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DARK MATCHES
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/ "The Regulator" /
/ Billy James /
/ -VS- /
/ Big Red /
/ Love Machine /
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HIGHLIGHTS: James was fresh off fighting the bigger Torment last week to a countout draw and the fans were still luke warm towards him as he entered. However, once the jive beats hit the PA system, Big Red Love Machine got the true love from the crowd. The match started with James immediately taking the low road with a poke to the eye when BRLM extended his hand for a pre-match shake. James followed it up with a knick to each knee and then a snap mare, before driving his knee into BRLM's forehead. The two men went back and forth with the advantage. BRLM nailed a pumphandle powerslam combination and got a near fall that got the crowd excited. James again took a cheap shot and got a nera fall after an old-fashioned Bulldog move, but the Love Machine regained control and nailed his sitdown powerbomb that he calls "The Love Tap" to get the pinfall victory.


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|Winner: BRLM |
|Via: pinfall |
|Time of Match: 12:46 |
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/ Akira /
/ Shumasita /
/ -VS- /
/ "Firefox" /
/ Natalie Olsen /
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HIGHLIGHTS: Shumasita has obviously learned from recent matches against veteran competition, not allowing herself to get overwhelmed early in the match. Akira played strong defense against the Canadian "Firefox" and it worked well for a couple of minutes, but she moutned no offense to counter the Olsen advances she was avoiding. It didn't take long for Olsen to getthe advantage after reversing an arm bar into a springboard arm drag that sent Shumasita to the canvas quickly. Natalie followed that up with an array of suplexes, but really got the crowd pumped when she cornered Akira and jumped to the second rope to pound out 10 fists to the forehead as the crowd chanted the count. Olsen set up Akira for an Irish Whip, but then snapped the wrist into a wrist-clutch exploder suplex that she calls "The Firefox Suplex". The three-count was easy as the fans fell in love with this Canadian import.


|-------------------------------------|
|Winner: Olsen |
|Via: pinfall |
|Time of Match: 6:21 |
|-------------------------------------|

[The screen is black.]


[A small vision is in the center of the screen, but it is growing as if rushing toward the viewer. As it gets closer, we begin to see the light glimmer off the gold of the NEWF World Heavyweight Title. A deep voice is heard speaking over the picture.]


VOICE: They come from all walks of life, but all of them share the same dream.


[The title is now filling the screen, gleaming with brilliance.]


VOICE: The ultimate prize standing before them. Sixteen men will begin the quest to fulfill the greatest dream one in their profession can have come true.


[A picture of Frostbite flies in from the top left corner and filles the screen.]


VOICE: Will it be the brash man hell-bent on proving his worth to a new world of followers?


[The picture of Frostbite shrinks andtakes up a quarter of the top quarter of the screen. A picture of Erik Grimsson flies in from the top right and fills the screen.]


VOICE: Could it be gold yet again for one of the world's best up-and-coming superstars?


[The picture of Grimsson shrinks and takes up a quarter of the bottom quarter of the screen. A picture of Will Geddings flies in from the bottom right and fills the screen.]


VOICE: Can a long-time veteran journeyman finally find the big prize and reign on top?


[The picture of Geddings shrinks and takes up a quarter of the bottom quarter of the screen. A picture of Larry Gionet flies in from the bottom left and fills the screen.]


VOICE: Or will a wrestler defy the doctors and the odds to walk away as Champion?


[As Gionet's picture fades back into the top quarter of the screen, the other 12 wrestler's pictures fillw the screen. Four pictures each in four rows.]


VOICE: Tonight these sixteen warriors enter battle that only half will survive. All will give their all and fight until the bitter end with the goal of gaining victory and a spot at Slamfest.....


[The screen shows the wrestling ring with a light shinign down upon it.]


VOICE: .......where the eight remaining contenders will once again gather to crown two championships.


[The pictures begin flying out oftheir frozen spots to fill the screen. We see Billy McGraw, Alex Van Steele, Zeke McGinty and so on before the picture fly off the screen.]


VOICE: Sixteen men, but only one can be crowned WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!


[As the last picture leaves, the title belt explodes into the opening credits.]


[An instrumental of "Epic" by Faith No More begins to play as we see a video clip of Joshua Black working over an opponent. Then another clip of Dan Broussard performing a massive belly-to-belly release suplex on an opponent. The opponent flies right out of Broussard's hands and toward the screen. Just as he hits the camara the whole picture dissolves into the title screen...]


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[An instrumental of "Epic" by Faith No More continues to play loudly as the screen switches to show a sold out United Center in Chicago, Illinois. Fireworks begin to explode as the fans are cheering wildly. There are banners and signs everywhere. One of the signs say, "Frostbite keyed my car!". Another says, "Akatani does Oragami!". Yet another says, "Your Tag Team's Sign Here!!!" As the screen shows the pandimonium at ringside, our announcers can be heard.]


Eric Chaney: Welcome to New Era Wrestling Federation and this edition of NEWF Explosion! It is Championship Night here for us Larry, and what a night we have in store!


Larry Watters: You ain't whistling dixie Chaney!


[The screen switches to show a studio area near the back of the arena (away from the ringside area) that looks similar to those used by sports shows and other sporting related news editions. You can still see the crowd and all, but the announcers are facing away from the throng of fans waiting for action. Sitting to one side is NEWF announcer Eric Chaney and to his left is NEWF color man, Larry "The Crusher" Watters. Chaney is wearing a dark green "NEWF" polo shirt and has his dark hair slicked back, looking as "GQ" as humanly possible. Larry is wearing his usual light blue denim shirt and trademark scowl, which even with his grey beard is unmistakable as a man who attempts to stay unhappy most of the time. Chaney's smile widens as he continues speaking.]


EC: Tonight is the night folks, we finally begint he quest to crown the first-ever NEWF World Heavyweight Champion, and "Crusher", the field is as deep as any league has ever had for such an event.


LW: The only thing that can make the field any deeper is if I came out of retirement and jumped into it myself.


EC: Yes, I'm sure that is exactly what would put butss in the seats.


LW: You might be surprised!


EC: We have a slew of viable contenders tonight, including the likes of Billy McGraw, Will Geddings, NEWF TV Champion Erik Grimsson....


LW: (interrupting)....your favorite wrestler Frostbite!


[Chaney looks VERY annoyed at that mention.]


EC: Yes and also the man defying the orders of his doctors to participate, Larry Gionet.


LW: I hope somebody cripples that moron.


EC: He certainly is taking a chance. Both his knee and lower back are issues tonight.


LW: He lost a match in another federation recently because of that knee. So it has been a documented issue as of late.


EC: Not only that, but the doctor's main concern was his lower back vertebraes and how they could take the impact of wrestling in this sort of atmosphere.


LW: He could wrestle for it later, but he has decided to pander tot he people and get int he ring against Shadoe Rage. Not the smartest choices to do this against.


EC: You can say that again. Rage is a dangerous opening match for anybody and is a threat to win the title himself. Then we have our new NEWF TV Champion goign against the very man that actually handed him the title.


LW: I doubt Chad Allen meant to cost Zeke McGinty that match, but he did and Grimsson has the strap. Can that puny kid's win streak continue? We'll see tonight!


EC: We also have comments comign from NEWF Owner Chris Hopper andmuch more, but first, let's get this tournament under way and go ringside for the match between Alex Van Steele and David Rheaume! Take it away guys!


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
| |
| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
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| David Rheaume |
| |
| VS. |
| |
| Alex Van Steele |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: Will G. |
|_________________________________________________________|


[The camera makes a final run over the crowd, catching a few rabid fans wearing David Rheaume apparel. Completing its turn, the camera settles on the announcing table, manned by one man.]


[JT]: Hello NEWF fans, I’m Jin Tully. Imported from the West Coast, I am ready to get neck deep in the non-stop action of the New Era Wrestling Federation. What we’re about to see is a true testament to competition: the first round of the NEWF World Heavyweight Title tournament. Let’s go to the ring.


[Cut to the ring. The ring announcer, Johnny Donovan, stands ready as a bell signifies the start of the show.]


[JD]: Good evening, Chicago, and welcome to NEWF Explosion!


[Big pop!]


[JD]: Tonight’s opening contest is scheduled for one fall. It is a first round match in the NEWF World Heavyweight Championship Tournament!


[Another big pop!]


[JD]: Refereeing the contest is Mr. Josh Babcock.


[…silence]


[JD]: Introducing first…


[Kill the lights, put the children to bed and kick that jam.


The jam being Marilyn Manson’s “mOBSCENE” as it beings to ring out over the PA system. Just as soon as the song gets going the lights in the arena begin to flash and swirl to the beat of the song, from the back of the entrance portal out walks the youngest of the Van Steele family, Alex. He wears a pair of shiny metallic looking pants, a pair of black shoes, and black cord belt to complete the lower body. His hands and wrists are taped up as well. With little regard for the reaction of the crowd, Alex holds out his arms and there is a shower of silver fireworks behind him.]


# You came to see the mobscene, I know it isn't your scene #

# It's better than a sex scene and it's so [bleep]ing obscene, obscene yeah. #


[Alex cracks a half smile and begins to walk towards the ring, jawing with the fans who happen to be standing in the aisle seat. The lights continue to follow Alex as if they were a spotlight, with the rest of the arena in near darkness as the music continues to rattle on. Slowly, but surely Alex gets into the ring and stands on the middle ropes facing out towards the crowd soaking up the negative reaction.]


[JD]: Standing at five feet, eleven inches and weighing in at one hundred ninety-six pounds. Hailing from right here in Chicago, Illinois, he is the youngest member of the Van Steele family: Alex Van Steele!!!


[Steele drops down from the middle rope and begins going through a series of half-hearted stretches.]


[JT]: No love from the hometown crowd for Alex Van Steele.


[JD]: And his opponent…


The lights dim down to almost pitch-black. As they do, "Hostile Gospel" by Talib Kweli hits up, and a spotlight shines down on the entrance area.]


#Deliver us, deliver us (Yeah)
Deliver us, deliver us (What? Yeah)
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver us
And what the people need? Hey...
I got that, yeah#


[Rheaume leaps out from backstage to a cheering audience, arms spread wide open; embracing the moment with his fans.]


