microphone to her mouth.

Samantha Coil:  This match is scheduled for one fall and has a Fifteen minute-time limit.  Making his way down to the ring, hailing from Gary Indiana, being led to the ring by Barbie Kellers,  he weighs in at two-hundred and thirty-four pounds, and stands at a height of six-two,  He is the ëCream of Extremeí, NC-17!!!

ëFever for the Flavaí by Hot Action Cop plays over the sound system as NC-17 makes his way down towards the ring, looking full of energy and ready for the match.  Barbie is showing off her man, as they make their way down, and the crowd cheers for them as NC-17 walks around the ring in the open air of War Memorial Stadium.  He takes a moment or two to slap a few hands, and actually sign a breast at ringside, giving the old 'Sssshhh' symbol to everyone watching, as Barbie enters the ring.  This action promotes a pretty nice *Pop* from the crowd, and you can hear the fans directly at ringside yelling "We won't tell her!" followed by a series of claps.   NC-17 laughs, looking like he's having a good chuckle with the crowd, giving them a quick theatrical bow.  He then rolls into the ring, and jumps around for a few moments, bouncing into the ropes, getting himself warmed up for this big match, as Barbie makes her way to the corner.

Samantha Coil: And, his opponent,

Ed Johnson:  This is gonna be good, I swear!

Samantha Coil: From Sin City, Standing at six-foot, eight-inches, weighing in at two-hundred, eighty five pounds, He is the Rat Bastard of SHOOT Project, Gutter Rat!

Dave Dymond:  What's going on here?

It's a question that's on everyones mind, as the lights flicker, then dim, then turn to black.

Other Guy: Oh great, we're about to get mugged!  Hey boss, about that security...

Several figures appear at the entrance ramp as monk chants come over the speakers.   Smoke begins to eminate over the rampway as what appears to be about sixteen men in robes, all pushing shopping carts to the ring, there's burning trash, giving a torch-like glow, as they step forward, lining up, two by two down the runway.

Dave Dymond: Are we still at the right card?

Other Guy: You have GOT to be kidding me...

Ed Johnson: What do you mean?  I spent money out of my OWN pocket to bring this to life, it is simply the most AMAZING entrance the wrestling ring has ever seen!!

Dave Dymond: You stole that from the Und...

Ed Johnson:  Say it, go on ahead, I Dare you.

Other Guy:  Can we just get to the match already?

As they line up the rampway, the carts are aligned as rampway lighting.   Gutter Rat appears at the rampway, as the monks chanting is replaced by the Alternative Rock anthem mobSCENE.  The fans do boo, and loudly.  Seems the more exposure they get to the Rat Bastard, the more they feel he fits right in with Ed Johnson.  Gutter Rat lumbers down the longer than normal runway,  staring in the ring at NC-17 all the while, as the monks are escorted OFF the arena premises.   NC-17 doesn't seem to mind though, and the kid is laughing.  The psyche-out has failed. 

Dave Dymond: Well Johnson, nice work you've done on your guy there, he went from being a nobody, to somebody almost as repulsive as yourself..

Ed Johnson:  Sir, some people just donít admire real talent when they see it.  For example, me, women should know that I am the best guy around, yet many opt to choose some other loser instead.

Other Guy: Maybe that means that your not the best guy around then.

Gutter Rat pulls himself up to the ring, as the referee, Austin Linam, calls for the bell.   Wasting no time, NC-17 is off the ropes to his back, and comes flying across the ring, causing Gutter Rat to jump backwards, back to the floor.  NC-17 points and laughs, taunting the Rat Bastard, who slaps the mat out of fustration, with both hands.  The fans cheer the move, and Barbie smiles real big, and claps from their corner.

Ed Johnson: Like I said, the fans around here apparantly donít know real talent at all.

Other Guy: Just keep quiet, I amtired of being bothered by what you think.

The slapping of the mat in fustration was exactly the moment that NC-17 was waiting for, as he pulls the top rope back, and uses it to propel him over the top rope, through the air, and crashing down on Gutter Rat.  The crowd cheers some, and Linam shakes his head, beginning the count again.  NC-17 gets to his feet, leaning up against the pictured barrier, trying to catch his breath, and not get mobbed by the front row atendees.  As Gutter Rat slowly gets to his feet, NC-17 tgrabs him by the arm, trying to whip the bigger man into the corner steps.  But with sheer strength, Gutter Rat stops it.  Again NC-17 tries, again it is stopped.  Gutter Rat jerks his arm back, and goes for a powerfull clothesline swing, but NC-17 ducks under it, and as Gutter Rat turns around, gets poked in the masked eye for his hroubles, illiciting a laugh from the crowd.   NC-17 slides back into the ring, and a berated, half blinded Gutter Rat manages to pull himseld in under the botton rope.

Other Guy: Everything ok over there Ed?  You got awfully quiet.

Ed Johnson: Hmmmph..  I'm fine.

Dave Dymond: NC-17 back on the attack!

Gutter Rat lunges first but NC-17 moves and kicks the Rat Bastard while he is on the mat, before moving back to find another opening.  Gutter Rat quickly makes it back too his feet, shrugging of the kick from NC-17.  Once again the thinking NC-17 goes for the legs of Gutter Rat who manages to grab ahold, taking him down, half tackling him to the mat.  Gutter Rat quickly attacks NC-17 while he is down, hitting lefts and right to the back of his head which keep the ëCream of Extremeí pinned to the canvas, face down.  He stands up, still straddling him, and picks him up by his mohawk, and shoves him by the back of the head into one of the corners.  NC-17ís head bounces of the padding as he falls backwards onto the canvas.  Gutter Rat slowly walks over to him, and drops a falling fist right onto the skull of NC-17, who rolls around clutching onto his head, causing a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Ed Johnson: I told you that Gutter Rat would have things sorted for himself in this match, he is taking it to a whole new level.

Dave Dymond:  Donít get your hopes up yet Johnson, the match has barely begun, and your already declaring Gutter Rat the winner.

Gutter Rat stomps on the chest of NC-17 and repeats this vicious attack five times before retreating and taking a good look at his fallen opponent.  NC-17 tries to get to his feet, but Gutter Rat moves quickly back over too him, and whips him straight into the ropes, NC-17 bounces back and Gutter Rat connects with a big boot straight to the right side of NC-17ís face, which sends him straight to the ground.

Dave Dymond:  Ouch! NC-17 is going to have to get into this match, or your prediction may be right.

Ed Johnson:  I am always right, and the two of you know it.

Other Guy:  Actually I donít Ed, it seems to me I know of instances, a lot of them since you arrived, where you have been wrong.  But to save your embarrassments I'll not go into them.

Gutter Rat carries on with his calculated assault by stomping on the prone body of NC-17, who is suffering from the series of attacks that have engulfed the start of this match.  Gutter Rat picks up the groggy man, and hits him with a strong left hook, which sends the younger wrestler to the mat in a heap again.

Dave Dymond:  That left hook must have shattered his jaw!

Gutter Rat drops for the cover slowly, as the Austin dives down and begins to count, One... Two...

Other Guy: Kick Out by NC-17!!

He does kick out.  Gutter Rat stands up after the pin attempt and begins to antagonise the crowd who are now trying to motivate NC-17 to get back too his feet.   He manages to get to his knees,  and Gutter Rat turns around and walks straight into a punch to the gut.  He's hit again with another right into the gut which staggers Gutter Rat back a bit.  NC-17, for the third time, catches his opponent with a right to the gut, and he quickly gets too his feet and bounces into the opposite ropes, bouncing off them and hitting a flying cross body, landing straight into the arms of Gutter Rat, who falls backwards with NC-17 getting the pin attempt. One... Kick Out! NC-17 gets to his feet, while Gutter Rat sits up.  Before he can get too his feet, NC-17 dropkicks Gutter Rat in the face which sends him flat back onto the mat clutching his nose.

