| Samantha
Coil steps into the ring to announce the first match, but is cut off before
the first word can escape her lips.
Voice: Samantha, the only time you should ever open your mouth is to wrap your lips around my dick!!! From behind the curtain, legendary ring announcer TC Bay walks out onto the ramp and smiles fondly at the crowd, his right hand held high as he is greeted with a loud chorus of boos. Dutch Harris: Hey, I know that guy... Eryk Masters: Oh, no...not this shit again!!! If he's back, then it means.... TC Bay: Ladies and gentlemen of Pittsburg, lend me your ears!!! Cheap heat always makes the crowd boo, and no one does it better than... TC Bay: If you would please put down your cheap Pabst Blue Ribbon beers and your orders of $4.99 nachos, get on your feet and turn your attention to the "Icon-o-tron" which is slowly resting into place!!! The crowd boos loudly again as the Icon-o-tron lowers from the raters and covers the Shoot Project video wall. As it settles into place, small pieces of glitter - yes, shimmering glitter - trickles down from the rafters. The crowd boos harder because - after all - glitter is a pain in the ass to get out of your hair. Eryk Masters: I fucking hate this shit!!! Dutch Harris: But, why? It looks so serine...what the hell is going on anyway, Eryk!!! Eryk Masters: This could only mean
that the... The sound goes dead on Masters microphone as two familiar men, both wearing tuxedoes and carrying microphones, walk onto the ramp and look across the arena at Masters and Harris. Harris looks ike he's trying to get his mic back on while Masters just lowers his head and shakes it. Carson Philia: Dammit, Masters, how
many times have I told you to shut the hell up when this man Masters stands up and look threateningly across the arena at Philia. Jack Adonis: Hey, ass wipe...sit the fuck down. Apparently, you have no idea who you're dealing with. The crowd boos while Masters continues to look threateningly across the arena. Carson Philia: Masters, if you and your new butt lover ever try to speak over us again, we will come down there and pound you through your pissy little announcers booth - so help us God!!! The crowd boos again and Adonis stares over at the two, but specifically points at Dutch Harris, who understands his microphone doesn't work because it was cut off. He joins Masters in staring daggers across the arena at Philia and Adonis. Jack Adonis: You just shut up as well, fuck head. Just because you ass-rammed Richardson out of a job, doesn't mean you have the balls to stand up to us. So - for your own safety and the safety of your partner right there - shut the fuck up, sit there and wait for us to announce the arrival of the greatest wrestler to EVER step into a Shoot Project ring. The crowd boos again, but Philia ignores them. Carson Philia: Ladies and gentlemen, would you please continue standing and welcome back...the greatest wrestler to ever appear in SHOOT...the former Iron Fist Champion and the still reigning ICON Champion...as well as the leading cause of flash floods in panties throughout the globe...ladies and gentlemen, here he is....THE ICON!!! Glitter begins to pour from the ceiling in handfuls as Mozarts "Requiem" blares throughout the arena. Immediately, the Icon-o-tron screams to life and shows pictures of Rocky Stellar, wearing cheap trousers and a pink sweater - which is, of course, tied in a knot around his neck - pushing a handicapped child in a wheel chair across the street. He stops half way, gives the thumbs up to the camera, as the crowd lets loose with screams of hatred. The next clip shows Stellar saving a drowning puppy from a deep pond, saving a litter of kittens from a tree for a small girl, and saving a six-week old infant from a roaring fire. After each instance, Stellar smiles at the camera and gives the people the thumbs up. As the final image is shown on the screen, it cuts to a live "satellite" feed that is beamed from the deck of the S.S. ICON, currently docked outside of Ixtapa, Mexico. As the camera from the satellite feed scans across the deck, naked women playing with beach balls and drinking Dos Equies are seen, giggling and laughing. The camera finally pans to our hero, Rocky Stellar, looking extremely blond and extremely tan under the hot Mexican sun. He looks up when the camera focuses on him, and smiles wide at his fans. The minute his face appears, the entire arena begins to boo and throw things at the Icon-o-tron while the three announcers disappear into the back of the arena. Rocky Stellar: Thank you...thank you...I
know all you people here The crowd boos again but Stellar ignores them. Rocky Stellar: ...miss the ICON..and,
quite honestly, the Icon misses all of you as well. As you can see,
the Stellar One - the ICON of the SHOOT Project The crowd grows silent while Stellar smiles into the sun. Stellar: Now, just so everyone understands, Rocky Stellar still has one month of vacation left before he returns to the ring and to the Shoot Project, which - if I can say - clearly looks like a shitty place to wrestle without the Stellar One involved. Though, Jason Johnson did one thing right, he got rid of that waste of talent OUtKast and all but shut down Intant Pudding. God, what a drain they were on the eyes. But, back to what I was saying...before the ICON returns and decimates the roster with his potent arsenal...as opposed to the "impotent" arsenal that Del Carver brings to the sack (WHOOOO!!!).... The crowd boos again, seeing that Stellar hasn't lost a step when it comes to picking on the world champion or Instant Heat. Stellar: However, the Stellar One is coming forward today, one month early, to make a very special announcement that will concern the ENTIRE SHOOT PROJECT ROSTER!!! That announcement is - the Icon is hiring!!! The crowd sits silent for a couple of seconds while the news sinks in. Stellar: See, if you buck-toothed bastards in Beantown viewed the video montage at the start of Stellar's entrance, you would have noticed that the second best wrestler to ever appear in SHOOT - Derian Jayde - is no longer a member of the greatest tag team to ever grace God's green Earth. Now, I know, the women are crying loudly that Bod-Zilla will not be seen in the ring anymore, but there is a valid excuse....see, the SS ICON was parked outside of Tiajuana about four weeks ago, when Derian decided - in his usual drunken stupor - that he would take a little siesta!!! And, quite honestly, we haven't seen him since. We sent out a search party, but they came back and said Derian (sigh) changed his name to Ki-Ki and will be spending the next five years face down, ass up inside a Federali Prison... The crowd laughs as Stellar shrugs his shoulders. Stellar: Hey, if it's good enough for Samantha Coil...it's good enough for Deej. The crowd gives the "ooohhh" scream as Samantha Coil turns an even darker shade of red. Stellar: Anyway...I digress. Now, this little move left the ICON in a bit of a quandry. I had to decide if the ICON should throw his hat BACK into singles competition...maybe take that Iron Fist back, which X-Fag stole from me three months ago...or, perhaps, Stellar should take down that nutt-buffer of a world champion that was too fucking afraid to face the Stellar One and Deej in tag team competition before we left? The crowd boos, but Stellar shrugs his shoulders. Stellar: Or, the ICON could do this: He pauses and leans forward and stares directly into the camera. Stellar: He could simply scour the entire wrestling world until he FINDS a new....ICON.... Stellar smiles as the crowd crowd sits perplexed. Stellar: See, the one thing in this world that has eluded the Stellar One were those tag team championship belts. It's the one piece of gold that Stellar should have won - but was fucked out of by upper management when the ICON's ran ramshod over this place. So, because of their fuck-job, the Stellar One has decided that getting those tag team titles is now - a quest...a quest that Stellar will not fail at - unlike the Phillies failing to reach the playoffs because of the piece of shit Florida Marlins!!! HAHAHAH!!! God, the Marlins SUCK!!! The crowd really boos like crazy and Stellar smiles as he leans back and soaks it all in. Stellar: So, for the next four weeks, the ICON will be accepting applications from wrestlers in Shoot Project - and from around the world - looking for that one man who is WORTHY of being labelled an ICON...an ICON in the Stellar One's image...a leader among losers....a champion among...well, honestly, a champion among pussies. Stellar smiles as the room starts to buzz. Stellar: So, for the ICON wanna-be's in this arena tonight, now is your chance. Do you have what it takes to put the name ICON on your resume? If you think you've got the shit, then drop The Stellar One a line at 1-800-THE-ICON and...let the Stellar One decide what you got. Until then, Shoot Project, the ICON is on vacation....consider yourselves lucky...you may now resume your ICON-less Pay Per View... Stellar leans back even further into his chair and stares up into the sun as the Icon-o-tron goes black and heads back up into the ceiling. The end of the segment means that the microphones of Harris and Masters return to normal. Eryk Masters: That mother fucker...he always does that....I hate it that he brings his own damn announcers out every week to try and take my job...
Eryk Masters: I must say, I’m looking forward to this one. Dutch Harris: Uh... why, exactly? Eryk Masters: Well, we’re at Viking Hall, it’s a DeathKore Title match... Dutch Harris: ...and? Eryk Masters: That can only mean one thing: gallons and gallons of blood! Dutch Harris: The human body only holds about 8 pints, Eryk. Eryk Masters: Shh, don’t rain on my parade. Samantha Coil: Now entering the ring, weighing in at 229 lbs, SHOOT Project DeathKore Champion... RAAAAAAAAGE! Stabbing Westward’s “Darkest Days” blares through the PA, as RAGE takes his time walking to the ring, belt over his shoulder, Cynthia Marx at his side. In his right hand, a bicycle chain hangs, two feet hanging from the hand, the rest wrapped around it. He gets to the end of the ramp when Alex Grey runs out, using his steel staff to vault a kick to the back of RAGE’s head. The bell rings, and the match is on. Grey stands over RAGE, beckoning him to get up, swinging the staff menacingly. RAGE rolls away before kipping to his feet, letting the chain unwrap as he gets up. Grey swings, RAGE blocks with the chain. At his head, at his side, at his feet, and finally stabbing it forward. RAGE blocks that one by pushing it away, but Grey comes back around with the other side of the staff and strikes him in the ribs. RAGE backs up, and Grey comes around to strike him again, but Cynthia kicks Grey in the back of the knee, knocking him off-balance. Grey turns around for a second, and RAGE swings the end of the chain into his knee, knocking him down to his other. RAGE comes from behind, wrapping the chain around Grey’s neck. Grey is quick to respond, driving the staff between RAGE’s legs with a harsh low blow. Eryk Masters: Oooh, that’s not cool. Dutch Harris: I feel that. Everybody in the audience feels that. RAGE lets go of the chain with one hand, dropping to the floor. Grey kicks him in the ribs once, as RAGE rolls over, and he kneels down, choking RAGE with the staff. RAGE swings wildly, but to no avail. Grey tightens up the choke, but Cynthia hops onto Grey’s back and bites him on the neck. He grabs Cynthia by the hair, and slams her over his shoulder onto the floor. She hits with a gasp, but RAGE is back on his feet, and he punches Grey in the face with the chain. Grey drops quick, but rolls to his feet, staff in hand, and stabs toward RAGE quickly. RAGE wraps it up with the chain, pulling himself in, and driving elbows into the face and chest of Grey. Grey stumbles back, before grabbing RAGE in a belly to belly. Eryk Masters: Where’s the damn blood? Dutch Harris: Chill, Eryk. Eryk Masters: I don’t like it. Grey is back to his feet first, freeing his staff from the chain and swinging it in hard downward swings, attempting to crush the face of RAGE. RAGE dodges once, twice, rolling away on the third and grabbing the end of the chain. He charges Grey, but gets his feet swept out from under him, and the staff driven down onto his chest. He clutches it in pain, and Grey picks him up, throwing him against the ring. RAGE hits the apron hard, and Grey swings the staff again toward the head. RAGE ducks, driving the chained fist into his groin. Dutch Harris: Turnabout is fair play, I guess. RAGE wraps the chain around Grey’s neck, dropping him onto his back. He wraps the chain around his arm, dropping a forearm onto his throat. Grey rolls around, coughing and holding his throat, as RAGE slides a table out from under the ring. Grey gets to his knees as RAGE starts to set up the table on the outside, and he stabs the staff into the back of RAGE’s knee. RAGE drops down, and Grey gets back to his feet. RAGE drops to his hands and knees, and Grey attempts to charge, but Cynthia flies off of his back, nailing Grey with a flying clothesline. Grey reels back, turning once again to Cynthia, who starts to get into his face. Grey’s obviously holding back from hitting her. Eryk Masters: What is he doing? She attacked him, take her down! Dutch Harris: She’s a woman, not to mention a masochist... hitting her is not a good idea. Cynthia starts to scream in the face of Alex Grey, standing right up to him. Grey finally gets fed up, pushing her back. She steps back, only to come back at him with a hard slap. Dutch Harris: OK, now he can hit her. Grey quickly sweeps her with the staff, and holds the butt of it to her throat. She holds the end, but makes no effort to take it off. Grey barely catches RAGE out of the corner of his eye, and swings the staff back at him, but once again, it’s wrapped up in the chain and RAGE manages to pull it away. He catches it, but Grey grabs it as well. Both men have both hands on the staff now, as RAGE spins quickly, turning both the staff and Grey around, putting them back to back. RAGE pulls the off-balance Grey over his shoulders, and he splinters the table on the way down. Eryk Masters: OK, I’m getting a little upset now... I mean, we’ve had weapons and tables, but nobody’s bleeding yet. Dutch Harris: Shut up and do your job, man. Eryk Masters: Which do you want? Dutch Harris: OK, just shut up, then. RAGE grabs Grey by the hair, and rolls him into the ring. He slides the staff into the ring, and slides in as well. He hops to the top rope, as Grey groggily gets to his feet. He flies off the top with a moonsault, but is caught by Grey, and dropped into a powerslam! Grey covers, 1... 2... kickout! Grey gets up, and pulls RAGE up by the hair, but RAGE drives a hand to his throat, before hitting him with an uppercut, with the chain in the face. Grey’s busted open, and blood starts to run into his eyes. RAGE wraps the chain around his arm, before getting around Grey and locking him in the Wrath! He drops Grey to the mat, pulling back hard and wrapping his legs for leverage... Grey’s fighting it, but to no avail... RAGE pulls back harder, and Grey starts flailing, but still no tapout... RAGE pulls one last time, and... he taps! Grey taps out, and this match is over! Dutch Harris: RAGE keeps the DeathKore belt! Eryk Masters: Yeah, but Grey only had like a surface cut on his face near the end of the match. I feel robbed. Dutch Harris: You’re a loser, Eryk.
Backstage deep in some undisclosed location, Declan O’Leary is seen slicing through the air with his fists. He continues a pattern, obviously working a warm up before his match is to take place. His warm up continues until the little bit of light he has is covered by the body of another man. Lonewolf: Well well well… if it isn’t the Irish boxer. Tonight’s your big night, and it just so happens to be on the night of my big win. See how that works? Lonewolf chuckles as O’Leary just stares at him stone faced. Declan O’Leary: Yea, Lonewolf ye must have not gotten the memo. The time fer yer talk is over, ye dumb feck. Ya want yer big win eh? Then try to take it with those fists of yers… I know I’m bringin’ mine! O’Leary then out of nowhere decks Lonewolf across the face, knocking him into the wall. O’Leary then walks off as Lonewolf leans against the wall rubbing his jaw. Lonewolf narrows his eyes as he keeps is focus on the place where O’Leary walked off. Dutch Harris: Wow… quite the heated face to face, and just seconds before the number one contenders match goes down. Eryk Masters: You bet, and I think all O’Leary did there was fuel Lonewolf’s anger. It’s going to be one hell of a fist fight in that very ring, because we’ve got Celtic Thunder and The Big Dog locking up in a boxing match! Dutch Harris: The winner of course will be crowned the number one contender to the Iron Fist title, and both men have been gunning for that title as the Iron Fist division has become extremely hot over the weeks. Eryk Masters: You know it. I know it. The fans know it. SO let’s just take it to the ring.
