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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:56:29 GMT -5
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Yoko v Dream
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Poco Locos v Evilbush
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Ridley v Monkeybaal
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Gary v Mean Gene
If Gary loses he leaves the fed.
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HYT Open
Tyd
Radobar
Spike
Ginger Bread Man
Jack Fury
Masked Assassin
Dream
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PDogg v Skurai
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Kane v V-3
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Bladeshadow v RDK
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:56:50 GMT -5
The pyros explode to announce the beginning of Nitro, and the arena is full to capacity as always. The fans are in high spirits, but their enthusiasm is converted into major heel heat as “Evolution” by Motorhead hits and Chairman WCW 98 strides out on to the entrance ramp; this only increases as he is joined by a smirking Commissioner RDK and they proceed at a leisurely pace down to the ring. The ring is already occupied by a fresh faced young man in a new suit; with microphone in hand the fans work out that he is the new announcer, obviously brought in to replace Gingerdude. He looks nervous as the senior management approach, but he retains his composure to announce their arrival.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, now approaching the ring…….Commissioner RDK and the Chairman of the Board, WCW 98!
WCW and RDK enter the ring; RDK holds the ropes for WCW to climb through. A chant of “A**hole” is already starting up as WCW and RDK stalk to either side of the new announcer, who is looking increasingly uncomfortable. WCW smiles at the young lad, in the manner of a crocodile eyeing up a young antelope near the Zambezi.
WCW: Well now RDK, I guess this rosy – cheeked young man must be our new ring announcer. Welcome to the company, son. I presume you know who I am?
Announcer (hesitantly):Y-yes sir, you are the chairman of the board.
WCW: Correct! (To RDK) We’ve got ourselves a smart one here. (Turning back to the young guy) and do you know who this is?
Announcer (thinking quickly): Yes. That is Commissioner Randy Dallas Kanyon, also known as RDK. One of the most decorated wrestlers in this federation.
RDK gives a condescending smile; WCW claps his hands together in a display of mock delight.
WCW: You know, I don’t think I could have put it better myself……give yourself a gold star, lad. You’re doing great, I just have one more question…….(tone becomes suddenly more menacing)……who are you?
Announcer (Becoming nervous again)Uh…My name is Philip, sir. Philip Jones.
RDK looks at him and gives a little shake of his head; WCW continues to smile but his expression is now shot through with malice.
WCW: Oh, what a shame son, you were doing so well there……….
WCW nods to RDK who suddenly comes forward and hits his DDT / Elbow drop combo on the defenceless announcer, who curls up on the floor in agony. The crowd bursts into a storm of shouting and disapproval, but WCW just sneers at them as he launches into a raging tirade.
WCW: NOW EVERYONE IN THIS D*MN ARENA GET THIS INTO YOUR THICK HEADS! I AM THE CHAIRMAN OF THE ****ING BOARD, THE OWNER – I CONTROL EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS HERE, I’M THE ****ING KING OF THE WORLD! IF I SAY YOUR NAME IS SHARON, YOU ASK ME HOW MANY R’S I SPELL IT WITH! I DON’T CARE IF YOU PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT, EVERYONE EMPLOYED BY THIS COMPANY WILL DO EXACTLY AS I DESIRE, AND EXACTLY AS THE COMMISSIONER DESIRES! AND THERE’S NOT A D*MN THING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!
The sound in the arena is extraordinary as WCW and RDK lord it over the fans……this continues for a few moments and WCW is about to go on when suddenly the big screen above the entrance switches from showing the arena to display a shot apparently from within a plush, wood paneled office. There is a huge oak desk with a computer on it, and behind this is a high backed leather chair, swiveled away so that the occupant is hidden. WCW looks at the screen, and confusion is mingled with his anger; RDK and the rest of the audience are equally at a loss. Then from behind the desk, a soft voice with a Californian accent is heard:
Mystery voice: I see your personnel skills are as good as they ever were, WCW.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:57:06 GMT -5
The pyros explode to announce the beginning of Nitro, and the arena is full to capacity as always. The fans are in high spirits, but their enthusiasm is converted into major heel heat as “Evolution” by Motorhead hits and Chairman WCW 98 strides out on to the entrance ramp; this only increases as he is joined by a smirking Commissioner RDK and they proceed at a leisurely pace down to the ring. The ring is already occupied by a fresh faced young man in a new suit; with microphone in hand the fans work out that he is the new announcer, obviously brought in to replace Gingerdude. He looks nervous as the senior management approach, but he retains his composure to announce their arrival.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, now approaching the ring…….Commissioner RDK and the Chairman of the Board, WCW 98!
WCW and RDK enter the ring; RDK holds the ropes for WCW to climb through. A chant of “A**hole” is already starting up as WCW and RDK stalk to either side of the new announcer, who is looking increasingly uncomfortable. WCW smiles at the young lad, in the manner of a crocodile eyeing up a young antelope near the Zambezi.
WCW: Well now RDK, I guess this rosy – cheeked young man must be our new ring announcer. Welcome to the company, son. I presume you know who I am?
Announcer (hesitantly):Y-yes sir, you are the chairman of the board.
WCW: Correct! (To RDK) We’ve got ourselves a smart one here. (Turning back to the young guy) and do you know who this is?
Announcer (thinking quickly): Yes. That is Commissioner Randy Dallas Kanyon, also known as RDK. One of the most decorated wrestlers in this federation.
RDK gives a condescending smile; WCW claps his hands together in a display of mock delight.
WCW: You know, I don’t think I could have put it better myself……give yourself a gold star, lad. You’re doing great, I just have one more question…….(tone becomes suddenly more menacing)……who are you?
Announcer (Becoming nervous again)Uh…My name is Philip, sir. Philip Jones.
RDK looks at him and gives a little shake of his head; WCW continues to smile but his expression is now shot through with malice.
WCW: Oh, what a shame son, you were doing so well there……….