Other Guy:  NC-17 is grabbing any offense he can at the moment, trying to bring himself back into this match.

Quickly, he pulls the staggered Rat up to his feet, and whips him into the ropes, and before Gutter Rat can react,  NC-17 hits him with a drop toe hold which sends the Rat Bastard falling to the floor, with his face taking the brunt of the force.  Gutter Rat rolls around on the floor clutching his nose as NC-17 claps his hands to the crowd who are out in full force for Reckoning Day.  NC-17 bounces into the ropes and hits a quick ledrop onto the back of Gutter Ratís head, and hits it again which for the third time causes more damage too his nose.  NC-17 claps to the crowd once more before bouncing into the ropes and hitting a quick legdrop for the third time and for the fourth time that Gutter Ratsí nose is planted into the canvas.

Dave Dymond:  I think the nose of your client, Johnson, may be bust open after that series of moves by NC-17.

Ed Johnson:  Thatís just cheap.  Cheap and dirty, kind of like your suit, Dave.   He's just doing that, I think, trying to destroy the good looks of his opponent.

Other Guy:  I personally think that NC-17 is trying to win the match.

NC-17 lets his larger opponent get to his feet, but before Gutter Rat can do anything,  he's hit again at the back of the legs, with a chop block, which sends Gutter Rat onto his knees.  NC-17 then runs into the ropes, and hits a quick dropkick onto the back of  Gutter Rat's head.  NC-17 pounces him, locking the chin.   The referee is watching Gutter Rats hands for a tap, missing that NC-17 also has his arm pressed into the nose of Gutter Rat, causing more pain.  Linam goes to the canvas and checks on the status of Gutter Rat, who is trying to break the chin lock.  He begins to hit the arms of NC-17, forcing him to release the hold but not before the cocky young wrestler punches him in the back of the head.  He moves back, taking a theatrical bow, and allows Gutter Rat to get to his feet.  Both opponents look at each other, blood running from the nose of Gutter Rat.  The bigger man advances, and moves over to NC-17, to lock up with him, both men jostling for position.  After a minute or so of both competitors trying to get the upper hand,  it is Gutter Rat who comes out on top with a poke to the eye of NC-17,  and then a brutal clothesline which sends NC-17 spinning into the air, and onto the canvas, the force of which also sends Gutter Rat to the canvas.

Dave Dymond: That was brutal, he turned NC-17 inside out with that clothesline.

Ed Johnson:  Oh for Pete's sake, do I have to do this all by myself Again?

Dave Dymond: Um, bye Ed.

Other Guy: Thank Goodness for small favors.

Big Ed removes himseld from the table, and begins to almost swagger to the corner where Barbie Kellers is cheering on for NC-17 to get up.  The camera doesn't catch what he says, but the connotation is taken, as she reaches into her purse, and pulls out a spray, misting it into the eyes of Gutter Rats instigating little manager.

Big Ed:  Oh Jesus!!  Jesus Christ!!!

Dave Dymond: Hey!  You can't say that on television, Ed!  Take it like a man already!

Other Guy:  Something tells me he's going to be in the boardroom again this week, lesse, we got industrial sabatoge, sexual harrassment, and now fcc religious profanity.

Big Ed is rolling around on the ground, trying to gouge out his own eyes, but unfortunately for Kellers, Gutter Rat witnessed the attack, and he rolls out of the ring.  He starts to chase the manager around, as the referee begins to count.   She scrambles into the ring, and Gutter Rat grabs her shoe, just missing her leg.  He tosses the shoe into the crowd, as Barbie scrambles across the ring.  He follows her into the ring, but his tunnel-vision does him no favors.  He's caught by swift midsection kick coming from NC-17, and as he bends to the blow, neck and legs are grappled and the men tuck and roll.  NC-17 cinches the hold for all he's worth, but produces a free arm, and begins spanking the Rat Bastard in the middle of the ring, in front of the sold-out crowd.

Dave Dymond: NC-17, making his point, you'd better not mess with Barbie!

Other Guy:  HaHa, This is much more fun than spanking a monkey!

Austin drops quickly to the mat, One... Two...  But the mockery seems to have enraged the Rat, as he powers out of the hold.  Both men gets to their feet, and boos begin to reign around the crowd.  Gutter Rat seems to shrug them off and charhes out of nowhere with a spear, the two men colliding like two trains headed the opposite direction upon the same track.  Slowly, Gutter Rat crawls on top of NC-17, and lefts up his head while punching him in the face with his left hand.  Linum tells Gutter Rat to quit with the attack and Gutter Rat moves off, slowly picking up his opponent and lifting him up with a bearhug around the waist, throwing him down to the mat with a spinebuster, which crumples the neck and back of NC-17, as he hits the canvas.  Gutter Rat looks at the state that NC-17 is in; he walks over to him and picks up his limp body before throwing him out of the ring and to the floor below.

Dave Dymond: Gutter Rat definitely has the upper hand now, NC-17 is just a mess.

Other Guy: I have to say that NC-17 doesnít look in a good state at the moment, but we saw earlier that he is totally capable of fighting back.

Gutter Rat looks over at his fallen Manager, still writhing and clutching his eyes, and shakes his head.  He then picks up NC-17 and rolls him back into the ring quickly, going for the cover, One... Two..  Another Kick Out!  NC-17 just manages to get an arm up,  before Austin can count to three.  Gutter Rat gets back to his feet, and picks up NC-17, who grasps some energy to punch Gutter Rat in the mid sections, and to repeat the action with his other fist. Again, Gutter Rat stumbles back, caught of guard by the attack.  NC-17 holds onto the ropes, gathering his composure, before climbing to the top turnbuckle.  He stands, still trying to gather his composure after the assault before, but without any more hesitation, he jumps of the ropes and hits a spinning wheel kick onto Gutter Rat, which seemingly connects with his nose, and Gutter Rat falls to the mat, clutching onto his bloody nose again.

Other Guy: I told you that NC-17 is capable of fighting back

The young wrestler gets to his feet, but once again, he has to stop momentarily to gather his composure, he then walks over to his opponent and picks him up hitting him with forearm after forearm which sends Gutter Rat backwards into the ropes.  NC-17 hooks the Big Mans arms around the ropes and lifts an arm to the crowd before taking six steps back and running driving his elbow into the face of Gutter Rat, leaving him in more of a bloody mess.  The Monsters' arms are still tangled up, and NC-17 takes another six steps back before hitting a running clothesline onto his opponent which sends both out of the ring and onto the floor below.  NC-17 picking up steam, is first to his feet, and helps Gutter Rat up, right before whipping him into the ring apron, Gutter Rats back smashing against the side. 

Dave Dymond:  It ain't the size of the dog in the fight man, I'll give ya that.

