Wednesday Night Warfare
3/27/13
Calm Before the Storm
Steve Davids
- vs -
'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
Standard Rules
Steve Sayors: There's the voice of Dawn Michelle belting out 'Unbreakable' by Fireflight...and there's The Paladin himself, Chris Hartt...making his way to the ring...
Liz Weinberg: Ugggh, turn that garbage off...its so....so...wholesome...is that girl fat, do you know? I have this image of an obese, pock-faced 16-year old screaming in the bathroom right now...
Steve Sayors: I think it's great and very much in the spirit of Warfare, that Chris Hartt takes the time to slap hands with the fans who as a matter of fact, are making it possible for him to make a living! At 5'11, 245, Chris Hartt is a kind of like a jungle cat, big and agile...but the man has some class...he may be a little arrogant, but I think he does indeed live up to his name!
Liz Weinberg: I think he needs a haircut, for one thing. And to visit a tattoo removal specialist. Ah, here comes Steve Davids...much improved! Not a fan of the braids OR the facial hair...but you know, a man who's got the brains to know what his priorities are, well, let's just say you could learn a lot from him...
Steve Sayors: What? I---
Liz Weinberg: Plus, he's not letting these inbred fans so much as touch him on the way to the ring...so its likely he doesn't have MRSA or rabies...
Steve Sayors: Look, Steve Davids definitely is not what I would call a nice guy, not the sort of man you'd necessarily like as a neighbor...but there can be no doubt, he's an animal in the ring...he's actually nearly as broad across as Chris Hartt...and a few inches taller...he doesn't necessarily have Hartt's Spiderman-like agility...but I think he may make up the difference with this, this animal aggression fueled by hunger for I don't what--- fame? destruction?--- bordering on evil, this inhuman motor that doesn't ever stop---
Liz Weinberg: Really, Steve. He's a wrestler, not a humanitarian! Since when is a sin to go after your opponents?
Steve Sayors: He's staring right into Hartt's eyes as the referee gives instruction...Hartt returns the stare, The Paladin is smirking! There's the bell...and we're off! These two powerhouses are locking up in the middle of the ring with a classic tie-up...knee to the stomach by Davids...and now clubbing forearms to follow it...he got a front face-lock on the Paladin now...continuing with the knees...Paladin pushes Davids away...and Davids charges in with a big boot, Hartt ducks...spinning forearm by Steve Davids...! Out of nowhere, Davids has landed one of his most powerful maneuvers!
Liz Weinberg: Alright, get rid of that bum, Steve!
Steve Sayors: There's 1--2--Hartt just barely kicks out! Davids is on him like a shark that smells blood...Davids lifts Hartt's 245-pounds with ease and slams him back down onto the mat...more stomps follow...he lifts Hartt again...the Paladin slips out...he's behind Davids, he's locking in the Avenger...! Davids surges back, slamming Hartt into the turnbuckle...forcing the former collegiate wrestler to relinquish the hold...now Davids turns to crush Hartt, but his hands are groping for nothing but air...the Paladin baseball slid underneath him, elusive as a willow of the wisp...Davids roars in frustration, wheels around, looking to get those huge paws of his around Hartt, Hartt again his too quick...and suddenly, he's got his arms around Davids head and he's leaping into the air for a bull-dog...!
Liz Weinberg: Hartt needs to stand and fight like a man...if he's a former amateur wrestler, why is he jumping around so much...!
Steve Sayors: Hartt is one of the few amateurs that, upon entering the business, has truly absorbed the high-flying style...now he's going to work, trying to tame the animal a little bit with some kicks to the prone David's knees...and now, he's going for a figure-four...Davids trashes his legs around wildly...and kicks Hartt away...but he's got a super-kick awaiting him! David takes the kick full on, but simply roars and comes back with a big boot! Again, Hartt uses his speed to get out of the way, David comes back though, with a clothesline this time...and Hartt stops him in his tracks with a drop-kick to the chest! Again, David ran right into it...but still remains on his feet...David's got Hartt by the throat now...Hartt strips his hand off with a wrist-lock, followed by a kick to the stomach...and a big T-Bone suplex! David's near-250 pounds just got taken up and down with a bang that shook the entire ring!