WCW nods to RDK who suddenly comes forward and hits his DDT / Elbow drop combo on the defenceless announcer, who curls up on the floor in agony. The crowd bursts into a storm of shouting and disapproval, but WCW just sneers at them as he launches into a raging tirade.
WCW: NOW EVERYONE IN THIS D*MN ARENA GET THIS INTO YOUR THICK HEADS! I AM THE CHAIRMAN OF THE ****ING BOARD, THE OWNER – I CONTROL EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS HERE, I’M THE ****ING KING OF THE WORLD! IF I SAY YOUR NAME IS SHARON, YOU ASK ME HOW MANY R’S I SPELL IT WITH! I DON’T CARE IF YOU PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT, EVERYONE EMPLOYED BY THIS COMPANY WILL DO EXACTLY AS I DESIRE, AND EXACTLY AS THE COMMISSIONER DESIRES! AND THERE’S NOT A D*MN THING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!
The sound in the arena is extraordinary as WCW and RDK lord it over the fans……this continues for a few moments and WCW is about to go on when suddenly the big screen above the entrance switches from showing the arena to display a shot apparently from within a plush, wood paneled office. There is a huge oak desk with a computer on it, and behind this is a high backed leather chair, swiveled away so that the occupant is hidden. WCW looks at the screen, and confusion is mingled with his anger; RDK and the rest of the audience are equally at a loss. Then from behind the desk, a soft voice with a Californian accent is heard:
Mystery voice: I see your personnel skills are as good as they ever were, WCW.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:57:30 GMT -5
WCW’s brow furrows as he listens to the voice; then his face abruptly drains of fury, replaced by genuine shock as something clicks in his head. Everyone else is still in the dark, and this does not change as the chair pivots to reveal a reasonably handsome, blond haired man, in his early 30s, with a winning smile and a gorgeous tan. He wears a simple white tee shirt and khaki pants, with designer glasses. The mystery person leans forward into the camera and his eyes seem to bore straight into WCW, even though he is only projected on a video screen.
Mystery man: Well good evening everyone, I do apologize for disturbing your enjoyment of the show tonight. Allow me to introduce myself……….my name is Jeff Veasey, more commonly known to many of you as CJayC.
There is a buzz of excitement as those in the know fill in their friends; CJayC is well known as the millionaire creator and head honcho of GameFaqs Inc. WCW has recovered from his initial surprise, and now he looks more than a little annoyed by the turn of events.
RDK (quietly, to WCW) Hey, is that really CJayC? And what in the blue heck is he doing on that screen? What’s this all about, boss?
WCW: Shut up.
CJayC beams and continues:
CJayC: Now I owe you good people an explanation for my behaviour, unlike WCW there I don’t consider myself to be one step down from the almighty…The fans laugh and begin to pay more attention….As you all know, GF WCW rose from the ruins of the old GFWWE. The Chairman here brought together the talent and the staff needed, but in order to actually get up and running he found himself in need of a large sum of ready cash. Which is where I come into the story……..I agreed to fund the creation of the federation, and allowed the use of the term “GameFaqs”. But of course, being a businessman I didn’t just do this out of the goodness of my heart.
The buzz in the arena begins to grow as some of the more perceptive crowd members work out where the story is heading………<br>
CJayC: You see, WCW hasn’t been telling any of you the whole truth. When he signed the deal with me, there was a clause included that gives me the right to invoke powers equal to his own, as I retain control of half the company stock. At the time, I told WCW that he would basically be free to do what he wanted, that I had many other things to focus on…….and things would have remained that way, had WCW proven himself to be capable of running the federation in a fair and balanced manner.
CJayC leans right in to the camera, and his tone hardens; WCW actually steps back a few paces in the ring.
CJayC: But then, I saw the events that unfolded at Uncensored……..and my fears were confirmed by what happened on Thunder. You, WCW, are a disgrace!
The crowd roars its approval as WCW’s face turns crimson with anger.
CJayC: Now I can’t have you removed as Chairman, WCW……and I can’t sack any of the people you choose to employ, no matter how twisted they may be. But the reverse is true of anyone I choose to employ, as well.
WCW looks puzzled, but his anger increases as he realizes what CJayC is saying….
CJayC: So I’ve decided to appoint someone to be my representative in the fed, full time. Someone who will have the ability to make matches and stipulations……and whose decisions cannot be overruled without the agreement of both the Chairman and myself. In short, a new Commissioner. Would you like to meet him?
The crowd answers deafeningly in the affirmative and CJayC grins.
CJayC: Well then I’ll let him take it from here. I’ll be keeping an eye on you, WCW, and all your cronies………take care now, y’hear?
The screen flicks off and everyone looks around eagerly……for a few moments nothing happens, and then Foleys theme kicks up on the speakers. Everyone looks to the entrance way, and a huge wave of noise erupts as a very familiar figure walks out into the spotlights…………
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:58:00 GMT -5
WCW and RDK’s faces are a picture of fury as Gingerdude walks down the ramp, microphone in hand. He climbs into the ring, and smiles as the crowd chant his name; shyly he waves a hand to bring them to order.
Ginger: Good Evening gentlemen, I suspect you weren’t expecting to see me again so soon?
WCW and RDK stare with cold anger in their eyes as Ginger continues.
Ginger: I have to say I was surprised to get the phone call from Jeff in the hospital…..but he’s a very persuasive guy. Now then, to business……..Mr Veasey has basically given me carte blanche to do as I see fit, but he did make one specific request, so I’m going to fulfill that now. My first act as Commissioner is to set a match for tonight……….one I think all the fans here will be very keen to see. Because tonight, the fans are going to see one of the most decorated wrestlers in this federation, live in the ring!
Ginger pauses for a second to let the crowd’s reaction peak…….
Ginger: That’s right RDK, tonight you will be in action………..against the WCW Champion, Bladeshadow!
RDK is stunned, then he turns angrily to WCW.
RDK: I don’t believe this! There’s no way I’m going to wrestle a match made by this idiot! You’re the Chairman, cancel the match! NOW!