NC-17 hoists his opponent back into the ring, but stays outside of the ring and begins high-five-ing the fans around the ring before rolling into the ring.  Gutter Rat is still down in the ring, still suffering from the beating he has just received.  NC-17 drags him up, and into the ropes, then whipping the big man. As Gutter Rat comes back, he stops a flying clothesline with a well placed boot.  NC-17 falls to the canvas holding onto his ribs. Gutter Rat falls backward and to the mat.  Johnson, blotch-eyed, and teary at ringside, is to his feet, and slapping the mat.  The referee begins to count them both as Gutter Rat and NC-17 both lay on the canvas. The count gets to six before Gutter Rat gets too his feet, he stumbles over to NC-17 and picks him up.  The masked wrestler's nose is still running with blood, his partially concealed face, a state, with dried up blood.  Gutter Rat hooks NC-17 up and hits a DDT, which sends NC-17 to the mat.  The fans begins to boo him again but Gutter Rat doesnít seem bothered, as he drags NC-17 back to his feet, he lifts him up, and whips him to the buckles, crumpling NC-17ís head, neck and back onto the unforgiving padding.

Other Guy: My God, that was devastating.

Dave Dymond: It sure was.

Gutter Rat scoops up the limp body of NC-17, and picks him up over his shoulders, and throws him back into the corner, NC-17ís body bouncing off and falling to the floor.

Dave Dymond:  That was just un-called for.

Gutter Rat drags NC-17 into the middle of the ring and covers him, the referee begins counting, One... Two... Kick Out! Nearly a 3 count, NC-17 just manages to get his arm up.  Gutter Rat becomes frustrated, and pushes the referee,  who in turn pushes Gutter Rat back.  Gutter Rat shakes his head, and returns back to NC-17, and as he leans over to pick up him up, NC-17 kicks him, and Gutter Rat stumbles back into the referee catching him with his elbow which then sends the Linum to the mat.  Gutter Rat looks around, and realises what he has done, and then turns back to NC-17, who is trying to get up, Gutter Rat walks towards him but is caught by the left boot of NC-17 which catches him in the stomach.  Then with all the energy that he has left,  manages a swinging neckbreaker, leaving both men out on the canvas.

Dave Dymond: The referee went down!  The wrestlers are down!

Other Guy: And time is running out!

NC-17 gets to his feet first, followed by Gutter Rat, but the younger wrestler hits him with a forearm before grabbing his hand and climbing to the top buckle, he pulls Gutter Rat forward, and signals for his leg-drop bulldog.   He hits the move which sends Gutter Ratís head crashing into the canvas.  He covers, and the crowd counts, One... Two... Three...  Four...  Five...  Realizing there's still no count, NC-17 gets to his feet, and walks over to the referee, checking on him but he can get no response from the fallen official.  At this point, the name 'NC-17' is chanted around and he looks over at Gutter Rat on the mat who is trying to get to his feet.

Dave Dymond: Gutter Rat is truing to get up from that incredible move! Heís actually moving after it.

Gutter Rat gets to his feet, but is seemingly very dizzy and has to grab onto the ropes to hold himself up.  NC-17 notices G.R. stood up, and walks over to him but Gutter Rat, while holding onto the ropes kicks in the stomach and signals for his chokeslam, really aggrivating the crowd, as Ed Johnson slides himself into the ring, pulling a pair of what appears to be brass knuckles out of his pocket.  Gutter Rat sets up NC-17 for the chokeslam, while Big Ed taunts him with the knuckles.  Quick thinking, NC-17 grabs the knuckles out of Johnsons hand, and swings up, connecting with Gutter Rats head, sending him crashing to the mat like he'd just fallen from the sky.

Dave Dymond:  Did you see that?   Did you see that??

Other Guy:  What a great sense of awareness by NC-17!!!

Back in the ring, Big Ed puts his hands up, he begs for mercy, but as quick as it starts, it ends, as NC-17 whips the tubby lil guy into the corner.  He hits it with a Thud, and falls to his ass.  The crowd knows whats' coming, and begin to cheer, as with his free hand, he reaches into his tights, he almost giggles as he pulls out a long stretched condom out, waving it into a circle in the air, before tossing it into the crowd.  The dramatic effect works, as the crowd seems to love it, and the arena actually errupts as he runs into the corner, hoping up and down on Ed Johnson with a VERY enthusiastic bronco buster.

Dave Dymond:  Ed Johnson just got to receive, first-hand, the Bareback Rider!!!

Other Guy:  Finally we get some justice around here!  Looks like Ed Johnson just got 'Broke-backed'!!

Austin Linam, not to his feet, but to his knees calls for the bell, as the fans start to stir with confusion.

Dave Dymond: What in the hell just happened?

Samantha Coil:  Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, as result of a Disqualification, Gutter Rat!

Dave Dymond:  Disqualification?  What??

Other Guy:  He's still got the Knuckles on, Dave!

Dave Dymond:  But those are Ed Johnsons!!!

Other Guy:  Too bad we don't rely on instant replay like the NFL, Dave.

NC-17 looks around, wondering what to do.  He walks over to Linam, who is slowly getting back to his feet, and looks at Gutter Rat who is rolling out of the ring, and making his way to the back with Ed Johnson, limping his way behind. NC-17 looks at the referee who seems confused, and back at the men realizing they've won, and getting a chuckle out of it, backing up the ramp.

Dave Dymond:  This is a Total travesty!

Other Guy:  They say that Reckoning day is the time that all feuds come to an end Dave, but if you ask me, it looks like this just might be the beginning!

The table is set, a long wooden one with four microphones stragetically set in place. The banner behind the table reads: SHOOT Project presents - Reckoning Day. The podium is in place, all of the reporters with their multitude of questions are seated eagerly awaiting the arrival of a SHOOT project superstar...any superstar.

Finally after what seems like hours, Eryk Masters, strides to the podium.

Eryk Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to thank you all for coming to the Reckoning Day press conference. Sorry for the slight delay, we were experiencing some techinical difficulties but things are back on schedule now.

The first superstar I'd like to introduce is a former SHOOT world champion and Hall of Famer. Tonight he faces off with Sammy Rochester in a three on one handicap match.

Let me introduce to you...Christopher Davis.

A small round of applause is heard in the room as Davis makes his way to the table. He sets himself down in front of one of the microphones, opening a bottle of water in front of him.

Immediately the hands begin to shoot up from the gallery of reporters in the room. A small faced, pudgy man is the first to speak.

Pudgy: Bill Hammond from WrestleSpeak Magazine. Mr. Davis, tonight you step into the ring with a bona fide monster. We are all familiar with what you have done in your career, but don't you think that you may have taken on more than even YOU can handle tonight? I know you have your friends there to help you but...Sammy Rochester is a true beast.

Chris shakes his head, he begins to smile. Before he can open his mouth to speak, Angel enters the room and sits down to the left of Chris, Christian sits down to the right.

Christopher Davis: Sammy Rochester is a beast, he is a monster. There is no denying those words. The man has run through everything and everyone here in SHOOT. He has terrorized pretty much all that he sees. He even had the audacity to put his hands on one of MY friends.

Have I bit off more than I can chew? Probably. Won't be the first time and probably won't be the last. The thing is though, I'm here...we're here and we have a job to do and it will get done.

Simple.

A shapely, dark haired woman stands up this time. Her blue eyes, a stark contrast to her hair. Her voice silky and smooth with a hint of southern twang.

"Ann Marshall from USA today..."

Chris nods his head.

Ann Marshall: At Malice you were in a match for the world title. Now, here you are in a match against Sammy Rochester. In your opinion, do you feel you have become the forgotten man in the world title scene?

Christopher Davis: THAT is an excellent question Ms. Marshall. Do I feel I have become a forgotten man? I believe a question like that would be better suited for Scott Richardson as he on more than one occasion has called me irrelevant here in SHOOT.

As for what I believe...I don't know. Since Malice I've been sort of apathetic. I kind of wanted to go out and do my own thing, find my own way. I haven't really WANTED to be around the world title scene to be honest. I was having fun doing what I do, answering to myself. I was enjoying going around righting wrongs here in SHOOT.