Liz Weinberg: No! No!
Steve Sayors: Hartt follows up with a Senton Splash...rocking the big man...and a cover by Hartt...Davids kicks out at 2! Davids is back on the attack, snarling as he charges into Hartt with a tackle...but Hartt goes with him, falling to his back and flipping Davids over! Now he grabs the disoriented man...he's going for another flying bull-dog...and Davids counters with a makeshift belly-to-belly suplex...it was once too often to the well for the Minnesotan! Hartt is getting to his feet...axe kick by Davids! Now Davids lifts him up...fall-away slam! He nearly threw him across the ring...!
Davids covers...
1...............
2........................
THREE!
Winner: Steve Davids
MacBeth, back for more!
Pendulum - Slam blast over the P.A system and Chris Macbeth walks out with a cocky smile on his face obviously pleased with himself.
"So he should be after the performance he put in last week against Peter Gilmour"
Macbeth walks around the ring and takes a mic and climbs up the steps and climbs through the ropes.
He climbs up the turnbuckle raising his arms in the air with a very mixed reaction from the crowd.
"I think the brilliant way he performed and took down Peter Gilmour last week has really one some of these fans over finally."
"Hopefully he won't ruin it by doing his normal trick and making fun of the fans"
He isn't scheduled for a match after all.
Dropping down from the turnbuckle he holds the mic to his mouth.
CM: How are you all doing tonight here in the Minnesota
Mixed reaction to Macbeth from the packed out crowd.
CM: As I'm sure you are all aware I am Chris Macbeth and I am here to entertain you.
Macbeth looks out into the crowd, checking out the packed out house.
CM: And I must say what a good looking crowd we have in tonight.
There some cheers from the Minnesota Crowd
CM: I guess you must all be from out if town.
Macbeth laughs as the few cheers turn to boo's
CM: Why you booing.
"What a cheap shot that was"
CM: Oh whatever anyway Last week on Warfare I did what I said would do and defeat 1 half of the Tag Team champions Peter Gilmour.
Gilmour you may have been around for a while but you had never faced anyone like me and taught you a lesson last week.
So as your imaginary crown lays broken in the mud outside your trailer trash home you watch me stood here tonight with all the momentum and flawless motivation to take myself into Gauntlet City to face the best of the best in the XWF to become the "Real" King.
I say the best of the best but some things do make me feel a bit uneasy about the match.
Mainly the fact that it isn't just the best of the best in this match... I mean they are letting in that winless wonder World-1 International.
I mean how does he deserve the chance to become the official King of XWF. I mean just look at his showing in the X-Treme Rules Battle Royal a couple of weeks ago. I launched him over the top rope before he even realised he was in the match. It was embarrassing really and it's embarrassing for then XWF that he is even in the arena for Gauntlet City.
Iron Maiden's 'Caught Somewhere in Time' plays over the PA system, cutting MacBeth off. Suddenly, KnightMask is at the entrance ramp. In his hands, he's carrying a microphone.
"Hang on a second, Chris. I was there in that battle royal, and I can testify firsthand that none of the people that I competed against that night embarrassed themselves. I got to see each one of your skills up close and each one of you guys was a helluva athlete. You and World 1-International went at it that night and you guys went at it hard. Fact is, both of you guys put up a helluva fight and I'm lucky I was in the ring to witness both of you in action. They say there's no honor among thieves, and I guess that's true because a thief just takes stuff from other people...but I like to think that there's honor among fighters...because it takes at least two people to have an awesome fight...and that's just what you and World 1-International had, man."
Steve Sayors: KnightMask is offering Chris MacBeth his hand...MacBeth accepts...only to execute a flying armbar on the masked grappler...! KnightMask locks his hands together, but MacBeth is wrenching like he wants to break KnightMask's arm if he can only break the masked grappler's grip apart first...!
Liz Weinberg: Break it! Break it! MacBeth isn't a fan of that Mickey Mouse garbage the masked man is always spewing...break his arm and send him off to go appear at birthday parties or something...!