#I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like a club or a set
Hip-Hop's the new WWF#


[Making his way down the aisle, with the spotlight following him, Rheaume slaps hands with everyone he passes by, taking his time to get every hand that extends itself toward him.]


#What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter#


[Running to, and sliding into, the ring, Rheaume springs to his feet and bee-lines it for the far-left turnbuckle; climbing it and letting waving for the crowd to let him hear their approval. Dropping off the top turnbuckle, the music dies out at the last Kweli line, and the lights slowly fade back to normality.]


[JD]: Standing at five feet, nine inches and weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds. Coming to us from Rochester Hills, Michigan, he is David Rheaume!!!!!


[Rheaume stares across the ring at his opponent as the referee stands between them. Babcock calls for the bell to a huge pop!]


[JT]: And we’re off as the two circle around each other. Van Steele with the height and weight advantage, but there’s no doubt as to Rheaume’s advantage when it comes to experience.


[The two lock up, Van Steele muscling Rheaume into a headlock and quickly raising his near leg into the nose of Rheaume. Rheaume staggers backwards as AVS jumps and lands a standing dropkick that pushes Rheaume towards the corner. Rheaume looks back at Van Steele, weighing what just happened.]


[JT]: Impressive series by Van Steele, using what has to be a rare power advantage for the nineteen year old.


[Rheaume licks the inside of his right thumb and approaches Van Steele again. The two lock up with Van Steele going for the same knee lift again. This time, the move is caught by Rheaume. Rheaume steps his right leg inside and behind the grounded leg of Van Steele, sweeping it out and sending AVS to the ground. Rheaume drops an elbow to the inside of AVS’ other leg, which was still held after the sweep. Rheaume rolls back to his feet and quickly catches Van Steele with a diving elbow as AVS attempted to get back to his feet.]


[JT]: AVS may have gone to the well once too often as Rheaume made the quick adjustment.


[Rheaume pulls AVS to his feet and snap suplexes him over and back to the mat. Rheaume rolls through and lands on top of AVS. Rheaume begins to hammer fists to the forehead of Van Steele from the straddle position.]


[JT]: The crowd is exploding as Rheaume hammers away at the brash teenager!


[AVS pushes Rheaume off and rolls over onto all fours. Rheaume quickly to his feet…]


[CRACK!!!]


[Major Crowd Pop!]


[JT]: Rheaume just kicked AVS squarely in the face with a snap kick. Van Steele’s head shot backwards and he instinctively rolls out of the ring.


[Van Steele rests up against the guardrail, collecting his bearing after the stiff kick. Rheaume sizes up the situation and runs towards the ropes. Rheaume hops to the top rope and leaps, landing on AVS’ shoulders and snapping him over with a textbook hurricanrana.]


[JT]: Impressive agility by Rheaume as the crowd shows their appreciation as Rheaume returns to his feet.


[Rheaume pulls the dazed Van Steele to his feet and whips him into the perpendicular guardrail. Rheaume runs towards Van Steele, hopping on the guardrail running parallel to his path. Rheaume leaps…]


[Heel Pop/Groan!]


[JT]: Oh no! Rheaume going for either another hurricanrana or some sort of high thesz press, but the young Van Steele caught him and drove him down to the floor with a powerbomb! This time, it’s Rheaume’s head taking the abuse.


[AVS pushes the advantage, stomping away at the vulnerable midsection of Rheaume. Van Steele pulls Rheaume up and slams him, face-first, into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring. Van Steele stands on the outside of the ring, waiting for Rheaume to stand.]


[JT]: Van Steele allowing Rheaume up…this could be either youthful inexperience or simple lust for the limelight as Van Steele doesn’t continue his assault…OH MY!


[Van Steele with a beautiful springboard flying body press as Rheaume reaches the standing position. Van Steele holds the pin!]


…1!!!



…2!!!


[JT]: And a kickout by Rheaume as he regains his bearings. Van Steele quickly pulls Rheaume up by the arm.


[AVS whips Rheaume towards the ropes. Rheaume reverses, whipping AVS but holding onto the forearm. Rheaume drops the returning Van Steele with a standing clothesline. Still holding onto the arm, Rheaume drops a knee to the forehead of AVS.]


[JT]: Rheaume’s experience and striking ability really coming into play in this first round match-up!


[Rheaume up and pulls Van Steele up, sending him down again immediately with a standing spinwheel kick. Standing front flip leg drop across the throat of AVS and a quick cover by Rheaume!]


..1!!





…2!!!




[JT]: Van Steele rolls the shoulder up at two and a half. Rheaume wastes no time pulling Van Steele up.


[Rheaume whips AVS to the ropes, reversed by AVS. Rheaume returns off the ropes, taken down with a sloppy yet effective drop toe-hold. Van Steele hooks the held leg…]


[JT]: STF by Van Steele! One of his few technical moves! An homage to his older brother, Eric, and he has it locked in the middle of the ring!!


[Rheaume struggling with the hold, attempting to find some means of escape. Reaching for anything, the ropes are out of reach.]


[JT]: Van Steele has it locked in tight in the middle of the ring and…and…he gets up??!!


[HUGE POP!!!]


[JT]: Will Geddings is walking down the aisleway! Van Steele is staring him down as Geddings’ slow trot has drawn the attention of all twenty one thousand in attendance here tonight!!!


[Geddings has on his wrestling tights, no doubt in preparation for his match later tonight. He also carries something that is decidedly not part of his wrestling attire: a baseball bat. Van Steele is yelling out at Geddings from the inside of the ring as Geddings comes to a stop on the floor outside of the ring, bat on shoulder.]


[JT]: Van Steele screaming at Will Geddings…I think he wants him in the ring. Geddings simply stands…AS RHEAUME GETS TO HIS FEET!!! RHEAUME WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! THE BRIDGE!!!!!


…1!!!














…2!!!











…3!!!






[HUGE POP!!!]




[JT]: NO! VAN STEELE ESCAPES AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!!!


[Rheaume holds three fingers up to the ref in question, Babcock shakes his head ‘no’. Geddings smirks as he heads around the ring, sitting at the announcer’s table.]


[JT]: You know, you’re supposed to be licensed to do this.


[Geds]: I will not be a victim to any prior restraints on my first amendment rights, my friend. Anyways, I felt it necessary to come out and do this in response to Van Steele coming out and doing this in response to my previous coming out in doing this.


[JT]: I see. Baseball game later?


[Geds]: I love baseball.


[Rheaume pulls Van Steele to his feet and knees him in the midsection. Rheaume follows up quickly with a face buster, planting AVS face first into the mat. Rheaume, no doubt still angry at Van Steele’s previous escape from the German Suplex, pulls Van Steele back to his feet and sends him hard into the turnbuckle.]


[JT]: Rheaume follows Van Steele in and annihilates him with a lariat! Van Steele falls out of the corner, landing stomach first!


[Rheaume hops to the top turnbuckle and drops a flying elbow to AVS’ back. Rheaume off and into the middle of the ring, sizing up Van Steele as he slowly forces himself back to his feet.]


[Geds]: Rheaume sizing up Van Steele. It’s good to see someone who knows how to focus on what is important and not, you know, break and damn near unbreakable hold because they have a crush on me.


[JT]: Oh, that’s not true.


[Geds]: Probably not. The way Van Steele had it locked on, Rheaume was probably only a few second from breaking it on his own. Eric Van Steele would be ashamed.


[As Van Steele pulls himself to his feet, Rheaume charges and…]


[JT]: GETTING UP!!! THE SPINNING ELBOW LANDS FLUSH AND VAN STEELE IS DOWN IN THE CORNER!!! RHEAUME IS POINTING TO THE TOP!!!


[Rheaume climbs up to the top buckle and looks down at Van Steele.]


[JT]: RHEAUME SETTING UP FOR COMING DOWN!!! HE LEAPS!!!

…







[…contact…]










[CROWD GROAN!!!]










[Geds]: What the hell did he just do?


[JT]: Van Steele grabbed the ring pole and pulled himself out of the way! Rheaume’s 450-Knee Drop catches nothing but canvas!!!


[Rheaume is face down on the mat, clutching at one of his knees as Van Steele uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Van Steele now heads to the top rope and leaps…]


[Geds]: Meh.


[JT]: VAN STEELE DROPS A BEAUTIFUL FLYING LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF RHEAUME’S HEAD!!!


[Geds]: Calm down. It’s a leg drop.


[JT]: Van Steele rolls Rheaume over! THE COVER!








…1!!!












…2!!!











…3!!!





[HEEL POP!!]





[Geds]: Nope.


[JT]: Rheaume’s leg is under the ropes! The ref lets Van Steele know…and Van Steele is flipping out!


[Geds]: Rookie. He’s going to let Rheaume back into his match. He’s more concerned with making a splash with a fancy move than he is with actually winning.


[JT]: I take it you’re going to be relentless in your assault on Torment later tonight?


[Geds]: Nah, I’m gonna play too. But I’m good.


[Van Steele over to Rheaume and begins to stomp his frustrations out. AVS now grabs the referee and points out to the announcer’s table, directly at Will Geddings. The referee sticks his head out between the second and third rope and begins to talk to Geddings.]


[JT]: Van Steele has the referee concerned with us as he heads back over to Rheaume. Van Steele grabs both legs of David Rheaume…


[HEEL POP/GROAN!!!]


[JT]: THE GAS PEDAL!!! Van Steele is pressing down on Rheaume’s crotch as if it were a car pedal as the referee maintains his focus on us! Turn around ref!!!


[Geds]: This is ridiculous…


[Geddings tosses the headset down and hops over the table and up the apron, attempting to get the referee to turn around. Van Steele sees Geddings on the apron and heads towards one of the near turnbuckles…VAN STEELE CATCHES GEDDINGS WITH A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!]


[JT]: Geddings just got kicked in the side of the head before his match with Torment tonight! I think his face avoided the ring apron, though, as his hands broke the fall.


[Geddings, indeed, is standing on the outside as Van Steele smiles at him and heads back towards Rheaume. Geddings returns to his seat at ringside.]