But apparently that wasn't good enough so I had to pick a direction. I had to pick something to focus on. The day I saw Vincent and Jonny in the ring together I knew what I had to do.

Wait, let me take that back. It was after hearing Scott Richardson call me irrelevant for the second time THEN seeing Jonny and Vincent that sent me on the path I'm on now. I guess in a sense if anyone wants someone to blame Sammy's beating on they should probably go see Scott.

Chris smirks.

Listen, ladies and gents, we have other things to tend to tonight so we're gonna go now.

The three men rise from their seats, the pause as flashbulbs go off from every corner of the room. They then make their departure.

A board room table fills the camera as we break away from the Reckoning Day pre show action. The table is huge, with many seats along each side. On the table is a pitcher of iced water and a couple of tumblers. As the camera searches the area, it becomes clear that a figure is sat at the far end of the table. That figure is Jack Heart... Jack, the younger Heart brother, is wearing a slick black suit, a crisp white shirt, black tie and a dark trillby hat. His lips forming more of a smirk than a smile. His eyes focused on the camera just like a hawk waiting for its pray.

Jack Heart: "How do I begin, how do I put this into words. My brother, my big brother the man who claims he was trying to protect me. How can I put this emotion, this anger into words that everyone in the company can understand them? Crush did you really think that keeping this from me would help? Did you really think in that big empty skull of yours that this was the right decision? A decision that wasn't yours to make!"

Jack lifts one of the tumblers of water towards his mouth. He takes a sip of the icy cold water before placing the glass back down on the table. He gulps down the water before returning his gaze back towards the camera. His eyes now brimming with emotion.

Jack Heart: "So, what is it that Crush was keeping from me? Hmm, what was my great protector doing for me? He was keeping from me something that was so important so precious that it was ok that I took beatings from my father. All because Crush made a decision, a big decision that he had no right to make! For eighteen years of my life I lived a fucking lie! Every day of my life was hell, I had my nose broken, my cheek shattered and both my arms in slings and for what? For nothing! Yeah this is a sob story and you are all going to listen because this all happened to me because of one man. Crush, you could have just told me and I could have escaped that life!"

Jack sweeps his arm across the table, knocking the tumbler against the wall and sending the pitcher smashing onto the floor. Jack stands, his hands slamming against the table. His hat just managing to stay on his head as his anger bubbles over

Jack Heart: "The man beating the fucking shit out of me wasn't even my father! That wasn't my family for eighteen years I was living in the house of strangers. Because you didn't have the balls to just tell me the truth, I'm not you we might share a father but I am not you! I can handle the truth face on, I welcome the truth it's what keeps the air going into my lungs and it keeps my blood pumping around my body. I HAVE NO PAST BECAUSE OF YOU. I WILL. GET. MY. REVENGE."

As Jack shouts the final words, he throws his hat across the table and slams his hands back to the wooden surface. His emotions bubbling over, showing just what he has been holding in for weeks as the scene fades away.

We return back to side with Dave Dymond and Other Guy as the festivities continue!

Dave Dymond: Jack Heart certainly primed for his contest with Crush Heart...  that of course coming up later in the program, but what about what we heard from Chris Davis in a press conference he gave earlier today.

Other Guy: The cat was lost for a while, but he seems to have found a renewed flame after watching some of the shit both Vincent Mallows and The DEFILER, Jonny Johnson have pulled over the last couple months.  He of course, will try to exercise some of that anger TONIGHT on the MONSTER Sammy Rochester.

Dave Dymond: Which will be a THREE ON ONE HANDICAPPED affair as Davis will find himself joined by two men whom he considers FAMILY of his own, Angel and Christian!  Sammy is at a strange disadvantage, but one he does not seem to be afraid of.

Other Guy: Sammy aint backin’ down from shit and that’s maybe the dude’s scariest quality.  He has NO regard for his or ANY life, and he sure as hell won’t be backing down.

Dave Dymond: And what about the way Revolution Thirty Two ended last weekend with Chris Davis and Jonny Johnson landing the WE FUCKED YOUR BACK UP on Adrian Corazon.  Does that play a part in this contest you think, OG?

Other Guy: Ya never know man, and I know I SURE AS FUCK aren’t exactly sure what’s going on with that situation but it could make for some intriguing storylines for any budding wrestling journalists.  The Family and Jonny are very tight, but here’s Jonny apparently enlisting the aid of Christopher Davis, who is in a heated war with those dudes...  and you have the recipe for intriguing drama.  No idea why, but kinda enjoying the intensity it brings.

Dave Dymond: Well folks, it’s not too late to order tonight’s show.  Eight incredible contests...  All the titles on the line, drama, EVERYTHING you could hope for in a wrestling event, and it’s ONLY TWENTY DOLLARS!  Please visit SHOOT Project dot com now and BUY THIS SHOW!

Other Guy: And for the shit we might not get to, you can visit the RECKONING DAY link at the site to find out all the matches going down tonight, and then hop over to the FESTIVITIES section on our forums and leave some predictions and shit!  The dude or girl who predict the most correct contests will be given the opportunity to BOOK THE MATCH OF THEIR CHOOSING!  And it can be ANYTHING!  So check those things out when you get a chance!

Dave Dymond: Still a lot more to come tonight, though so stick around!

Roland Caldwell walks through the backstage area and Eryk Masters walks up to him with a microphone.

Eryk Masters Roland!  Care to say something about your match tonight with Eli Storm?

Roland stops and smirks at Eryk.

Roland Caldwell Eryk Masters.  Well I never.  Remember that time I dropped you on your head off of the ladder in our Rising Star Title Match?

Masters looks puzzled.

Eryk Masters No…

Roland Caldwell Didn’t think so.  And as far as your question goes, I have absolutely nothing left to add.  Tonight’s match will be no five star classic.  Tonight’s match will be a disaster.  It will be brutal.  It will be dull.  Why?  Because Eli Storm is dead weight.  And after what I do to him tonight, no one will book him.  No one hire him.  The only thing he’ll be worth is as an organ donor.  But even those will disappoint, just like their current master.

Roland pushes past Eryk Masters and on his way.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva plays abruptly, which brings the attention of the fans towards the entryway as the focus shifts back to the ring area.  It isn’t long before Edward Raymond steps out wearing a painter’s smock and a black beret.

Dave Dymond: What on earth?

Other Guy: I think the creative genius has officially lost it. Too many hours thinkin’ up too many things.

The fans buzz with curiosity as Raymond heads down to the ring.  Samantha Coil stands there holding a microphone as Raymond approaches.

Samantha Coil: At this time please welcome the self-proclaimed creative genius… Edward Raymond!!!

Raymond walks up the steel stairs and steps through the middle and top rope. He nods cordially at Samantha before asking for the microphone.  Samantha Coil hands it off to him and then takes her leave of the ring.  The music continues to play for a moment but finally Raymond motions for it to cut.  Some of the fans boo Raymond’s presence, though there are some that cheer.  Raymond looks out at the crowd for a moment, then at his garb, then out to the crowd again.

Edward Raymond: Right now there are probably TWO questions on each and everyone’s mind.  The first one being why this get up.

Raymond points to the smock and the beret.

Edward Raymond: And the second and more important question being, what in god’s name is the Ultimate Survival match.

The fans pop, voicing their want to know the answer to the second question.

Dave Dymond: I myself am curious about both those things, more so the Ultimate Survival Match.

Other Guy: Well then shut up so we don’t miss it!

Raymond gives the crowd a moment to settle back in and then he continues on.