Viking Hall continues to buzz with excitement as the Pay Per View continues. 'As One' by the Dropkick Murphys starts to play, and Declan O’Leary steps from behind the curtain, and starts to make his way down the aisle to the ring. The fans give Celtic Thunder a warm ovation as he climbs into the ring, and makes his way to his corner. O’Leary’s theme music fades, and “Click Click Boom” by Saliva starts to blast over the sound system. Lonewolf emerges, and is immediately met with a loud chorus of boos from the hardcore Philadelphia faithful. Lonewolf gives the fans the classic “up yours” gesture, and jogs to the ring. The bell rings three times to bring the crowd to attention, as Samantha takes the microphone. Samantha: “Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is a special IRON FIST BOXING MATCH, to determine the NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE SHOOT PROJECT IRON FIST CHAMPIONSHIP!” The fans cheer loudly, anticipating the obvious brutality they are about to witness. Samantha: “This bout has been sanctioned by the Pennsylvania Athletic Commission. Your ringside doctor is Dr. Ronald Esterbauer. And NOW, the RULES! This bout will consist of THREE FIVE MINUTE ROUNDS…and will be won by KNOCKOUT, or JUDGES DECISION! THE THREE JUDGES for this fight will be our ringside commentators, DUTCH HARRIS, ERYK MASTERS, and your referee for this contest, Shoot Project Head Referee SCOTT KAMURA!" Eryk Masters: "This is a first for me. Calling and judging a boxing match." Dutch Harris: "This should be interesting." Samantha: "AND NOW…the combatants! First, in the corner to my RIGHT…he hails from Boston Massachusetts…he stands 5 feet 11 tall and weighs in at 176 pounds…here is "CELTIC THUNDER”…DECLAN O’LEARY!!!" Declan O’Leary takes a few steps forward and raises his arms to the cheers of the fans… Samantha: "His opponent in the corner to my LEFT…fighting out of Charlotte, North Carolina he weighs in at 262 pounds and stands 6 feet 6 inches tall…he is LONEWOLF!!!" Lonewolf raises one arm in his corner, to a hostile reception from the crowd. The two fighters advance to the middle of the ring, as Scott KAMURA stands between them. Samantha holds the microphone out so the fans can here the instructions. Scott Kamura: "Okay, Lonewolf-san, O’Leary-san we spoke in the dressing room earlier. This is NOT like normal Shoot Project fight…only punches are allowed, above the belt. No kicks, no head butts, no wrestling moves allowed. You win when I stop the fight, judges say so, or you knock each other out. Now go back to your corner…and come out fighting!" Eryk Masters: "Both fighters forego the traditional pre-fight handshake, so that shows you how much is riding on this fight! The bell rings…and both guys come out, gloves up…" Dutch Harris: "These two guys are wearing One Pound Leather Ouano gloves, which are used in club fighting and Mixed Martial Arts usually. They are substantially smaller than standard boxing gloves…and you can do a LOT more damage with them!" The two fighters slowly start circling each other, as the crowd restlessly stomps their feet and claps. It appears as if the two men are waiting to see who will throw the first punch. Eryk Masters: “Just from looking at these two men, it’s obvious the power and size advantage go the Lonewolf, but speed and quickness advantage seem to go to Declan O’Leary…" The crowd is getting restless, as the two men continue to slowly circle each other, throwing out weak jabs, with nothing big landing. Declan O’Leary is circling on the outside, very wisely he doesn’t want to come in to Lonewolf’s range. Suddenly…Lonewolf explodes! The big man starts firing powerful roundhouse punches at Declan O’Leary, but with great speed, Celtic Thunder is deftly dodging them. The fans erupt! Declan O’Leary is deftly bobbing and weaving out of the way of Lonewolf, and now he answers with a sharp jab of his own, stinging Lonewolf over his right eye. Dutch Harris: "Lonewolf is hurt! Declan O’Leary finally got inside his reach and opened up a small cut over his right eye! Lonewolf backs off a bit, and raises his guard to protect that cut…" Eryk Masters: "Celtic Thunder getting a bit braver now that he’s done some damage, and he starts to move in…he fires that jab again…blocked by Lonewolf…Celtic Thunder tries again…again blocked by Lonewolf…" WHAM! Lonewolf surprises Celtic Thunder with a HUGE BODY SHOT from his left hand! Lonewolf was protecting his eye with his RIGHT, and suckered Celtic Thunder in to his reach, and then hit Celtic Thunder in the body with a sweeping roundhouse hook. Celtic Thunder goes down, clutching his side as the fans go nuts. Eryk Masters: "O’LEARY GOES DOWN! Scott Kamura stands over him and starts the count… One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…" Dutch Harris: "Declan O’Leary is UP…but he might have some busted ribs!" Scott Kamura wipes Celtic Thunder’s gloves, checks his eyes, and lets him back into the middle of the ring. The two fighters start to circle each other again, when the bell rings, signifying the end of the first round. The fighters head to their corners. Eryk Masters: "The first 5 minute round is UP. We should point out here Dutch, each man has three men in his corner, a personal trainer provided by Shoot Project, a cut man provided by the Athletic Commission, and a third personal friend or choice that the fighter selected." Dutch Harris: "As the two fighters sit on stools and get some rest and advice from their corners, lets look at some replays from the action of the first round.” Eryk Masters: "All right. Here we see Lonewolf trying to end this fight early with those BIG roundhouses, but Celtic Thunder ducks them. Then, Celtic Thunder zips in and stings Lonewolf over the left eye, opening him up. Now we see Lonewolf suckering Celtic Thunder in and DROPPING him with that brutal body shot!" Dutch Harris: "Both men up and ready to start the second round. I see Dr. Esterbauer checked on Lonewolf’s cut during the break and has deemed him fit to continue." Eryk Masters: "And here we go…Round Two!" The two fighters approach the center of the ring, as the fans cheer loudly. Lonewolf coming out like a MADMAN, swinging! He hits Declan O’Leary flush in the face with a HUGE right cross, and Celtic Thunder is staggered, and then Lonewolf starts burying brutal body shots to the sides of Declan O’Leary! Celtic Thunder is ROCKED, his body is being slammed around in there like a Crash Test Dummy as Lonewolf is slamming his fists into the body of Celtic Thunder! Declan O’Leary is backing away, and has his gloves up over his face as he backs into the ropes. He is in trouble. The fans are on their feet, as Lonewolf keeps hammering Declan O’Leary with body shots. Declan O’Leary grabs Lonewolf in the “clinch” tying him up, as the fans boo the stop in the action. Dutch Harris: "Declan O’Leary wisely holding on to Lonewolf, as he won’t be able to land many more effective body shots from the clinch position…" Eryk Masters: "The fans may not like the old ‘clutch and grab’ style of boxing, but it’s effective. Declan O’Leary has managed to stave off the onslaught of body shots from Lonewolf by getting inside his reach." The fans get restless while Declan O’Leary continues to work the clinch position. Referee Scott Kamura orders a BREAK, since the two fighters were just leaning against each other in fatigue… UPPERCUT! Declan O’Leary throws a VICIOUS surprise uppercut to the jaw of Lonewolf! Lonewolf staggers back into the ropes, his eyes glassy! Celtic Thunder starts slipping the jab again, working away on the face of Lonewolf, tap tap tap, and a WIDE roundhouse to the jaw. Lonewolf’s knees buckle…and he GOES DOWN as the fans explode! Eryk Masters: "Now LONEWOLF is DOWN! Scott Kamura stands over him and starts the count! One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…" Lonewolf gets up, but the cut is now bleeding profusely. Eryk Masters: "As Scott Kamura checks on Lonewolf…the bell rings!" Dutch Harris: "Lonewolf is saved by the proverbial bell, as Celtic Thunder stuns him with an uppercut, and then starts working that cut over his right eye again, but Lonewolf guts it out and gets up, just in time for the bell!" Both men head to their respective corners. Dutch Harris: “In the first round, you had Celtic Thunder draw first blood, but then go down. In the second round, Celtic Thunder got rocked by some body shots, and had to go to the clinch position, but then rebounded with a surprise uppercut and rapid fire jabs…this fight is too close to call!" Eryk Masters: "I agree. The fans are really getting their money’s worth here tonight with this contest!" The seconds are out, we have completed two five minute rounds and are going into the third and final five minute round. Lonewolf has that cut heavily treated and Declan O’Leary’s ribs look like a collage of colors, all bruised and discolored. There is little doubt that his ribs are broken. The two fighters warily circling each other, as the fans cheer. Both men know that this fight has been totally even so far, and that in order to win, somebody has to have a blow away round. Declan O’Leary fires a jab at that right eye of Lonewolf! Lonewolf absorbs the shot but answers with a stiff side punch to the body of Declan O’Leary! Celtic Thunder responds with another stiff jab, and Lonewolf answers in kind with another body shot! Celtic Thunder jabs! Lonewolf body shot! Dutch Harris: "The two fighters circling each other like wild animals, trading shots…now Lonewolf really hammers Declan O’Leary in the face with a left cross! Celtic Thunder’s head snaps back, and he fires a straight arm back into the face of Lonewolf!" Eryk Masters: "Instead of these punches slowing down, they’re speeding up…much to the delight of the crowd! Celtic Thunder nails Lonewolf with a jab…Lonewolf answers with a cross…Celtic Thunder…Lonewolf…Celtic Thunder…Lonewolf…" The two fighters start to trade leather back and forth at lightening speed! The fists are flying now as the fans cheer themselves hoarse! Eryk Masters: "These guys aren’t even trying to block each other’s shots anymore…they’re trying to knock each other’s block off!" Dutch Harris: "I agree! Scientific boxing has gone out the window here in the third round, as this fight has degenerated into a BRAWL!" Declan O’Leary has opened up that brutal cut over the eye of Lonewolf, and Lonewolf’s eye looks to have swelled shut. Meanwhile, Lonewolf has been laying in thunderous rock hard body shots to Declan O’Leary so hard, that he practically lifts him off the ground when the punches land. Declan O’Leary has stopped using his left arm almost entirely, as it hangs limply at his side, ineffectively protecting that broken and bruised rib area. Both men look exhausted, as they continue to trade punches back and forth, they are slowing down as they drip with sweat. Lonewolf starts to buckle, his eye is swollen and he can’t protect it any more, but Declan O’Leary is leaning to one side precariously, unable to capitalize. A tough jab to the eye of Lonewolf by O’Leary which goes unanswered, and another! Lonewolf gets wobbly and bounces off the ropes…he goes down! The fans on their feet, but before Lonewolf even hits the mat…CELTIC THUNDER goes down too…and lands right beside him, clutching his ribs! Dutch Harris: "The cheers are DEAFENING in here as the two fighters lay side by side on the mat, panting and exhausted, beaten, bruised and bloody!" Eryk Masters: "Scott Kamura stands over both men and starts the count: One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…" As Kamura hits eight, Declan O’Leary gets to his knees… Nine…he’s almost up… TEN…and Lonewolf is struggling…and he gets up too! Celtic Thunder and Lonewolf both get to their feet, RIGHT at the TEN COUNT! The bell rings! Eryk Masters: “What the hell?” Dutch Harris: “Both men were up at 10, so I don’t…oh shit! The time is up!” Lonewolf and Declan O’Leary both head to their corners, and collapse. Scott Kamura ducks out of the ring, and heads over to the announcers table. As Kamura takes the two yellow scorecards that Dutch and Eryk have been scribbling on during the fight, the production truck shows a replay of the highlights of the fight, the first knockdown of O’Leary, the second round knockdown of Lonewolf, and the incredible sight of both men staggering to their feet at the last minute it the third round. Kamura takes Masters’ and Harris’ cards, and then scribbles some notes of his own, as the fans wait for the judges decision. Lonewolf and O’Leary both sit in their respective corners, exhausted. Finally, Scott Kamura hands the yellow card to Samantha, and heads back into the ring. Lonewolf and Declan O’Leary meet in the middle of the ring, and Scott Kamura grabs each man by the wrist, waiting for the announcement… Samantha: “Ladies and Gentlemen, before we announce the decision, let’s here a hand for both of these fighters!” The fans respectfully applaud Lonewolf
and Declan O’Leary. Samantha: “Eryk Masters scores the fight 16-14 LONEWOLF! Dutch Harris scores the fight 16-14 O’LEARY! Referee Scott Kamura has scored the fight 16-14…LONEWOLF! Ladies and Gentleman, your WINNER by a SPLIT DECISION: LONEWOLF!” The fans boo as Scott Kamura raises Lonewolf’s arm high in the air. Declan O’Leary shakes his head in disgust, and quickly leaves the ring, and heads up the aisle. Eryk Masters: “Well, Celtic Thunder is unhappy, and he should be, but he has nothing to be ashamed of. He fought as hard as he could in there, and that fight could have easily gone the other way.” Dutch Harris: “I agree. Great fight, and a close one too. Lonewolf earns a shot at The Iron Fist Championship, but we haven’t heard the last of Celtic Thunder!”
Dutch Harris: An explosive night thus far, and it’s only about to get bigger. Sometimes the past remains a strong force, sometimes things can stick with a person throughout months, even a year… and that is what this next match boils down to. Eryk Masters: That’s right one week ago, Jonny Johnson, SHOOT Project’s Defiler, basically blamed The Real Deal for everything negative that has happened in the federation. He blamed The Real Deal for it all… and The Illustrious One certainly did not take kindly to that. Dutch Harris: No he did not, and because of that, the two danced one-week prior in a Shut Up and Fight contest. The Real Deal took the victory, and from there it blew up to an even bigger scale. Now tonight, One year in the making… The Real Deal and Jonny Johnson are going one on one. The stakes are high, but first let’s take a look back to one year ago to see just what spawns all of this. The Under Siege Big Screen lights up and the following video footage begins to roll as Default’s “Wasting My Time” begins to play. The Under Siege Battle Royal: One Year Ago Well I don't want to see you waiting Ryu: We’re down to the last six, and this I’m sure of, I just got word from the back that all participants have entered the ring at some point in time. Jeff: So two of these men before us will move on to face off for the world title, and what a selection we have. Ben Jackman, Lonewolf, Hellion Youngblood, Enigma, Jonny Johnson, and the Real Deal. Ryu: Well maybe not Jackman for longer, Hellion has him half way over the top rope. I still can't keep the day from ending Sure enough over on the far side of the ring, Hellion has Ben Jackman teetering on the edge of elimination. However, Jackman holds on for his life, doing everything in his best effort not to be eliminated. Lonewolf has The Real Deal in the corner in the tree of woe position and drives a series of hard knees into the Real Deal’s stomach. Jonny and Enigma just watch on, seemingly smug about the whole thing. They look to each other and then they look to Hellion and Jackman on the other side of the ring. Both men chuckle and slowly walk over to them. Enigma grabs Hellion by the shoulder and pulls him away from Ben Jackman. As Hellion turns around Jonny nails him with a swift right hand hook that knocks him into Enigma. Enigma nails Hellion with a right hook, and soon Hellion finds himself bouncing between Jonny and Enigma. Ben Jackman joins the fray and knocks Hellion for a loop as well. All three men deliver a punch, each one trying to out do the first one. Jeff: Hellion has become the personal punching bag of Enigma, Jonny Johnson, and Ben Jackman! Well this is not for real Finally, Enigma and Jonny Johnson back away allowing to give Ben Jackman is final blow. Ben Jackman winds up, but Hellion ducks his knock out punch. Just as he does so, The Real Deal goes to nail Jonny from out of nowhere with a super kick, but Enigma pulls Jonny out of the way, and both Hellion and The Real Deal end up nailing Ben Jackman with a version of their super kicks. Jackman flies out of the ring, but as he does so he grabs on to Hellion Youngblood and pulls him over with him. Eliminated: Ben Jackman and Hellion Youngblood Ryu: We are down to four men! Who is it going to be. All four men are up to their feet, and eye each other one by one. Jonny looks to Enigma, Enigma looks to Jonny, and then both men look to Lonewolf and The Real Deal. The expressions on everyone’s faces are intense, that is until Jonny and Enigma break out in laughter and broad grins. Then both men wrap their arms around the ring ropes and flip themselves over the top rope, eliminating themselves from the picture. I'm wasting my time Eliminated: Jonny Johnson and Enigma. Jonny and Enigma make their way up the ramp way backwards both men smirking at The Real Deal who stands their in confusion and anger. Both men simply shrug their shoulders and head off patting each other on the back! Ryu: What was that all about? Don’t they care about the world title Jeff: (chuckling) If I know Jonny and Enigma, which I do, they definitely care about the world title, but their just going about it in their own, demoralizing way. Ryu: I don’t understand at all. Jeff: Of course you wouldn’t. The Real Deal stands in the ring staring fixed point at where Jonny and Enigma were at before they left the ring. He seems more concerned with their actions than Lonewolf. The bell sounds as Samantha walks into the ring, calling an end to this Battle Royal. Lonewolf raises his hands in victory, but the Real Deal seems occupied with thoughts in his head. Samantha: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of tonight’s Battle Royal that will go on to compete for the World Title, Lonewolf and The Real Deal!! Months went by with us pretending The fans respond with mostly cheers, but some really wanted to see either Jonny Johnson or Enigma or even both in the main event tonight. Lonewolf ascends the top ropes playing to a crowd of fans while The Real Deal just takes his leave of the ring, shooting a quick glare at Lonewolf, who catches eyes with him and the two have a brief stare down. Jeff: What an odd turn of events that Battle Royal was. I completely lost track of who was coming and going at one point in time. Ryu: But through it all, Lonewolf and The Real Deal lasted it out, but you have to wonder what the outcome would have been if Jonny and Enigma hadn’t removed themselves from the picture. Lonewolf vs. The Real Deal: World Title Match Well this is not for real Lonewolf drags Real Deal to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He bounces off the opposite side and nails Real Deal with a massive wheel kick that was directed right at Johnson’s jaw. Real Deal is struggling to get to his feet, he’s on one knee as of right now. Lonewolf is boasting. He turns to Real Deal and runs at him, driving a knee into the side of his face. He follows Josh down and keeps that knee in the side of Johnson’s face inducing even more pain.] Jeff Hansen: Lonewolf certainly knows how to capitalize. Ryu Kosi: He’s supposed to be one of the best. So he’d know a little something about that, wouldn’t he? [He grabs Johnson by the hair and brings him to his feet. He sends Johnson into the ropes, and follows. Real Deal with an Asai moonsault from off the second rope! He catches Lonewolf with a reverse DDT and drives him, headfirst, into the mat!] Ryu Kosi: Now THAT was impressive. I'm wasting my time Jeff Hansen: I can’t take away from that, that was quite the desperation move. However, they’re both down now. That had to take a lot out of them both. Ryu Kosi: Doesn’t that sort of
go without saying? [They’re both slow to their feet. Real Deal is first, however, and the crowd gets behind him. He picks Lonewolf up the rest of the way. He sends Lonewolf into the ropes and kicks him in the stomach. He hooks his arms.] Ryu Kosi: FINAL JUDGMENT!!! Jeff Hansen: NO! Lonewolf broke free, but barely!! See you waiting [Real Deal looks at Lonewolf who smiles back. Lonewolf punches Johnson in the gut, doubling him over. He stands up, and hits a DDT!] Jeff Hansen: Cover! One…Two…Thr- Ryu Kosi: NO! Johnson kicked out! That was SO CLOSE!!! Jeff Hansen: These two REALLY want it, you can tell, they just keep pressing on. [Lonewolf picks up Johnson, but Johnson shoves him into the turnbuckle. He rolls Lonewolf up! One…Two…NO!!! Lonewolf kicked out! Both men are up. Lonewolf is furious! Johnson is calm! Real Deal throws a right hand, it’s blocked! Lonewolf throws a right, it’s blocked! Johnson kicks Lonewolf in the gut… REALITY CHECK!!!] Well this is not for real Ryu Kosi: Fucking GROSS! Lonewolf was DOUBLED OVER and Johnson hit him with the Reality Check! Jeff Hansen: This HAS to be it!! Ryu Kosi: Real Deal covers… One…Two…Thre- NO!!! Lonewolf barely got a shoulder up! Real Deal is FURIOUS!! He picks Lonewolf up and places his head between the top rope and the middle rope. [Johnson has turned away from Lonewolf and is posing to the crowd, who is clamoring for the next move. He gets up on the opposite second rope and throws an arm in the air.] Jeff Hansen: ED RAYMOND!!! [Raymond had slowly walked over to Lonewolf’s position while Real Deal was posing. He picks up a chair, and sprints toward Lonewolf!! SMACK! Raymond took the chair and hit Lonewolf in the side of the face!] Ryu Kosi: Real Deal doesn’t know what happened! He was playing the crowd!! Jeff Hansen: This is really, really bad. Lonewolf is done, I think. Ryu Kosi: I think you might be right. Lonewolf can’t take much more, if any. He’s bleeding profusely now. There’s no way… I'm wasting my time [Real Deal turns around to see Lonewolf lying face down on the mat. He just shrugs. He walks over to Lonewolf, and taps him with his foot. He seems unconscious. Josh just lifts him up. He puts him in a front face lock, and motions to the crowd. Lonewolf places a right fist firmly into Johnson’s side! Johnson grabs his kidney area in pain, and Lonewolf stands on his own two feet. He haphazardly rears back…] Jeff Hansen: BIG BOOT!!! Ryu Kosi: NO!!! REAL DEAL SAW IT COMING!!! HE DUCKED!! LONEWOLF TURNS AROUND!!! Jeff Hansen & Ryu Kosi: FINAL JUDGMENT!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!! [The crowd goes APESHIT when the final bell is sounded. People are throwing things and everyone is just bouncing off the walls.] Samantha Coil: YOUR WINNER AND NEW SHOOT PROJECT CHAMPION HE IS JOSH JOHNSON, HE IS THE REAL DEAL!!!! Let's make the call The Package fades out, and the cameras return to Dutch and Eryk at ringside. Dutch Harris: That of course footage from Under Siege one year to this day, where Jonny Johnson played a part in The Real Deal winning the world title.. thus having him go on to form Instant Heat… OutKast winning the title… and well.. it’s all tied together in some confusing way. Eryk Masters: I’ll tell you something that’s not confusing though, these two have a beef, and it’s going down here tonight. The Real Deal and Jonny Johnson, one year in the making, one week to rekindle that fire!