[JT]: Van Steele is out for you, FlyKing. It’s obvious he was thinking about you when he had Rheaume locked in that Gas Pedal. Doesn’t that concern you.


[Geds]: You’re damn right it does. I hate to think that he’s thinking of me when he’s touching another man’s…erm…man areas. But it concerns me in an entirely non-wrestling manner.


[Van Steele pulls Rheaume up and hooks his head, looking directly at the announcer’s booth.]


[JT]: Van Steele lifts…HE’S GOING FOR THE SUDDEN HEAD TRAUMA!!! HE’S GOT RHEAUME LOCKED IN THE CRADLE POSITION!!!


[Rheaume, realizing what is happening, begins to flail right hands into the midsection of Van Steele. Van Steele releases the cradle and Rheaume drops him with a jawbreaker.]


[Geds]: If Van Steele spent some time in the gym, those punches would not have broken his hold.


[JT]: He’s nineteen years old. He’s yet to fill out.


[Geds]: After he loses this match, see if you can’t get that denoted in the record book under an asterisk.


[Rheaume getting his second wind as he pulls Van Steele up and takes him over with a belly-to-belly suplex. Van Steele instinctively to his feet and is taken down just as quickly with a flying back elbow. Rheaume watches as Van Steele pulls himself back to his feet and immediately sends him back to the mat with an inverted DDT! A standing elbow follows!]


[JT]: Rheaume a house-of-fire in the ring!


[Rheaume continues to slam elbows into the forehead of Van Steele, who is trying to cover up. Rheaume pulls Van Steele up and whips him to the ropes. Rheaume leapfrogs the returning Van Steele…CAUGHT!]


[Geds]: It’s starting to look like it’s an obsession of Van Steele’s.


[JT]: My partner refers to the inverted atomic drop that Van Steele caught the leaping Rheaume with.


[Geds]: If I were Rheaume, I’d protest this entire match. It looks like Van Steele’s entire offense involves illegality.


[JT]: I guess you missed the powerbomb earlier.


[Geds]: Like I’m watching this crap…


[JT]: So when is the bat coming into play?


[Geds]: Tomorrow afternoon, Legion Field.


[Van Steele clotheslines the stunned Rheaume to the mat and sits back on his heels. Van Steele appears to be soaking up the ever-increasing heel pop. Van Steele stands and pulls Rheaume back to his feet, whipping him to the ropes. Reversed by Rheaume! Rheaume telegraphs a back body drop and Van Steele flips over, attempting to pull him down into a sunset flip and pin combination!]


[JT]: Van Steele can’t pull Rheaume through! Rheaume struggling to keep his balance.


[Geds]: Weakling.


[HEEL POP!!!]


[Geds]: I told you. Obsession.


[JT]: VAN STEELE WITH A STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE UNDERSIDE OF RHEAUME’S…uh…his…


[Geds]: Groin.


[JT]: That work! Rheaume falls back into the sunset flip!!!


[HEEL POP!!!]


…1!!!









…2!!!









[JT]: VAN STEELE IS LEVERAGING THE PIN WITH HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!!!








…3!!!







…






[HEEL POP!!!]


[JT]: Babcock calling for the bell! Van Steele has cheated his way into the second round!


[Geds]: He lucked out is what he did. His focus was elsewhere. Lucky for him, so was Josh Babcock’s.


[JT]: Bat time?


[Geds]: Nope. Match time. But do come out to Legion Field tomorrow.


[Geddings gets up and heads back to the backstage area as Van Steele watches him leave, soaking up the crowd’s disdain.]


[JT]: Regardless of the means, the ends remain the same: Alex Van Steele moves on to the second round of the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament!


[Rheaume starts to get to his feet, which is not unnoticed by Van Steele as he rolls out of the ring and heads out. Rheaume is visibly frustrated as he discusses the legality of Van Steele’s offense with Josh Babcock.]


[The screen shifts back to our main announce crew.]


LW: That was pure old-school wrestling right there Chaney!


EC: What do you mean old-school wrestling? Van Steele cheated in order to beat David Rheaume and cost the young man a shot at the World Title!


LW: Where I come from, that is old-school. It's what I woudl have done!


EC: Of that I am totally certain Larry.


[Larry smiles as though what Chaney said was a positive thing, but Chaney just continues.]


EC: That sends the youngest member of the wrestling Van Steele family through to Slamfest I where he will face the winner of tonight's match-up betweeh Shadoe Rage and Larry Gionet!


[A graphic fills the screen of the entire tournament bracket. It zooms into the spot and we see Van Steele's name appear as the winner in the match.]


LW: Not to sound gloomy for the youngster, but getting "Black Jesus" in the second round isn't exactly a prize.


EC: I'd have to agree if that is in fact what happens, but never count out a man fighting for the fans Larry. The fans' support makes Gionet a dangerous man in this tournament.


LW: He may be dangerous, but only because he could end the tourney in a wheelchair!


EC: We can't waste much time folks because Dan Broussard and Zeke McGinty are up next!


LW: This is a rematch!


EC: Yes it is. McGinty defeated Broussard on the first telecast of Explosion back in October and it is a loss that has been burning on Broussard ever since. In fact, I'm not completely sure that Broussard has lost a match since that match.


LW: Well tongiht will be deja-vu and McGinty will take his act to the next level!


EC: We will see as it is time to head ringside and getthe call for another first-round encounter!


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
| |
| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
| |
| Dan Broussard |
| |
| VS. |
| |
| Zeke McGinty |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: Derek E. |
|_________________________________________________________|


[The shot opens up on Johnny Marks and NEWF competitor, Dalbello Rage, clad in her casual street attire of an off-the-shoulder fuchsia sweater dress. Her braids are wrapped up into a bun behind her head.]


JM: This is Johnny Marks and I’m back here with Dalbello Rage. We’re all set to see another first round match up in the tournament to crown a new NEWF World Heavyweight champion.


DR: And we’ve got one big ugly bear in Zeke McGinty against Dan Broussard. McGinty dominated Broussard the first time they met, handing Broussard his first loss in the NEWF. Can Broussard bounce back.


JM: Let’s go to Steven Stewart with the call.


SS: Ladies and gentlemen … the following match is set for one fall … and the winner advances to the second round of the NEWF World Title Tournament … introducing first … from Muck City, Alabama … weighing 317 lbs … here is ZEEEEEEKE MCGINNNNNNNNNNTYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!


[The Southern metal guitar riffs of "Bullet Inside Your Head" by Black Label Society cranks out from the arena loudspeakers as the fans immediately let out with a chorus of jeers.]


DR: Back in the 17th Century this would have been called a bear baiting contest.


[The aisle curtain is flung open to reveal none other than the Truck Stop Terror himself--ZEKE MCGINTY! The burly giant, clad a netted trucker's hat, a red and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his mighty hair, might large forearms, a black elbow pad on his right elbow, a pair of heavily worn and faded dungarees, and a pair of heavily worn and usually muddied brown workboots, enters the arena and storms towards ringside, yanking away from the outstretched hands in the aisles.]


JM: McGinty calling for the house mic.


ZM: Dan Broussard, ya done got one helluva raw deal tonight ...


[The fans jeers nearly drown out the burly giant's words.]


ZM: Y'see, the last time ya and me tussled ... well, ain't no need fer me to remind ya 'bout how that went. But see, last time, ya went heads up with a man who ain't really have no problem wit' ya. I ain't know yer name. And to be downright honest wit' ya, I really didn't give a rat's ass 'bout ya.


[The boos continue as the Alabama mudslinger paces the ring.]


ZM: But tonight, oh, I care. I care a whole damn lot 'bout yer name. Know why? 'Cause yer name ain't Chad Allen.


[A brief pop resounds through the crowd at the mention of the infamous troublemaker.]


ZM: Yer name damn sure ain't Erik Grimsson ...


[A loud pop goes out for the newly crowned NEWF Television champion.]


ZM: Yer name is Dan Broussard, but t' be honest wit' ya, it might as well be 'Mud', 'cause that's 'bout all yer name is worth t' me, pal.


[The chorus of jeers return.]


ZM: So since yer name ain't Allen or Grimsson, yer jest another damn problem. Yer just another damn distraction from what I want. And what I want is _revenge_ ...


[McGinty points his dingy, gnarled forefinger at the aisle curtain.]


ZM: But since I ain't gon' git that t'night, Broussard, I'll settle for kickin' yer sorry ass _one_ _more_ _time_!


JM: Zeke McGinty is ready and focussed. I would hate to be Dan Broussard right about now.


DR: I agree, but only because I would never want to lock up with something that hairy and disgusting.


SS: And his opponent … weighing in at 233 lbs … from Minneapolis, Minnesota … he is … DAN BROUUUUUUUUSARDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!


[The infamous opening to Van Halen's "Running With The Devil" blares over the public address system, as the fans give off a fair pop. The curtains are split by a hand and a moment later Dan Broussard makes his way into the fan's view, raising his hands to acknowledge the applause. The Minnesota native has thick black hair cut short and stylishly disheveled and is wearing dark blue wrestling trunks with his initials written in white cursive on the right, white boots with red seams and a black star on the outside, and a similarly dark blue ring jacket left open. Dan saunters to the ring, zigzagging down the aisle to slap hands or touch fists with the fans. He hops onto the apron as the ring announcer does his thing.]


DR: Dan Broussard, I don’t envy you having to wrestle that big ugly bear.


[Dan raises both hands in the air as his name is said, and then gravitates to the nearest corner, shedding the jacket and tossing it over the ropes. Dan stretches on the ropes as Van Halen dies down.]


*ding**ding**ding**ding*


YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


JM: The sold out crowd at the United Centre here in Chicago is absolutely rabid as this match is underway.


[Zeke McGinty lumbers forward and tries to bull Broussard back into the corner. Broussard ducks under the attempted lockup …]


JM: Dan Broussard peppering McGinty with lefts and rights!


DR: He’s got to stick and move! Treat this match like boxing. He’s not going to knock him out in a few seconds so he’s got to stick and move and tire this big ox out.