WCW (angrily) Don’t you DARE speak to me like that RDK. You heard Mr Veasey…. (his voice is filled with hatred….) There’s nothing I can do about it. He looks evilly at Ginger….But then, there’s nothing he can do about this, either.
WCW suddenly launches himself at Ginger and starts laying into him; RDK wastes no time in joining in, and the crowd roars its disapproval. Almost immediately though they are on their feet cheering as Bladeshadow rushes in from the back and makes an early start on RDK. WCW sees Blade and hurriedly slides out of the ring, with RDK right behind; Blade stays and helps Ginger up. The four men face off as RDK and WCW retreat, shouting insults all the way. Blade just smiles and indicates to RDK that he intends to finish the job on him later in the show. Then he and Ginger also leave the ring together, and the crowd applauds the new commissioner all the way back to the locker rooms.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:58:16 GMT -5
Match 1: Yoko vs Dream
After the explosive revelations from CJayC the crowd is on a high, and their enthusiasm does not diminish as a recovered Philip steps forward to announce the first match.
“The Flower of Carnage” from the Kill Bill Soundtrack hits
Philip: The first contest is a singles match, set for one fall……….introducing first, making her WCW debut – from Okinawa, Japan, Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko springs forward into the spotlight, clearly very excited and keen to get started in her very first professional match. She waves and blows kisses to the fans on the way to the ring, and then warms up as she awaits her opponent.
Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots hits
Philip: And her opponent………….Dream!
Dream comes out to a big pop, and she greets the fans as she walks down to the ring, showing off her gorgeous shapely figure. She enters the ring and paces around, looking at her opponent; her face suggests that she does not consider the newcomer to be very much of a threat. The referee checks that all is prepared, and then gives the signal to get things going.
Bell Rings.
Dream takes advantage of Yoko’s inexperience and moves in to lock up with her before Yoko has a chance to prepare herself. Dream wrenches Yoko’s arm a couple of times before whipping her with the same arm into a corner; Yoko holds her arm but has regained her focus, and as Dream runs forward she slips aside so that Dream runs into the turnbuckle. As Dream recoils from the impact, Yoko rebounds from the ropes into a jumping clothesline that connects at Dream’s neck and sends her down to the mat. Yoko pins, but Dream easily kicks out before 2. The ladies meet again in the centre and Dream again overpowers her opponent; she restrains her around the head before delivering a string of kicks to the gut. Shifting the hold Dream hits her favoured belly to belly suplex, and goes for a cover of her own; Yoko responds almost exactly as the ref’s hand hits for 2. Undeterred, Dream collects up her opponent and tries to set up for a piledriver, but Yoko wriggles herself free before Dream can hit the move. Coming close once more, Dream goes for a whip on Yoko but it is reversed and Dream is sent into the ropes; on her return Yoko moves smoothly into a bulldog. Yoko pins again and receives a 2 count; as Dream gets back up, her initial cockiness is fast being replaced by annoyance.
Battle resumes and Dream tries to floor her opponent with kicks to the head; Yoko weaves lightly around to avoid them so that Dream begins to tire. Once Dream’s offence is worn down, Yoko slips behind her opponent and gives her a few kicks to the backs of her knee joints; Dream’s legs buckle and she slips to her knees. With her opponent in position Yoko demonstrates her “pop from Okinawa”, a beautiful Shining Wizard – Dream is floored and Yoko quickly covers for a count of 2.5. Yoko feels that she has the measure of her opponent, but her lack of experience proves to be a disadvantage as rather than becoming dispirited, Dream is simply fired to increase her attack. Yoko lets her guard down for just a fraction too long, and Dream gets close enough to lock on her Sweet Dreams finisher. Yoko has seen submission moves many times on TV, but she is not prepared for the reality of being caught in one and she struggles desperately to escape. Dream smiles and increases the pressure, but Yoko calms herself and clears her head; she focuses her strength and finally powers free with a burst of energy.
Dream stamps her foot angrily; the crowd are impressed by Yoko, and they start to get behind her. This further enrages Dream, and she gives Yoko the slip to lock on for her trademark rolling suplexes. 3 times she drives Yoko into the mat, and Dream covers with a smirk, certain that her opponent is defeated……but instead Yoko forces up a shoulder just before the 3 count. The crowd cheers for the brave newcomer, and Dream is distracted; Yoko takes the brief opportunity and rolls clear of her opponent. Dream pursues angrily and grabs Yoko, whipping her against the ropes, but Yoko comes back fast and hard, shoulder – charging into Dream and knocking her to the floor. As Dream gets back to her feet, Yoko kicks her hard in her stomach; Dream doubles over in pain and gives Yoko the perfect opportunity to hit her flying guillotine (Fameasser) finishing move. Dream is driven face first into the canvas, and Yoko quickly pins to grab the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner……….Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko gives a high pitched scream of delight and jumps about in celebration; Dream picks herself up and looks with undisguised fury at her opoonent. Yoko remembers her manners and makes a little bow; Dream smiles coldly and holds out her hand, but when Yoko takes it she slaps her with her free hand and then grabs her to deliver her N.A.M.O.T finisher (Exploder snap powerslam). Yoko rolls on the mat in pain and the crowd boos Dream, who arrogantly flips them off before heading back to the locker rooms. Yoko, meanwhile, picks herself up; she does not become angry but as she heads backstage it is obvious that she is mentally noting Dream’s actions, for repayment at a later date.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:58:35 GMT -5
Segment: The wrath of Skurai (Credit: Skurai)
The crowd does not know what will happen next; they explode into loud cheers as New Noise hits the speaker system. The audience roars and chants as Skurai makes his way to the ring. Along with his usual attire, he has many bandages covering the wounds received at Uncensored.
Skurai: Well hello everyone! I know you must be excited seeing how this is the first time I have been seen since Uncensored!
Skurai chant starts
Skurai: I think you all know why I wasn't able to make it to the last Thunder. For those of you didn't get to see Uncensored this is what happened. Roll the footage stage monkeys!