Backstage… Moments now before his contest, Jonny Johnson, in a plain white shirt, white jeans, and his mask… a white mask, now with designs drawn in black and pink… Meaningless doodles, probably out of boredom. He is alone in his locker room, at the sink… at the sink, staring into his dressing room mirror… staring at his reflection… Sighs… sighs and looks down for a moment, mumbling to himself. Mumbling. Louder. Mumbling. Louder. Suddenly he pops straight up… looks into the mirror. The DEFILER: Wake up. He pounds his fist into the mirror, shattering it instantly. Looks at his hands… looks at his red hands and wipes them down the front of his body… down the white clothing covering his body. The DEFILER: (Into the broken mirror) Protect the balance at all costs. Confident, he nods now… Nods and starts to turn around, but… but something grabs his attention. Something in the mirror… A sheet of paper… a sheet of paper held up by a tack… posted into the wall behind him… Sees it through the shards of glass. He turns around and takes the paper from off the wall… pulling it away from the grasp of the tack. Looks… Reads it. ATTN: SHOOT PROJECT! Life have you down? Does the only answer seem to be a bullet into the head away? Do you wish you could make a difference? Do you wish you could have a say? Be important to someone, anyone? Are you afraid to take a stand? Are you lonely? We can help. Call us, toll-free, at 1-(800) 225-2623. Dedicated to us. Dedicated to you. He peers… peers at the handwriting, the lettering… the words. Peers and then throws the letter away. The DEFILER: (Pondering) When did I write that…? Shrugs and leaves the room. We now move to ringside where Dutch and Eryk have just seen what has happened backstage. They both shake their heads, seemingly lost for words to describe the situation. Dutch Harris: Folks… I have NO idea… (Shrugging) I wish I could add insight, but I really haven’t the slightest clue. Eryk Masters: (Laughing) Nor do I, Dutch… But that seems to be the Jonny theme these days. Dutch Harris: (Changing the subject folks) At any rate, we’re just a few moments or so away from what has become a rather heated rematch between both The Real Deal and The Defiler, Jonny Johnson. If you remember, last week Jonny blamed Real Deal for his problems with Ascension, for being burned, and for just about every other bad thing that has ever happened in the SHOOT Project. And… well… Real Deal took exception, Eryk. Eryk Masters: He sure did, Dutch… And he damn near KILLED Jonny in their match, taking a fairly clean victory over the former tag team champion. However, that still wasn’t enough for Jonny, who continued his tirade, yelling about the start of wars… About what this “balance” dealie is… Just ranting and raving like a mad man... And, I mean, Real Deal was all set on taking his victory and walking away until Jonny created a very interesting stipulation. Dutch Harris: Interesting doesn’t even describe it Dutch. Jonny pleaded for a rematch, vowing to leave SHOOT FOREVER if he lost. However, should he win, Josh would have to DENOUNCE his accomplishments with the organization, and get this, Eryk… “Publicly THANK Jonny Johnson”. Thank him for what, exactly? Eryk Masters: Ya know, I think this might be between Jonny and Josh, Dutch, because as far as I know… Jonny and Real Deal have more or less avoided each other through their respective stays in SHOOT. Dutch Harris: Well, I have no idea what we’re in store for tonight in this VERY bizarre story, but you have to figure that anything can and probably WILL happen. All of a sudden, the sell out crowd COMES TO ITS FEET, as “Born to Reign” by Will Smith begin to BLARE over the Viking Hall public address system! Seriously, the fans are UP IN ARMS, and it only gets LOUDER when The Real Deal makes his entrance! Dutch Harris: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD ERUPT! Real Deal, shirtless and in a pair of black wrestling shorts, makes his way down to the ring, patented shades and smirk accompanying him the same way. He looks out at the fans and slaps a few hands… Laughs, then actually, when he sees one fan holding a sign that reads. “Make Jonny your INSTANT BITCH!” Real Deal grabs the sign and holds it up in front of the camera. Real Deal: Right here, kids. (Pointing) Instant fucking bitch, Jonny. He takes the time then to pull a sharpie marker out from his boot and sign the sign for the fan. Of course the fan marks out HUGE, and cheers even louder than before! Real Deal then continues to make his way toward the ring. Dutch Harris: Bad knee or not… Real Deal looks to be in INCREDIBLE shape after what he’s been through the last couple months… I just don’t see how Jonny is going to stand half a chance. Eryk Masters: Especially after losing cleanly last week, Dutch. Though, again, with Jonny, you never know what he’s going to be able to pull out of his ass. Dutch Harris: Yeah, well what we DO KNOW is that if Jonny doesn’t “pull something out of his ass” he’s going to be out ON his ass begging for change from some yuppie back on the streets of Chicago. Because if Jonny doesn’t win… He’s gone! Real Deal makes his way up the steps now and climbs into the ring, fireworks flying off in every direction! He poses for the fans, and then whips his sunglasses off, throwing them into the crowd! HUGE POP for that, and Real Deal IS PUMPED! He begins hopping around, loosening up, staring back toward the curtains. Lights out. The lights die down quickly, and the entire Viking Hall is left cloaked in darkness. This immediately triggers a bit of a “Boo” from the audience, which then escelates. “Hope is illusion...” The voice and then SPOTLIGHT ON, guitar lift blaring! The boos grow louder, as “Slow Burn” by David Bowie begins to play, signaling the arrival of a rather unpopular individual. Jonny Johnson slowly pushes through the curtains, walking with a bit of a limp yet, though not NEARLY as bad as last week. He hears quite a few boos, and jeers from this crowd, but he ignores them… Used to it from over the years. He keeps his eyes on Real Deal the entire stride down, watching as Real Deal stares back at his blood stained clothing. He smiles inside the mask… not that anyone can see, but you can tell… Tell by the way he watches the world. Dutch Harris: One fucked up individual, Eryk. Eryk Masters: Heh… you can say that again. Jonny continues to make his way to the ring, climbing up the steps… limping slowly before ducking under the top rope. No pyro or posing for him… He just immediately begins circling the ring. The music then dies down and referee Brian Daniels waists no time signaling for the bell. The fans begin to ROAR, as Real Deal and Jonny lock eyes… each one with his own little smirk… each one with his own little twinge of respect for the other… Each with a burning desire to win. Dutch Harris: It’s deafening in here right now Eryk… Two icons of this industry about to go at it with A LOT at stake. Eryk Masters: Man, and this isn’t even the MAIN EVENT yet? (Shaking his head) Can you imagine what this place is going to be like for Carver and Enigma? Jesus… Dutch Harris: Electric, Eryk. Simply electric. The two men begin to circle each other… circle slowly… VERY slowly, staring into one another’s eyes… planning, plotting… Figuring the other one out… Circling… inching closer… closer… going into grapple… And then Jonny just suddenly drops down and rolls out of the ring. The fans REALLY let Jonny have it (BOOOOOOOO!!!), and Real Deal shakes his head and glares. Shakes his head, while Jonny stands still on the outside. A couple of fans shout at him close by… tap him on the shoulder, but he simply inches out of the way and ignores them… gives his entire focus to the man in the ring. Dutch Harris: I have no idea what this is supposed to accomplish Eryk. Rolling out of the ring is usually reserved for those making an escape… but nothing even happened. Not even the opening grapple. Eryk Masters: It’s Jonny, Dutch… which means this is probably some kind of game to him… some kind of way to show that he’s in control and not Real Deal. Daniels begins to make the mandatory ten count, which doesn’t seem to faze Jonny in the least bit. In fact, he actually waits until around seven or eight to poke his head back inside the ring. This, of course, immediately draws Real Deal over toward him. Wisely, Jonny backs up out of the way, while Daniels holds Josh back. Real Deal wants none of that though, and pushes Daniels off to the side, moving back toward the ropes. Jonny’s ready though, and grabs Real Deal by the ankles and YANKS him right out of the ring! He pulls pretty hard and Real Deal bumps to the outside pretty damn hard! Jonny then slides back into the ring where he stands watching Josh slowly get back up to his feet. (BOOO!!) Heat from the crowd ensues. Dutch Harris: Very rare mental mistake for Real Deal there, Eryk… Eryk Masters: Yeah, but considering the magnitude of this contest and the natural fire that Real Deal brings with him to the ring… You’d think he might be a bit anxious to get in the first bit of offence, which Jonny just used to his advantage. Dutch Harris: Perhaps setting the tone early then, eh? Eryk Masters: Absolutely. Jonny knows the only way he can win is with flawless execution. I mean, the guy has internal and external injuries that would KILL most people, and he’s out here wrestling. So yeah, Dutch. He’s setting the tone because it’s the only hope he has of winning. Daniels makes a ten count on Real Deal now, while Jonny watches on… lord knows with what kind of expression on his face. Real Deal grabs at his back and tries to shake it off, before sliding back into the ring at Daniels’s count of SEVEN. Real Deal is hesitant, but Jonny hangs back this time, allowing him to get situated. Josh is all the way up at his feet now, and again both men lock eyes in a stare down. The noise from the crowd picks up, and Viking Hall ERUPTS once again… While Jonny and Josh now slowly circle each other another time. Neither man wants to make a mistake, and their intensity is absolutely mind blowing. You can see it in Josh’s eyes… Feel it in Jonny’s body… Both men circle again… the crowd ROARING… REAL LOUD now... Moving in… And then moving back… Circling toward the ring ropes, Josh seeming to almost be “cornering” Jonny… Moving in again… And this time Jonny flips over the top rope! (BOOOOOO!!!) The crowd starts to get restless, and Real Deal is visibly… well… he doesn’t look at all pleased. However, he doesn’t allow himself to make the same mistake twice, and, even though he’d love to just go beat the hell out of Jonny, stays back and lets the referee do his job. Dutch Harris: Jonny won’t be winning anyone over with this kind of crap… Go in and fight like a man, Damnit… What a fucking coward. Eryk Masters: Dutch, chill man… Jonny’s doing what he has to do, and even though you and I may sit here and absolutely HATE it… You have to give the man props where they are deserved. He obviously has a game plan and is trying to stick to it. Jonny on the outside now, and Daniels makes it to a count of five… Five and Real Deal is holding himself back. “SIX” now from Daniels, but Jonny seems in no hurry. With the guard railing being as close as it is, with Viking Hall not quite as large as other venues… the fans are A LOT closer, which comes into play as one angry fan reaches out and actually grabs a hold of Jonny by the shoulder. Jonny turns his attention away from Real Deal and toward the fan, getting into some kind of argument, all the while giving Real Deal his first opening of the contest! Josh is quick to take it too! Without hesitating Josh springs off the ropes at uses his momentum to propel himself ALL THE WAY OVER the top rope, attacking with a SUICIDE DIVE! However, at the last instance, Jonny turns from the fan and guides Josh FACE FIRST into the STEEL GUARDRAILING! Real Deal crashes HARD, rolls over on to his back, and begins kicking in pain on the floor. Jonny simply looks down at Josh and shakes his head, before sliding back inside the ring. The fans are simply not digging Jonny’s methodical style and make sure to let him know it! “BOOOOO!!!” Dutch Harris: A planned argument with the fan, Eryk? He’s really pulling out all the stops isn’t he. Eryk Masters: Jonny’s a smart wrestler… and whether you love the guy or hate him, he knows his opponents well. This is pay-per-view, and Jonny knows that Real Deal lives for this kind of atmosphere. Knows, Dutch, that he will pull out all the stops… And right now, Jonny is seemingly one step ahead of the SHOOT Project hall-of-famer. Real Deal again struggles on the outside, but not for long, managing to shake off the pain, and slide back into the ring. But unlike before… He is NOT going to wait, and this seems to catch Jonny by surprise. Real Deal STORMS at Jonny now, who can only do his best to back away… Real Deal doesn’t let down though and backs Jonny into the corner, sick of this bullshit. Jonny, though, grabs referee Brian Daniels, who in turn tells Josh to back off as they reach the turnbuckles. Josh tries to push past Daniels, but Jonny is quick to reach in and blind him momentarily with a rake to the eyes. The Defiler then hops up onto the second rope and flips himself over Daniels, grabbing a hold of the back of Josh’s neck, landing down with a pretty sneaky BLOCKBUSTER! Dutch Harris: Blockbuster from Jonny after a rake to the eyes… and man oh man… You were right Eryk… Jonny is using every bit of momentum from the Real Deal against him. Jonny is up, though rather gingerly… He grabs at his back and his sides, obviously feeling the effects of his high risk maneuver. He doesn’t make a big deal of it though and stalks over toward Real Deal’s body. Eryk Masters: Jonny seeming to still show the effects of his burning a month ago… And you have to figure his offense will be VERY limited. Dutch Harris: Will be very interesting to see what he does from here with Josh clearly down for the time being. Jonny waits behind Josh now, who seems a bit groggy after the surprise blockbuster attack from Jonny just moments ago. Real Deal slowly gets up, and as he does so, Jonny quickly attacks from behind and locks Josh into a headlock. He then runs with Real Deal as though attempting a running bull dog, leaps up off the mat, propels himself off the nearby turnbuckle… Torques himself back around and connects with a nearly perfect SPRING BOARD BULLDOG! The fans let out a rather surprised (OOOH!), but Jonny comes back up off the mat, in A LOT of pain! He grabs at his back now… and is visually pained… Let’s out a few muffled curse words and storms around the ring. Dutch Harris: I think Jonny is realizing how limited he may actually be… Eryk Masters: Yeah… I don’t know how else to explain the springboard bull dog attempt… It looks like he was just trying to see what he was actually capable of… Very strange of Jonny… but perhaps deep down inside, he’s not as changed as we’d like to think. Jonny continues to curse, and makes his way back over toward Real Deal… Josh, though, having had an extra moment or two to rest is able to sneak up and grab a hold of Jonny! ROLL UP and Daniels is down for the COVER! ONE! TWO!! THR… Jonny is JUST up at two, and this crowd is back to life along with Real Deal! Jonny then turns back around and tries to rush at the still fallen Josh! Real Deal, though, in a payback fashion, uses Jonny’s errant behavior against HIM! As Jonny charges, Real Deal applies a drop toe hold and then torques his body as to send Jonny straight into the middle ring rope off to the side! Jonny’s head bounces off FAST, and he tumbles over backward, the victim of a NASTY case of whiplash! Jonny’s momentum drives him out of the ring and to the floor, giving Josh his first taste of control in this contest! Real Deal shakes off any remaining cobwebs and gets to his feet, ready to capitalize. He slides out of the ring, opposite end of Jonny and tells Samantha Coil, sitting at the ringside to kindly move. Samantha scurries out of the way and Josh grabs her chair! He folds it up and stalks on the outside back over toward Jonny! The fans are CHEERING BIG TIME now, as Josh seems ready to kill Jonny! Dutch Harris: Perfectly legal on the outside… This is NOT where Jonny wanted to be! Eryk Masters: Josh will kill him… OH GOD… Jonny… You’re fucking DEAD dude! Josh moves closer, about five feet away and raises the chair up over his head! Jonny, with his back turned, starts to turn around and Josh BRING THE CHAIR DOWN! Jonny DUCKS though, and Josh ends up smacking the shit out of the railing… Dutch Harris: Jonny mov… Apparently Real Deal isn’t content with missing, and in one motion, Josh brings the chair back up, though and spins around, LAMBLASTING, DEAR GOD LAMBLASTING Jonny right OVER THE FUCKING HEAD!!! The fans are INSANE right now, even chanting HOLY SHIT at what was probably the sickest chair shot in the history of professional wrestling! Dutch Harris: OH GOD FUCKING GOD! Eryk Masters: JONNY is DEAD! WOW! Real Deal hovers over Jonny and raises the chair over his head with one arm, posing for the all the fans watching on! “REAL FUCKIN DEAL! REAL FUCKIN DEAL!” The fans chant continues, and Josh finally throws the chair on the ground. He picks Jonny up and hurls him back into the ring. Dutch Harris: Well… nothing changes the momentum of a contest quite like an ultra sic chair shot the skull, Eryk. Eryk Masters: Nope. Real Deal follows back into the ring behind Jonny now, and begins to taunt him. Jonny can barely make it up on his hands, and squirms across the ring, followed closely behind at all times by Josh. Jonny tugs at the ring ropes and tries to pull himself up… Actually manages to get his knees, while Real Deal continues to TAUNT and belittle him the entire time! Jonny eventually pulls himself up, and Real Deal slaps his right leg, signaling for the REALITY CHECK, which the fans eat up! (HOORAY!!!) Jonny groggily turns around and Real Deal charges at him with his version of the super kick! However, Jonny, whether on purpose, or simply by falling back down, dodges the blow and rolls haplessly to the floor again! (BOOOOOO!!!) Fans really wanted the Reality Check, and let Jonny know that they are not fond of his antics. Eryk Masters: You know… the fans are booing, and I understand why, but I’m not entirely sure that Jonny did that completely by chance… I mean… the guy came into this running on next to nothing… and after the whiplash and chair shot… You gotta believe he’s turning into sludge right before our eyes. Jonny lies motionless on his back on the outside… His breathing heavy… stomach moving up and down at a torrid pace… Real Deal simply shakes his head and follows him to the outside, realizing that Jonny has no idea what he did or what is happening. Daniels, at this point in time, has pretty much stopped trying to make a ten count, understanding that this is one of those matches where you bend the rules a bit. Josh on the outside hoists Jonny up off the ground, but suddenly, Jonny lifts his arm up and connects with a LOW BLOW! (BOOOOO!!!) Real Deal falls back a bit and Jonny manages to muster up just enough strength to grab Josh by the head and SLAM HIM face first into the STEEL GUARD RAIL! Josh falls back a bit, while Jonny… well, while Jonny ducks under the ring apron and actually disappears under the ring. Dutch Harris: You have GOT to be kidding me… Eryk Masters: I don’t think Jonny has a clue to be honest… He’s just acting on instinct now. Real Deal is able to gather his baring rather quickly, but turns around only to find that Jonny is NOWHERE to be seen! He lifts up the apron and looks underneath, hoping to get an idea of where he might have run off too, but sees nothing. Meanwhile, Jonny sneaks out on the side that Josh hit him with the chair earlier. He actually grabs the chair himself this time… Grabs the chair, but ducks down along side the apron, clutching at his side. Real Deal, still oblivious to where Jonny is, steps back into the ring, not about to get himself in a wild goose chase. He stands there for a moment, until he realizes the fans are fairly loud for a stalemate… At the same time, Jonny’s head pops up from the side of the apron, and Real Deal sees him. Dutch Harris: Heh… Jonny has no idea Real Deal is in