[The problem with jabbing a bull like McGinty is that it is his element. You never mess with a bull in his element because you get the horns. Broussard learns this as McGinty rushes forward and avalanches him into the corner.]


THUD!!!!

OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!


WHAP!!!! WHAP!!!!! WHAP!!!!!!!!


JM: McGinty just pummelling Broussard with big forearm shots.


DR: And that forearm hair doing extra damage!


JM: What?


DR: That hair looks like steel wool to me. I bet it’s scraping Broussard raw as we speak.


[Dan Broussard clutches his back as he walks along the ropes, enduring the onslaught of McGinty’s sledgehammer forearms. McGinty gets a head of steam.]


JM: Clothesline!


DR: Down goes Broussard! Down goes Broussard!


[McGinty stands over Broussard and reaches down for a handful of lank black hair. Pulling Broussard to his feet he sends him for the ride ….]


YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!


JM: Dan Broussard coming back with a picture perfect dropkick right to the chin. The big Alabaman is wobbling.


DR: He’s got to chop that big ugly bear down!


[Broussard hits another dropkick that gets McGinty wobbling. A third dropkick right to the jaw sends McGinty spilling to the floor.]


THUD!!!!


DR: And that’s 317 lbs of road kill right there. Dan Broussard starting fast but he’s not following up.


JM: Indeed, Dan Broussard is not the kind of wrestler who takes flight. He’s backing off waiting for McGinty to get back in the ring.


DR: And Gehlman isn’t even laying in a count. I guess he’s expecting Broussard to jump off the top, too. If this were my brother, McGinty would be in all kinds of trouble on the outside.


JM: McGinty climbing through the ropes. Broussard hits the ropes ….


[And McGinty brushes aside the dropkick. Broussard spins out in the air and crashes to the mat. McGinty drops a big elbow to the back of Broussard’s neck to keep him down.]


JM: Dan Broussard went to the well one too many times. This is a bad position for Broussard.


DR: There’s no finesse at all to McGinty. There’s no doubt what he’s trying to do. He’s just trying to knock the man out.


[McGinty certainly doesn’t have a large variety of moves. But what he has he uses well and right now the elbow drop is working.]


THUD!

THUD!

THUD!


DR: Damn, this match will be over quickly if Dan Broussard keeps eating those elbows.


[McGinty peels Broussard off the mat. He steps into him, hooks the armpit and hurls Broussard halfway across the ring with a huge beal throw! The redneck immediately starts jawing with the fans.]


ZM: I told you that thar boy don’t want none o’ me!


BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


[As Dan Broussard struggles to his feet the big bear McGinty charges in, crushing him with a running knee lift!]


BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!


JM: And this crowd solidly behind Dan Broussard now as Zeke McGinty kneels over him and …. SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!! This is uncalled for!


DR: Once again he’s punking Broussard off. Broussard got overwhelmed in their first match and it looks like nothing is going any different here in the second match.


JM: McGinty picking Broussard up … big body slam and he’s going to the second rope!


[The ropes groan and strain under McGinty’s weight.]


THUDDDDD!!!!!!


YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!


JM: McGinty missed the fist drop!


[Zeke McGinty clutches his wrist on the mat as he landed with all his weight behind his fist.]


DR: Dan Broussard better do something now.


[And he does, hitting the rolling necksnap on the seated McGinty. McGinty’s head snaps back just in time to eat another drop kick to the mouth that sends him flat on his back.]


JM: And a fistdrop finds the mark!


DR: He just drilled that big ugly bear right between the eyes.


JM: We’ve got out first cover …


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DR: Not enough. McGinty easily kicks out at two.


[The fans cheer Broussard on as he pulls the 6’7 Alabaman to his feet. He backs up and charges forward with a clothesline that sends both men spilling over the ropes to the floor!]


YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!


JM: Dan Broussard upping the stakes. He’s picking up the pace of this match.


DR: That’s exactly what he has to do. McGinty is too big to just hit with one move at a time. You’ve got to punish him.


JM: McGinty struggling to his feet. Broussard running up behind him!


THUDDD!!!!!!!!


JM: Lungblower on the floor! And McGinty is visibly cringing at that move!


[Indeed Broussard is clearly in control as he rolls back into the ring. Herm Gehlman starts his count.]


DR: Finally!

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[McGinty is back in the ring at the count of six. He’s trying to shake the cobwebs out when ….]


CRACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!


JM: McGinty just ate a high knee from Dan Broussard.


DR: And McGinty’s lip is busted open. He’s tasting his own blood.


[That seems to set something off in McGinty who ignores a barrage of kicks to the legs and thighs and mows Broussard down with a big clothesline. Spitting blood, McGinty exacts his revenge.]


JM: McGinty stomping a mudhole in Broussard’s chest!


ZM: BASTID!


DR: Those stomps will drive the air out of Broussard and make his heart beat irregularly.


[McGinty lays in a good fifteen stomps before he rips Broussard to his feet, applies an armwringer and yanks him right into a short-arm clothesline that levels Broussard.]


BOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!


[McGinty flips the crowd the bird as he whips Broussard to the ropes and lunges in after him.]


CRACKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!


[Is there a dentist in the house?]


DR: I think I just caught a tooth!


[The 180 degree elbow has Broussard on dream street. He collapses onto the ropes, the weight of his noodle-legged body dragging the top rope down under the second rope and locking him in.]


JM: Dan Broussard is trapped in the ropes!


[McGinty slaps on a choke as he pounds away at Broussard’s head with his free hand!]


JM: Come on ref! Get in there and save Broussard! Zeke McGinty is blatantly cheating!


DR: He has a four count to break.


[McGinty does break at four and then proceeds to bite Broussard right on the nose.]


DR: And Broussard is bleeding!


BOOOOOOOOOOOO


[McGinty is jawing with the crowd. He doesn’t notice Broussard, with the referee’s help, free himself from the ropes. As he turns around he is met with a low lunge.]


CHOPBLOCKKKKKK!!!!!


[McGinty falls forward into a clothesline on the top rope!]


YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!


[Broussard with a roll up from behind!]


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KICKOUT!!!!!

[The kickout sends Broussard into the ropes. He rebounds …]


THUD!


JM: The elbow drop finds the mark. Dan Broussard sensing he’s a few big moves away … pulling McGinty up to his feet and locks on the facelock!


DR: That’s going to be a tough suplex to throw!


[Indeed it is. Broussard struggles with the deadweight of McGinty for the snap suplex. But McGinty doesn’t struggle. He spins Broussard for the rear waist lock ….]


REVERSAL CHEERS!!!!!!!!


THUD!!!!!!!


HURRAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!


[Broussard spun out of the waistlock and took McGinty down with another chopblock! The big man lays huffing on the mat!]


DR: Those legs have taken a big beating. Can McGinty carry himself any more?


JM: He’s an easy target now.


[And Dan Broussard pulls him up to throw another suplex. He lifts for the side salto!]


YEAAAAAHHHHH ­ AWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!


JM: Zeke McGinty with a blatant thumb to the eye.


DR: That stopped Broussard cold.


[As Broussard clutches his eye, McGinty picks him up with the double leg lift.]


THHUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!


ALABAMA SLAM POP!!!!!!


JM: Here we go … Zeke McGinty hit the Alabama Slam … you know what that means.


DR: Time to go to Muck City. Yuck. Thank God I only have to deal with the women. At least they wash their boots.


[McGinty measures Broussard. The crowd shouts warnings to the dazed Minnesotan. He has no idea where he is as McGinty charges!]


JM: BROUSSARD DUCKED!!!!!!


YEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!


DR: Dan Broussard remembered getting knocked down by the Welcome to muck City before! He wasn’t going to go down twice and now Zeke McGinty is hung up on the ropes!


[Broussard seizes his advantage. He stumbles backwards to the ropes and pushes himself up as McGinty gingerly pulls himself off the ropes.]


JM: McGinty caught him! He caught him!


DR: Where did Zeke find that burst of speed?


[McGinty squeezes Dan Broussard’s throat as he steps up onto the second rope. His eyes and intentions are full of evil.]


JM: BOOT TO THE FACE!!!!!


[Broussard kicks off McGinty. He gathers himself and leaps over McGinty, grabbing his neck.]


THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!


AMITYVILLE HORROR POP!!!!!!!!!!!!


JM: Broussard hooks the leg!

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*ding**ding*ding**ding*


[THE UNITED CENTER CROWD GOES WILD!!!]


SS: Ladies and gentlemen … here is your winner … Dan Broussard!


JM: Dan Broussard beats Zeke McGinty with the Amityville Horror! He evens the score for his earlier loss!


DR: Broussard wasn’t ready for McGinty last time. This time he had the “Welcome to Muck City” well scouted. He was ready and he brought it home! Hard-fought win to move ahead in the tournament!


JM: Let's send it back to our main men in the booth back there, Eric and Larry!

[The screen does not switch to thebooth, but rather backstage at the United Center.]


[NEWF cameras focus on the locker room of "The One" Brian Young. As we look inside his locker we see his wrestling gear, his boots, and jacket hanging on a silver hook in the locker. A hand reaches into his locker to grab his jacket that he move than likely is going to wear into the ring tonight to face Frostbite in the first round of the NEWF World title tournament.]

Voice: NOT A BAD LOOKING JACKET AT ALL!!!!


[A voice not Brian Young's is speaks, but this person is not in the view of the camera.]


[We see a second hand come into focus, but this time both pair of hands are wearing black gloves, and than have some off brand name of bleach in its hands.]


[The camera suddenly sees the jacket hit the floor.]


Voice: THIS JACKET IS A LITTLE DIRTY!!!!!!!!!!!! BRIAN COULD USE A HAND IN CLEANING THIS JACKET!!!!!!!


[The camera zooms up the body of this person holding the bleach. This person is wearing a blue t-shirt with long blue tights and black boots. As the camera zooms upward and looks into the cold and blue intense eyes of this person. We see that it is Frostbite.]


[CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Frostbite: I am going to show you people that I am not a cold hearted bastard. I notice that Mr. Young jacket needed some cleaning. And I thought with an important match that he has tonight. I thought he might want to look his best.