Edward Raymond: Well the two questions go hand in hand.  Because you see I’m wearing this get up to represent that not only am I THE creative genius of professional wrestling, but I am also an artist.  Some artists use paint; others do sketches, me I am a certified MATCH artist.

Raymond nods with an arrogant grin across his face.

Edward Raymond: Throughout my career I have been the creator of several historical and memory making matches, and well… tonight, I am about to unveil my masterpiece.  A match only fitting for the SHOOT Project, a match so perfect for the kind of brutality that comes along with the Laws of Survival Championship, and a match so big, it could only happen at the BIGGEST Pay Per View in SHOOT Project.

Dave Dymond: Just get on with it already!

Other Guy: Wow, got ants in the pants there, Dave?

Raymond motions up to the SHOOT video screen and it flickers to life with a digitalized image of a wrestling ring, and the arena seats surrounding it.

Edward Raymond: So right now I’ll paint my masterpiece for you. I’ll paint it right before your very eyes. First we have our canvas, the wrestling ring.  Next, you surround the ring, and it’s immediate area with a completely enclosed cell.

The image on the screen changes.  We see a cell surrounding the ring and some floor space on each of the four sides of the ring.

Edward Raymond: That cell is THIRTY feet high from floor to ceiling, and is Thirty Five feet wide and Thirty Five feet long.  But it doesn’t stop there.  Then we add a second cage.  A fifteen foot high steel cage to be exact that tightly hugs the edge of the ring.

Raymond waits as the image changes again. Now seen is a cage within a cell. The cage connects to the edge of the ring on all four sides.

Edward Raymond: That cage has no doors. The only way in and out of that cage is by climbing it.  The cages represent the Law of Confinement.  Now, in each corner of the ring two straps will be tied to each corner post.

The leather straps appear on the image on the SHOOT video screen.

Edward Raymond: The straps are a way of holding your opponents at bay.  Strap in both hands, and they’re going to have one HELL of a time trying to break free.  Those straps in turn represent the Law of Punishment.  And why would you want to strap your opponents to the corner, rendering them immobile?  Because From there we’ll go ahead and place a ladder in the center of the ring.

Raymond points to the screen again, and a ladder appears in the ring.

Edward Raymond: This ladder will remain stationary in the ring and hanging above it from a chain dropping down from the top of the cell, will be the Laws of Survival Championship Title!

On the screen a CGI visual of the Laws of Survival Championship hanging down over the ladder appears.

Edward Raymond: That ladder and the title hanging overhead represents the Law of Gravity. Now getting to that ladder is not going to be easy.  We add a new element.  A six foot wide, six foot long, ten feet high barbed wire entwined mess of a structure will surround that ladder!

The fans buzz with shock as the image appears on the screen.  Strands of barbed wire run in every which direction including wrapping around the six foot by six foot area around the ladder!

Dave Dymond: What in god’s name… that is just monstrous!

Raymond lets the reaction die down before continuing.

Edward Raymond: Genius I know. Within that entwined mess is approximately one hundred yards of barbed wire. Running length wise, width wise, height wise, on diagonals.  So getting to that ladder means you have no choice but to put yourself through a considerable amount of physical pain. That barbed wire of course represents the Law of Blood!

Other Guy: Raymond is a sick sick man, Dave, but I gotta admit, this is sounding intense and I kinda like it.

Dave Dymond: This match up will be hell and then some for the four men stepping into this creation, that’s for sure.
Raymond points to the screen with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Edward Raymond: There you witness it.  One door on the outside cell.  When all four men are inside, that door will be permanently locked!  At this point in time you only have TWO routes to victory.  Brave it all is option one. Brave it all and put your body through the hell of working your way through the barbed wire in order to climb the ladder and retrieve the Laws of Survival Championship… or option two, outlast and survive your other three opponents.

And how do you do that?  In this match if you are pinned or made to tap out twice, you are eliminated.  Two falls equals your removal from the Ultimate Survival match and that ruling represents the Law of Endurance.  And to wrap it all up in a nice neat little package, those falls can happen anywhere within that structure. Outside of the ring, inside of the ring, within the tangled mess of barbed wire, and that in turn represents the sixth law of this match, the Law of Pursuit.

Now Raymond just gazes at the image on the screen, the fans buzzing about everything they were just told.

Edward Raymond: Like I said, it is without a doubt my masterpiece.  My grand contribution to the BIGGEST Pay Per View in professional wrestling, Reckoning Day!  But for Trevor Worrens, Osbourne Kilminster, Jester Smiles, and Ron Barker… my dream that has come to life, will be their nightmare.
And trust me… I know these things.

Raymond flashes his grin once more as “Ladies and Gentlemen” begins to play again.  Raymond leaves the ring, while the image of the Ultimate Survival Match remains on the SHOOT video screen. Raymond looks up at it, nods his head, and then disappears behind the back curtain.

The scene fades in to the break room. We see CBP sitting in front of a drumset with "TRES BIEN" on the bass drum. He does not look like the usual CBP. He has a on a black choker with silver spikes, a wig with blonde and blue highlights, a sleeveless black vest with little kitten skulls all over it. Along with that, he wears tight black pants. He sits in front of a monitor, drumming out a rather sloppy and messy beat.

“OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!  OH MY GOD!”

CBP is startled by a screeching trio of OMGs and turns around to see an unexpected sight...

A tall, gangly clown decked in TRES BIEN paraphernalia.

A SEVEN-FOOT Clown to be exact.

RUFIO, the Seven-Foot Clown.

Rufio the Seven-Foot Clown: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!  OH MY GOD!!  You’re...  YOU’RE THE DRUMMER FOR MY FAVORITE BAND!!! OOOOOOH MY GOD!!! THIS IS FRIGGIN’ HUGE!  BAMALAMA!

Rufio moves further into the room and starts jumping up and down flapping his hands with excitement.

CBP: AHH! CLOWN!!

CBP falls over, knocking his drum kit all over the place. He digs in his pocket and pulls out, oddly enough, a little clown squeeky toy.

CBP: GET HIM BIPO!!

CBP throws 'Bipo' at Rufio. It bounces harmlessly off his chest. CBP gets off, dusts himself off, and extends his hand to the large clown, as if nothing had happened.

CBP: Charles Bryant Penze, at your service. I'm the Drummer for TRES BIEN!

Rufio also does not acknowledge having a toy thrown at him and immediately pulls out a TRES BIEN CD (which seems improbable) holding it out for CBP!

Rufio the Seven-Foot Clown: Oh could you sign this for me!  PLEASE!  PLLLLEEEEEASE!!! OOOOH MY GODDDDDD!!!

CBP: SURE!

CBP pulls out a sharpie and walks behind Rufio. The camera pans over to reveal a gigantic "THIS". He signs CBP on it and turns to Rufio.

CBP: There you go!

Rufio jumps more and holds at his face like a teary-eyed fan boy!

Rufio the Seven-Foot Clown: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!  (He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small camera) Can we PLEASE TAKE A PICTURE TOGETHER!!!???

CBP: SURE!

CBP walks over to Rufio and tries to put his hand around Rufio's shoulder, but, he's far too big, so CBP just wraps both arms around Rufio's waist, hugging him tightly. They both smile brightly for the camera, which is not Rufio's small camera, but an old school 1800's camera with a flash bulb.

CBP: Say Not Likely!

Rufio still smiles, but has a different idea...

Rufio the Seven-Foot Clown: Even Better!  Say...  FRIGGIN HUGE!!!

CBP: FRIGGIN HUGE!!