the ring. Eryk Masters: (Laughing) He will soon enough. Real Deal silently moves over toward the ring ropes, seeing Jonny with his arms clutching at his side. Real Deal smirks and shakes his head… Eryk Masters: What do you think he has in store for Jonny? The Defiler’s a SITTING DUCK! Real Deal moves closer, but WHAM! Jonny brings the chair back over his head and CRACKS THE HELL OUT OF REAL DEAL’S SKULL!!! Real Deal falls back to the mat, and AGAIN, Jonny has seemingly bought himself another chance at survival. Dutch Harris: And Real Deal down as Jonny gets a little bit of revenge, and Eryk… We’re seeing a COMPLETELY different strategy from Jonny this time around… He seems to know that he can’t wrestle with Josh, and so… and so he’s compensating by doing everything he can to simply survive. Eryk Masters: And there’s something about it that kinda creeps you out… How do you beat a guy who just won’t seem to die? Jonny throws the chair down almost in disgust and slides back into the ring. He doesn’t attempt any other attacks, and simply plops himself over Real Deal for a pin fall attempt! ONE! TWO! Real Deal is up fairly easily at two after the sloppy cover from Jonny! Jonny back up, waiting for Real Deal… Real Deal turns around and Jonny brings him down again, but this time with a clothesline! Jonny takes a moment or two to try and catch his breath before plopping forward with ANOTHER pin fall attempt! ONE! Real Deal up even before two, and the fans start to clap, getting behind Josh as much as they can! Jonny is still very weak, while Josh seems to be healing much more quickly! Dutch Harris: The fans trying to bring Josh back to life! Jonny’s adrenaline is wearing out, as evident by his slow recovery… And this may be the time for Josh to gain back the control! Jonny tries to lift Real Deal up, but Josh springs up and pushes Jonny’s hands out of the way! He then begins throwing a series of right hands, HAMMERING Jonny back into the corner! Rights, and more rights until Jonny has nowhere else to move! Real Deal then EXPLODES with a knife-edge chop (WOOO!) to the TENDER skin of Jonny’s chest! AND THEN ANOTHER (WOO!) AND ANOTHER (WOOOO!) Josh WHIPS Jonny into the other turnbuckle and Jonny bounces HARD, CHEST FIRST, and stumbles backward back toward Real Deal. Real Deal hooks into Jonny, hoists and CONNECTS with a disgusting looking GERMAN SUPLEX! It looks like the back of Jonny’s head actually BOUNCES off the mat, and Jonny rolls over on to his stomach! Real Deal, the look of a killer in his eyes, waists no time, and locks in an ELEVATED HALF CRAB! Eryk Masters: (Pained) OUCH! That is a NASTY MOVE, and the perfect way to counter the Demoralization Process… See, Josh actually has his foot on the back of Jonny’s head, causing even more pressure to be placed on the spine, neck and back… And if Real Deal weakens those body parts enough, Jonny will be unable to apply the spin and torque necessary to make the Demoralization Process have its full effect. Dutch Harris: Gotta love the psychology from the Real Deal, Eryk. Real Deal tells the referee to “Ask him”, but Jonny refuses, saying “no” the entire time. Finally, Real Deal simply lets go… Lets go and watches Jonny whimper in pain! Real Deal: Enough of this bullshit! (To the crowd) LET’S GO! Real Deal slaps his leg, once again signaling for the REALITY CHECK! Jonny, this time is nowhere near the ropes… not going to be able to escape this time! The fans start clapping… cheering… chanting loudly… Waiting for this somewhat bizarre contest to end! Dutch Harris: REALITY CHECK TIME! Eryk Masters: I LIKE IT! Jonny slowly gets up… his body WRACKED it pain… gets up and starts to turn around… feels something… something odd, though… Wind… a breeze… SHIT! At the last second Jonny DUCKS AGAIN and the fans BOOOO THE HELL OUT OF HIM! Dutch Harris: HE AVOIDED IT AGAIN! HOW?! Eryk Masters: No idea… I have no idea how Jonny continues to avoid the fatal blows. The fans continue boo, and Josh grabs at his leg… Something’s wrong… Dutch Harris: Is… Josh grabbing at the leg? Is… Yeah. He’s grabbing at that right leg. Eryk Masters: Shit… he must have tweaked it after that last Reality Check attempt… That was the knee that Chris Davis nearly shattered a few months back… The doctors said he was at 100%… but… This is really weird, Dutch. Josh hobbles a bit, back turned toward Jonny, trying to work the kink out… But he starts to limp a bit… kicks his leg… hops on his left, kicking his right… Meanwhile, Jonny, who has somehow found a way to stay alive in this one, turns his attention back to the Real Deal… who has seemingly stopped paying attention. Dutch Harris: Real Deal still trying to work out his issues with the knee… But Jonny’s up… and… Eryk Masters: DEMORALIZATION PROCESS!!! Jonny locks in the chicken wing… but it doesn’t last long, as Josh is able to muster enough upper body strength, to hurl him off of his shoulders and through the middle ropes and back outside! The fans POP with a nice CHEER, while the referee Brian Daniels moves over to begin making the ten count. Dutch Harris: Real Deal still having issues with that knee… Eryk Masters: Talk about your fluke accidents… Man… hopefully Real Deal can work out of this… Real Deal continues to shake his leg, when suddenly the fans stand up, looking around with frenzies glances! Dutch Harris: Huh? What in the HELL? All of a sudden, two men from jump up over the railing… One of them rushes into the ring, while the other hops up on the ring apron! The referee is looking out at Jonny and has no idea what is going on, nor does Real Deal, who is facing away from the action still trying to fix that knee! Eryk Masters: What the fuck is going on… who… that’s… Before Eryk can finish his sentence, the man in the ring RUSHES at Real Deal low, connecting on a CHOP BLOCK straight into that right knee! Real Deal falls IMMEDIATELY, desperately grabbing on to that leg… Tossing around in MAJOR PAIN! THE CROWD CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! (BOOOOO!!!!!!!) Dutch Harris: NO!!!! WHAT THE HELL!?? THAT’S… That’s CADE GONZALES!!!! But… But why? And… who the hell is… YOU’RE KIDDING ME??? The other man, on the apron, climbs to the top rope and looks down solemnly at Josh before LEAPING off and flipping in midair, landing down with a Harlem Hangover type leg drop! Dutch Harris: DEAR GOD!!! FLIPSIDE!!! FLIPSIDE!!! THAT’S WARREN PEACE… FLIPSIDE ON THE REAL DEAL BUT WHY!?? Eryk Masters: It all happened so quick and the referee has no idea! What the fucking hell is this all about!??! Both men escape as quickly as they came in, the fans ANGRY AND OUTRAGED!!! (BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!) Peace and Gonzales simply exit the way they came in, hopping back over the guardrails and disappearing into the crowds. Brian Daniels, who was administering the ten count, has no idea what just happened, but out of habit turns around and sees the Real Deal heaped over in a crippled mess! He stops the count, and looks around… but sees nothing, and immediately attends to Real Deal… Josh screams out in pain, clutching desperately at that right leg! Dutch Harris: This can’t be happening. Real Deal worked MONTHS to get back into this shape… and it looks like Cade Gonzales and Warren Peace just ruined that for him… C’MON JOSH STAY ALIVE!!! COME ON! Jonny Johnson has gotten back to his feet and makes his way into the ring… He sees Josh grabbing at his knee… Sees Josh reeling in pain… He violently pushes Daniels out of the way and grabs Josh by the legs… grabs him back and pulls him toward the center of the ring! He then attempts some sort of leg lock maneuver, but Josh kicks him away with his left leg! Jonny flies backward face first into the top turnbuckle and Josh tries to push himself back up! Dutch Harris: LOOK AT HIM FIGHT BACK!!! I think he can do it! Eryk Masters: This thing just gets stranger and stranger, but listen to these fans! Josh pushes himself upward, and makes it to his feet!!! The fans erupt! Josh tries to hobble over toward Jonny, but the DEFILER turns around and EXPLODES with a running drop kick DIRECTLY INTO THE RIGHT KNEE! Dutch Harris: NOOO!!! Real Deal is in SERIOUS pain now, and Jonny looms over him… He looms over and waists no time locking in a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! The emphasis is on the right knee, and both men are directly in the center of the ring! Dutch Harris: C’mon REAL DEAL! NOT LIKE THIS! Eryk Masters: Jonny has it locked in! It’s unbelievable!! Jonny pulls back HARD and Real Deal screams in pain! Pulls back HARDER… MORE PAIN! The referee checks! “NOOO!” Real Deal will NOT give in… But Jonny pulls back HARDER AND HARDER… Dutch Harris: Fight it REAL DEAL! FIGHT IT! Jonny pulls back ONE MORE TIME and Real Deal lets out one of the most horrid screams of ALL TIME, and the fans gasp as they hear a LOUD POP and a CRACK! Josh then falls back, unconscious. Dutch Harris: Oh my god. Eryk Masters: This can’t be happening… The hold is still locked in, with Jonny ruthlessly pulling back, but there is no response from Josh… the referee checks in… Asks for a response. “JOSH? JOSH? HOW ABOUT IT? JOSH?” The referee suddenly shakes his head and waves toward Samantha Coil! “RING THE BELL! RING IT!” DING! DING! DING! DING! Samantha Coil: The referee has ruled that the Real Deal can NO LONGER CONTINUE, and so… the winner of this contest… by a result of SUBMISSION…. THE DEFILER… JONNY JOHNSON! Dutch Harris: NOOOO!!! Eryk Masters: I can’t believe it… The bell sounds, and the fans are LIVID! (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!) They begin shouting, screaming, BOOOING more… and MORE!! In the ring, Jonny simply rolls over… rolls over and out of the ring… his face void of expression due to the mask… His body filled with nothingness. “Slow Burn” begins to play, and Jonny just walks away… walks away, refusing to as much as LOOK at the fallen Real Deal. Walks away knowing… knowing he won… Knowing he… knowing the… Knowing
it wouldn’t be over.
Cade Gonzalez heads through the backstage halls, in search of his two partners for the match that will go down in just a few short moments. As he continues to walk, Maverick and Dave Marz approach him instead. Maverick: Cade, what… what was that all about man? Cade looks at Maverick and just shakes his head with a smile. Cade Gonzalez: Don’t worry about it, all right. Just something I needed to do. He pats both Maverick and Marz on the back now joining them in walking back towards the ring area. Cade Gonzalez: Right now though, what we do need to worry about is taking care of Ascension, and keeping all of them from being the First Monday Night Champion. Dave Marz: That’s the kind of talk I like to hear. With that the three men head off down the hall and the cameras return ringside to a very excited Viking Hall crowd! Dutch Harris: Under Siege is turning out to be quite the night, and what’s in store next may very well send this thing to new HEIGHTS. Eryk Masters: Nice stupid pun, Harris. But even I’m going to overlook it due to the fact that I love Ladder matches and I love watching people cause a each other a lot of pain… and it’ll all go down in this match. Now before you can say anything else stupid, let’s start this sucker off right! “Mint” by Nonpoint starts up now and the fans begin to go wild. Samantha Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is a six man tag Ladder match and it is to crown once and for all THE MONDAY NIGHT CHAMPION!! The crowd is on their feet now as Cade Gonzalez steps out heading down the aisle way leading to the ring. Samantha Coil: Introducing first, from team one, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, here is Cade Gonzalez! Gonzalez reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. He looks out to the crowd then flips himself over the top rope landing on his feet inside of the ring. This showboat move receives another additional pop. Gonzalez looks up above him to see the Monday Night Title hanging high overhead. He turns his attention to the entryway however as “Frantic” by Metallica picks up now, giving way to the Heavyweight Luchador. The fans continue to cheer, not as loudly, but still Maverick receives a warm welcome as he heads out towards the ring. Samantha Coil: And the next competitor for the first team… he is weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds. He is the Heavyweight Luchador; ladies and gentlemen here is Maverick!!! Maverick slides into the ring to join Cade now the two men butting chests and then slapping hands with one another. Maverick then begins to pace about the ring… but no one can ignore the fans wild cheers as suddenly “Mistakes” by Godsmack sounds throughout Viking Hall. Dutch Harris: And I think we have the fan’s pick for this first team… Here comes Die Hard Dave Marz! Eryk Masters: Ah so what, he’s nothing special. Dutch Harris: This title belongs to him and you know it Eryk… but he’s been put through so many hoops its not even funny. Eryk Masters: Boo friggin hoo… cry me a river, Dutch. Dave Marz heads to the ring now, the fans really getting behind him. He slaps hands with some of the ones who are nearest to the aisle way, but his focus is on the ring, and more importantly the Monday Night Title hanging high above. Marz stops at the side of the ring and suddenly flips the ring apron up. From out from under the ring, Marz slowly pulls a ladder out and the fans go nuts. Samantha Coil: And the final member of the first team, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… here is “Die Hard” Dave Marz!!! Marz slides the ladder into the ring leaving it folded up and on the mat. He then joins his two teammates and all three men meet center of the ring, talking over game plan or something. Dutch Harris: This is going to be quite the match and there is already a ladder in the ring… no doubt in my mind, this is going to get intense. The arena comes to a slight silence, but the silence converts into all out boos of disgust and hatred as the lights dim, and [Ascension’s Music] starts to play. The lights come up with a huge blast of red pyros and there standing at the entryway are all three men of Ascension. Samantha Coil: And there opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of Eight Hundred and Forty Three Pounds… here is Ben Jackman and the Tag Team Champions Azraith DeMitri and Greyson Blade; Pure Evil…. Together they are Ascension! Eryk Masters: That’s the team, Dutch… they’re sick and they’re dead on focus. The Dark Horses and Dave Marz are going to have trouble against this team known as Ascension. Dutch Harris: But you can’t rule out the trouble Ascension has apparently been having. Just last week we saw them take out Cronos Diamante, apparently finding him weak and not needed. Who’s to say they don’t turn on each other tonight in want for that Monday Night Title! Eryk Masters: … well same goes for the other team then… Dutch. Dutch Harris: I didn’t say it didn’t. Before Masters can respond somehow, the three members of Ascension quickly rush toward the ring, Blade further ahead of the other two men. As they do, Marz, Maverick, and Cade all bounce off the far ropes and baseball slide into the ladder that was brought into the ring. The ladder quickly flies out of the ring and nails Blade in the face. Blade falls down and Jackman and DeMitri slide into the ring on the side… Jackman going after Marz, while DeMitri hooks up with Gonzalez. Maverick heads out of the ring and goes to work on Blade, pummeling with him closed right fists. Referee Scott Kamura signals for the bell, but at the same time tries to gain control of an already chaotic match. Kamura breaks up the exchange of fists between DeMitri and Gonzalez, while Jackman gets the upper hand on Marz, knocking him into the corner and following up with a vicious clothesline! Dutch Harris: And looks like order is being quickly brought to this match, and that’s probably a good thing. Eryk Masters: But I doubt its going to last, Dutch… it’s a Ladder Match, man… order doesn’t belong in this kind of fight. Jackman and Marz become the legal men now as DeMitri and Gonzalez go off into different corners. Maverick however continues to fight with Blade on the outside, throwing him into the steel guard railing that lines the aisle way. Blade is down outside of the ring, and Marz is down inside of the ring. Jackman grabs Marz by the neck and head and pulls him up to his feet. He whips Marz into the ropes and as Marz comes bouncing back Jackman just plants him into the mat with an angry man spine buster. Marz rolls around in pain and Jackman capitalizes stomping down hard on the fallen Marz. Jackman leaves the ring now and grabs the ladder that came into contact with Blade’s face earlier, he tosses it up and over the top rope, causing it to land on a slant inside the ring; part of the ladder remaining on the rope. Jackman slides back into the ring and moves over to Marz who pulls himself up to his feet via the far ropes. Jackman pulls Marz all the way up to his feet and scoops him up into a vertical scoop slam position. Jackman runs towards the ladder now but as he goes to slam Marz into the ladder, Marz slides over and behind Jackman. Dutch Harris: And Marz gets out of that one, but just barely! Jackman stops his momentum immediately and turns around. Marz quickly nails him with a kick to the stomach. Jackman slumps forward and Marz hooks him into a suplex set up position. Marz makes a one hundred and eighty degree turn and quickly executes a snap suplex to Ben Jackman, sending him onto the ladder. Jackman comes into full contact with the steel and springs off of it and onto the mat. The ladder slides off the ropes as well, landing completely in the ring now. The fans cheer as Marz now takes control of the match. Marz turns to the corner now, looking to his partners. He starts to move to make a tag to Gonzalez, but DeMitri rushes the ring now, nailing Marz from behind with a double axe handle smash. Marz falls to one knee and DeMitri grabs him by the lower back and upper back of the neck and just throws him out of the ring. Gonzalez doesn’t stand for this and comes into the ring throwing lefts and rights at DeMitri yet again. Gonzalez swings DeMitri into the ropes and as DeMitri comes bouncing back, Gonzalez nails a high flipping drop kick that sends DeMitri onto the mat. Gonzalez rolls out of the ring and flips up another side of the ring apron, and starts to pull out another ladder. Eryk Masters: Two ladders, we’ve got two ladders! I’m going to make a bet that by the time this match comes to an end, there will be AT LEAST six ladders some how involved in this match. Dutch Harris: Well it is a ladder match; so any and all ladders used are legal. But what is Cade doing with this… well looks to be about ten-foot tall ladder. Eryk Masters: Maybe he’s going for the belt. Gonzalez keeps the ladder on the outside now, setting it up right by the ring post. After he sets it up he slides back into the ring, but Kamura gets in his face shouting at him that he’s not the legal man! Gonzalez tries to go after DeMitri who is getting to his feet, but it of no use… and Gonzalez is forced back into his corner. Jackman rolls about in pain, holding his back, trying to build his strength back up as he tries to get to his feet. Outside of the ring Maverick has Blade at his disposal, whipping him back and forth between the guardrails. The fans count along with each time Blade hits the railing and as they reach number ten, Maverick instead of whipping him into the guardrail, nails his patented somersault body attack into neck breaker combo. All together the fans shout out: EL REBELE!!! Maverick leaps up to his feet and now starts toward the ring. In the meantime DeMitri is up to his feet and sees Maverick coming, he slides out of the ring and hides around one of the corners of the ring. Dutch Harris: Well Maverick has seemingly put out Greyson Blade for the time being, but I don’t think he knows what’s waiting for him around the corner. Eryk Masters: That’s why Ascension is going to walk away with this thing! They’re sneaky and vicious! DeMitri sets up on the outside as Maverick reaches the ring and nails Maverick with a driving running knee lift. Maverick falls backwards and as DeMitri goes to pull