[Frostbite laughs.]


Frostbite: Even though the boy is going to lose this evening. Still the man I am sure wants to look his best.


[Frostbite opens the cap on the bleach, and begins to pour bleach onto the jacket of Brian Young.]


Frostbite: And Brian no need to thank me. Glad I could help. Because your appearance tonight in this tournament, will be your last.


[Frostbite continues to let the bleach pour on the jacket.]


Frostbite: You see Brian, you are just the first, of many as step into the ring and become the first ever NEWF World Champion. You see others are starting to stake their clam to the title. And their worthless attempts will fair. But mine, will not fail.


[Frostbite pauses.]


Frostbite: Because when I say something it happens. And at Slamfest, I will be in the finals and beat the hell out of my opponent to win the World title.


[The bleach is empty as Frostbite throws it into the locker.]


Frostbite: And those are THE COLD HARD FACTS!


[Frostbite walks away.]


[The screen switches to show our main announce team. Eric Chaney's face is blood red due to his current hatred toward "The Cold-Hearted Bastard".]


EC: This guy has no damn respect for anybody. I am sure Young's jacket is ruined.


LW: Mind games from Frostbite. And that is what he is doing with Young. And besides I thought the jacket looked horrible.


EC: We shall see how well he does in his first round match today.


LW: Frostbite wants that World title so he can stick it to Hopper. And winning the World title will just do that.


EC: I doubt Hopper is worried too much about him. IN fact, Frostbite needs to stop worrying about Hopper and worrying about how much damages he will have to pay once he loses the lawsuit!


LW: You really have to stop crying about that Chaney.


EC: It was a F(bleep)ing Porsche!!!


LW: Oh God, here we go again!


EC: Do you know how much one of those is worth? I mean do you *REALLY* know what a cost it was for me to even have such a luxery?


[Larry visibly rolls his eyes and then begins acting as if he is playing the violin for Eric. Chaney is visibly upset by the demonstration.]


EC: You think this is funny? How about he takes a hammer to that truck of yours and see how fun yout hink it is then?


LW: Well I have been meanign to trade-up lately.....


EC: This is useless!


LW: I've never seen someone take you out of your game like this Chaney. It is an interesting sight!


[Chaney realizes Watters is right and tries to compose himself to move forward.]


EC: I'm sorry fans.....Anyway, the victory we witnessed by Dan Broussard not only gives him a measure of revenge over Zeke McGinty, but also sends him onto Slamfest where his opponent will be the winner of the Jaiden Andrews/Joshua Black match.


LW: Another barn-burner set for later!


EC: Indeed, but for now, let's head to the ring for the call of Torment against WIll Geddings.


LW: What no build up?


EC: I need a drink!


LW: This is going to be a long night for you I think Chaney!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
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| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
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| "FlyKing" Will Geddings |
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| VS. |
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| Torment |
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| Written by: Derek E. |
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[The shot opens up on Johnny Marks and NEWF competitor, Dalbello Rage, clad in her casual street attire of an off-the-shoulder fuchsia sweater dress. Her braids are wrapped up into a bun behind her head.]


JM: Johnny Marks alongside Dalbello Rage.


DR: We should be in for one hell of a ride tonight, Johnny. This is the first match for the NEWF World Title. I want to see just what these men bring to the table.


JM: Well, let’s get down to Stewart with the introductions.


SS: The following NEWF World Title Tournament contest is scheduled for one fall!


YEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!


SS: The winner of this bout will advance to the second round of the Tournament. The loser goes home.


YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


SS: Introducing first, coming down the aisle … weighing 318lbs … from the City of Angels, California …


#You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING#


[After the beginning lyrics to 'Everything Ends' by Slipknot the electric guitar rifts kick up and the music blasts over the P/A. The house lights go out leaving everything in darkness.]


SS: … He is … TOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRMENTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!


#Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it's the same - I LOVE, YOU HATE
But I guess I don't care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don't care anymore...#


[Once those lyrics started up again on the top of the ramp leading to the ring stood Torment. His lower body is clad in black pants and boots. He has long black hair that came down to just below his shoulders and on his arms he wears black elbow pads and wrist tape. Slowly he starts walking down towards the ring.]


#You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING#


[The the lyrics continue as he walks down to the ring and slowly turns and pivots left as he walked over to the steel steps and took slow steps up until he was on the ring apron. He lifted his leg up and stepped over the top rope and then did the same with his other leg as he was in the ring completely now.]


#My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
Can't really live, can't really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I'm lying to myself that it's not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I'm never gonna care anymore#


[As the music begins to die down half-way through the song Torment heads to his corner and begins shadow boxing to loosen up his muscles and arms. Torment turns and leans back in his corner as he keeps his eyes straight forward and focused, awaiting the bell and his opponent.]


SS: And his opponent … weighing in at 216 lbs … from Florence, South Carolina … he is THE FLYKING WILLLLL GEDDINGSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!


["My Hero" by Foo Fighters begins to a good pop. The curtains open up as Will Geddings emerges from the lockerroom area, wearing his black wrestling pants. He is wearing a T-Shirt that reads "NEWF" across the front. Geddings slaps hands with a few fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Upon reaching the end of the walkway, Geddings jumps up to the apron and hops over the top rope. The FlyKing climbs to the top of the near turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd, observing their actions. Finally, he turns and sits down on the top buckle.]


*ding**ding**ding**ding*


JM: Flyking Will Geddings and this monstrous man, Torment, standing toe-to-toe in the ring. Geddings giving away a ton of size and weight here.


DR: I have faith in Geddings. I’m sure he can pull this off. Besides, if you haven’t noticed, Torment doesn’t look so spry. Look at all the wrinkles around his face. It looks like he’s seen better days.


JM: From what I understand Torment was a warrior and trainer and decided to come back out into the profession.


DR: Great, so he’s a has-been too.


[There’s a smattering of cheers as Geddings sizes up his opponent. Torment stands solemnly in the centre of the ring. He holds one hand up high calling for a test of strength.]


JM: Will Geddings can’t even reach that high, I don’t think. He definitely does not want to match strength with this behemoth.


DR: And he doesn’t. He used the opening for a dropkick to the knee!


[The crowd cheers as Torment goes down to one knee, grimacing in pain. Geddings bounces around on the balls of his feet and lashes out with a kick right to Torment’s temple that sends the bigger man rolling.]


JM: And Geddings quickly getting the big man down. I’m surprised. I thought Geddings would have to work harder to get Torment on the mat.


DR: It looks like Torment didn’t realise who he was stepping in the ring with. Geddings is a whiny little prat, but he’s a great scout.


JM: Is that sour grapes? Are you saying that because he managed to pin your brother?


DR: He got lucky and then he wants to act like he’s too cool for school. That attitude will cost him.


[Maybe it will, but not right now. Geddings lashes out with kicks and strikes, forcing Torment to cover in a ball. Geddings smiles at how easy it is to punish his opponent. That is he smiles until Torment catches one of his legs under his armpit and rolls towards the ropes. Geddings crashes against the ropes.]


CROWD: OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!


JM: Will Geddings clotheslined into the ropes by that modified dragonscrew legwhip and Torment is back to his feet.


THWAAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!


OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!


THWAAAAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!


OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!


THWAAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!!!


WG: GAAAAHAHHHHHDDDDDDD!!!!!!


[Torment rains clubbing blows down on Geddings’ reddening back. The light heavyweight twitches and convulses with the impact of each shot. Geddings spins off the ropes to avoid giving Torment his back any more.]


POWWW!!!!!!


BANGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!


BIFFFF!!!!!!!


KA-BLAMMMMMM!!!!!!!


DR: DAMN!!!! I feel like I’m watching the old Batman series. Look at those heavy shots that Geddings is absorbing. He looks dazed. Watch … see … KA-POP!!!!


JM: Ka-pop?


DR: I’m good with my onomatopoeia, my friend.


[In the ring, Geddings is absorbing a barrage of kicks and punches. A quick boot to the gut by Torment puts Geddings in position to be gutwrench suplexed.]


JM: Quick reversal by Will Geddings!


DR: He still has some wits left about him!


[Geddings managed to hook Torment’s head on the lift, turning the move into a rolling headscissors. He slams his legs together around Torment’s head for good measure before he retreats a step or two and lands a leg drop across Torment’s throat. Geddings gets to his hands and knees, gasping for breath.]


JM: I think the man they call the Fly King is realising just what he’s in for. This match is a first round match for the NEWF championship the biggest prize in wrestling. He’s going to have to pull out all the stops.


DR: This is where that “cool” attitude of his gets exposed for a fraud. He loves winning and that’s all he’s about. He can try to be funny, he can try to dismiss all his opponents, but he’s got to get serious in that ring. If he doesn’t back up his mouth with victories he becomes a nobody really quickly.


JM: Speaking from experience?


DR: Yes. Someone else’s.


JM: I see.


[Geddings drops a knee to Torment’s chest to drive a little more air out of him and steal some breath for himself. He backs up into the ropes and comes springing off, does a handstand before dropping an elbow.]


JM: The cover!


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KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY!!!!!


[Torment bench pressed Geddings over the referee as he kicked out. Torment struggles up to one knee as Geddings moves in.]


JM: Big shoulder block by Torment and down goes Geddings.


DR: Will Geddings is facing a big problem in this match. Most of his offence is neutralised by the fact that he is not that strong and his opponent is one hundred pounds heavier than he is. No suplex attack and he can’t really get Torment on the move. Without picking up the pace of this match it is difficult for Geddings to get Torment to run out of gas.


JM: And the crowd getting a bit restless at the uneven action here to start the match. BIG ELBOW DROP RIGHT TO WILL GEDDINGS’ STERNUM!!!!


DR: Torment measured him with that elbow. See, unlike Geddings, Torment can go one move at a time. He can land a big hit and knock the wind out of Geddings. Then he can go easy as you please until he decides to hit him again.


[And Torment is doing just that as he picks Geddings up and drops him with an inverted atomic drop. Not finished he bounces off the ropes ….]