The FLASH goes off, and we see a SNAP SHOT image of CBP hugging Rufio!  The image draws back to reveal an entire polaroid picture (which, given the camera, is physically impossible) At the bottom of the picture in cursive writing it says...

“THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES!  Reckoning Day ’08”

 

A quick pan around the arena shows fans continuing to pile into their seats while the warm, Kahului sun pours down over everyone’s body.  Dave Dymond is laughing through the shot, as the cameras find several screaming, energetic SHOOT Project fans!

Dave Dymond: A Rufio the Seven-Foot Clown sighting...  OG, ALLLL the stars are out for tonight’s show aren’t they?

Other Guy: Dude’s always at the Big One’s isn’t he?  Goddamn Clown, man.  (Laughing) Goddamn Clown.

The camera continues to circle through the fans.

Dave Dymond: It’s about eighty degrees and GORGEOUS with temperatures only expected to drop into the upper SEVENTIES, OG, at the start of our Reckoning Day, pay-per-view broadcast.  No rain in sight!  It is going to be an AMAZING evening!

Other Guy: No shit man.  Great weather and a card that could very well go down as the single best wresting show of the MOTHER FUCKIN’ YEAR.  And that’s anywhere, Dave.  This could be legendary, dude.

The bell sounds and “Where is My Mind” by the Pixies starts to play through the outdoor stadium!  Tom Quinn and Jason Riley come out through the curtains of the large, square, gold plated entrance tunnel at the back of the stadium.  There’s a modest “BOOO” from people paying attention, but it’s barely audible on television.  The duo seems to be lacking any real energy, as though perhaps just going through the motions.  Riley brushes off a few fans who try to touch him, while Quinn stays far enough from the ends of the aisle for that to happen.

Samantha Coil: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and will be fought under a FIFTEEN MINUTE TIME LIMIT!  Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred, and sixty nine pounds...  Tom Quinn, Jason Riley...  ROGUE N’ RILEY!!!

Riley looks frustrated and slides into the ring, while Quinn takes his eye cold gaze up the steel steps and through the ropes for a more traditional entrance.

Dave Dymond: There is no doubt that Jason Johnson and his staff will be watching this contest very closely as they plan for the future of SHOOT Project’s tag team division.  Tom Quinn was hospitalized late Thursday night and this was after a blow-up that some of you may have seen on our website, WWW dot SHOOT PROJECT dot com.  To say the least, it really has not been a good few months for this talented, but troubled tandem.

Other Guy: These kids just can’t seem to put it together, and I’m not real sure where to place the blame?  Are they not getting enough chances?  Are they being held BACK by a guy like Jonny?  Or is this there shit to deal with?  I mean, not everyone gets dealt the best hand, man, but I feel like they have enough there to be doin’ way more than they’re doin’, Dave.

Referee Denis Helfin looks the duo, checking their navy blue boots and matching wrestling trunks to make sure they aren’t bringing anything illegal into the contest.  Quinn and Riley comply and then head into their corner once everything checks out clean.

“CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!” BOOM!  “CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!”

The crazy, clap happy opening of “Bell the CAT” by LM.C begins to play, offering a catchy little Japanese tune, but garnering as little heat as you can get.  Nonetheless, Maya and Shinya of TRES BIEN hop out from behind the curtain and begin enticing the crowd to clap along.  People actually start doing it, which draws a couple of irritated sighs from the disbelieving mouths of Quinn and Riley,

Granted, it isn’t A LOT of people, but enough to be irritating to guys like them.

Samantha Coil: And their opponents...  Coming in at a combined weight of three hundred, forty five pounds...  SHINYA, MAYA...  TRES BIEN!!!

Shinya and Maya gladly slap high fives with the fans as they prance down to the ring.  People continue to clap along, not seeming to care how weird the song is or how bizarre Tres Bien are.  They have bright colored streamers hanging from their bright colored knee and elbow pads, which dangle and dance along with the happy tandem.  The partners eventually make it into the ring, and check in with Helfin much the way their opponents did.

However, before they can finish, Quinn and Riley STORM AT THEM from behind with a couple of clubbering axe-handle smashes to the upper neck and back!  Helfin issues a warning, but Rogue and Riley ignore it, continuing their attack!  Shinya and Maya are kept down to the mat by a series of gang like kicks and strikes one after the other!  Quinn kicks Maya SO HARD that the CRACK sounds off across the entire stadium, and sends him rolling outside of the ring.

Dave Dymond: WHOA!  And we are underway before the bell even sounds!

“DING, DING, DING!”

Helfin calls for the opening bell, though continues to admonish Quinn and Riley for their behavior.  Riley offers a very crude, “FUCK OFF!” and picks Shinya off the mat!  He pushes him into the ropes and whips him toward the other end!  Riley leaps at his oncoming opponent, but Shinya ducks the spinning heel attack!  Quinn, though, follows with a super kick, but Shinya DUCKS THAT as well and continues his momentum toward the ropes!  He leaps and springboards off the middle rope, turning toward Quinn with a cross body attempt, but Quinn ducks...  and Shinya hits RILEY instead!  Riley down and Shinya hooks the leg!  Since nobody really established who the “legal” partner was for either team, Helfin drops down to make a count!

Other Guy: Oh nice little move from Shinya!

Dave Dymond: Helfin down for the count!

“ONE!”

“TW...”

Dave Dymond: Quinn from behind...!

Quinn goes to break it up, but Shinya rolls off Riley and Quinn accidentally strikes his own partner!  Frustrated, Tom gets back to his feet, not dwelling on the mishap!  He starts to turn around and it’s Shinya who attempts a super kick!  Quinn, though, catches Shinya’s leg!  He tries to push him off, but Shinya leaps and NAILS Quinn in the back of the skull with an enzugurai!  CRACK!  Quinn goes down after taking the sharp kick!!!  Shinya sees Riley getting up and charges!  Using Tom Quinn’s back as a launching pad, Shinya flips himself into the air at Riley!  It looks like a unique hurracanrana attempt at first, but Riley sniffs the move out and is able to use Shinya’s momentum against him as he spins around and DROPS HIM WITH A SIT OUT POWERBOMB!

Dave Dymond: Oh what a COUNTER FROM JASON RILEY!

Riley holds down on Shinya’s legs for a cover!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Maya slinks in under the ropes and breaks the count with a desperate diving strike!  Riley isn’t hurt but he’s momentarily stunned!  He turns around and as soon as he makes eye contact with Maya, Maya actually bolts for the ring ropes like he’s running away!  Riley chases after, but Maya springboards off with a moonsalt attempt!  Riley ducks!  Maya lands on his feet, but gets NAILED FROM THE BLINDSIDE as Tom Quinn comes in with a NASTY LOOKING CHOPBLOCK!  Maya’s knee buckles!  Riley runs to the rope and springboards off, CONNECTING WITH A MOONSALT OF HIS OWN!  He nearly slides of Maya’s body, but manages to keep his traction and hooks the back of Maya’s leg!

Helfin drops for a count!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

And SHINYA DIVES TO STOP THE COUNT!

Quinn is pissed and charges at Shinya!  Shinya leap frogs!  Quinn runs through but stops his momentum!  He charges back and Shinya leaps frogs another time!  Quinn catches him through and looks to throw him out of the ring, but at the last minute, Shinya counters with a HURRACANRANA!  Quinn tumbles over the top rope and CRASHES to the mat, while Shinya keeps his balance and flips himself to the apron and back into the ring!  Riley charges after Shinya, trying to catch him off guard!

Shinya drops to the mat, though, and Riley hops over!  He bounces off the ropes and charges back!  Shinya leap frogs over and Riley runs right into Maya!  Maya grabs Riley’s hand and then puts his arm around his waist and spins into...