the ladder out of the ring… Gonzalez runs into the ring yet again and flips himself over the top rope, going for a Seynton dive. DeMitri gets however pushes the ladder up into the air and Gonzalez nails it hard, crashing down to the mat. The fans boo DeMitri as he starts to kick at Gonzalez now, doing whatever it takes to keep him and Maverick out of action. Jackman inside the ring is up to his feet, with Marz rolling back into the ring after he was carelessly tossed out of it by DeMitri. The two lunge at each other, and the first tie up of the match commences. Jackman easily powers down on Marz, having the clear weight advantage and tosses him into the corner. Marz comes running back however and nails Jackman with a hard-hitting clothesline. Jackman sways a bit, but doesn’t fall, and Marz brings him down with a quick neck snap. Jackman grabs the back of his neck now, and Marz gives himself some time to go for the title. He pulls the ladder back inside of the ring completely and sets it up under the belt. Dutch Harris: This could be it right here, Marz being smart and going for the title as soon as possible. Marz starts to climb the ladder now, the fans starting to show their excitement through cheers as Marz moves up rung by rung. DeMitri gets back into the ring however and turns his back to the ladder, scooping up Marz up onto his shoulders and drives him down onto the mat via a jackknife powerbomb! Kamura gives a last warning to DeMitri who just smiles with an evil grin and finally returns to his corner. Jackman gets up to his feet now, still rubbing his neck a bit, and turns to see Marz down and out, and the ladder set up. Jackman nods his head, but instead of climbing up the ladder, he folds it back up and drops it down onto the mat. Jackman then exits the ring, and pushes the timekeeper away from his spot, grabbing his chair. During this time, Gonzalez and Maverick both slowly begin to get up to their feet, making their way back into their corner. Eryk Masters: Jackman now bringing in more steel, this time in the form of a chair… SOMEONE’S GONNA START BLEEDING SOON! Dutch Harris: I’m going to have to agree with you there. Jackman slides back into the ring, and DeMitri argues with Kamura to distract him from Jackman. The ploy works and Jackman waits for Marz to get to his feet. Marz slowly does and Jackman swings at him with the chair. Jackman connects with a sick swing to the head, nearly decapitating Marz all together. Marz falls down but as he does so, his hands outstretches onto the ropes. Jackman ditches the chair now as Kamura turns around, and instead picks up the ladder. He rushes with the ladder on his shoulder towards the corner in which Marz fell into, but as he does so, Gonzalez makes the tag in via the outstretched hand and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. Jackman quickly changes his focus to Gonzalez, running at him with the ladder… Gonzalez however avoids the attack, RUNNING across THE length of the ladder being held by Jackman!!! As he reaches the end, Gonzalez jumps off, pushing the ladder to a more vertical standing position. The ladder flies out of Jackman’s hand and Gonzalez brings it down back to a horizontal position and as Jackman turns around, Gonzalez spears Jackman with the ladder, wedging him into the corner! Dutch Harris: LOOK AT THAT INNOVATION! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SOMETHING LIKE THAT BEFORE! Eryk Masters: Now it’s time for me to agree with you… Gonzalez my hat off to you on that one! Dutch Harris: Jackman just speared into that corner by the ladder after Gonzalez pulled an amazing counter… and now Marz finally gets to take a breath while Gonzalez goes to work on Jackman. Eryk Masters: This match just kicked up, but it’s looking to be a two on three here, as Greyson Blade quickly became a non-factor in this bout. Maverick cheers on Gonzalez from the outside all the while checking on his teammate in Dave Marz. Gonzalez pulls Jackman from the corner now and begins to nail him with a series of chops now, working Jackman into the ropes. He then swings Jackman into the ropes, and as Jackman comes back, Gonzalez leaps at him and takes him down with a flying head scissors bull-dog. The fans are more than impressed with Gonzalez now as takes to the skies going into the corner. However next to the corner is the ladder he set up and Gonzalez doesn’t hesitate to go up even higher! Dutch Harris: He’s going way up top now, and given Cade’s amazing Aerial skills, this is going to be impressive. Gonzalez works his way up to the top of the ladder, but DeMitri starts walking towards that corner catching Gonzalez’s eye. Gonzalez turns to DeMitri and just points his finger at him, Kamura getting into the mix as well. During the stall period Jackman sits up, apparently shaking off any and all pain as he rises to his feet. He steps out of the ring, onto the ring apron and climbs up the ladder as well. Gonzalez notices and turns to drive a punch down onto Jackman’s head. Jackman blocks and delivers a left hook of his own. Gonzalez reels, almost falling off the ladder, but Jackman grabs him by the neck with his right hand, and then his left hand. He begins to choke Gonzalez on the top of that ladder outside of the ring. Dutch Harris: And the illegal choke on Jackman’s behalf. Eryk Masters: He’s outside the ring, everything and anything is legal there… so Jackman is being a smart fighter now. Jackman continues to move up the ladder, his grip around Gonzalez’s neck becoming tighter and tighter. Jackman reaches the near top of the ladder, standing face to face with Gonzalez, choking him. He takes one more step up to the second to the last rung, and hoists Gonzalez up off the ladder a bit. He looks down from the ladder and smiles with sick pleasure as he eyes the ring post below him and slightly away from the ladder. He hoists Gonzalez up even further and with once forceful toss he sends Gonzalez away from him and Gonzalez crashes down onto the corner post, nailing his upper back and neck area and just twisting off the post and falling onto the mat!!! Dutch Harris: DAMN… SOMEONE CHECK ON CADE!!! Eryk Masters: That was truly sick, his body snapped at like three different points as Jackman has just destroyed Cade with that double choke overhead throw!! Dutch Harris: And listen to these fans chanting Holy Shit… and the boos sounding as well… Jackman welcomes the boos and the chants as he stands on top of the ladder. He makes his way down now and turns to DeMitri who applauds with approval. Gonzalez lies motionless outside of the ring, and the para-medics quickly moves down the ramp way to tend to what possibly could be a very serious injury. Jackman moves into the corner now tagging in DeMitri who quickly goes after an oncoming Maverick. Maverick and DeMitri lock up now, as both men try to over power the other. Eryk Masters: Well no legal tag was made, but I’m thinking with the bump that Cade just took; Kamura is going to let this slide. Dutch Harris: And now the medical staff wheeling Cade Gonzalez out of here on a stretcher… and our hope and prayers are with Cade that nothing too serious has happened to him. Eryk Masters: Commentate now, sob later, Dutch… we’ve got Maverick and DeMitri in a lock down stand still. Back and forth the struggle for power continues, all this time, Blade outside of the ring finally starts to come to again after taking a vicious beating from Maverick. Maverick starts to gain the upper hand in the battle working DeMitri down to one knee. Once reaching the ring, Blade lifts up the ring apron now, and pulls out a toolbox dumping out its contents. Blade pulls out a large screwdriver from the pile of tools and gets up onto the ring apron ready to strike Maverick in the back of the had. Marz doesn’t stand for this however, and suddenly turns towards Blade and knocks him off the apron with a leaping clothesline. The screwdriver flies out of Blade’s hand as he falls back onto the ground below. This leads to Marz going under the apron now and grabbing a hold of a ladder… Albeit it a three rung stepping ladder. Dutch Harris: Odd… I’ve never seen that kind of ladder in a match… it’s no bigger than a chair. Eryk Masters: But it’s a ladder and that again makes it legal! Marz wipes some blood from his eyes now and as Blade gets up to his feet, Marz brings the ladder crashing down right on top of his head. Blades’ head goes through the stepladder, being wedged between the top and second rung. Blade staggers now, trying to pull the ladder off from around his neck. Marz grabs the end of the stepladder and just pulls it towards the ground, using it as a chin/neck breaker device on Blade. Blade falls to his knees and Marz lands a double footed front face drop kick to Blade’s face. Blade tumbles backwards, the stepladder still stuck around his neck. Inside the ring, Maverick continues to gain the advantage over DeMitri, now having DeMitri in a arm lock from behind… which quickly converts into a sleeper hold. Dutch Harris: And now we see an actual bit of wrestling from the Heavyweight Luchador… this could be the uniqueness Maverick needs in this match… as we’ve seen anything but real standard wrestling. Eryk Masters: What Maverick needs is to put everyone out, screw all this luchador crap… and just fight. Maverick continues to work on DeMitri, but DeMitri slowly begins to power out of the sleeper hold. Maverick keeps the offense though, and suddenly takes DeMitri down with an Argentine Back Breaker Rack Piledriver! The fans let out a cheer as this move gives Maverick the clear one up now in the match. Back outside of the ring, Marz takes Blade and lifts him up onto his feet. With sudden intensity he grabs the end of the stepladder yet again and this time he just twists it with one quick snap! Blade falls to the ground… his collarbone most likely shattered, his neck possibly broken!! The fans who caught it start up the HOLY SHIT! Chant yet again, and that causes others to turn and see Marz standing over a completely motionless Greyson Blade! Dutch Harris: That snapping noise of the bones in Greyson Blade’s upper region have made this match seemingly a two on two scenario now… but fans we must remind you this isn’t an elimination style match… it just happens to be turning into that. Eryk Masters: Someone needs to go for that belt before everyone is seriously injured or dies! Dutch Harris: With this mix… death is certainly a possibility… and that’s scary. Again SHOOT medical staff appears on the scene, but much more concerned this time as they bring out IV machine and everything…. They quickly swarm Greyson Blade, talking frantically, and even this brings the match inside the ring to a temporary halt. Maverick looks on watching, as does Marz… who seems a bit upset with what has happened…. Dutch Harris: Wait a minute, Eryk… this could be something serious, I don’t think Marz meant to snap the neck of Greyson Blade… Blade is seriously out here… Eryk Masters: I don’t know what to say, this kind of thing happens, and it looks like Greyson Blade is another victim of the sometimes all to real happenings that go down in professional wrestling. Maverick continues to watch on, looking to Dave Marz who just lowers his head. During this solemn period, Azraith DeMitri slowly makes his way up to his feet, holding his back. He glances briefly at the situation happening outside of the ring, but shows NO care what so ever as he grabs the ladder that has been inside the ring and holds it horizontally in front of him. He raises it slightly and just spins around, nailing Maverick in the back of the head with a vicious whip of the ladder! The fans are in a complete outrage as Maverick falls to his feet… chanting asshole and throwing their garbage as DeMitri takes advantage of a very serious situation! Dutch Harris: How disgusting of a man can DeMitri be… he doesn’t care about anyone… not even the status of his own supposed partner in Greyson Blade! This is just too much! DeMitri sets up the ladder somewhat close to the edge of the ring now and motions to Jackman who just nods his head. Jackman jumps down off the ring apron and flips up the side closest to him… from under the ring he pulls out a Table… but that’s not it, he goes back under and pulls out a second one. He sets up the first one, and Greyson Blade is loaded onto a stretcher, an IV machine and such being attached to him. The fans all watch with concern, but some can’t help but to turn to see Jackman setting up the second table on top of the first table! Dave Marz watches as Blade is rolled out of the arena, and turns around to see DeMitri giving him the fully extended middle finger. The fans are in a complete outrage. Marz slides into the ring and falls right into DeMitri’s trap. DeMitri nails him with a hard right hand, but Marz fires back with a right hand of his own… DeMitri nails him again, and Marz fires back again. Jackman slides into the ring now though, making it a two on one situation. Jackman nails Marz from behind and he slumps down right into DeMitri. DeMitri hoists him up and smirks. Eryk Masters: I know what that smirk means… Dave Marz is going to Die.. hard… Dutch Harris: After all we’ve seen you still manage to crack a joke? I can’t believe you… Eryk Masters: Oh shut up. DeMitri gores Marz into the corner turnbuckle, crushing him against the post with force. He turns from the post and pauses for a moment, finally finishing off with a snapping Michinoku Driver. DeMitri completes the move and then points to Jackman. Jackman looks to him with an equally sadistic grin and then watches as DeMitri points towards Marz and then looks to the tables. Dutch Harris: Oh no… you don’t think. Eryk Masters: I think… and I LIKE IT! Jackman grabs the motionless Marz and brings him up to his feet forcefully. He then hands him off to DeMitri, and climbs up the ladder. DeMitri sends a couple of quick punches into the face of Marz, keeping him out as Jackman climbs to the top. Maverick starts to come too now, still not completely with it after taking a direct shot to the head from the ladder. He rolls into the corner now… slowly pulling himself up to his feet. Jackman reaches near top of the ladder… and DeMitri starts to climb up the other side, pulling up the out cold Marz with him. Jackman grabs at Marz and DeMitri gives the extra push up so that Marz and DeMitri both have a hold of Marz, one of them on each side of the ladder. They hold him high up above the ladder, both men eyeing the tables and looking to send Marz through them. Eryk Masters: Here we go, DeMitri and Jackman looking to go for a HUGE double team power bomb it would seem… and Marz is going straight down! Dutch Harris: Not if Maverick has anything to say about it! Maverick suddenly pulls himself up to the top rope and turns his back on the ladder. The fans go ballistic as he flies off the top rope and lands a semi-moonsault, crashing vertically into the ladder and knocking it over! All three men fly off the ladder, DeMitri falls onto the ropes, straddling them in pain, while Jackman and Marz fall all the way out of the ring, both men crashing through the two tables that were stacked on the outside!! The fans are in complete silence as they just try to register what just happened. All four men are out… DeMitri falling to the outside of the ring, Maverick now laying under the ladder that snapped back off the ropes to fall on top of him, and Marz and Jackman lying amongst the ruins of the now two broken tables! Eryk Masters: WHAT THE HELL! Maverick just sacrificed it all to save his partner, but Marz still went through the table… and so did Jackman… and Azraith took a nut shot…and Maverick is down as well… everyone is down…. Dutch Harris: Calm yourself Eryk… Eryk Masters: Calm myself! Everyone is out, and Kamura is starting the… well I guess quadruple count out! Kamura sure enough, assesses the situation and begins the count. One… Two… Three… Dutch Harris: If this ends in a four-way draw, we could very well have a riot on our hands! Eryk Masters: Somebody get up… ANYBODY!! Four… Five… There is slight movement from DeMitri, but not enough to restart the count. The fans start to move to the edge of their seats now… the buzz about the arena carrying sounds of worry and disappointment. Six… Seven… Eight… Dutch Harris: All of these men fought hard, but this is what happens when you put it all out there and then some… everyone is down for the count… there is barely any sign of movement, this is it… a hard fought match, but it comes down to this. Nine… Eryk Masters: SOMEONE SIT UP!!! Ten! Dutch Harris: And Kamura signaling for the bell, and the fans are in a complete outrage… and well I would be too if I wasn’t a professional. Eryk Masters: Fuck this bullshit… a draw? This CANNOT end in a draw. Dutch Harris: I rest my case… But now the boos growing loudly, as we await the final decision. Samantha Coil is summoned to the ring as senior referee Scott Kamura discusses with her the outcome of the match. She nods her head and raises the microphone to her lips. The fans already begin to chant “bullshit” before Samantha even delivers the message. Samantha Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, senior official Scott Kamura has decided that due to the nature of this match, and the inability for its competitors to continue, that this Ladder Match be decided a No Contest! The chants ring louder now as the fans start to actually throw garbage and such into the ring, not happy with Kamura’s decision. Dutch Harris: Nobody liking what they just heard, and it certainly is not a good call in my book. This Monday Night Title has been highly saught after ever since the Round Robin was created. From that point on though, things have twisted and turned so many times, that the fans and the superstars WANT a champion crowned… but tonight it doesn’t look like they’re going to get that. Eryk Masters: This is just ridiculous… what kind of way is this to end a match huh? Nobody wins… nobody loses… I swear I thought ties were only in Soccer… you DON’T TIE in a fight!! Kamura sends Samantha out of the ring now and motions to the back for medical staff yet again. However, Kamura doesn’t get medical staff, and suddenly the whole arena pops collectively as the Owner himself, Jason Johnson steps out from the back, a microphone in hand. Jason Johnson: Mr. Kamura, I respect your decision. As senior official you’ve made the right call, and you showed you care about the well being of the talent employed by SHOOT Project… The fans suddenly become not as energetic, as it seems that Jason Johnson is agreeing with Kamura. Jason Johnson: HOWEVER, we all witnessed that the men involved in this match obviously have no care about the well being of others, and frankly the well being of themselves… so while your call is respectable… I can’t let it stand! Dutch Harris: LISTEN TO THESE FANS IN RESPONSE TO JASON!!! Eryk Masters: Thank god he finally makes a GOOD decision! Despite the huge reaction from the fans, Jason Johnson continues on. Jason Johnson: You see, after all this is Under Siege, its grounds for battles and wars. And we all know that there are NO RULES in war. So from this point on, there are no rules!! Another huge cheer goes out for Jason and he just nods his head. Jason Johnson: That’s right. There are four men left competing actively… everything goes, no tag rules… so Kamura, you may take your leave of the match… and just watch these four men go at it because there WILL BE a Monday Night Champion crowned tonight!!! With that Jason Johnson takes his leave of the ring area, with the fans nothing short of incredibly excited. Scott Kamura shrugs his shoulders as well, motions for the bell to sound to restart the match and then LEAVES the ring. Dutch Harris: No ref, no rules, and one of these four men WILL become the Monday Night Champion! Eryk Masters: It’s anyone’s game now, and the first to get to his feet will have the clear advantage. The fans sit watching intensely for the slightest signs of movement. Normally the energy would be dulled, but after Jason Johnson’s announcement, the whole world is on the edge of their seats waiting to see who will get up. DeMitri continues to stir, and rolls over onto his stomach now… and then he reaches his hand up and grabs