JM: ROOOAAAAAARIINNNNNGGGGGG LARIAT!!!!!!


[Geddings goes spinning through the air and over the top rope to crash in a heap on the mat.]


DR: Well, he decapitated the Flyking.with that roaring lariat. And the best thing for Geddings is that he got knocked out of the ring. This gives him a chance to regain his senses.


[Will Geddings pulls himself to his feet and shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.]


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DR: If I were Geddings I would wait until about seven or eight before I even tried to go back in that ring.


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[And Torment breaks the count by going to the outside. He snatches Geddings who instinctively stomps his instep and grabs his forearm, whipping Torment ….]


JM: Torment didn’t move! Geddings couldn’t budge him.


[With the utmost contempt Torment reverses the whip and sends Geddings racing towards the steel steps.]


OOOHHHHHH!!!!!


[Geddings vaulted off the steps and nailed the charging Torment with a spinning leg lariat.]


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[Geddings quickly hops onto the barricade and drops an elbow onto Torment. He rolls into the ring and beats the count at 8.]


DR: This is where I don’t understand referees. Now he’s busy yelling at Will Geddings to get the match on the inside when he should be counting Torment out. Geddings didn’t take the match to the outside. Why should he pay the price for that?


JM: I think at a certain point the referees really just want the wrestlers to decide the match. They do not want to end a match of this magnitude on a countout.


DR: Hey, part of the rules is that you can lose on a count out so enforce that rule.


[Geddings measures Torment. He hits the ropes and bounces off before sliding across the mat.]


JM: Baseball slide hits the mark and Torment goes flying backwards into the ringside barricade. Geddings on the inside springboards onto the second rope and uses that to leap to the top rope and then vaults off … sailing high through the air!


DR: CAUGHT!!!!!


OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!


[Torment caught the FlyKing in mid leap. With contempt he cracks him down across one knee with the pendulum backbreaker.]


JM: Geddings with a high risk move that just didn’t pay off there.


DR: This match is a real styles clash. Geddings can’t get sustained offence, but I’m not sure what Torment is doing. Is he really working towards anything? I don’t see him trying to put Geddings away.


[Torment throws Geddings into the ring. He whips him hard into the corner and goes driving in himself from across the ring.]


OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!


JM: The running kneelift eats turnbuckle! Torment wobbling on one leg.


[Geddings runs the ropes and comes off, climbing onto the second rope.]


CRACCKKKKKKK!!!!!!


DR: ENZUIGIRI!!!!!


[The lethal backbrain kick sends Torment crashing over the top rope. He lands hard on his bad knee and goes down in a heap, clutching at it.]


JM: That knee looks like it bent the wrong way. Torment could have torn some ligaments on that failed manoeuvre.


DR: The Fly King is going to fly!


[Geddings mounts the top turnbuckles. He gathers himself but hesitates before leaping off. Instead he checks all around him.]


DR: Idiot.


JM: He’s hesitant to go outside. Why?


DR: He’s afraid Alex Van Steele might be lurking. Meanwhile Torment is getting back to his feet. Torment’s already caught him once on the outside. And now he’s giving him more time to recover.


[Convinced Alex Van Steele is not going to make an appearance Will Geddings refocuses and leaps. He sails off the top ….]


OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!


JM: Caught again!


DR: But Torment couldn’t hold him. That made his knee buckle again.


[It’s true that the momentum did hurt Torment. But it hurt Geddings to be powerslammed into the railing.]


JM: Torment up gingerly to one knee. He’s pulling Geddings up by the hair and throwing him into the ring. No more wasting time on the outside.


DR: I thought Torment was supposed to be hardcore. He better be taking Geddings to school. Use your gifts and break his back.


[Inside the ring, Torment snatches up Geddings and wraps him up in a belly-to-belly. With a mighty heave he lifts and pivots, driving Geddings into the mat so hard they bounce.]


DR: Vicious suplex. I’ll give Torment one thing. He knows what he’s doing. You see the snap and torque he got off that lift.


JM: No cover. I would think Torment would try to put him away.


DR: He hasn’t hurt Geddings enough yet. I think we’re finally seeing the first bit of bloodlust from Torment.


[Indeed, the 6’8 behemoth pulls up Geddings by the hair and presses him overhead. He winces as his knee wobbles. Torment walks out from under Geddings and drops him flat on his front.]


JM: That’s a fall of nearly eight feet.


[Torment follows that up with a double leg pick up. He twists both Geddings legs around his and leans back.]


DR: Sharpshooter! The Deathlock applied right in the centre of the ring.


JM: And Will Geddings is screaming! Torment might snap him in half.


[Geddings writhes and wriggles and cries out in pain as Torment sinks in the hold.]


DR: That knee won’t allow Torment to get all the balance he can. I don’t know if he can force the submission.


[Geddings uses his amazing flexibility to roll and twists and gets a hand on Torment’s wounded knee. Using the last of his failing strength, Will pulls.]


JM: He collapsed Torment. That knee is really in poor shape.


DR: He better capitalise. Torment is rolling to one knee.


[Geddings scrapes to his feet. He pushes off with his legs, using his failing strength.]


THUDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!


JM: ROCKER DROPPER!!!!!


[The move leaves Torment face down on the mat. His strength and size, however, allow him to push up onto his hands and knees. Geddings rolls his eyes in disgust and runs at Torment. He steps up onto Torment’s back and springs to the ropes. As he pushes off he spins and plants a double booted stomp into Torment’s back.]


JM: Geddings with the cover!


1






2





AWWWW!!!!


DR: Torment got the shoulder up! Geddings can’t keep him down.


[Geddings decides “F” it it’s time to end it all. He pulls Torment up and hooks one arm and then the other.]


JM: He’s going for the Eagle Claw DDT!


[Geddings pulls against the struggling Torment. Suddenly Torment surges up, lifting Geddings overhead.]


DR: The knee gave out!


[Both competitors collapse in a tangled heap by the ropes.]



1








2





JM: Foot on the ropes!



3!


HUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!


*ding**ding**ding**ding*


DR: Wasn’t Torment in the ropes?


JM: Both men were!


HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING IN THE FIRST ROUND OF THE NEWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT … THE FLYKING WILL GEDDINGS!!!!!!


YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!


JM: Controversial decision to say the least. Will Geddings fell on top of Torment but both men were tangled in the ropes.


DR: The referee was out of position. He just looked at the shoulders and completely missed Torment’s foot on the ropes. Geddings gets lucky here and advances. I told you he was resourceful.


JM: Geddings getting out of Dodge as Torment limps to the back in frustration.


DR: Hey, prepare better for your matches and you’ll do better. He just tried to overwhelm Geddings with power, but I never saw any focus from Torment. This is the World Title we’re talking about. You want it you better be focussed.


JM: And on that note, our night is finished at ringside as we have doine both of our matches. Let' ssend it back to our dynamic duo of Eric and Larry!


[The screen switches to backstage at the arena. The first thing we see again is Shadoe Rage's back. Well the back of his robes as his arms are outspread. These robes are a bright fuchsia and the trim is gold. Rage is designed on the back in gold lettering. Rage spins to face the camera and reveals NEWF's resident interviewer, Dyan Cicarelli. The Italian bombshell seems a little ... distracted ... as she fondles her microphone and admires the washboard relief of Shadoe Rage's eight back abdominals. She licks her lips a little. Rage notices her noticing. Ever so gently he stretches out a fingerless black gloved hand and raises her chin so that she can meet his virulently bright hazel eyes. At least she has the decency to blush a little bit under the intensity of his gaze and the lecherous leer.]


Shadoe: Oh yeah, you're feeling a little freaked out, aren't you, Dyan. Feeling a little freaked out.


Dyan: (distracted) How many sit-ups do you do a day?


Shadoe: I like to do a lot of standing crunches. Would you like a demonstration?


[Dyan's a bit breathless and can't speak as she is invited to stare directly at Rage's groin and midsection. Shadoe Rage interprets that as a yes and starts doing pelvic gyrations with his hands clasped together before his navel that seem to hypnotise the pneumatic NEWF reporter. As Dyan's head begins to sway back and forth in time with his rhythm ... BOOM!!!! Rage throws his hands apart. A white shower of confetti explodes in Dyan's face. Her eyes pop as she rubs at the white drops of paper.]


Shadoe: Oh yeah, I think I got some on you. Yeah, sorry about that, but it happens from time to time.


Dyan: (gasping) Wow, can you do that again?


Shadoe: Oh yeah, I can do it again. I can do it whenever I want.


Dyan: Please.


Shadoe: Not right now. Not right now.


[He's beginning to get restless. He's shifting from foot to foot as he hooks his left hand in his trunks. He angles off towards the camera, half-pointing towards Dyan.]


Shadoe: Right now I've got business to conduct. Yeah, see because I'm going down that aisle to face Larry Gionet.


Dyan: Right, Larry.


Shadoe: Think about it, Dyan. Imagine this with me if you will. I'm going to be hot and sweaty.


Dyan: I like that.


Shadoe: He's going to be hot and sweaty.


Dyan: (breathing hard) I really like that.


Shadoe: He's going to try to get on top of me ....


Dyan: Ai, papi ....


Shadoe: And BAM!!!! He's going to get knocked right out! Dyan, let me tell you something, Larry Gionet is going to be upset tonight. Yes, he is.


Dyan: Why?


Shadoe: Because he's dealing with Shadoe Rage ... the greatest wrestler of this or any other generation! Yeah, I didn't come here to lose. I came here once and for all to prove that I am the best of the best. Larry Gionet, he's a great wrestler, yeah. He likes to get you down on that mat and twist you apart. I won't lie about that. He's been a winner wherever he's gone and people like to say that Shadoe Rage's biggest weakness is on the mat. They say wrong. Shadoe Rage is a warrior on the streets ... a warrior at the meets and a warrior between the sheets.


Dyan: I like that.>


Shadoe: Focus with me now, Dyan, yeah. Look right out there!


[Shadoe sweeps his hand in front of the camera. Dyan peers forward, confused by what she's supposed to see.]