On the screen it shows footage of the last part of the TV Title match; Skurai taking Ridley, Rose, himself and the cell out with a Swanton. After the match, Skurai saving Rose from Ridley and how Rose repays him. Rose and Ridley holding Skurai in pain and him passing out. The footage ends with RDK, Ridley, and Rose in celebration.
Skurai: After the beatdown from that infamous trio I wondered, what should I do next? Well than it came to me. I should just tell everyone what I think of them. First let’s start of with RDK. So far the Commisioner has not been that impressive. I mean last week he got his ass handed to him by Gary! Jesus, Commish I thought you would do better than that. First you show two impressive victories beforehand only to get destroyed……..by Gary!
crowd erupts for Gary, who is quickly becoming the Eugene of the federation in the crowd’s eyes, only with even worse hair.
Skurai: Next lets go onto the bitch of the group. The White Rose. I help you out and that you beat the crap out of me? Nice. Wonder if that’s how you behaved at school? Teacher would help you with your homework, she turns around and BAM! Smack in the back of the head with your seat. I thought you were well mannered....
Skurai: Finally lets move on to the Infamous Lord Of Hardcore Ridley himself. I remember back in GFWWE me and you were pretty good friends beside being on different shows. I lent you my meathook and you killed a couple of people. Oh tons of laughs but ever since you got here we haven't been the best of buds. Well now I wonder why we were ever friends before. You think you’re the King Of Violence? Well I don't really think a person like that would be the King Of Tongue. Monkeys roll some more footage!
Screen shows Ridley and Rose frenching each other. People in the audience scream with disgust.
Skurai: Pretty sick ain't it? When I was at home I nearly threw up upon seeing that travesty against God. Well I am just here to tell the three of you, even if I don't get around to getting my revenge on you now…… it will happen. It may not be this month or next....or maybe it will be, but it WILL happen so just watch your god damn backs.
Skurai throws down the mic and New Noise hits as he leaves through the crowd.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:59:06 GMT -5
Match 2: Poco Locos vs EvilBush (Credit: Latino)
Skurai’s little speech has whipped the crowd up and they wait eagerly for the next match.
Philip: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Coming to the ring…The Poco Locos!
Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson starts playing as Edge & Rey Mcfoley walk down to the ring completely ignoring the fans. Both men are very focused on this match knowing that they both want a win.
Philip: And coming to the ring at a combined weight of…what?
Philip is cut off momentarily by the referee explaining to him that Evilbush are not in the arena right now. Just as Philip is about the make the announcement the camera turns towards the titantron showing a long black limo arriving. The limo stops as the driver gets out and opens the door, standing and waiting for someone to get out. The camera slowly pans around him and shows more and more of the inside of limo just as Sylvian Mint steps out of the limo followed by Evilrmq.
Sylvian (speaks towards Evil): Come on, hurry up and let’s get going - we have a match to win!
Evil listens to him though it is clear on his face that he does not like Sylvian’s tone.
Evilbush - Get Lost! starts playing as the backstage crew follows the tag team all the way through the backstage area. Unlike Goldberg they do not get lost or forget how to use a doorknob. They finally make their way through the curtains and come out yelling at the fans. Both men stop walking to taunt at a young kid sitting with his father, which receives a huge amount of heat from the fans in attendance. They finally reach the ring as the bell sounds after their long overdue entrance.
The Bell rings.
Sylvian and Edge start off the match. Edge turns to his partner to talk once more. At the same time, Sylvian is taunting the crowd. who respond with numerous boos and someone yells “Goldberg is better than you!” - the ultimate insult for any wrestler. Sylvian is shocked by this and immediately hits Edge in the back with his forearm, sending Edge to the mat. Sylvian kicks Edge in the gut and grabs him, Irish whipping him towards the ropes. As Edge comes back towards his opponent he jumps up for a high clothesline knocking Sylvian down. The fans start chanting “This match sucks!” and for some odd reason a “Hogan” chant has just started echoing throughout the arena. Edge notices this and becomes frustrated as he yells and taunts at the crowd. While this is going on Evil gets a chair and leaves it on the apron near Sylvian. Evil runs into the ring but the ref stops him and tries to get him back in his corner. While the ref is distracted, Sylvian grabs the chair and smacks Edge right on the forehead. It sends echoes throughout the arena but for some reason the referee can’t seem to hear it. Must be that “Hogan” chant that started five minutes ago. Rey sees this and immediately comes up from behind and clips Sylvian’s leg. He now picks up the chair is about to hit Sylvian with it when the ref notices him. Rey shakes his head in denial screaming out “I wasn’t going to hit him!”. The ref takes away the chair and throws it outside.
With the ref’s back again turned, Sylvian hits a low blow on Mcfoley sending his opponent to his knees in utter pain. Sylvian gets up with a smirk on his face as he yells at Rey for trying to interfere as the illegal man. Edge with a bloody face takes this opportunity to low blow Sylvian and falls back to the mat. The ref now turns around in shock as he sees all three men on the mat one all bloody and two practically sobbing from the low blow. Evil is the only man who is actually standing as he keeps calling for his partner to get up. Rey rolls over the apron on to the outside mats just as Sylvian crawls slowly towards his partner and finally makes the tag. Evil picks up Edge and gives him a couple punches to the face. Edge responds and punches him back. Both men keep trading punches and Sylvian can be heard from the apron ordering Evil to beat down Edge; Evil is immensely irritated by this but he keeps his focus on the task in hand. Edge kicks his opponent in the gut and gives him the Dark Calling, picking him up by head, dropping him and then scratching his face until it bleeds. Now with both men bloody Edge calls for the the Loco Death Drop, a 3-D. Evil starts fighting back, trying to avoid this and sends Edge to Sylvian’s corner. Evil’s partner holds Edge in place as Evil runs aforwardnd goes for a kick to Edge’s face; instead Edge gets out causing Evil to miss and hit Sylvian in the head sending him down to the outside. The referee goes to look at the downed Sylvian, who is yelling and complaining bitterly; in doing so however he distracts the referee at a critical point. As Evil turns around after checking if his partner is ok Edge grabs him, and Rey Mcfoley slips into the ring to bring him back down hard onto the mat for the The Loco Death Drop! Edge goes for the pin as Rey slides out, and the referee spots the pin to count the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here are your winners…the Poco Locos!