onto the ring apron. Slowly, but not so surely he tries to pull himself up, his groin killing him. Inside the ring Maverick slides the ladder off of him, but doesn’t move much after that… and Jackman and Marz are still out cold amongst the broken table pieces. Dutch Harris: DeMitri and Maverick the only ones moving, and it looks like these two will be going at it… Eryk Masters (cutting Harris off): DeMitri totally has this one now… he just needs to keep Maverick down and it’s his. Dutch Harris: But Maverick is coming to, his back may be in pain, but he’s a strong fighter, and this guy can go through a lot. DeMitri gets into the ring now, and goes to the fallen Maverick. He pulls Maverick up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Maverick comes bouncing off hard and falls face first to the mat. DeMitri capitalizes and locks Maverick into a full nelson recliner submission hold. Maverick struggles against the hold, and DeMitri turns it into a complete choke out. The fans begin to boo, but the boos start to slowly build into clapping and foot stomping as they see Marz coming to on the outside. Dutch Harris: DeMitri trying to choke out Maverick, but Marz looks to be finally gaining some wind and strength on the outside. Eryk Masters: Maverick is out now, Azraith NEEDS to go for the title here and now! Maverick ceases to be moving now ad DeMitri gets off of him, and turns his attention to the ladder. He pulls the ladder to a vertical stand and sets it up. Marz continues to struggle to his feet on the outside, finally getting up he walks around to the other side of the ring, grabbing the ladder that Jackman used to put Gonzalez out of this match. Marz folds up the ladder and starts to slide it into the ring. Marz then gets in as he sees DeMitri climbing up towards the belt. Marz stops what he originally was going to do, and goes directly after DeMitri. He grabs DeMitri by the foot and pulls him down off the ladder. He then spins DeMitri around and lands a swift kick to his gut. DeMitri slumps forward and Marz hooks him in a DDT position but then elevates him up into a vertical suplex. Dutch Harris: Marz going for the Last Gasp… but No DeMitri flips down behind Marz. Marz turns around now and is met by a flapjack chop that knocks Marz back a bit. As he staggers back, Jackman comes in behind him, catching a second possibly third wind, and Marz backs right into him. Jackman spins Marz to face him and quickly gets him into a standing head scissors. Jackman wastes no time and hoists Marz up and goes through the process, sending Marz down with the Blackout Bomb 03’!! Jackman laughs at Marz and turns around only to be met suddenly with a gore into the corner from Maverick. As he pulls Jackman away from the corner he sets Jackman up and drops him with the F.U.B.A.R. Bomb! The fans cheer as Maverick points down at Jackman, shouting at him to stay down. Maverick then turns around only to be confronted by a striking knee lift from DeMitri. DeMitri then hooks Maverick hoists him up and drops him with The Extinction! Eryk Masters: What did I say, Dutch… Azraith DeMitri was the first one up and he has CLEAR advantage now! Samantha soon will be saying “Introducing the Monday Night Champion… Azraith DeMitri!” Dutch Harris: DeMitri the man in charge right now, there’s no doubt about that, and he’s looking to climb his way to victory. DeMitri turns his attention back to the ladder, as the other three men are laid out on the mat. He situates the ladder directly under the belt and now confident as ever he slowly begins to climb, almost taunting the world as they watch him move rung by rung. The fans begin to boo loudly now as DeMitri makes it half way up the ladder, only to stop and torment the fans some by taking his sweet time. As he does this, Dave Marz begins to roll around the ring, regaining composure despite all he’s been through. Suddenly he all out sits up and the fans go wild. Marz moves over to the second ladder he brought into the ring and sets it right up next to the ladder DeMitri climbs. DeMitri notices this and stops for a second, trying to kick the ladder over. Marz however starts to climb up DeMitri’s ladder, holding him from reaching the Title hanging above. DeMitri tries to kick Marz off, but Marz pulls at his leg and basically knocks DeMitri off the ladder. DeMitri falls but lands on his feet now, and he starts to climb up the ladder right under Marz. Eryk Masters: Who’s it going to be, DeMitri or Marz… DeMitri or Marz… Dutch Harris: Better factor in Maverick and Jackman while you’re at it. Look! Eryk Masters: man oh man! These guys just aren’t going to give up… what does it take to keep someone down these days? Sure enough Jackman is coming to after feeling Maverick’s F.U.B.A.R. bomb, but in turn Maverick shows signs of life, causing the fans to rise to their feet, not able to contain their energy any longer. Cheers for Marz are heard, cheers for Maverick are heard, there are even some cheering on Azraith and Jackman… they all culminate into one big noise, as all four men are moving towards that Title. Jackman starts to climb up the second later that Marz set up, and Maverick slowly comes up the ladder right behind him, and both men start climbing opposite Marz and DeMitri! Dutch Harris: Looks like now the question is who’s it going to be… JACKMAN or Marz, both men inching closer to that top rung and to the title prize! Eryk Masters: But DeMitri climbing up under Marz… and it looks like he’s actually got a hold of both of his feet now! Marz is held slightly at bay now as DeMitri holds onto his legs. Jackman in the meantime continues to climb, with Maverick trying his hardest to get a hold of Jackman. Jackman sends a stiff kick to the top of Maverick’s head, which almost knocks him off the ladder, but Maverick holds on with one hand, and somehow continues to go for Jackman. Dutch Harris: Marz is so close, but he’s just out of reach because of DeMitri! Jackman is almost to the top now and sees Marz struggling to reach the title… Jackman shakes his head and suddenly he just leaps off the ladder nailing Marz with the STIFFEST clothesline ever! Jackman’s momentum carries him down onto the mat and Marz is snapped backwards, but DeMitri doesn’t let go of the feet, so Marz hangs upside down behind DeMitri. Jackman gets up to his feet and scoops up under Marz and then DeMitri releases the Marz’s feet. Jackman steps out from the ladder and nails another Blackout Bomb to Marz, driving him into the mat! Eryk Masters: Say goodnight Marz… Say goodnight! Maverick quickly climbs up the ladder now, looking to stop DeMitri as he becomes incredibly close to grabbing the title. DeMitri touches the title, but can only graze it as suddenly he finds his ladder falling to the side as Maverick kicks into the ladder. DeMitri is taken all the way outside, his head bouncing off the guard railing. The Momentum of the kick sends Maverick in the other direction, knocking the ladder over, but Maverick manages to jump off before he falls with the ladder. Maverick lands on his feet on the top rope, in an amazing display of accuracy and balance. Jackman turns around to see what happened and Maverick just leaps off the top rope landing a roundhouse kick to Jackman. Jackman falls, Maverick falls… but then suddenly Maverick kips himself up and the fans go absolutely insane! Dutch Harris: MAVERICK KIPPED HIMSELF UP! The Heavyweight Luchador is going strong now! Eryk Masters: He’s fifty and he’s bigger than a lightweight… HE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO KIP UP!! Dutch Harris: Well he did and everyone here in Viking Hall and watching at home witnessed it first hand, Maverick is in control and he’s going for the climb! Eryk Masters: NO! NO! NO! Maverick pulls the ladder up off the ring ropes now and once again it is positioned under the belt hanging high overhead. Maverick slowly begins to climb, the kick and the kip up taking a lot out of him. Jackman however tries his best to shake off the pain, and starts to run on pure adrenaline now as he rises to his feet for another time, feeling pain but ignoring it. He grabs the second ladder that was knocked down and hoists it up on his shoulder. He bounces off the rope with it and drives it right into the back of Maverick’s knee! Maverick slumps, hanging onto the ladder only slightly, and then Jackman follows through again driving full force this time and knocking the ladder forward. Maverick falls with the ladder and as it hits the far ropes the ladder sling shots him right back towards Jackman and Jackman rams his ladder right into the back of Maverick’s head. Maverick falls directly onto the mat now… falling face first. Jackman stands his ladder up now, looking to take the prize of the Monday Night Title. Eryk Masters: Here we go, Ascension once again proving they mean business! Dutch Harris: But wait a minute… who’s coming down to the ring… Eryk Masters (rolls eyes): Oh dear lord… Dutch Harris: It’s John Thomas… John Thomas is on his way out here and he has a steel chair in hand!!! As Jackman climbs the ladder now, he is left completely in the dark about Thomas making a B-Line for him. It takes the fans a second to catch this, but once they do the entire arena erupts with cheers! Jackman hearing the cheers becomes confused and looks over his shoulder to see Thomas whipping the chair right at him. The chair connects with Jackman’s gut and as Jackman falls off the ladder, Thomas grabs the chair and swings nailing Jackman right over the head. Jackman falls to the mat and Thomas mercilessly beats down on Jackman, nailing him time after time with the steel chair! Dutch Harris: Revenge is sweet, and Thomas is getting in his fair share of it now! Thomas gets rid of the chair now, and drops down to one knee. He starts to pummel Jackman with lightning quick fists… taking all his past suffering out on Jackman. While this goes on, a now bleeding DeMitri comes to, staggering away from the guard railing and sliding back into the ring. DeMitri winds up and nails Thomas suddenly with a hard kick to the face. Thomas falls backward and DeMitri grabs Thomas and rolls him out of the ring. He turns to Jackman, who is out and DeMitri can only do one thing, look to the prize above him. Eryk Masters: One more time Azraith is going to climb! Dutch Harris: He’s all alone now, bloodied, bruised, but the only one left standing. Still somewhat groggy from taking a hard hit to the head on the outside, DeMitri is slow to climb each rung, but he slowly makes it closer and closer to the title. Maverick suddenly starts to stir yet again, showing signs of life and causing the fans to find hope still. Maverick sits up and the fans continue to cheer. Slowly he starts to climb the opposite side of the ladder. DeMitri starts to shout out with fury as instead of trying to fight Maverick off continues to climb up the ladder, quicker now. Maverick pulls all his strength together and climbs up the ladder quicker now too… both men reaching the top at roughly the same time. Eryk Masters: The classic stand off at the top of the ladder, it’s either man’s game now, and it’s just whoever can hold on! Dutch Harris: Maverick with a right hand, DeMitri fires back… Maverick again nailing DeMitri with a hard fist, DeMitri staggers but fires back again! Eryk Masters: I think Maverick is going to fall… Maverick is going to fall! Maverick starts to stagger as DeMitri gets the upper hand, taking shot after shot at Maverick. Maverick holds on by one hand… and just as he’s about to fall he swings back up onto the ladder and nails DeMitri with a left hand hook. DeMitri flies up into the air, and as he does so he grabs onto the brass ring that the Monday Night Title is fastened to. The momentum carries DeMitri backwards and he swings on the brass ring, he comes swinging back and extends both legs nailing Maverick square in the face. Maverick falls off the ladder landing hard on the mat below. DeMitri grabs the Monday Night Title and pulls at it to unfasten it. Dutch Harris: Well DeMitri has the title… but he seems to be having some trouble getting it undone? Eryk Masters: Just rip it off, DeMitri… Maverick starts to rise to his feet again, but just as he does so the last bit of hope dies as DeMitri gets the belt undone off the ring, and gets his footing back down on the ladder below him. DeMitri with blood covering his forehead stands triumphant at the top of the ladder, hoisting the Monday Night Title high above his head! Eryk Masters: I told you, Dutch… Ascension had this thing… and DeMitri is the champion. Samantha Coil: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and THE FIRST MONDAY NIGHT CHAMPION, Azraith DeMitri!!! DeMitri stands tall with an evil smirk spreading across his face. He doesn’t care that blood is running down into his eye sockets, he just stands there with the Monday Night title in hand… standing tall and looking down now at the fallen Dave Marz. Azraith DeMitri: I promised, Marz! He then looks over to the fallen Maverick, his grin growing broader. Azraith DeMitri: I promised, Maverick! He then lets out a boisterous laugh… standing above them all. Dutch Harris: Azraith DeMitri takes the win in this match, but after so much… this one will not be forgotten, especially when you think about all the injuries suffered during this match, and the injuries some won’t feel until they go to sleep and wake up the next morning. Eryk Masters: I will tip my hat to all the competitors, but still Azraith DeMitri took it all the way and then some… even when his own partner was obviously put into a critical situation, he didn’t stop… he took advantage of the situation, and that’s why he’s the champion now. Dutch Harris: Maverick was an eyelash away from grabbing that title… it was really either man’s game. DeMitri descends from the ladder now, slinging the Monday Night Title over his shoulder with a sense of pride. The fans continue to boo as he goes to Jackman and helps him to his feet. Jackman somewhat out of it isn’t sure what has happened, but then DeMitri shows Jackman the title and the two men embrace. Then both men staggering, they leave the ring area to a chorus of boos. Dutch Harris: What a grueling match… what a sick match… what an intense match… Eryk Masters: What a GREAT match basically sums all of that up, Dutch. A Monday Night Champion was crowned, and a lot of people got hurt… that’s what this profession is REALLY about.
The lights in the infamous Viking Hall abruptly cut off. It is pitch black. The a hum falls over the rabid Philadelphia crowd as we can make out a specter of a figure inside the ring. Flash bulbs go off but all we see is a man standing in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed. Dutch Harris: Who the hell is in there? Eryk Masters: Someone give me a flash flight, I wanna see. Suddenly, ALL the lights come on at once and we see a man who we haven’t seen in almost 2 months. A man who once represented honor, respect and dignity. But he threw it all away for ONE shot. And he took his shot and missed. Dutch Harris: IS THAT???? Eryk Masters: It’s got to be. The man known as the Perfector has a microphone on his right hand, a black cut off Under Siege 2K3 shirt with camouflage pants and black boots. He’s sporting a full beard with patches on gray on the side. But the one distinguishing piece of clothing that he is wearing is a....... dark gray neck brace. Dutch Harris: My god, the rumors were TRUE. Eryk Masters: He didn’t exactly leave the SHOOT Project in the greatest way; perhaps that’s why he came back. I wanna hear this. Jun Kenshin puts the microphone to his mouth and tries to talk but a deafening ‘Welcome back’ chant breaks out. Kenshin pauses for a moment, he looks genuinely touched as he lowers the microphone as he looks around but it’s obvious that his current physical state is not what it was. Dutch Harris: Listen to THIS! The ‘WELCOME BACK’ chant continues, it remains vociferous, Kenshin tries to get a word in but he is drowned out by the chant. Eryk Masters: This man was one of the classiest individuals that this company had. Could this be his swan song? ‘Welcome back’ .......those two words continue to echo inside this hallowed building where an upstart company took wrestling to new heights of violence and extreme technicality. Kenshin cracks a weak smile as he raises his left arm into the air as he says ‘Thank you’ and thumps his chest with his left hand several times as a salute to the fans. The fans stop chanting and finally Kenshin gets a word in. Jun Kenshin: Wow, thanks.......... I mean............thanks. The cameras at ringside show some die-hard Kenshin fans sporting his trademark logo, the Half Spawn, Half Skull as we zoom back to him. Jun Kenshin: To tell you the truth, I had mixed emotions coming back.....coming back......to SHOOT. He pauses, looks around for a moment seeing all the eyes focused on him. Jun Kenshin: You see to myself. SHOOT was not just about a place that provided me a paycheck. It wasn’t about JUST wrestling. It was something else. It was a way of life. Hell...... it.....WAS......my life. But something happened to me and you guys remember it. I super kicked Del Carver. The fans POP for the mention of the World Heavyweight Champion. Jun Kenshin: Yeah, he’s great and he beat me 1....2....3 right in this ring. And in doing so, Del broke my neck. The fans stop clapping now sensing the seriousness of the situation. Kenshin: Now I’m not bitter about this injury. It would be so easy to point the finger at someone else and pass the blame but I think we all know that I DON’T do things the easy way. I’m the same stubborn, too dumb too quit, son of a bitch that you guys remember. So yeah, I looked at it as a blessing almost. A wake up call if you will. Kenshin: You see, I lost my way somewhere. I was driven by the pursuit of gold and championships when instead I should have been focused on competing and giving you fans a show that is WORTH your hard earned money. I’ve been involved in this business for as long as I can remember and I suppose that I took it for granted but when something you love is taken away from you. You are reminded exactly how much you miss it and I miss the SHOOT Project. I miss competing. I miss the training. And I certainly miss kicking ASS every single week in front of everybody. The fans again POP for that as Kenshin continues. Kenshin: But in order to that, I had to undergo a radical surgery that hasn’t been well known. I don’t know the specifics about it but all I know is that the surgery was a success and I’m standing right here in front of you tonight is proof of that. BUT..... He pauses. Kenshin: I know exactly the standard that I set for myself when I was here and I’m making a promise to the fans that I WILL get back to that level again and if it kills me, I will SURPASS that level. But anyway, I’ll cut this short so the next bunch of guys can come out here and give you guys the best fucking wrestling on the planet. He rips the neck brace off and throws it down on the ground. Kenshin: I just wanted to let the world know that Jun Kenshin is back and that in THIRTEEN days, I will be competing. As for who? Well that’s another reason why I’m out here. I want to see if I can compete against these new guys and see if I can still hang with cats like X, Davis, Jonny, and Mallows. What’s that, you say? Mallows isn’t here, well that’s too bad. He cracks that sly grin as he continues. Kenshin: So I’m going to end this. 2 weeks from now. Monday Night. THIRTEEN days. I finish what I started; I right the wrongs and settle whatever unfinished business I had. He looks around and in that instance, he shows that he is regaining some motion on that healing neck. Kenshin: By the way.......... IT’S GOOD TO BE HOME AGAIN! He drops the mic on the ground as he drops down on the mat and makes his way to the back. Dutch Harris: Can you believe that Masters?!?! Eryk Masters: I thought he was DONE. And Jun Kenshin is coming back in active competition in 13 days. Dutch Harris: That’s HUGE news. I know he’s got some issues to settle with some guys and it’ll be interesting to see if he can make a successful comeback, I know these fans sure would like to see it. Eryk Masters: Jun Kenshin.........coming back in 13 days........ I LIKE IT!