Shadoe: Out there are the millions and millions of Rage-oholics. And they are clamoring for blood. They are clamoring for my success. Do you understand? They have finally been set free and the NEWF has been treating them to epic contests. Will Geddings, he was a good test yeah he was. But as you can see he has no passion for the fight. He's happy to be beaten down as long as he gets to spout a cool line or two. That's nobody to compete against. Why care about a man who doesn't care. Time to move on to bigger and better. Larry Gionet is bigger and better. I am determined like I never have been before. I will be the NEWF champion. And I will not bow down to a wrestler like Gionet. No I won't.


Dyan: Larry Gionet will be wrestling while injured.


Shadoe: Yeah, I hear his back is still a little bit sore. I hear there's a chink in the armour. I hear his knee is all messed up. And that might be a problem for him. Because I will tolerate no weakness, Dyan. Larry Gionet, you can give it to me.


Dyan: Oooh.


Shadoe: You can give it to me.


Dyan: Oooohhhh.


Shadoe: You can give it to me. And you can keep giving it to me all night long. I won't break.


Dyan: (biting her lip) Damn.


Shadoe: But when you've given me everything you've got and you're lying there face up on the canvas, chest heaving, spent, knowing that you've given everything you've got and you've got nothing left to give. Know this ... I will still be standing up.


[Dyan's knees start shaking. She seems to flush a little bit and her breathing comes faster.]


Dyan: Oh God, I think I need to sit down.


Shadoe: And then it is my turn to give it to you.


Dyan: Yes.


Shadoe: And I'll give it to you.


Dyan: Damn.


Shadoe: And give it to you. I will not be beaten now that it matters. I will not surrender now that we are wrestling for the NEWF title. The Angel of Death will soar. The crowd will cheer and all you'll feel is the burst as all the air rushes from your lungs. Your legs twitch uncontrollably. And I pin you down and run roughshod over you.


Dyan: (gasping) Excuse me, I need a cigarette.


Shadoe: No, not yet, Dyan, we aren't finished yet. Because Larry Gionet has been looking past Shadoe Rage. He's looking past me to get his hands on Sixkillah Billy McGraw. That's a bad mistake. Yes it is. You saw what happens when you take your eyes off the prize with me. Gionet, I don't care about your health. You complained that McGraw was bad. Well, I'm worse. I'm telling you the absolute truth. I'm going to rip you limb from limb. Do you know why, Dyan?


Dyan: Because you'll do anything to win.


Shadoe: See, you're not just a pretty face. I like that. That's right, Dyan. I'll do anything to win the NEWF title. When I set my mind to achieving a task I will not stop until I have accomplished it. Dyan, that is the way that I live. No matter what the circumstances.


[He holds her gaze with a long, intense look. He smiles, winking at her knowingly.]


Shadoe: Especially under those circumstances.


Dyan: (low and breathy) Thank you, Chris Hopper.


[Shadoe Rage takes her hand and spins her around, blatantly ogling her backside. He gives her a playful slap on the rump and sends her on her way, an egotistical grin on his face. Finally he turns back to the camera.]


Shadoe: Yeah, thank you, Chris Hopper. Thank you, Chris Hopper! Because Larry Gionet, I'm going to show the world that the best technical wrestler on the planet can't stop the Rage! You're gonna die, man. You're gonna die in darkness!


[The screen immediately flips to our main announce crew.]


EC: Well Dyan certainly seemed taken by Shadoe Rage back there!


LW: Dyan is taken by almost anybody!


EC: So uncalled for!


LW: What?!?!


EC: Fans, Will Geddings' victory moves him onto a match-up of potentially painful circumstances as he will face the winner between BloodyMalthus and the man who injured Larry Gionet..."Sixkillah" Billy McGraw!


LW: Geddings better enjoy this one, because he may have went from a frying pan straight to the fire!


EC: Now we get to the match I've been wanting to see all night!


LW: Could it be because the defendant is wrestling?


EC: Quite posisbly could be! Frostbite is scheduled to take on Brian Young and if "The One" thinks he will walk away with a win, he better watch out for a certain sledgehammer....


LW: God knows your car wasn't so lucky!


(Larry begins laughing hysterically!)


EC: Let's go to ringside before I turn and kill "The Crusher" with my microphone cord!


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
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| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
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| "Cold-Hearted Bastard" Frostbite |
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| VS. |
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| "The One" Brian Young |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: BJ Q. |
|_________________________________________________________|


CJ: Folks, this is Conrad Jacobs down and ringside. Our next match is a first round match in the tournament for the NEWF World Title --


[Jacobs is cut off by the start of Carl Orff’s “Carmina Burana” and “The One” Brian Young appears at the top of the aisle]


SS: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match has a fifteen minute time limit and is a first round match in the NEWF World Title tournament. Now making his way to the ring, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada]


[Young climbs up into the ring]


SS: He’s “THE ONE...”


... “BRIAN YOUNG”


[The crowd pops, a hearty cheer for the Canadian but then the lights in the arena go out, putting an abrupt end to Brian Young’s entrance music.]


#BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Blue pyro shoots out from all four corner posts in the dark]


#SWOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[A blue streak of light flashes in the dark. The light comeback on, but this time they are blue. The crowd looks up to the top of the arena as they see what looks like snow falling all around them]


CJ: Looks like it’s going to be a white Christmas after all.


[The “snow” continues to fall and the crowd camera shot catches people shivering with goose bumps as the temperature seems to have dropped a bit to accommodate the faux snow]


#BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Blue pryo shoots out outward and upward through the entrance way, as very quickly smoke fills up the entrance way. "King of Kings" by Motorhead begins to blare out over the arena’s sound system]


CJ: I don’t know if it got colder in here or what but there’s an ill wind blowing


[Frostbite steps through the smoke and the crowd responds with a hearty heel pop. Boos rain down on Frostbite as he makes his way towards the ring and his opponent, Brian Young. The crowd’s ire brings out the best in Frostbite and he flips the double bird to the audience]


CJ: There is just no need for that.


[Frostbite looks into the ring at Brian Young with an intense look in his blue eyes. Frostbite is wearing a blue t-shirt, with long blue tights with white stripes going up and down each pant leg. He has on black boots. Frostbite gets to ringside, as he points to Young. He climbs the steps and jumps over the top ropes. Frostbite takes off his blue t-shirt and throws it to ringside]


RA: And his opponent ­-


THUDD!!


[The crowd showers Frostbite with boos as he takes Brian Young down with a vicious body spear. The ring announcer dives out of the ring]


**DING DING DING**


CJ: There’s something meaningful. Frostbite, a former champion in another promotion, already has the upper hand thanks to either a loose understanding of the rules or a blatant disregard for them.


[More than likely it’s the later. Frostbite on the attack as he drops a knee into the ribs of the prone Brian Young. The Coldhearted Bastard drops a second knee and then grabs a handful of Young’s tights and hauls the smaller man to his feet and whips him towards the corner]


THUDD!!


CJ: Brian Young just crashed into the turnbuckle and he may have bruised his kidney or his spleen or one of his other important organs


[And if he didn’t, it appears Frostbite intends to make sure that he does. Frostbite throws the point of his elbow into Young’s lower back not once, not twice but thrice, sending the Canadian to his knees. The Coldhearted Bastard straddles Young’s hips and fires a series of closed fists into the general area of the Canadian’s kidneys]



ONE!!



CJ: The referee is admonishing Frostbite about those closed fists and he’s backing away as Brian Young gathers himself and struggles to his feet.


[Frostbite pushes past the referee and grabs Brian Young by his hair, throwing him to the ground. Immediately, Frostbite puts the boots to his opponent, stomping all over his chest and head]


CJ: Brian Young is desperately trying to cover up as Frostbite just stomps away. We’ve known for some time how important this tournament is to Frostbite, how badly he wants to stick it to NEWF’s owner Chris Hopper. It looks like tonight; unfortunately, Brian Young is having to serve as some sort of stand-in for the owner.


[Frostbite drags Young back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. The Canadian rebounds and the Frostbite catches him, lifting him high into the air and then driving him down, the point of his knee driving up into the Canadian’s lower back. Young thrashes on the mat, clutching his back. Frostbite grabs Young again, under hooking the Canadian’s arms and flips him up. Once again letting him come down, lower back first, across the point of his knee]


CJ: Since the beginning of the match, Frostbite has relentlessly targeted Brian Young’s lower back. And I think Brian Young has to worry, not just about winning this match, but about walking tomorrow or _ever_ again


[The Coldhearted Bastard applies a front facelock and lifts Brian Young straight up in the air, holding him upright for nearly a ten count before falling backwards]



THUDD!!


CJ: Nice vertical suplex. Young is down, holding his head and neck and Frostbite is back up on his feet. You really have to wonder how much more punishment Brian Young can take.


[Frostbite rolls his opponent onto his back and drops down for the cover]


ONE!!





TWO!!



CJ: Kick out by Brian Young. He’s not out of this yet, folks.


[No, he’s not, but it looks like the Coldhearted Bastard intends to put him out of it. Frostbite grabs the Canadian and jams his head between his thighs, setting him up for what looks like a powerbomb and flips him up in the air]



THUDD!!



CJ: DDT, reversed into a DDT by Brian Young. I’m not sure which orifice Brian Young pulled that out of but it probably kept the match from ending.


[Despite the DDT, Frostbite is the first man to his feet and he “helps” Young up, whipping the Canadian into the ropes. Frostbite throws a lariat but Brian Young ducks, hits the ropes and takes Frostbite to the mat with a flying crossbody block. The crowd responses with a healthy face pop


Young hits the ropes again and drives Frostbite to the mat from behind with a bulldog. The crowd now, sensing a change in the match’s momentum, is firmly behind Brian Young. Frostbite gets to his feet and is met by a quick dropkick to the knee, taking him down to a kneeling position]


WHOOOO!!



CJ: Listen to the crowd as Young connects with a knife edged chop!



WHOOOO!!


And another!


WHOOOO!!


And another!


WHOOOO!!


And another!


WHOOOO!!


CJ: And a fifth chop takes Frostbite to the mat.


[Young grabs Frostbite and forces the Coldhearted Bastard’s head between his thighs. The Canadian locks his hand’s around Frostbite’s waist and falls backward, spiking his head into the mat]


THUDD!!