Dave Dymond: Is Maya WALTZING WITH RILEY!

Riley is stunned as Maya moves back, two three, side, two three and then disgustedly tries to push away!  Maya lets go...

AND RILEY WALKS RIGHT INTO A SUPER KICK FROM SHINYA!!

GOOD NIGHT WALTZ!!!

Other Guy: What the...?

The fans actually POP pretty decently!!!  Maya and Shinya are pumped!!  Maya jumps up and down while his partner quickly dives to make a cover!!!

Dave Dymond: SHINYA WITH A COVER!!!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!!!”

Helfin calls for the bell and “Bell the CAT” by LM.C plays again!!!  Maya runs at Shinya and Shinya picks him up into a victorious EMBRACE!!!  He spins his partner around and  then sets him back on the mat, though continues to hold him close as the two hop up and down in a circle!

Samantha Coil: The winners of this match...  Shinya, Maya...  TRES BIEN!!!

They finally break their embrace and raise their hands in the air, taking a bow to all four corners of the ring.  Riley rolls out of the ring and quickly makes his exit with Quinn, wanting nothing to do with this.  The duo continues their celebration regardless, and Dave Dymond starts to speak up.

Dave Dymond: An unorthadox victory for the young duo known as TRES BIEN, but an IMPRESSIVE one at that as Shinya and Maya are able to defeat Tom Quinn and Jason Riley.

Other Guy: And after tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Tres Bien right in thick of things with the Avengers and Long Island Hardcore.  In fact, we might just see these boys get a shot against whoever walks out of tonight with those tag titles around their waists!

The camera stays on the ring, where Shinya and Maya have made their way to the top ropes at separate ends of the ring, continuing their celebration.

Dave Dymond: If ANYONE walks out tonight, OG.  Long Island Hardcore and The Flying Avengers have a heated, storied past with one another, which may come to a culmination tonight in the form of a LADDER MATCH.

Other Guy: One of the SICK bouts we’re gonna have for you in just a little under twenty minutes!  If you haven’t ordered the damn show yet...  stop free loadin’ and get your shit in gear boys and girls!

Dave Dymond: It’s gonna be a night you CANNOT AFFORD TO MISS!

As the video kicks in, Scott Richardson moves quickly down the hall, catching up with just arriving Iron Fist Champion, Dan Stein.

Scott Richardson: Dan! Dan, a moment of your time?

Stein turns to Scott, smirking.

Dan Stein: Certainly, Scooter. How's the carple tunnel?

Richardson laughs.

Scott Richardson: Scooter, that's good. But no, It's okay so far, but now that things are picking up... yeesh. But tonight obviously not about me, it's about two words. Reckoning Day. And correct me if I'm wrong but this is your first time competing on the BIGGEST Pay Per View of the year... and as a champion none the less!

Stein nodded, dropping his duffel bag next to him, looking around the area while soaking in the atmosphere.

Dan Stein: That's right, Richie, it is. And, it's not like I haven't heard about the amazingness that is Reckoning Day, but nothing compares to this last week. Absolutely nothing. Tonight is going to be off the charts, I can absolutely guarantee it.

Richardson nods.

Scott Richardson: So as the Iron Fist Champion, you are going into one of the MOST difficult types of matches to defend that title in, that being a Triple Threat match. But you seem pretty excited and ready. Are you telling me there is no nerves, no concern, no doubt?

Stein shook his head immediately.

Dan Stein: C'mon, Dick. You should know me better than that by now. There's nerves, I am concerned. It's Azraith DeMitri and Kenji Yamada. Those names are synonomous with PAIN. Of course I have concerns going in. But do I doubt myself? Do I ever doubt myself? No. I know that I am one of the top notch stars in this place, I know that I am the hottest star under the sun right now. Not even Jonny Johnson can say that. But am I concerned? Absolutely. But my confidence prepares me for my concerns, and I hope to make sure nothing goes out of plan. Keep my cool, keep calm, and keep my game plan going.

Scott Richardson: Calm, cool, and collected, seems like sound advice. Now Dan, a victory tonight for you means you do something that only ONE other man has successfully done, that man of course being Adrian Corazon. As the night looms ahead for you, has the realization set in that you are THIS close to cementing yourself as unarguably the greatest Iron Fist Champion in SHOOT Project history?

Stein glanced away for a split second, before turning back with a grin.

Dan Stein: Oh, yeah, Sean. It has. And I can't wait to see just where I stand among the Iron Fist champions of past.

Richardson clears his throat a bit.

Scott Richardson: It's umm... it's Scott, Dan. We go back, spent a lot of time on the road together in TTW, you know?

Stein pats Scott on the shoulder.

Dan Stein: I know, Steve. I know.

Richardson sighs and turns to the camera.

Scott Richardson: Dan Stein faces his biggest challenge tonight against Azraith DeMitri and Kenji Yamada. Triple threat match, only ONE man walks away with the Iron Fist Championship in hand.

Richardson turns back to Stein.

Scott Richardson: Any final words for our loyal shootproject.com subscribers out there?

Stein nods, standing next to Scott with his arm around Scott's shoulders.

Dan Stein: Don't worry, guys. Someday it'll be you standing here, talking to Shane about your big match in the spotlight. But tonight? The Lights will shine. Thanks, Stone.

Scott Richardson: Really... it's Scott. Do you really not know that my name is Scott?

Richardson shakes his head as the video fades out from there.

We cut once again to Dave Dymond and Other Guy at ringside.  The War Memorial Stadium is starting to look WAY MORE FULL as more and more people find their seats, ready for what they hope will be money well spent!

Dave Dymond: Every SHOOT Project title is on the line.  Of course we know about the ULTIMATE SURVIVAL match for the Laws of Survival.  We have Arion Catcher defending the Revolution Title against Catch Warren.  The tag title situation we touched on earlier.  Dan Stein battles Kenji Yamada and Azraith DeMitri in a THREE WAY Iron Fist bout, but of course, the match EVERYONE has been waiting for...  THE MAIN EVENT...  ADRIAN CORAZON, JONNY JOHNSON...  the SHOOT PROJECT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.

Other Guy: Not a lot to say that hasn’t already been said.  Jonny won the Redemption Rumble in his SHOOT Project RE-DEBUT back in January and ever since, his spot has been just about cemented in stone.  Adrian Corazon became champion at Malice and has held his belt proud, but he may have finally met his match.  This isn’t Del Carver, Cor!  This is a man way in his prime and hungry.  I get chills thinking of how this shit is going to go down.

Dave Dymond: Perhaps one of the most anticipated main events since SHOOT Project has reopened its doors...  Let’s take a further look how things ended up the way they did between these two SHOOT Project Soldiers.

As the screen goes to black, a date fades up in gold.

January 27th, 2008.

It fades out changing to silver, before vanishing from sight.  The black screen gives way to Jonny Johnson standing at the top of a ramp way on Revolution.

The fans are chanting WELCOME HOME! WELCOME HOME!  A smile on Jonny’s face suggests a warm return, but as his smile fades the footage takes a turn.  “Arc Reaktor” by Ramin Djawadi begins to play adding to the ominous tone as Jonny glares with contempt.

The DEFILER: SHUT THE FUCK UP.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

The glare is interrupted by abrupt clips of Jonny Johnson in the Redemption rumble, assaulting anyone who crosses his path.  As the clips flash in and out from the glare of contempt, Jonny’s words are heard over the music and the footage.

“The fact is...  I’m back.  I snuck in through your stupid loopholes and like the virus I AM, I will fucking kill EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.”