Steve Sayors: Security is flooding into the ring...they're breaking them up...it looks like KnightMask is alright...they got into the ring right as MacBeth broke KnightMask's grip...before he could hyper-extend his arm...they're breaking them up...what has gotten into Chris MacBeth? He had a great win last week over the reigning tag-champion Peter Gilmour....and now...this?
Benjamin Crane
- vs -
Sweet Cheapshots
- vs -
KnightMask
Triple Threat -- One Fall
Liz Weinberg: Here comes KnightMask, to, what is it this time? Sounds like something out of a cartoon…
Steve Sayors: KnightMask entering the ring to Iron Maiden’s “Caught Somewhere in Time”, and, wait, no, he’s not entering the ring…he’s got a comic-book in his hands…looks to be a Spiderman comic…and he gingerly sets it down on the time keepers table…now he rolls into the ring, as “Kryptonite” by Three Doors Down plays…and he comes out…alone this time, having discarded his former assistant, Randall, formerly known as Wonder Boy…
Liz Weinberg: Oh, and here he comes…now…Sweet Cheap Shots!
Steve Sayors: Sweet Cheap Shots runs down to the ring, waving his hair around as if he’s getting ready for a Head and Shoulders commercial…and, will you look at that, just dismissing the clutching hands of these adoring fans who paid good money to see him, as if he was royalty or something…
Liz Weinberg: You don’t know what those people have got on them…I wouldn’t want those rednecks touching me either! Although Sweet Cheapshots…he can touch me….any time…
Steve Sayors: The bell has tolled for these three men…and immediately, KnightMask is spinning on his shoulder like a break dancer…into a leg-lock on The Monolith, Benjamin Crane…KnightMask has got a leg isolated and trapped between his own legs…he’s working a toe-hold…Crane rolls with the pressure…KnightMask maintains control, switches to a knee-bar…Crane pushes free foot against KnightMask’s butt, pushing and scooting with everything he’s got…he’s free and back to his feet…KnightMask is right back at him, looking for a headlock takedown…Crane resists…the takedown was just a bait, KnightMask falls into another leg-lock attempt…Crane is still standing, locking to counter…Sweat Cheapshots enters the fray with a clothesline to Crane…and a leg-drop to KnightMask…!
Liz Weinberg: Sweet Cheap Shots isn’t only beautiful…he’s brilliant!
Steve Sayors: KnightMask to his feet, Sweat Cheap Shots has him in a sleeper-hold…KnightMask reverses into a Kimura, or as catch-wrestling purists like to call it, a double wrist-lock…super-kick by Crane to the face of Sweat Cheap Shots…incredible accuracy by Crane…
Liz Weinberg: Now THAT is cheap!
Sayors: Turn about is fair play, Liz! Crane’s exchanging blows with KnightMask, driving the master of leg-locks back with a furious temp of lefts and rights, KnightMask ducks a blow, shoots for a double-leg…lifts Crane high into the air, he’s going to slam him…Crane turns it into a DDT! Standing moonsault by Crane…cover…KnightMask out at 2...what’s Cheap Shots doing…? He’s leaving the ring…he’s picking up the comic book that KnightMask left by the ring keeper….he’s leaning against the crowd barrier and flipping through the comic…he’s got a match to wrestle! This is a triple threat, not a singles match…or a gauntlet like we’re going to be having on the 31st!
Liz Weinberg: What, he’s not entitled to a break, Sayors? What if Cheap Shots started telling you that you weren’t allowed to take breaks at work, hmmm?