The minute the bell rings, Mr. PPV charges at X-Calibur, and starts swinging like a madman. Lefts and rights, hooks and crosses, pounding away at X-Calibur with fury. X-Calibur wisely covers up his face, and backs into the corner. To the untrained eye, it might look like X-Calibur is backing off, but in reality he is doing what any smart fighter would do, he is protecting himself, and repositioning himself. Sure enough, once in the corner, Eddie E. is no longer able to swing as widely. X-Calibur calmly reaches out, and locks up both of Eddie E.’s arms. X-Calibur then rears back, and HAMMERS Mr. PPV RIGHT IN-BETWEEN THE EYES with a HEADBUTT! The impact of the massive headbutt immediately opens a huge cut across the bridge of Mr. PPV’s nose. Blood begins to freely trickle down his face, and he backs off a bit. X-Calibur seizes the opportunity, and grabs Mr. PPV, and then HURLS him into the air with an amazing OVERHEAD Belly to Belly SUPLEX! Eddie E. hits the mat HARD, and X-Calibur stays on him. Before Eddie E. can even start to get up, X-Calibur deftly moves around, and cinches in a TIGHT front face lock on the man known as “Mr. PPV” Eryk Masters: “WOW! A quick start to this match!” Dutch Harris: “X-Calibur is on a mission to show that his loss to Jackman last week was just a minor setback, but Mr. PPV wants gold!” Mr. PPV struggles, trying to break free, but he cannot. X-Calibur keeps the front facelock on with one arm, and then raises his free arm over his head, and starts to drive precise elbows right into the back of Mr. PPV’s neck! Eddie E. convulses as each successive elbow connects with the base of his spine. Eddie E. continues to try and struggle, and lifts himself a few inches off the mat briefly, repositioning himself. Eddie E. is steadying himself, solidifying his center of gravity. Suddenly, in an incredible show of POWER, Mr. PPV lifts X-Calibur off the mat, and back over his head, in a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, modified out of the front face lock! X-Calibur hits the mat behind Eddie E., off balance, and Mr. PPV quickly whirls around, and drops a forearm, right across the THROAT of X-Calibur! X-Calibur’s entire body does an involuntary spasm after the sharp impact across his windpipe, and his hands instinctively cover up his throat. Eddie E. wastes no time, and grabs X-Calibur by the hair, and pulls him towards the ropes! Eryk Masters: “Eddie E. fights out!” Eryk: “What a great match this has started off to be…” Once at the ropes, Mr. PPV throws one of his arms around the top rope to steady himself, and then places his BOOT right across the NECK of X-Calibur! X-Calibur begins to kick frantically, trying to escape, as his face turns blue and the air escapes his body. The ref gets right into Mr. PPV’s face, and commands that he release the choke. Eddie E. ignores the ref. The ref begins to count to five. Eddie E. shoves the ref away. The ref grabs Eddie E.’s arm, and tries to pull it away from the top rope, and finally Eddie E. lifts his foot off the throat of X-Calibur, and turns his attention to the referee. Mr. PPV gets right up in the referee’s face, and starts to scream at him for interrupting the choke. X-Calibur pulls himself to his feet, and then grabs Mr. PPV in a waistlock, as he argues with the ref. X-Calibur grimaces, and then FIRES Mr. PPV over in a release GERMAN SUPLEX! Eryk Masters: “NICE comeback from X-Calibur!” Dutch Harris: “That suplex was DEVASTATING…” The ref is caught by surprise almost as much as Mr. PPV was, and is out of position. He recovers his wits, and then immediately starts to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SI- Before the count of six, Mr. PPV starts to use the ropes as leverage to get to his feet, obviously enraged over X's move that nearly ended the match. As X sneaks over with his arms in axe form, Eddie kicks doubling him over. Then, rushing forward, Mr. PPV drops down to the mat with a STINGING snap DDT. Immediately, Eddie begins to violently STOMP away at the midsection of X-Calibur, before he can even get a chance to get up. Mr. PPV looks like a man possessed as he violently throws all of his energy into brutally stomping at the midsection of X-Calibur. X-Calibur rolls swiftly away from the kicks of the incensed Mr. PPV. X-Calibur rolls until he falls right out of the ring, and then he gets to his knees, and tries to recover himself. In the past few minutes, he has suffered heavy blows to his windpipe, and his abdomen, and he is having trouble catching his breath. Mr. PPV does not intend to give X-Calibur that chance. He cautiously climbs to the top turnbuckle, and faces the outside of the ring. Eddie E. steadies himself, since a man of his size and weight is not exactly at ease up there. Finally, Eddie E. HURLS himself off the top rope, directly at X-Calibur! The fans SCREAM, and flashbulbs POP at the sight of Mr. PPV recklessly throwing himself at X-Calibur outside the ring, all the way from the top rope! X-Calibur MOVES! Eryk Masters: “OH MY GAWD!” Dutch Harris: “Did you SEE that? He just dropped from the top rope…all the way to the outside!” Mr. PPV falls to the concrete in a sick heap, his body splayed across the floor in a failed cross body! X-Calibur wastes no time, knowing that Eddie E. will only be down for so long. X-Calibur hoists Eddie E. to his feet, and BASHES his head off the steel ringpost! X-Calibur grabs Eddie E. by the arm, and IRISH WHIPS him towards the steel crowd barrier, but incredibly…EDDIE E. REVERSES it! X-Calibur flies back first into the barrier at FULL SPEED, and collapses in pain! Meanwhile, in the ring, the referee vainly orders the two men back into the ring, waving his arms around in a futile attempt to get their attention. Mr. PPV walks over slowly to the timekeeper’s table, and grabs the BELL! Mr. PPV is still limping, and it is obvious that he is injured from the insane drop to the concrete from the top rope earlier. Eddie E. grabs the bell off the table, as the fans murmur in anticipation. Eddie E. walks over to X-Calibur, rears back…and DRIVES the bell right into X-Calibur’s THROAT! Eryk Masters: “NOT AGAIN! Eddie E. has been RUTHLESS in trying to take the air out of X-Calibur!” Eryk: “You can’t win the match if you can’t breathe! Good strategy!” The fans GASP in horror, as X-Calibur falls to his knees in pain, his hands once again clutched over his throat. Eddie E. grabs the gasping X-Calibur by the back of the head, and RAMS his head into the ringpost! The sick smack of skull hitting steel echoes throughout the arena. Eddie E. rolls the stunned X-Calibur back into the ring, and motions for the referee to initiate the ten count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Eryk Masters: “This one could be all over!” FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Dutch Harris: “My GOD... we could have a new champion here!” SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Eryk Masters: “NEW CHAMPION!!! NEW CHAMPION!!” TE- JUST at the LAST second, X rolls backwards and onto his feet, just long enough to break the ten count and save his Iron Fist championship. Dutch Harris: “I don’t BELIEVE it!” Eryk Masters: “Somehow... some way... X managed to suck in enough air to continue! UNBELIEVABLE!” After falling to his knees again, stumbling with not much air passing through his wind pipe, X-Calibur bravely lifts himself up. Eddie E. leaps to his feet, shocked. Eddie E. cannot believe that X-Calibur was able to get up after having a steel bell driven into his windpipe, and having his head smacked into a steel pole. As Mr. PPV looks on in absolute SHOCK, X-Calibur struggles to his feet, and stands up, and GLARES at Eddie E.. As the fans go ballistic for the bravery of X-Calibur, he actually sticks his hand out, and BECKONS Mr. PPV to BRING IT ON! Dutch Harris: A hit to hit match this entire time between Eddie E. and X-Calibur… and I don’t know, but I think X-Calibur has Mr. Pay Per View’s number tonight. Eryk Masters: You’ve gotta love the X man… Eddie E. is one hell of a competitor when he puts it all out there, but tonight just wasn’t his night. X-Calibur brings Eddie E. to his feet now and whips him into the ropes. Eddie E. comes bouncing back but ducks a clothesline shot from X-Calibur. Eddie E. continues his momentum and bounces off the far end of the ropes. X-Calibur quickly turns around and out of NOWHERE he nails Eddie. E. with the X-Teriminator! Eddie E. falls to the mat out cold! Dutch Harris: That’s it… say good night to Mr. Pay Per View. X-Calibur rises to his feet and looks down at Eddie E. Scott Kamura starts the ten count as the fans begin to cheer. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Eryk Masters: Another one bites the dust, and X-Calibur continues on his victory streak as Iron Fist champion! Six… Seven… Eight… Eddie E. slowly rises to his feet now, and the fans are actually quite surprised! X-Calibur shakes his head and grabs Eddie E. bringing him to his feet and looking to put him out for good. Suddenly the crowd begins to stir and the boos ring out as Ed Raymond comes from out of the sea of fans, wielding a steel chair. He comes up from behind X-Calibur and just as X-Calibur lifts Eddie E. up into the air for a brain buster, Eddie E. kicks his leg further out, nailing Kamura right in the head. Kamura falls and at the exact same time Ed Raymond nails X-Calibur in the back of the head with a steel chair. X-Calibur slumps down forward and Eddie E. gets him into an inverted hammerlock situation. Ed Raymond then slides the chair into the ring and Eddie E. brings X-Calibur crashing down on the steel chair! Dutch Harris: What the hell… Ed Raymond… why? What purpose? Eryk Masters: Raymond’s a gnat, plain and simple, Dutch… but he’s a smart gnat, and obviously he has reason for what he just did! Raymond grabs the chair once Eddie E. rolls X-Calibur out of the way and quickly takes off out of the ring area. The fans are all in an uproar as the boos ring out. Eddie E. slowly rises to his feet and holds onto the rope to remain standing. Kamura starts to come to, and seeing X-Calibur down and out, he begins the knock out count. One… Two… Three… Dutch Harris: And this match looked to be over with, but in a turn of events, Ed Raymond has helped Eddie E. take X-Calibur out! Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Kamura reaches the final ten, and signals for the bell! The fans boo as Eddie E. is handed the Iron Fist title. He rips it from Kamura’s hands and clutches it to his chest. Samantha Coil: Here is the winner of the match… and NEW Iron Fist champion…. Mr. Pay Per View Eddie E.!!!! “I just want to love U” By Jay Z starts to play as Eddie E. celebrates his victory, rolling out of the ring and cheering for himself as he heads to the back, the whole world seeing that X-Calibur got screwed plain and simple. Dutch Harris: X-Calibur had that match won… Eddie E. should not be walking away as the new Iron Fist champion… Eryk Masters: All week the world was saying X has Mr. Pay Per View’s number… but I guess Eddie E. and Raymond saw things differently.
Immediately following the Iron Fist title match, Mr. Pay Per View, Eddie E. is seen making a B-line through the back halls and heading for the exit of the arena. As he rushes by he pushes past various SHOOT Project staff, looking over his shoulder and holding the Iron Fist title close to him. Just down the hall he sees the glowing neon from the exit sign and sighs with relief. He reaches the door and quickly opens it. Once outside of the arena he sighs with relief. He is startled however as a hand is suddenly placed on his shoulder. Ed Raymond: Whoa, hold on there, CHAMP! No need to be jumpy! Mr. Pay Per View turns around to see the smiling face of Ed Raymond. He nods his head and again sighs with relief. Mr. PPV: And I’m glad to see you. Thought for a second X-Calibur was going to come up behind me… but he’s probably too busy taking some aspirin for that headache he’s going to have! The two men share a laugh, and as they do so a limousine pulls up near them and Raymond motions to it. Ed Raymond: After you, Mr. Iron Fist Champion. Eddie E. smiles. Mr. PPV: This is going to be a very nice partnership. The two men enter the limo and as soon as they close the door, the limo heads on off. The cameras from there return ringside where Dutch Harris and Eryk Masters sit with raised eyebrows. Dutch Harris: Did Eddie E. just say partnership? Eryk Masters: Obviously Raymond’s up to something, and he sees Mr. Pay Per View as the key to that something. Dutch Harris: Well this has certainly been an interesting night, and I know we say that a lot here, but it rings very true for Under Siege. So much has gone down and it all leads up to this very moment. This very moment that could very well be the career marker for both men. Enigma no more, Del Carver drug free… World Title Death Match. Eryk Masters: Huge match indeed, and what can be said that hasn’t already been said. Dutch Harris: Nothing, Eryk… absolutely nothing. All week long we’ve seen Christopher Davis and Del Carver in completely new lights, and its all because of the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Title! Again the Under Siege Big Screen turns on… starting to roll the footage seen earlier in the week featuring Christopher Davis. Desire Every time that I look in the mirror From there the video suddenly turns static for a moment… before a new tune begins to pick up. “So Far Away” by Staind begins to play now as the screen goes from static to black the white word scrolls across the screen. Strength As the song starts up, the black screen fades into a shot of Del Carver alone in his hotel room. He is a new man, a changed man, he is determined and he is strong. He nods his head, proudly welcoming the new day. All these feelings I’ve shared There is a flash of light and the image changes. The hospital, Del Carver lying on the bed hooked up to a machine, being tested by doctors. Another flash Carver alone in a hotel, bottle by the side of his bed, laid out in pain. Somebody shake me because I must be
sleeping… Another bright flash and Carver is now seen in the ring, winning the World Title from OutKast, his victory being celebrated by everyone. Images of his victories, his triumphs in the ring, laced with the images of him in pain. Bed ridden, worried about broken bones and a run down body. Back and forth the images change… from triumph to tragedy. So far away From there the images turn to Carver lacing up his boots, placing on his knee pads, tightening his black leather glove. These are my words He stands tall, strong, ready for a fight. The image flashes as he faces Cade Gonzalez in a Reign of Honor challenge. Carver stands proudly as the victor, hiding the pain he is feeling. Somebody shake me because I must be
sleeping… The image changes from Carver in the ring, to Carver alone in the locker room. All his pills, all the drugs on a table. He wipes them all off into a garbage can, leaving but one thing on the table. HIS World Title. So far away One last remaining image. Del Carver standing, is World Title wrapped around his waist, his eyes intense. He is strong. And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive The video ends and the fans ringside are wild with cheers and the energy and anticipation is through the roof. Dutch Harris: It’s time, quite possibly World Title match of a lifetime… no looking back. Let’s take it to the ring.