A shot of Jonny bloodying Arion Catcher in the Redemption Rumble. 

“I will shit on every show... I will stiff the fuck out of every worker”

A shot of Jonny going through the final four of the rumble.

“... and I WILL RUIN EVERYTHING THAT ANY OF YOU EVER CARED ABOUT enroute to becoming SHOOT Project WORLD CHAMPION.” 

Samantha Coil: The winner of the 2008 Redemption Rumble… “THE DEFILER” Jonny Johnson!!!

We see Jonny smirking, standing in the ring after outlasting 40 plus men.

“I don’t care if every one of you stops coming out to the shows...  I don’t care if everyone in the back quits...

“THIS IS YOUR REALITY!”

The word reality echoes repeatedly and in a whisper behind it you hear the words “hope is illusion.”

The music seems to shift as the screen returns to black again.. another date fades up, this time in silver, but fades out in gold.

February 24th, 2008

The black screen is replaced by Roland Caldwell in the ring along with Sammy Rochester, while Vincent Mallows is on the outside. As the music plays on Corazon comes out in the footage, the fans boo but the thought that Corazon is with these men changes when suddenly he looks to Roland with contempt.

Corazon:  These men in the ring with me now?  They are NOT my compatriots.  They are NOT my partners.  I will NO LONGER be involved with you, or Mallows, or even you, Sammy.  I’m done with this.

The expression Corazon’s face is interrupted with quick clips of Corazon in action.  A shot of Corazon taking Sammy Rochester out with Original Sin.  As the clips and music play, Corazon’s words are spoken over all of it.

“When I first debuted in the SHOOT Project, I made a big deal about the future and my destiny.”

A shot of Corazon looking at the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight championship that Roland holds, versus the REAL championship that Corazon dug up from the desert. 

“I claimed that I was the FUTURE of the SHOOT Project, and I’m going to make that claim once more.”

Another shot is seen, this time of Corazon fighting Roland in a battle alongside Dan Stein. 

“I AM the future of SHOOT.  I’m more dangerous, more brutal than either of you could even conceive.”

A montage of clips of Corazon in heated battles against Ron Barker, Benjamin Biggs, and of course Del Carver.

“There is no debating this.”

The music picks up even more now, faster pace and the Malice Logo appears on the screen, the date under fades up in gold.

March 30th, 2008

And as it fades out we see a montage taken directly from the Five Man Massacre for the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship. Shots of Jun Kenshin, Christopher Davis, Roland Caldwell, Kilgore Stochansky and Adrian Corazon are seen but as the five competitors are seen in action, Jonny Johnson’s hate filled words are heard over the clips.

“On June FIRST, TWO THOUSAND EIGHT... I will fulfill my fucking destiny.”

A quick shot of the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship as it is held up by Scott Kamura.  Kenshin, Davis, Caldwell, Stochansky, and Corazon all stand around looking at it.

“I don’t care who it’s against. I don’t care if it’s Roland…”

A shot of Roland in action, battling against Jun Kenshin.

“Or Christopher Davis”

A shot of Christopher Davis hitting Angela’s Ashes on Kilgore Stochansky.

“Or Kenshin...”

Heaven’s Blade meets it’s mark on Roland Caldwell knocking him down.

“It could be Kilgore Stochansky…”

Stochansky throws a haymaker of a punch at Christopher Davis.

“Or Adrian Corazon.”

Corazon drives his knees into Christopher Davis’s face.

“WHOEVER THE FUCKING CHAMPION HAPPENS TO BE ON JUNE FIRST will have no choice but to defend their title against ME... ONE on ONE.”

The ending of the match at Malice plays. Davis hits Angela’s Ashes on Adrian Corazon. The fans are going nuts.  Jonny Johnson charges down to the ring and grabs Davis.

“No multi-man bullshit...”

Chicken wing

“No easy outs, or excuses.”

Swing!

“ONE on ONE. YOU...”

Demoralization process!

“Whoever YOU happen to be...”

Samantha Coil: The winner of the match, and the NEW SHOOT Project WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… ADRIAN CORAZON!!!

“VERSUS ME... The DEFILER.”

Fade to black.  Things seem to calm as we open up, this time to Adrian Corazon with the newly won World Heavyweight Championship. He stands in the ring.

Corazon:   Jonny Johnson.  Your actions…  the way you marred the main event at Malice…  the way you just…  ugh.  You know what, Defiler?

Corazon sneers.

Corazon:  I’m not going to play into this nonsense.  I’m not going to sit here, and call you the Demoralizer, or any of that.  You hurt what you’re calling your meal ticket, and that’s totally unacceptable.  So, here’s what’s going to happen.  You’re going to walk down to the ring, right now…

A cut to an empty entryway.  There is no Jonny Johnson

“…And I, well…  I don’t want to wait until Reckoning Day.”

Corazon waits, the footage seems to last for a while, then fades out, only to fade in to a similar scene, only now it’s Jonny Johnson in the ring, alone.

THE DEFILER: June first is going to come a lot sooner than any of us realizes, but from here on out... Adrian Corazon, I VOW to make your life a nightmare!

A clip shows Jonny Johnson leaving the arena in quick fashion.  Cut to later that night, Adrian Corazon scoring a sound victory over Kilgore Stochansky.

“I VOW to slowly ruin everything you’ve ever wanted for yourself.”

Next seen is the eerie moment between Corazon and Jonny Johnson outside of an arena… Corazon lunges into Jonny, a blotch of red stains Jonny’s side as he collapses to the ground.

“I will rape you of your pride... of your honor... of EVERYTHING THAT MAKES YOU FUCKING TICK.”

Jonny Johnson is in the ring with Jason Johnson DEMANDING an apology and things to be made right.

“And when we get to Reckoning Day... By the time June first rolls around... you’ll be a miserable, generic mess, my friend.”

Seen next is Jonny Johnson flipping out, tugging at his hair in an irate rage!

“They’ll look at you, probably sulking in a corner, and they’ll say... Heh... They’ll ALLLLLL say...”

But then a moment.  Corazon and Jonny Johnson in the ring at the same time.

“Adrian Corazon couldn’t escape. Adrian Corazon COULD NOT FUCKING ESCAPE.”

Then an abrupt shot of Jonny Johnson and Christopher Davis hitting Adrian Corazon with the We Fucked Your Back up on the Revolution before Reckoning Day.

“Because NO ONE escapes the DEFIL...”

The words are cut off and the screen goes black. And all you hear is Corazon’s voice.

“All the theatrics…  all the word play…  all the sadness…  all the demoralizing…  I don’t know what you expect, Jonny.  You thought that once you FINALLY got a chance at this title again that whoever the champion was, would roll over and assist you in ushering in the Age of the Defiler?”

And then it comes up a clip of Jonny Johnson and Adrian Corazon in a heated face to face.

“CAN YOU ESCAPE THE DEFILER? HUH?”

Jonny Johnson hitting the Demoralization Process.

“I don’t play games.”

Adrian Corazon dropping Kilgore Stochansky.

“Can You Defeat Jonny Johnson?”

Jonny Johnson is seen surrounded by Super Fan, Tom Quinn, and Jason Riley.

“Just stop talking and bring it on.”

Corazon is seen standing by himself in a SHOOT Project ring.  The footage fades to a single image, the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Championship.

Reckoning Day marks their defining moment.

For The DEFILER, his chance to make good on his promise.

For The Champion, his chance to stand by his word.

Jonny Johnson… Adrian Corazon

THE SHOOT PROJECT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The video fades from there.