Sayors: Well, back in the ring, we have two men that apparently are hear to actually WRESTLE…Crane putting the boots to KnightMask, now taking him to his feet, going for the hip-toss…KnightMask actually jumps over Crane’s hip…takes the Monolith down with a fireman’s carry…directly into an arm-bar…Crane locks his hands together…KnightMask switches to a short-arm scissor…a submission that was a staple of men like Karl Gotch, Lou Thesz, Ad Santel…Crane is in pain…he fights through to stack the smaller man into a pin….1.…2.…KnightMask thrusts with his hips and sweeps Crane back over…Crane is gritting his teeth…the referee is asking him he’s going to tap…Sweet Cheap Shots discards the comic-book…he’s on the ring apron…and Crane fights back, stacking KnightMask up once more in a pin…1...2...Crane suddenly lifts KnightMask aloft…leaps into the air and slams him back down to the mat with a makeshift power-bomb…KnightMask is dazed…Crane backs off…takes a running start…and nails him with the a knee to the face…it’s the Sorceror Supreme! Wait…no, KnightMask rolled with the blow, caught Crane’s leg…and now he’s whipped his legs around him…he’s got Crane wrapped up in the Gordian Leg Knot…when you’re caught in this, there’s no where for your lower-body to go…its like Alcatraz for your legs! He could tickle your toes to death or cripple you with a heel-hook!
Liz Weinberg: Or, you could grab the ropes, like Crane just did. So much for Alcatraz.
Sayors: They’re back to their feet, these two men who have dedicated their lives to seeking out the greatest challenges in the ring and the greatest comic-books outside of it…Crane comes with a super-kick, KnightMask somersaults behind him, locks his arms around Crane’s waist while he’s still in mid-air and is taking him over for a Flying Squirrel slam even as he’s landing…but Crane somehow narrowly floats out of it…I’ve never seen it before…didn’t think it was possible! What agility by The Monolith! Drop-kick by Crane…sending KnightMask into and off the ropes…right into a hurricanrana! Crane on the attack…super-kick to the face of KnightMask…no, KnightMask catches the leg, Dragon-screw, right into an Achilles lock…Crane tries to roll out, KnightMask switches into a step-over toe-hold, channeling the great Frank Gotch…Crane’s got a handful of rope though…
Liz Weinberg: More importantly, looking at Sweet Cheap Shots out there, what great hair…I think he realizes, as do most of the fans here tonight, I’m sure, that these two are simply a waste of his time and energies. Really, its insulting match-making by the XWF to even put these two in the ring with him…
Steve Sayors: Crane with an irish-whip…KnightMask comes off the ropes with a sunset flip…into a scissors around Crane’s torso…and one foot under either armpit…for a tandem Achilles lock on Crane…! Crane kicks free, gets a kick to the face on the masked man, rolls to his feet just as KnightMask also pops back up…duck-under by KnightMask, to a waist-lock, Crane reverses, German suplex--KnightMask floats out, jumps on Crane’s back, he’s got his legs around Crane’s torso and he’s working a rear naked-choke…Crane blocks it, KnightMask inserts his shin between Crane’s hamstring and calf and rolls down, grabbing Crane’s foot and cranking it towards him…brutal calf-slicer…I’m told the masked one calls this The Excalibur! Wait, now he switches to a Wrestler’s Guillotine…what they call the Twister in jiu jitsu or the Cobra Twist amongst the old timers…it was a specialty of Danny Hodge…but Crane slithers out, he’s slick as oil…boot to the stomach by Crane, DDT…countered into a Northern Knights Suplex…no, Crane, insanely enough…lands on his feet…both man are bridging, now they step over…disengage…dropkick by Crane sends KnightMask against the turnbuckle…he runs to follow up, leaps in the air…KnightMask backflips through the air to meet him with a flying knee-bar…! Crane is out of dodge almost less than an instant after they hit the ground…another super-kick attempt by Crane, again, Dragon-screw counter by KnightMask, but his time, Crane uses the momentum to roll out of KnightMask’s grasp, back to his feet…another super-kick attempt…this one successful…KnightMask teeters…Crane follows with a flying forearm smash…KnightMask goes down…
Liz Weinberg: These two idiots…they’re just doing Cheap Shots work for him…brilliant strategy, might I add…
Steve Sayors: And now, Crane is scaling the turnbuckle…I think he’s going to try and hit his specialty shooting star-press, For Asgard…! Wait, Sweet Cheap Shots just took to the turnbuckle with Crane…he’s got him around the neck…PURE SWEETNESS! PURE SWEETNESS! PURE SWEETNESS! From the top turnbuckle…all the way down to the blasted concrete! Ben Crane has just been broken in half! Look at the carnage…I can’t believe it…Ben Crane is not moving…somebody call a blasted ambulance…the human body is not meant to take that kind of punishment…Cheapshots…what’s he doing…he’s telling the referee to ring the bell…to go on and send for the medics…good for Cheapshots…looks like he does have a shred of decency in him…KnightMask is still groggy, but he’s getting up…he’s coming out to help Crane out too…alright, that’s a real show of class from both…NO! Blast it! Sweet Cheapshots with a kick to the groin…and a Sugar Shock to the concrete on KnightMask…! And now, for good measure, a Sugar Shock on Crane…! It was all a ruse…! All a bunch of chicanery by that…that slime ball!