Sylvian gets back into the ring as the Pocos Locos leave the ring in celebration, delighted to have overcome their heel rivals. Both Evil and Sylvian start to exchange words but Sylvian seems to be most dominant; it is obvious that Sylvian blames Evil for their loss. He then pushes his partner to the mat and yells at him some more. The look on Evil’s face has turned to the pure anger. Sylvian tells him to get back up. Evil slowly gets up with a furious look on his face but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just leaves his partner standing in the ring alone. At this moment the fans start chanting “You suck!” over and over again, sending Sylvian into a tantrum. He leaves the ring and starts yelling at some fans saying, “I’m better than you, all of you!” His tirade continues all the way back to the locker rooms and echoes back to the arena for some time beyond.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 15:59:40 GMT -5
Segment: Battle of the Sexes
Backstage, Yoko Satoshi is walking through the corridors; as she passes one of the locker rooms GWD steps out, a smile on his face.
GWD: Well if it isn’t the schoolgirl prodigy. I hear you got lucky tonight.
Yoko: I do not understand what you mean……….I defeated my opponent fairly with my own natural skills. Luck had nothing to do with it.
GWD: Oh, sure, sure, you did ok…….against another woman. I mean it’s not as if you beat a guy or anything.
Yoko: Are you saying that I am incapable of beating a man, because I am a woman?
GWD: Well let’s be honest honey, a petite lady like yourself doesn’t stand a chance against the guys in this fed. They don’t call you the “weaker sex” for nothing.
Yoko looks angry, but her polite nature stops her from saying something rude. At that moment however, Flea sticks his head out of the locker room door, a grin plastered across his face.
Flea: Don’t listen to a word he says love, the guy’s full of bull. And I bet he’s neglected to mention who he lost his last singles match to as well…………
GWD shoots a furious look at Tyd; Yoko raises an eyebrow.
Yoko: Yes I believe he has. Would you be kind enough to tell me?
Flea: Now let me see…..I had it just a minute ago………oh yes, that’s right. His partner Kane got his ass whipped by Latino, which means that GWD took on Latino’s partner……
Yoko: You mean…… DJ Blaze?
Flea: You got it. Size isn’t everything, cherie…..you can take on anyone in this fed, if you’ve got the spirit for it.
Flea flashes a smile at Yoko, who nods and smiles back at him before he disappears back into the locker room. GWD scowls angrily.
GWD: Don’t get any ideas, missy. That was a fluke result………there’s no way I’m ever losing to a woman again, and especially not to a rookie like you!
GWD turns and stalks off down the corridor. Yoko watches him thoughtfully.
Yoko: We will see, sir, we will see. I have always achieved everything I have set my mind on, and I have no intention of stopping now.
Yoko walks away and the scene fades out.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:00:13 GMT -5
Match 3: Ridley vs Monkeybaal
By now Philip, the new announcer, is getting into his stride and he looks more confident as he calls forth the competitors in the next match.
Philip: This match is set for one fall……….entering the arena, Monkeybaal!
Float on by Modest Mouse hits and Monkey enters; his usually bright persona is not in evidence on this particular evening. He looks deathly serious as he approaches the ring, and barely notices the crowd.
The lights in the arena are extinguished and the noise volume rises……..
GONG…………..
GONG………....
Philip: And his opponent, from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama………….Ridley!
An eerie light illuminates Ridley as he stands at the entrance; even without his druids he is a fearful sight. “Gay Bar” hits and the lights burst back into life; Ridley proceeds to the ring with the crowd going crazy. He steps up into the ring and removes his hood; his dark grin reveals his sharpened canines as he disrobes. Monkeybaal watches this very carefully, but to his credit he holds position and makes Ridley walk round him to view the assembled masses. Ridley stretches his muscular frame and flexes his fingers as a tiger might flex its claws before a hunt; the referee waves to the timekeeper and the bell rings for the start of the match.
Bell Rings.
Ridley stands and waits patiently for Monkey to make the first move; Monkey cautiously moves around and dodges about, trying to prick Ridley into a response, but Ridley is far too smart to fall for this. Eventually Monkey’s patience evaporates and he runs in from behind, but this just plays right into Ridley’s hands and with precision timing he turns and swings a punch at Monkey, who literally runs into his fist. The referee warns Ridley about his closed hand but Ridley just shrugs as if to say “he did it to himself” before taking hold of the dazed Monkey and delivering a Black hole slam. Ridley pins, more to gauge the state of his opponent than in any realistic hope of a 3 count, and Monkey kicks free just before 2. Ridley whips Monkey into the corner and runs forward for a turnbuckle splash, but Monkey slips aside at the last second and Ridley splashes the turnbuckle. Monkey is pleased to have given his opponent the slip, but his face falls as he realizes that Ridley’s chest protector has absorbed most of the impact; the net result is that Ridley is now somewhat annoyed by his opponent and his face shows real malice as he pursues Monkey around the ring.
Monkey senses the change in Ridley’s demeanor, and he slides out of the ring to try and but a little time to formulate a counter plan. Ridley though is in no mood to mess about; with a frightening turn of speed he catches up to Monkey, restrains him and then uses his Torpedoes Away throw to propel the unfortunate Monkey into the mass of chairs surrounding the timekeeper and the ring bell. People scatter as Monkey rockets toward them, and he cannons into the furniture; the bell drops to the floor with a clang. Monkey’s head spins as the fans closest to the barriers crane to get a better look, but they shrink back as Ridley storms forward and hauls Monkey to his feet. Ridley climbs back on to the apron, dragging Monkey along with him, and executes the Drop to Hell, delighting his fans but also making some of the other audience members wince in sympathy for his opponent. Monkey is in serious trouble as Ridley rolls him back into the ring, but his spirit is not yet exhausted and somehow he finds the will to raise a shoulder just before the 3 count.