“KRWLNG(remix )” Hits the arena, and Enigma emerges on the entrance ramp. Seemingly bathing in the loud chorus of boos that bombard him as soon as he can be seen. He slowly walks toward the ring, not taking any notice of the crowd. Samantha Coil: The following contest is a Death Match for the SHOOT Project World Championship! Making his way to the ring, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at 268 pounds…the challenger, EEEEEEENIGMAAAA~!! Enigma calmly climbs into the ring and awaits in one corner, doing minor stretches every now and then… …until “Back in the Saddle” by Aerosmith blasts over the PA! Carver emerges just as Steven Tyler begins to sing, and he wears a small smile on his face at the massive reaction he gets from the crowd. People cheer all around him, and he raises the SHOOT World title above his head as he walks towards the ring. Samantha Coil: And making his way to the ring, From Jackson, Mississippi, weighing in at 245 pounds…The SHOOT Project WORLD CHAMPION…”DIAMOND” DEL CARVEEERRRR~!! Del hands his title to the ref after he enters the ring, then tightens the straps on his grappling gloves. Eryk Masters: Tonight only one man can leave here the champion and this match will definitely NOT be for the weak at heart! Dutch Harris: No it won’t! The very thought of the brutality both of these men are capable of is almost enough to make me nauseous!! The Bell rings and Enigma calmly takes a wrestling stance. Carver slowly circles, his eyes never leaving Enigma. Del charges at Enigma, but Enigma calmly sidesteps and trips Del up, making him fall face-first into the mat. Dutch Harris: Ha! It appears Del has gotten clumsy at his old age. Eryk Masters: Oh, Enigma tripped Del up and you saw it. Stop being a dick and commentate. Del slowly gets up, glowering at Enigma, and slowly approaches him with much more trepidation. They lock up, and Del tries for a wristlock, but Enigma quickly hooks Del’s arm and executes an arm drag! Del once again gets up, looking very puzzled, not so much at Enigma but at himself. Del slowly approaches again, and decides to go with the basics and lands a punch to Enigma’s midsection. Enigma swings with a hook punch aimed at Del’s head, but Del Ducks and lands a stiff haymaker to Enigma’s solar plexus! Enigma is stunned for a moment, and Del backs up to prepare for a clothesline, and then runs towards Enigma. Enigma is ready though, and meets Del with a Big Boot to the head! Eryk Masters: Whoa!! Enigma using Del’s own maneuver against him!! Dutch Harris: Enigma certainly catching Del with a big time surprise with that one!! Enigma backs off and allows Del to rise up. Del is staring at him, obviously fuming, looking definitely more pissed off and animated. Del attempts a kick to the gut, but Enigma catches his foot! That’s a moot point though, because Del grabs him by the neck and pulls Enigma towards him Fast, executing a beautiful Headbutt! Eryk Masters: Del really showing that he’s the more experienced one here, showing off a simple but innovative counter to a counter! Enigma is staggering, and Del charges and connects with a stiff clothesline. Enigma is up, however, and he lands a hard kick to Del’s midsection. Enigma punches him in the ribs, and then executes a stiff European Uppercut! Del takes a step back, then takes both of Enigma’s shoulders into his hands and delivers another headbutt! Enigma staggers back again. Both men stare at each other, then begin to circle. They lock up, and Del quickly sinches him into a headlock. Enigma acts fast and, before Del can really start to apply heavy pressure to his head, picks Del up and executes a backdrop!! Del recovers, more slowly this time, and glares at Enigma with an odd combination of hatred and confusion. Dutch Harris: Del Carver can’t figure out what to do against Enigma! He’s playing Enigma’s game at this point! Eryk Masters: I’m always confident in Del’s experience giving him the advantage, but in a match like this I’m just not sure! Both men lock up once more, and this time Del takes the smart road, pushing Enigma’s head down and nailing him with a quick “Clubbering” Forearm! Del stays on the attack and knees Enigma in the side of the face repeatedly, but Enigma finally catches Del’s knee and pushes him backwards. Enigma gets up and tries for a Clothesline, but Del ducks, socks him in the gut, and then executes a picture-perfect snap suplex!! Eryk Masters: Del certainly has appeared to have woken up, as far as this match goes! Dutch Harris: It seems that Enigma’s earlier dominance has gotten under Del’s skin, and now he has a taste for blood! Del pounces on the fallen Enigma and tries to pulls his arm into a key lock, but Enigma fights it. Enigma takes his free arm and hooks it around the back of Del’s neck, then vaults Del off of his body by pushing him upwards with one of his legs in Del’s midsection! Enigma rolls forwards and stands up, and Del rises slowly as well. Del goes for a big boot, but Enigma grabs his boot and settles his shoulder underneath Del’s knee. Enigma stands all the way up and takes Del with him, before driving Del downward to the mat in a modified powerbomb maneuver! Eryk Masters: Whoa! Enigma showing that he still has many a trick to pull from his sleeve here! Dutch Harris: They’re both pretty evenly matched competitors, but Enigma is showing a much smarter gameplan but conserving his energy into one or two big moves. Enigma picks Del up by grabbing a fistful of hair, then sinches him into a waistlock. Del throws some back elbows, trying to connect one with Enigma’s head, but Enigma stays just out of harm’s way. Enigma hoists Del up and tosses him forward with a nice atomic throw!! Dutch Harris: Enigma showing some serious strength there!! Eryk Masters: Enigma has once again taken control of this matchup! Enigma again stands and awaits Del. Del slowly gets up, feeling the effects of the last maneuver, and begins to approach Enigma. Enigma throws a punch, but Del is only deterred for half a second. Enigma throws a kick at Del’s gut, but Del keeps on coming! Enigma uppercuts Del HARD, and Del takes one staggering step backwards before driving an elbow into Enigma’s face with the full weight of his body!! Both men collapse to the mat. Eryk Masters: Good god that was a stiff strike! Del was really showing what he was made of!! Dutch Harris: All that shit might look great right now, and it certainly has the element of surprise, but look at Del now! He has to be feeling what Enigma did to him. Both men roll around, trying to regain their bearings. Enigma pushes himself up to one knee, and he slowly strokes his chin, trying to rub the pain away. It appears that both Del and Enigma are bleeding from the mouth, and Del finally rises as well. Both men are standing, breathing a little bit harder, and looking more ready than ever. Del approaches Enigma once more, but this time Enigma jumps forward with a forearm smash to Del’s face! Del gets up immediately, takes one of Enigma’s arms, and twists it into a wristlock. Del drags Enigma towards him, and takes him down with a short arm roaring elbow smash! Del then assesses Enigma’s position on the mat, jumps into the air, and lands a particularly nasty looking elbow drop onto Enigma’s throat/collarbone area!! Enigma begins to roll around in pain!! Eryk Masters: Del showing his more vicious side, and that’s exactly what he’ll need to harness to win this! Del stands up and attempts to drop another Elbow, but Enigma rolls out of the way! Enigma gets up finally, and so does Del, but Del gets cut short with a boot to the stomache from Enigma! Enigma hooks Del into an Inverted facelock and then drops down…Riddle Me This!! Dutch Harris: Ouch, Del took that one Full Force from Enigma! Eryk Masters: Del needs to make a fast recovery and soon, or else he’s not going to be able to take the control he needs to take to win this thing! Enigma, once again, tries nothing else. He simple sits on his haunches and stares coldly at Del, waiting for him to get up. Del finally does get up, rubbing his neck slowly, and he stares at Enigma with anger burning in his eyes. They lock up once more, and Del takes Enigma down with a hip throw! Del then begins to lay in heavy stomps, and then backs off when Enigma starts resisting too much. Enigma appears relived, but as soon as he gets to one knee Del charges him and clocks him across the face with a running knee strike!! Eryk Masters: Holy shit, that was vicious!! Del drove his knee full force into Enigma’s face!! Dutch Harris: Yes, but can Carver keep up this momentum? He hasn’t been able to the entire match!! Enigma falls backwards, onto the mat. Del mounts him and tries for the key lock again, but Enigma shakes his arm free and punches Del in the face! Del pauses for a moment before grabbing Enigma by the shoulders and bringing his own body forward…Del connects with a vicious headbutt! Eryk Masters: Oooh, Enigma’s head was sandwiched between Del’s and that unyielding mat!! Del raises his head up, only to bring it back down again! This one, stiffer then the last! Del raises his head up again, and drops back down with another Headbutt!! Dutch Harris: Oh come on, this is getting too sick to watch! Del’s got blood from Enigma’s shattered nose smeared on his face! Del raises his head up once more, and this time brings Enigma’s head to meet his and connects with one of the most brutal headbutts seen in SHOOT! Del continues the pain, grinding his forehead into Enigma’s battered face as to cause even more pain!! Eryk Masters: Good LORD. E’s just bloody. It’s kinda sick… Dutch Harris: But it rules SO MUCH. Del whips Enigma into the ropes, and continuing along the same pattern, he headbutts Enigma on the rebound, and sends the contender to the floor. The crowd OOOOO’s with excitement as they see Chris Davis take to the floor. Del covers, and gets a two count. Enigma just kicks out before the three, causing much noise amongst the capacity crowd. Carver grabs E by the scruff of the neck, since E is bald, and brings him to his feet. He talks some mad shit into Enigma’s face, before whipping him into the ropes once more. This time though, E grabs the top rope and slides out to the floor. He smirks at Del, and pulls a table from under the ring. Dutch Harris: Now what the fuck does he plan to do with that? Eryk Masters: Moreover, was he just playing some possum? His face sure is bloody… I don’t see how he could be playing possum… Enigma slides the table into the ring, and immediately, Carver goes and lunges at Enigma. E backs off, and Carver grabs the table. He sets it up in the ring, and motions to Enigma to bring it on. E, smirking, slides into the ring and Carver goes after him again. Seeing this, Enigma ducks under Carver. Carver rebounds, and Enigma kicks him straight into the gut. He locks Carver in an underhook. He pulls Carver back a little bit, and eyes the table. The crowd starts to just boo the hell out of E, who is just smiling. He lifts Carver up, and drops him with a brainbuster, but… the table doesn’t break. Eryk Masters: Oh… Dutch Harris: My… Eryk Masters: God… The crowd goes dead… Eryk Masters: Carver may be dead… Smirking… Enigma covers Carver. 1… 2… 3… The crowd begins to cheer for Del Carver, as the referee’s mandatory 10 count for this deathmatch begins. 1… 2… 3… 4… The fans are starting to quiet down, as Carver isn’t moving… Eryk Masters: Carver may be dead… Dutch Harris: But listen to the fans… They just chant his name… Come on old man… 5… 6… Del begins to stir… Enigma gets in the referees face, but doesn’t interrupt the count… 7… 8… The fans are CRAZY now. Just chanting his name… Carver… Carver… Carver… And the SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Champion is on one knee, and almost to his feet… 9… Almost there… Eryk Masters: Come on ref… Dutch Harris: Come on Del… Carver. Stands. Tall. And the crowd goes absolutely BALLISTIC. Eryk Masters: Enigma doesn’t know what to do… He’s just… He doesn’t know… Dutch Harris: I… I… Just… Wow… Enigma goes RIGHT AFTER Carver. He starts hitting him with a barrage of punches. Carver falls to one knee, but tries to battle back. Enigma whips Del from corner to corner. Del’s hung up in the turnbuckle. E runs over, and lifts him up, putting Carver in a seated position on the top rope. Carver, who still looks a little out of it, is just sitting idly. Enigma pulls the table into a position better suited for what he wants to do. He locks Carver in a front facelock, and tries to go with a superplex. Del punches Enigma in the gut, and E falls to the mat. He lands on two feet, and Carver pops down he grabs Enigma by the neck, and throws him into the turnbuckle. He beings to pummel him with rights and lefts, causing a grimace of pain from the contender. Dutch Harris: CARVER. IS. ON. FIRE. Eryk Masters: WHERE DID THIS COME FROM!?! The crowd is brilliant now… they’re chanting for Carver, who’s discovered new life, after being nearly killed. Dutch Harris: Is Carver crying? Eryk Masters: I have no idea… They’re both crazy. Finally, Carver lets up. The referee comes in to break them up, but Carver is off by then. He ducks a wild right from Enigma, and lifts him up. He delivers a VICIOUS spinebuster THROUGH the wooden table, and he collapses on Enigma, for the cover… 1… 2… 3!!! Eryk Masters: HOW did Carver DO that? Dutch Harris: LISTEN TO THE FANS!!! The referee comes in for the mandatory count, and the fans begin to count along with him. 1 (ONE!!!) 2 (TWO!!!) 3 (THREE!!) Enigma begins to stir… 4 (FOUR!!!) Carver’s supporting himself in the ropes, via the turnbuckle. 5 (FIVE!!!!) Eryk Masters: We’re to five!!!!!!!! Dutch Harris: Carver MAY have this.. DON’T count Enigma out though. 6 (SIX!!!!) Eryk Masters: ENIGMA IS BACK UP!!! Dutch Harris: And Carver’s spirits just sunk… he thought he had him… Enigma stands up, and looks Carver dead in the eye. The fans go NUTS. Eryk Masters: AND ENIGMA SAYS THIS ISN’T ANYWHERE NEAR OVER!!! Dutch Harris: …. Enigma stares at Carver, who has the most sadistic looking smirk on his face that he’s ever had. Carver moves towards Enigma, but instead picks the pieces up from the table, and slides them out of the ring. Dutch Harris: Good lord… Eryk Masters: This is… Wow… Finally, Del stands tall, and looks Enigma straight in the eye… They’re just standing there, looking at each other… The look of fierce competitors… the look of two men, who just WANT IT. They want the whole world. They’re circling each other now, the eyes of vultures, staring down their prey… looking for weaknesses… They lock up… Enigma quickly goes behind Carver, and Carver throws an elbow, but he misses. Enigma picks Carver up in a German suplex, and slams him HARD on the mat. But… Eryk Masters: HOLY SHIT. Dutch Harris: HOLY…. SHIT…. THEY’RE… BOTH… UP… The crowd is in a TOTAL frenzy. Both men got up at the SAME time. Carver, showing no effects from the German suplex, and Enigma complete with the stoic arrogance, acting like that shit doesn’t phase him. He looks at Del, and nods. The two lock up once again. This time, Del takes the advantage and moves Davis into a front facelock. He throws Davis’ arm over his neck, and lifts him up…in a vertical suplex position. Del stalls… he stalls… and Chris Davis’ blood is rushing to his head… Eryk Masters: Jesus… What’s Del thinking here? Dutch Harris: He’s thinking he wants to make Chris Davis’ head explode… Eryk Masters: No… And with that No, almost on cue, Del DROPS Chris Davis down, with a FIERCE brainbuster!! Carver goes down with him… But… Dutch Harris: NO FUCKING WAY. Eryk Masters: HOW THE FUCK IS HE BACK UP!?!?! Carver and Enigma stand eye to eye, once again. Dutch Harris: WHERE IS THIS ADRENALINE COMING FROM!?!? Eryk Masters: This is absolutely crazy, Harris… These two will stop at NOTHING to bring this Championship home. Dutch Harris: What the hell are they doing at this point? They’re both COMPLETELY exhausted. It’s going to take one of them DYING in that ring to end this match. Enigma FLOORS Del with a surprise clothesline, and the fans who were so wild with cheers have once again become completely against anything Christopher Davis ever did. Davis goes to the mat with Del. He lifts Carver’s head off the mat, and begins to just POUND away, opening Del’s head up, and causing blood to pour down his face. Standing up, Enigma drops a knee RIGHT ACROSS DEL’S NOSE. Del’s nose, now broken, POURS blood. Dutch Harris: That’s fucking SICK. Eryk Masters: What an EVIL motherfucker. Enigma gets up once again, and brings Carver with him. He grabs Carver by the throat, and spits in his face. He looks at Carver, and locks him in… he throws Carver OVER his head, but HOLDS ON and drives the skull of Diamond Del Carver straight into the mat with a modified overhead belly to belly suplex. He covers Del Carver… 1… 2… 3… Eryk Masters: Here we go again… Dutch Harris: I don’t know what to think here… Carver… Enigma… Holy shit… 1… 2… 3… The crowd is getting behind Del Carver one more time… And he response, by beginning to stir once more… 4… 5… Enigma is looking stoically at his prey… Watching Del try to get up… 6… 7… Carver’s back to his one knee… And then back to his feet… Eryk Masters: How does he fucking do it? Dutch Harris: He doesn’t want his Reign of Honor to be over just yet… he just wants it SO bad… And Carver stands up. He’s holding his nose, but the sadistic look hasn’t left his eyes. Enigma smirks from across the ring, and Carver runs after him. Enigma ducks, but Del sees the evasion coming. He stops in mid run, right in the middle of Enigma’s duck, and grabs Enigma. He whips E into the ropes, and sends an elbow right to the bridge of Enigma’s nose. Enigma goes down HARD, and now it’s Del’s turn to go outside… this time, for steel steps.. Eryk Masters: Oh holy hell… Dutch Harris: Not him too… Don’t go for the steps… holy shit… Carver slides the table into the ring, in what almost seems like a flashback from earlier in the match. Enigma’s standing back up now, and he awaits Carver. He then mockingly motions for Carver to bring it on, and as such, Carver obliges, by bringing it on. He slides into the ring, but instead of letting Enigma get the advantage, he smartly slides in. E lunges after him, but Carver hits with a QUICK forearm uppercut. E is rocked, but not down. He backs into the ropes, and uses them for extra momentum, and he bounds after Carver. Eryk Masters: YES! Dutch Harris: LOOK OUT CARVER. E hits with a clothesline, and Del is knocked into the ropes. Enigma has the opportunity to move the steel steps, and he does so by moving the steel steps into the middle of the ring. This allows Carver the time to get up. Tired, he walks after Enigma, who doesn’t expect Carver up yet. Carver taps E on the shoulder, and when E turns around, he throws a wild right. E ducks, and turns Carver around once more… he locks Carver’s arms… Eryk Masters: THE ABYSS!!! Dutch Harris: NOOO!!!! Time slows down, and Enigma drives Carver’s head into the steel steps… Carver is down… Carver is out… Eryk Masters: He HIT THE ABYSS!!! Dutch Harris: Oh man… Eryk Masters: COVER HIM ENIGMA!!! Enigma covers, and the crowd boos… 1… 2… 3… The pinfall… and now time for the ten count, and the referee begins to count to ten… 1… 2… 3… 4… The crowd begins to chant “Stand Up, Stand Up, Stand Up” but Carver doesn’t move… 5… 6… Dutch Harris: No… no… no… Eryk Masters: YES!!! YES YES YES!!! As much as I like Carver… God damn do I want E to win this… 7… CARVER STARTS TO STIR… The chant gets LOUDER… Enigma’s EXHAUSTED and sitting in the corner turnbuckle… He sees Carver stirring and gets up, preparing for Carver to rise to his feet… 8………. Carver’s up on one knee… but he’s shaking… 9…. Carver falls to the mat, his body draped across the steel steps… 10!!!!!!!!!! Eryk Masters: ENIGMA HAS DONE IT!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! ENIGMA IS THE NEW SHOOT PROJECT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!! Dutch Harris: …. Enigma is up now, barely… Samantha Coil brings the World Heavyweight Championship belt, and hands it to Enigma… she then raises his hand… Samantha Coil: YOUR WINNER AND NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… CHRISTOPHER DAVIS!!! The crowd can do nothing but cheer in respect for the two men who fought for their lives, fought for the gold, and fought for it all, on this night… Eryk Masters: I AM ERYK MASTERS… HE IS DUTCH HARRIS… I’m PARTYING TONIGHT!!! FUCK YES!!! NEW CHAMP!!! WE’LL SEE YOU NEXT MONDAY, FOR MONDAY NIGHT… SHUT UP AND FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! Fade to black.
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