Liz Weinberg: Sayors, who are you to judge? It’s a wrestling match anyway, not ballet! Ah, look at Sweet Cheap Shots tossing that great blonde hair of his around…what a man…
Steve Sayors: Cheap Shots first rolls KnightMask into the ring…then Crane…he piles both men one atop the other…and goes to cover both men…there’s 1...2...and 3! Blast it! Blast it!
Winner: Sweet Cheapshots
Tyrone is Eager
We go backstage where Wallace Witasick is going over charts and diagrams with members of his staff. The staff consists of several men in suits, and then there’s Tyrone in his gym shorts and tank top. He’s doing his best to keep up with the information that Wallace is presenting.
Wallace: “And that concludes tonight’s presentation. Thank you for your time gentlemen. “
The suits pick up their belongings and file out of the office as Tyrone stays behind.
Wallace: “Did you get all of that, Tyrone?”
Tyrone: “Yes boss. Very good presentation boss. I think we should continue to push the red Angelus’ jersey shirts cause-“
Wallace: “Yeah yeah, that’ll do Tyrone. Listen, just hand me your notes.”
Tyrone glances over his notepad, looking somewhat insecure about his notes. Wallace takes the notepad from Tyrone and looks it over. He writes some in large lettering over Tyrone’s notes and hands it back to him. Tyrone looks down at the notepad and it says “MARK FLYN.”
Wallace: “That is who you need to be focusing on from this day forward. You two have a big fight coming up on April 10th. I have a feeling that will be our biggest show yet. I’ve got big plans for it.”
Tyrone nods his head; he must know what Wallace is talking about.
Wallace: “On Sunday I will make the announcement at Wembley Stadium for our plans on April 10.”
You heard it from the directly from the bosses mouth folks! This Sunday, Wallace Witasick will announce what is taking place on April 10th!
World-1 International
- vs -
'Slick' Rick Jones
Standard Rules
Steve Sayors: Evanescence playing through the PA system as World 1-International stands at the entrance ramp...alongside his friend and training partner, KnightMask...
Liz Weinberg: Awww, isn't that sweet...makes you want to puke...but then again, those two freaks deserve each other.
Steve Sayors: There's nothing wrong with friendship, Liz! KnightMask and World 1-International give one another five and then the masked man disappears to the back, no doubt he's going to be watching his friend on one of the tv-sets in the dressing room...
Liz Weinberg: Or maybe he's going to be worrying about himself. Maybe this whole friendship thing is a charade so that he can use World 1-International to learn more about the high-flying style and then ditch him like a bad habit!
Steve Sayors: Is that what you do to bad habits, you ditch them? Because if that's the case, maybe you could ditch the bad habit of treating people poorly and--
Liz Weinberg: No.
Steve Sayors: A metal classic, 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica, heralding the arrival of XWF newcomer, The Slickster, Rick Jones! 6'4, 238, out of Minneapolis, Minnesota, here he is! He's coming down slow, relaxed...he seems totally at ease, making his debut in this, the biggest brand in wrestling, XWF Warfare!
Liz Weinberg: Wow. World 1-International really looks puny next to him...do these guys even belong in the same ring together...? Was there some sort of a mistake or something? Maybe World 1-International got lost on his way to the Midget Wrestling Federation....?