Ridely seems genuinely cross this time that the pin was unsuccessful, and there is a nasty glimmer in his eyes as he kicks the prone Monkey violently all around his body. The crowd are not 100% happy with this and they encourage Monkey to resist; Monkey responds and gathers up the last of his energy for a final stand. He rolls away and regains his feet; fired by the crowd he goes forward with all guns blazing, swinging at Ridley and forcing him backward until he is able to grab his opponent for a suplex. The crowd cheers, and Monkey immediately sets up for a second; it connects and finally Monkey lifts up Ridley into position for the F-U; he does not waste time going to the post but instead hits the move from a standing position. The ring shudders and the crowd roars as Monkey pins……the referee counts 1,2 but just before 3 Ridley does his ‘Taker sit – up, and grins venomously at the exhausted Monkey. Ridley stands tall, and Monkey has nothing left with which to resist; a straightforward Emerald Fusion is all that is required to finish the job. Ridley pins with one hand and the referee quickly counts to bring the match to an end.
Philip: Here is your winner…………..Ridley!
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:00:37 GMT -5
The crowd’s reaction is a mix of cheering and some disapproving shouts, highlighting the crowd’s uneasiness over Ridley’s apparently limitless capacity for causing suffering. Ridley regards Monkey on the mat with a cool eye; as he does so the crowd’s shouting becomes more negative as The White Rose appears on the runway and makes her way to the ring. Rose climbs into the ring and looks at Monkey, malevolence sparkling in her eyes; just as Monkey is trying to stand Rose kicks him viciously back to the mat and then locks on her figure four hold. Monkey grits his teeth and tries to break free, but Ridley swiftly applies his own Straightjacket, to complete the double – team move known as “The Gallows”. Monkey is already in a bad state and in no condition to resist a 2 on 1 assault; he screams in agony and Ridley and Rose’s faces are the very image of perverted pleasure.
The crowd is now most definitely turning against the heel duo, and they shout and yell angrily – but this just seems to make Ridley and Rose more pleased. Suddenly though the whole atmosphere is shattered as Eddie G and Chyna’s theme explodes from the speaker system; hanging upside down, Rose is the first to see Latino and Blaze rushing down the entrance ramp at top speed. Rose shouts to Ridley and releases her figure four; by the time she is able to extract herself Blaze and Latino are right on top of them. Blaze grabs Rose by her long white hair and starts punching her in the head, fury at the heels’ actions giving her increased strength. Ridley drops Monkey to the canvas and engages with Latino; the two trade blows and the crowd is going ballistic. Blaze disposes of Rose by chucking her out through the ropes and she bangs her head as she lands; Ridley is starting to overcome Latino but Blaze rushes around and adds her own force to that of her partner. Already somewhat worn from his match, Ridley is forced backwards to the ropes; shoulder to shoulder, Latino and Blaze swing simultaneous kicks at Ridley’s head and he is knocked clean over the top rope and down on to the floor, just missing the recovering Rose. Ridley sits bolt upright and looks up at the two faces above him; he and Rose are absolutely consumed by hateful rage and they prepare to storm the ring. Before they can do this however a very large group of security staff charge down to the ring and separate the warring factions. Rose seems to want to try and break through, but Ridley considers the implications of directly attacking people who are just doing their job on live TV and he holds Rose back. In the ring, Blaze and Latino have acquired microphones and the crowd’s cheering subsides a little as the audience waits to see what they have to say.
Latino: You couldn’t resist it, could you holmes? It’s never enough for you just to win a match, you sick freaks have to have your fun afterward………well you can forget about that from now on. We knew you two would do something like this, so we waited quietly for you to make your move.
Ridley and Rose don’t argue or snipe back; instead they watch their foes quietly, utter loathing bubbling just under their cool exteriors.
Blaze: We’re putting you two on notice…..we may not be able to influence your matches, and even if we could, we wouldn’t…………this isn’t about who wins or loses. It’s about the right of people in this fed to go about their business without looking over their shoulders, and without fear.
Latino: That’s right Esse, you can scare other people with all that “lord of darkness” cr*p, but it doesn’t wash with us. Together we won the tag titles, and together we’ll overcome anything you try to put in our way. So guys……
Latino addresses the security staff
Latino: Thanks for responding to Commissioner Ginger’s call, but I’d appreciate it if you’d stand aside now.
The crowd noise rises again as the staff part, leaving a clear path between the two factions.
Latino: I’m going to make it very simple for you Ridley………if you and the wicked witch of the west there think you can handle Mamacita and I, then bring it on…..we’ll kick your butts right back to the seventh plane of the inferno or wherever it is you’re from!
Latino and Blaze throw down their mics and take up fighting positions; the crowd roars as Ridley keeps his eyes directly on his foes. Rose takes a step forward but Ridley puts his hand on her shoulder; his nails pierce her top and a thin trickle of blood runs down. Ridley continues to stare for what seems like an age, then abruptly he turns and silently stalks away up the ramp. Rose is confused, but she turns and follows…….
Rose: Lord, what are you doing? This cannot possibly end in such a manner………….
Ridley: End? It has barely begun.
Ridley’s face breaks into a terrifying leer and he strides out of the arena. Back in the ring, Blaze and Latino watch them go, amazed that Ridley has backed down without a fight; then they salute the fans before they assist the injured Monkeybaal back up the ramp and away to the medical bays.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:01:16 GMT -5
The lights grow brighter as Gary makes his way to the ring, along with many a crowd member chanting his name, Gary is pleased with his fan's energy and support and waves to them all in the middle of the ring. He goes to each turnbuckle rasing his hands in the air like as if Eugene would.
Philllip: Ladies and gentleman, Mean Gene!
The crowd has an applause for respect for the well known man, but also does not care for him as much as they do Gary, so some even boo him even though he doesn't even want to fight.
The Game by Motor Head hits
The lights dim a little as RDK walks out to let his presence be recognised, he is standing infront of the titantron and does his usual fingerings to the crowd.