Steve Sayors: Well, as has been well documented, what World 1-International lacks for in size, he makes up for in speed, agility and aerial mastery.
Liz Weinberg: Are you afraid that KnightMask is going to beat you up unless you say nice things about his friend or something?
Steve Sayors: I call it like I see it, Liz...just the facts! We're off to the races here...World 1-International ducks beneath a clothesline from Slick Rick...off the ropes quicker than a hiccup...into a handspring elbow...Rick catches him...World 1-International floats right out...drop-kicks Slick Rick face-first towards the ropes...and back into a roll-up...there's not even one...Rick explodes out and sends the smaller man hurtling forward...World 1-International is already up, and like a cat he leaps onto the top rope, bounces off into a flying heel-kick...Slick Rick catches him...slams him to the mat...ties up, nails a European uppercut, then pulls him in for another one...pushes him off the ropes...Lou Thesz press...! Somehow, World 1-International slides out from him like water slipping through a crack...that is one elusive little man...Rick clutches at him, World 1-International cartwheels away from him...and now, I never get used to that...he's up at the turnbuckle in one single leap...
Liz Weinberg: Big deal...he can jump. One thing he can do right.
Steve Sayors: Somersault off the turnbuckle...into a huricanrana...oh, Slick Rick counters with a sit-down powerbomb...no! Somehow, World 1-International essentially did a sit-up, incredible core strength, he pulled his body up so that his back completely avoided the impact of the power-bomb! Now he scrambles away from the Slick one...who is just as stupefied as I am...baseball slide to the face by World 1-International...standing shooting-star press...cover...Rick Jones throws a shoulder up...and World 1-International shifts his weight around...into an arm-bar! A submission attempt from the high-flier! Jones gets a foot to the rope...at 6'4...his long legs can really help him get to those ropes...World 1-International relinquishes the hold...low-dropkick to the face of Jones as he's getting up...World 1-International presses off into a back-flip...and now, Jones gets up to receive another drop-kick...this time, World 1-International presses off, lands on the middle rope, springboards off into a twisting body-press...and into a spear by Slick Rick! Slick Rick lifts the Japanese-Canadian super-star up by the throat...slams him down with a sit-down choke slam! Now he lifts World 1-International like he was a child...sets up on the turnbuckle...
Liz Weinberg: What's the matter, little man? Not so much fun up there now, is it...? Hmmmm?
Steve Sayors: He's setting him up for his big finisher here and.....
GAME OVER (Pile driver from off the top rope!)
This has to be the end here...
1...
2........
THREE!
Winner: 'Slick' Rick Jones
Rick Jones gets a big win here in his home town tonight!
24/7 Title on Hold till after Gauntlet City!
John Samuels: This will be easy. This will be easy.
The Senator’s words echo throughout the hall as he nervously makes his way to the large door reading “
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,” with Fairchild in tow. He takes a deep breath and straightens out his tie before knocking at the door three times, his face twisted in a nervous, unpleasant smile.
Shane
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: This better be important!
Fearfully, Samuels opens the door. Upon entering his dopey grin is replaced with one of fear. The camera focuses on the face of Shane
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, his one uncovered eye glaring back at the pair.
Sameuls: Sir, I see this was a bad time, I’ll just show myself out.
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: What the hell do you want?
Samuels: Well, Mr.
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, I wanted to talk to you about the battle royal for my title.
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: You’re not getting a free pass. You’re going to defend the title, and that’s final. Quit wasting my time, I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
Samuels: Oh no, no, no, sir. I wouldn’t dream of coming to ask you for a night off. Actually, I came here to make sure that you get paid top dollar for this weekend’s Pay-Per-View.
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: Spit it out already.
Samuels: Well, I can’t help but think that as a champion in the XWF, I have a duty to the fans, and much more importantly- to you, to put on the best performance I can. And while my natural gifts make that an easy task, the stipulation of my belt being up for contest 24 hours a day makes it hard to focus. And I’m sure as you can see--
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points to his eye patch and loudly clears his throat.