RDK: Ah yes, excellent, just the match I wanted, I'm not commisioner for no reason you know, I have a job in this business, whether or not I am a solo...*looks at Phillip* enjoy the match Gary, and Mean Gene, if you lose, I expect to see you at the Demon Pit on thursday!
Gary and Mean Gene scared and surprised at RDK and are eager to get the upper hand on eachother while the crowd chants of ASSHOLE ASSHOLE are being directed toward the commisoner
*Bell Rings*
Mean Gene side steps then charges Gary with an amatueur looking closeline. Gary springs back up to his feet while backstepping out of the ring. Gene struts around cursing and intaganizing the timid Gary with enthusiasm. Gary pulls Gene out of the ring by the feet and gives Gene a couple of good knuckle punches and then throws him back in the ring. Gene gets up as quickly as he can, avoiding Gary's flying lariat. Gene jumps onto Gary, trying to smother him in his biggert body. Gary is in less control of this situation. At this point, he has way less power. Gary is losing breath and doesn't know if he can get Gene off of him, but finally the referee removes gene and gives gary a chance to breath. Gene is ready to take Gary down with a good old fashioned DDT. Gene walks up to Gary acting as if he wants to shake his hand. Gary is too smart for that though so he does a leg sweep which sends Gene to the floor. Gary picks Up Gene and gets ready for a spinebuster. Gene uses all of his weight to reverse it into a awaited DDT and falls onto the mat along with Gary at the exact moment. The referee looks at both man and pauses for 5 seconds...he raises his hands in the air, "1". He shouts. followed by "2"..."3"...Gary is up, he raises his own hands in the air, the crowd cheers in exctitement as Gary signals for his Moon Sault. Gary manages to get to the top rope with little difficulty and turns around. he turns his head to see Gene still backside flat on the mat. Gary prepares for the flip and hits it perfectly onto Mean Gene's belly. The referee makes the count: "1-2- Gene kicks out with some energy and picks gary up and gets ready for a powerslam. Gary realises that this could be the end for him so he manuevers around Gene's body and does a neckbreaker. Gary goes for the hook of the leg...1...2...3!
*Bell Rings*
Your winner of this match, and STILL an employee of WCW...Gary!!!
The crowd rants and raves about gary's victory and how he gets to stay, but in the backstage area, we can see a very displeased Rany Kanyon through the titantron, who knows what will happen next nitro or thurrsday's thunder?
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:01:42 GMT -5
Segment: Relative values
TYD412 walks through the backstage area, HYT title on his shoulder. He passes DJ Blaze, and stops briefly to ask after his tag partner Monkeybaal.
Tyd (smiling):Hey there, little lady.
Blaze (smiling back): Hey, big guy.
Tyd: Just wanted to thank you and Latino for helping Monkey out there. Did the medics take a look at him?
Blaze: Yeah, he’s got bruising and strained muscles in several places but he’s tough, he’ll be back to full strength in a few days. No biggie. So where are you off to? I didn’t realize you had a match tonight……..
Tyd: I didn’t until about 10 minutes ago. Then the Chairman called me in……..said he’d had a complaint from the Masked Assassin that I didn’t release the submission hold quickly enough after my match at Uncensored. So now I have to defend my title against all those who are eligible, all at once in an elimination match. And it starts in 5 minutes……
Blaze: That no good son of a………. that puts you at a huge disadvantage! Do you think you can beat 6 people all at once?
Tyd: I honestly have no idea. I’ll give it my all………but to be frank, I’ve never been the sort to worry about an oversized piece of jewelry…….I don’t measure myself by whether I’ve got a chunk of metal around my waist.
Blaze: You’re so right………well, good luck.
Tyd: Thanks. If you see Monkey, tell him I’ll drop by after the match ok?
Blaze: No problem. Later.
Blaze and Tyd part ways and the scene fades out
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:02:06 GMT -5
Match 5: HYT Title Open
The crowd is clearly enjoying the show greatly, and this shows no signs of diminishing as Philip explains the format of the next match.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next contest is a 7 – person elimination match, and it is for the HYT Title!
The six challengers enter and make their way to the ring, each with their appropriate entrance music and pyros…..
Philip: Introducing the participants………Radobar!
Spike Machinko!
Dream!
The Masked Assassin!
Making their debuts, The Gingerbread Man!
Jack Fury!
And finally, the defending HYT Title holder……..Tyd412!
Tyd is the last to enter; he carries his belt on his shoulder and looks confident as he approaches the challengers in the ring. Masked Assassin eyes him coldly, revenge uppermost in his mind; Tyd stares straight back.
Philip: Participants in this match can be eliminated through pinfall, submission, or by being ejected from the ring over the top rope so that their feet touch the floor outside. The last remaining competitor will take the HYT title.
Philip exits the ring and everyone waits for the bell; suddenly though Assassin breaks and runs straight for Tyd, and all hell breaks loose as the battle gets underway. Realizing that calling the field to order is now impossible, the referee calls for the bell and gets on with the job of officiating.
Bell Rings.
Chaos reigns supreme as the participants go to work on whoever is in range. Assassin though has only one item on his agenda – eliminating Tyd and avenging his loss at Uncensored. Assassin manages to clothesline Tyd in the early seconds of the match, and lays into him with fists and feet while Tyd is down; Tyd though protects himself with his arms and rolls away. He rolls into the path of Radobar, who is looking to bounce from the ropes into an attack on Dream; Radobar jumps over him and rebounds but Dream pursues and uses Tyd as a launchpad to leap into a Lou Thesz press that floors Radobar. The referee spots Radobar’s shoulders go down and Dream gets a count of 2 before the pin is broken. Tyd picks himself up; Assassin sees him standing next to the ropes and runs forward, clotheslining Tyd over the top. Assassin turns and raises his arms in celebration, but he does not see that Tyd has somehow managed to hold the rope and keep his feet off the floor. With the crowd cheering him on, Tyd uses his long reach to grab the unwary Assassin by the back of the neck, physically lifting him with one hand before using both to hurl him over the ropes and several feet forward on to the crash matting at the side of the ring.