Samuels: Right. Eye. Sorry. As I was saying, I’m sure you’re aware that having to keep an eye on every person at all times is exhausting. And it would be a shame if the result of me having to defend my title every waking moment is a lackluster performance. Think about how disappointed the fans will be: Tuning in to watch the great Shane
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’s XWF, paying their hard earned money for the product that you are solely responsible for... and being cheated out of another historic performance from one of the XWF’s brightest stars. That wouldn’t bode well for you, sir, think about all the lost revenue from all those disappointed fans demanding refunds.
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: ...well? Go on!
Samuels: Well sir, I think that it would be in the best interest of the company, and yourself, if the the 24/7 rule for my title was merely put on halt, just until the end of the battle royal. What do you say, Mr.
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?
Shane thinks about it for a second and then shrugs.
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: You know I guess if it gets you out of my sight any faster I'll go ahead and agree. Plus this way we don't have to worry about somebody like John Black getting lucky and becoming champion by the time the Pay Per View airs! It's official then... that title has its 24/7 stipulation suspended until after the match at Gauntlet City. I wonder why Angelus wasn't smart enough to come up with this sort of request for HIS title too? Oh well... Is that all, Samuels?
With a grin, Samuels politely nods and backs out of the doorway, as
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motions for him to hurry up.
MAIN EVENT
Man Preaching Nothing
- vs -
Big Bad Leroy
Xtreme Rules
The bell rings as we get ready for our next match.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is our X-treme main event!”
“Making his way to the ring first from Burlington, Iowa…”
“Like a Rolling Stone” plays over the PA. NMP comes to the ring slowly, eying the crowd and the ring. He begins smiling and laughing, yelling "There is no answer!" as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring to take on his opponent.
“Man Preach Nothing!”
“And his opponent, from Oakland, California…”
Leroy raps and flexes on his way to the ring as his girls Jade and Vixen massage his muscles.
“Big Bad Leroy!”
With Big Bad Leroy and Man Preach Nothing ready to go, the referee gives them the signal, and they lock arms!
MPN is overwhelmed right at the start as BBL shoved him down.
MPN seemed a little shook up from that move, but he presses on.
BBL goes to lock up with MPN again, but MPN ducks under and takes BBL down with a mat slam. MPN’s strength is going to be tested tonight as Leroy weighs in at nearly four hundred pounds.
MPN and BBL trade off in the center of the ring with some fluid like chain wrestling. This isn’t BBL’s area of expertise but he holds his own against MPN. He breaks up the technical exchange with a nasty headbutt to MPN. That’s one way to avoid the mat style of MPN.
BBL sets MPN into the ropes and catches him with a one handed back body drop. He then grabs MPN on his way up and gives him a fall-away slam! Quick pin by BBL.
1
2
MPN kicks out.
BBL throws MPN into the ropes again, but this time MPN slides out of the ring, saving his ass. The crowd boos MPN for this tactic.
BBL walks over to MPN and talks trash down to him. He goes after MPN, but MPN catches him with an uppercut. MPN then gives BBL a double arm DDT on the outside padding! He pins BBL and it might be enough.
1
2
BBL kicks out. MPN might have had the victory if the referee didn’t have to take the extra time to get out of the ring.
MPN takes BBL over to the steps and rams BBL’s head into the ring post. That causes a small gash to form on the forehead of BBL.
MPN goes to work on BBL with some punches as he tries to open up the wound. He brings BBL over to the center of the outside mat for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but BBL pushes him off. MPN tries to charge after BBL, but BBL side steps and throws MPN into the outside guard railing.
BBL pushes away the blood from his forehead and goes after MPN with some kicks. Meanwhile, his Valkyries, Jade and Vixen, cheer him on.
“Get him Leroy!”
BBL picks up MPN and goes to hurl him across ringside with a discus throw, but MPN delivers an elbow smash into the open wound. That’s a soft spot even on the hardened, chiseled body of Big Bad Leroy.
MPN pulls a chair from under the ring and places it on the mat. He takes BBL and delivers him onto the steel chair with a reverse Russian leg sweep! MPN goes for another pin attempt.
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Almost! BBL dug deep and kicked out again.
MPN mounts on top of BBL and begins to choke him with the edge of the steel chair. While doing this, he yells obscenities into the direction of the Valkyries, Jade and Vixen.
The Valkyries cheer Leroy some more.
“Come on baby you got this!”
With all his strength, Big Bad Leroy begins to push the steel chair off of his throw, almost like he’s bench pressing a car! MPN’s eyes widen as he witnesses the beast-like strength of this big black freak.
Jade & Vixen: “Yaaay!”
And he does it! He pushes Man Preach Nothing off of him. MPN is shocked as BBL regains his footing. Leroy then takes the steel chair and begins to break it apart! Oh my God, he’s destroying the steel chair with his bare hands!
MPN takes a couple of steps back as BBL throws what’s left of the chair onto the ground. BBL then knocks him down with a clothesline. Big Bad Leroy then reaches down, grabs MPN by the head with both of his hands, and begins to crush head! Head Crusher! His biceps are bulging out like a range of black mountains as he squeezes MPN’s skull like an orange.
MPN grabs BBL’s fingers and begins pushing them back in order to relieve some of the pressure on his skull. It seems to work as MPN is able to break out of the hold.
MPN then kicks BBL in the balls! BBL drops to one knee as he holds his groin.
MPN pulls out another steel chair which is still put together. He’s about to hit BBL with it when Jaden steps in! Leroy’s Valkyrie grabs the steel chair and pulls it away from MPN.
MPN point at Jaden with a pissed look on his face.
MPN: What do you think you’re doing?
At that moment, Vixxen comes up behind MPN and puts him in a headlock! This woman is manhandling Man Preach Nothing!
MPN does the only thing he can do and drops Vixxen with a back suplex on the mat! Oh my God he just suplexed a defenseless woman!
Jade is shocked. She goes to swing the chair at MPN, but MPN catches it, and pushes her down. MPN has his eyes on Jade now… Oh God, don’t tell me…
Man Preach Nothing creeps up on Jade with the steel chair in hand. Don’t do this MPN, it’s not worth it.
MPN raises the chair and is about to hit Jade with it, but Leroy recovers just in time to tackle him down to the floor.
I can’t believe Man Preach Nothing was thinking about actually hurting Jade. What a sick bastard. That’s not the type of show we run here!
BBL goes to work on MPN with some punches to the back of his head.
Big Bad Leroy: You best stay away from my Valkyries punk!
BBL throws MPN back into the ring. He takes one half of the steel steps and places them on one shoulder before climbing into the ring. This guy’s strength is sick.
With the steel steps still on BBL’s shoulder, MPN runs in and hits him with a dropkick to his knees. That causes BBL to drop the steel steps. MPN drops BBL with a DDT on top of the steel steps! MPN covers BBL.
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JADE BROKE THE COUNT! Yes! What a save by Leroy’s manager.
This upsets MPN even more as he sits up and grabs Jade by her hair.
Jade: “AAAAAH! Let go o’me foo!”
MPN pulls the defenseless woman in, and he sets her up for a DDT! No! Don’t do it!
But BBL makes the save! He takes out MPN with a clothesline and goes to work on him with some stomps.
Once MPN is down, BBL turns his direction to Jade who is furious with Man Preach Nothing.
BBL: “You gotta get out dis ring, girl!”
BBL manages to calm down Jade and gets her out of the ring. But at that moment, MPN runs in and hits him out of nowhere with a Swinging Neckbreaker! He covers BBL, and throws up both feet on the bottom ropes for leverage.
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Big Bad Leroy kicks out after the three count! And he’s right back up to his feet with blood all over his face. He tries to go after Man Preach Nothing, but MPN has already fled the ring.
Big Bad Leroy stomps the mat as he watches Man Preach Nothing walk away with a stolen victory.
Winner: Man Preach Nothing
With the final show leading into Gauntlet City now coming to a close we can only look forward to an interesting future. Will Mark Flynn still be the Warfare champion after Gauntlet City? Will have more excitement in store next week.
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