Philip: Masked Assassin has been eliminated!
Assassin is livid, but extra referees have been stationed around the ring to prevent trouble and he is forced to leave the arena to plot his revenge in the locker rooms. In the ring, newcomer GBM is showing his skills with an impressive piledriver to Radobar. From behind, Spike Machinko grabs him and tries to set up for a german suplex, but GBM stays cool and elbows his way out. Turning around, he kicks Spike in the gut before completing a Stone Cold Stunner that makes Spike recoil backwards and drop to the mat; GBM pins and the referee almost makes a 3 count before a recovered Radobar makes the save. GBM’s performance has been excellent, but unfortunately for him this makes him a threat in the eyes of Spike and Radobar and he finds himself caught in a 2 on 1 situation. GBM fights with spirit, but the odds are not in his favour and his opponents combine their powers for a 3-D that shakes the ring. Radobar pins, and the referee makes the 1-2-3 count for the second elimination.
Philip: Gingerbread Man is eliminated via Pinfall!
GBM shakes his head as he leaves; meanwhile, Spike and Radobar’s impromptu tag actions have not gone unnoticed by the rest of the field. Spike is caught off guard by a graceful double – jump moonsault from Dream; as Radobar moves in he finds himself faced with the imposing figure of Jack Fury. Jack is no wet-behind-the-ears rookie, having demonstrated impressive form in other federations, and he counters Radobar’s punches before whipping him to the ropes and landing a massive Spinebuster on his return. Jack pins and gets a count of 2.5 before Radobar responds. Jack does not become angry, instead he coolly scoops his opponent and delivers a crushing DVD. As this is happening, Dream and Spike are continuing their confrontation; Spike’s blows do more damage when they hit but Dream evades a majority while slowly wearing Spike down with her own punches and kicks. Jack follows up the DVD with his “Hell’s Fury” finisher (rolling reverse DDT) and quickly covers; Radobar has no response as the 3 count is made. The referee signals the elimination and Jack stands up; from the corner of her eye Dream spots this and she takes advantage, whipping Spike across the ring at speed in the hope of using him as a battering ram on the much larger Jack. Jack though calls on his previous experience, and in a smooth movement he lifts Spike into a back drop that sends him over the top rope and out of the match.
Philip: Radobar and Spike Machinko have both been eliminated!
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Jul 8, 2004 16:02:18 GMT -5
Tyd has stood back for a couple of minutes, allowing the challengers to fight amongst themselves; now though he comes forward and appraises the two opponents left in the match. Both Jack and Tyd are powerfully built men, and Dream suddenly feels very small and vulnerable. Tyd moves forward and beckons Dream, not in a malicious way but in a manner that suggests he wants a fair contest. Dream steps back and then suddenly rushes forward at speed, as she does so however Jack steps in and grabs her by the throat. He taunts her rudely and prepares for a chokeslam, but Tyd interrupts and lays into Jack with his own powerful punches. Jack throws Dream down roughly and concentrates on Tyd; the pair trade blows until Tyd successfully knocks Jack to the floor. Tyd uses a leg drop to keep Jack down, and he moves to pin; as he does so though he sees Dream is still on the canvas and he abandons the attempt to see if she needs assistance. Tyd bends down for a closer look, and Dream springs her trap; she rakes his eyes before following up with a low blow. Tyd drops and curls in agony, and Dream pins – the referee counts 1, 2, but just before 3 Tyd sits up straight, throwing Dream off of him and looking extremely ticked off. Dream realizes she is in trouble and she backs away, but Tyd follows and catches her as she tries to slip past him out of a corner. With the audience shouting approval, Dream takes the Last Ride and is well out of it as the referee counts 1-2-3.
Philip: Dream has been eliminated!
The final two contestants face one another down; Tyd has proven that his victory for the title was no freak occurance, and Jack’s raw power has impressed everyone regardless of whether they are aware of his history. The two big men consider one another carefully, and then simultaneously move forward to lock up in the centre of the ring. Each puts all their strength into trying to force the other back, but they are evenly matched and the result is stalemate. Eventually Jake moves to whip Tyd against the ropes, but Tyd reverses and gives Jack a superkick on his return. Jack crashes to the canvas and Tyd pins, receiving a count of 2.5 before Jack kicks out. The pair circle and trade a few blows before Jack uses his shoulder to drive Tyd back into the corner; he viciously hammers at Tyd’s chest and gut before backing up for a turnbuckle splash. Tyd comes forward to block and the pair collide, with both taking some of the impact. Jack staggers back and slips to one knee; Tyd moves in and uses a leg lariat to the head to knock Jack down. With Jack on the mat Tyd goes to lock in his Scorpion Deathlock, but Jack resists and manages to twist free before the move is completed. Jack can sense that Tyd is tiring, and he lures him by staying just out of range of Tyd’s swinging fists. Jack waits for an opportunity to present itself, and as Tyd makes a particularly powerful lunge he dodges and gets in close enough for a suplex. As the two land Jack uses a float – over pin to follow on from the move, and Tyd just barely breaks free before the 3 count; as he gets back up Jack completes his plan by grabbing Tyd and delivering his favoured Fury Bomb – an immense powerbomb converted into a facebuster. Having spent all his energy, Tyd has no gas left in the tank and Jack pins him with a hooked leg for the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner……..and NEW HYT Title holder………Jack Fury!
The crowd applauds the conclusion of a riveting match; Jack takes the belt from the referee and holds it up. Tyd rolls back slowly to his feet and comes forward, offering his hand in congratulation; Jack takes it, but then suddenly he drives the title belt violently into Tyd’s face, flooring him instantly. Jack taunts Tyd as the crowd shouts angrily at his disrespectful actions, but Jack just grins and taunts them with the belt as he makes his way back to the locker rooms. Tyd gets back up and puts his hand to his face, looking very angry, but he does not neglect to thank the crowd for their support and he is cheered more loudly as he exits without the title than when he entered with it.
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