CJ: Piledriver by Brian Young, he just played the accordion with Frostbite’s neck.


[Young grabs Frostbite’s wrist and rolls him up]


CJ: Cradle by Brian Young!


ONE!!





TWO!!




CJ: And, NO! Kickout by Frostbite. Both Frostbite and Brian Young have had legitimate chances to win tonight and so far their opponent has proven too resilient.


[Young back to his feet and Frostbite follows, thanks to Young’s handful of his hair. Young whips him into the ropes and connects, heel to jaw, with a superkick sending Frostbite to the mat. Young crosses the ring and grabs another handful of Frostbite’s hair, helpful young man that he is]


CJ: Low blow. Low blow by Frostbite. Brian Young just took a shot right in the...


[Jacobs stops himself before he earns the show an FCC violation. Frostbite gets to his feet as Brian Young struggles to catch his breath. Never one to miss a chance to kick a man when he’s down, Frostbite drives the heel of his boot into Young’s stomach.


[Frostbite pulls Young up by the front of his trucks and flings him into the corner, slamming the Canadian’s kidney area against the turnbuckle. The Coldhearted Bastard follows in with a shoulder, driving it into Young’s gut, squeezing the smaller man between shoulder and turnbuckle.]


[Frostbite backs away and Young stumbles out of the corner into a boot right to the gut. The collective breath of the audience seems to woosh out, right along with Brian Young’s wind]


CJ: Frostbite has regained control of this match and he has just been brutalizing, Brian Young tonight.


[He has indeed. Frostbite hooks Young with another front facelock and, once again, lifts him straight up in the air]


CJ: Is this it? Is this the Snowstorm!?


THUDD!!


[Turns out, no, it’s not. But that may be small comfort for Brian Young]


CJ: Freeze Frame! Freeze Frame!


[Frostbite spikes Brian Young with that vertical suplex turned tombstone piledriver. The Canadian flops on the mat, a fish out of water, and Frostbite rolls on top of him]


ONE!!





TWO!!






[The crowd erupts, as Brian Young gets a shoulder up at the last second. Frostbite, however, clearly does not share their relief and gets into the referee’s face about the count]


CJ: What a show of guts by Brian Young. If _anyone_ had questions about this former tag team wrestler’s toughness I think they’ve been put to rest tonight!


[Brian Young may have kicked out but he’s still in a precarious position. Frostbite stalks across the ring towards his downed opponent and kicks Young in the back of the head. The Coldhearted Bastard gets Young back onto his feet and shoves him, chest first, into the turnbuckle]


THUDD!!


CJ: Frostbite follows Brian Young into the corner with a running splash.


[Frostbite backs away and Young slumps, arms draped over the top rope. Frostbite hooks his hands under Young’s arms and lifts the Canadian up in the air]


CJ: But Brian Young wriggles free...



THUDD!!


CJ: Sweet Dreams! Good night Frostbite!


[Both men are down and neither shows any signs of imminent movement so the referee begins his count]


ONE!!





TWO!!





THREE!!





FOUR!!


CJ: This is the World Title tournament, can there be a double count out?


FIVE!!





SIX!!


[Finally, Frostbite shows signs of stirring as he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself to his knees, breaking the referee’s count. Young is still flat on his back, sucking wind. Frostbite stalks towards Young and pulls the Canadian off the mat, delivering a hard right hand to the smaller man’s jaw]



WHOOOO!!



CJ: But Brian Young fires right back with a knife edged chop.


[But a right hand by Frostbite follows]



WHOOOO!!



CJ: Another chop!



And a right hand from Frostbite!



WHOOOO!!


Another chop!


CJ: Another right hand, these guys are just wailing on each other, back and forth, right in the middle of the ring. Neither man showing any signs of backing down!



WHOOOO!!



Another chop!



THUDD!!



CJ: And, finally, Frostbite flattens Brian Young with a right hand, ending the standoff.



[Frostbite has Brian Young back on his feet in no time. He whips the smaller man into the ropes]


CJ: Brian Young ducks the clothesline! Springboard crossbody! Frostbite catches him! Frostbite catches him!



THUDD!!


[And plants him with a powerslam]


CJ: Quick cover...


ONE!!





TWO!!





CJ: Kick out! _Another_ kick out by Brian Young. How much more does he have to give?


[Frostbite certainly intends to find out. He pulls the Canadian off the mat and whips him into the ropes and plants him with a spinebuster. He wastes no time pulling Young off the mat and whips him into the ropes, planting him with a second consecutive spinebuster. Frostbite is back to his feet and he whips Young into the ropes again]


CJ: Frostbite went to the well one too many times and Young caught him with a hurracarrana and both men are down.


[Not for long, however. Frostbite is back to his feet before the referee can begin to make a count, wearing an ‘I mean even more business’ look. He drops to the mat and hooks Young’s leg]



ONE!!







TWO!!






CJ: Kickout, Brian Young. Frostbite is livid, he clearly thinks the referee’s count was slow but the referee has been consistent _all_ match


[Frostbite pulls Young to his knees and drives him back to the mat with a double axe handle. Frostbite pulls Young up and hooks up in a front facelock]


CJ: He’s going up. Float over, float over by Brian Young. Inverted DDT! Small package!



ONE!!



















TWO!!


















THREE!!




**DING DING DING**



CJ: What an upset! Brian Young reversed the Snowstorm into an inverted DDT and got the win with a small package. What an amazing finish! I'm sure Eric Chaney is somewhere jumping for joy! Let's head to a commercial break! Come back for more Explosion right after this!!!



[Cut to commercial. The first commercial is the following.]


[The screen fills with flashing pictures of NEWF superstars such as Dan Broussard, Will Geddings, Christian Copeland, Natalie Olsen, and the rest. As each one flashes up we hear the familiar deep voice over the pictures.]


VOICE OVER: Wanna know what is going on with the NEWF?


[We see pictures of some of the superstars out of the ring. Alex Van Steele getting inside a limousine. Then we see Bloody Malthus working out. Followed by Summer Blake entering a restaurant. The final photo is Erik Grimsson washing his car.]


VOICE OVER: Ever wanted to keep up with your favorite NEWF athelete?


[The pictures come faster and faster for about 3 seconds until they just explode into a black screen.]


VOICE OVER: Well now you can!


[The words come over the screen in white letters, they say "NEWF Hotline"]


VOICE OVER: Just call this number and get the latest scoop on your favorite superstars of the NEWF.


[The screen fades to total blackness again. The numbers come over the screen in white letters. It says 1-888-NEWF-INF.]


VOICE OVER: Just call the following number, One-Eight-Eight-Eight, N-E-W-F, I-N-F. You must be 18 to call. Children should get their parents' permission before calling.


[Fade to black.]

[We return from commercials to the following.]


[The camera cuts to one of the dressing rooms in the arena. Here, we find Erik and Nina Grimsson, waiting for the upcoming edition of Explosion later that, evening. Nina is calm and quiet, having the night off, sitting in a chair. She is still, however, dressed for battle in a pair of ripped and faded black jeans, a black "Motorhead- March or Die" tanktop, black Nike amateur wrestling shoes, and black kicking pads. Both her hands are veavily wrapped in white tape, and she wears her long black hair tied back in a tight ponytail. Erik, however, is extremely animated, and clearly very angry.]


[The newly crowned NEWF Television Champion is dressed for battle in a pair of ripped white jeans with skull designs printed on them, an "Obituary- Slowly We Rot" longsleeve t-shirt, black Nike amateur wrestling shoes, and a pair of leather shinpad-like leggings with the one on the right sporting a large iron cross on it and the one on the left sporting the Norse pagan symbol of Thor's hammer. He has both hands wrapped in white tape and wears his long blonde hair down and straight. In his hands, he carries a wooden baseball bat. We seem to catch the two siblings in the middle of a conversation, with Erik shouting loudly.]


Erik: What am I going to do?! Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do! I'm going to make a b-line right to Chad Allen's dressing room, knock the door down, and proceed to crack his [MEEP]ing head open, that's what I'm going to do!


[Nina now looks up at her very animated older brother.]


Nina: You know he's your opponent in the tourney, right? And that you could get disqualified, costing you a shot at the title.


[Erik turns and looks inquisitively at his sister, shocked that she would ask such a question.]


Erik: Yeah, so?


[Nina chuckles a bit]


Nina: Just making sure that you knew. Otherwise, happy hunting.


Erik: Although, I have to ask, why did you decide to come here tonight? You've got the day off.


[Nina's face now turns serious. As she puts her ]


Nina: I came here because I'm tired of seeing Andrea Kristian abuse and torment you. What happened in Cleveland was the last straw. And I figure that since the main reasoning for your plans for Chad Allen are almost completely because he threatened me, that I should return the favor for you. She comes anywhere near you tonight, she dies.


[Erik nods.]


Erik: Well, I guess I also have an unlikely ally in Myra Benedict now. She really seems to have it in for Andrea. Hell, after what she did in Cleveland, we may not see Andrea anymore.


[Nina's interest is perked a bit as she looks up to Erik.]


Nina: Yeah, I saw that. Surprised the hell out of me, too. However, as good as that was, I don't know if I'd start counting on her just yet. Myra seems to always have an agenda. And, while I appreciate her coming to your aid, I don't think she'll view helping you as much of a priority.


[Again, Erik nods his head.]


Erik: Yeah, you're probably right. Regardless, I still feel I owe her big.


[Nina looks up at her brother and mulls things over in her mind.]


Nina: I suppose I can see why you'd feel that way. But I wouldn't really worry about it. I don't know if there's anything you could do for or offer her that would really interest or benefit her.


[Erik chuckles a bit.]


Erik: Again, I suppose you're probably right. But, I guess I should at least try.


[Nina shrugs.]


Nina: Well, that's your decision to make, bro. I certainly won't stand in your way of trying. Besides, I've got my own things to focus on, namely Achika Akatani.


[Erik turns to Nina and smiles.]


Erik: Dude, am I looking forward to seeing that one. You'll finally be getting your chance to finish things off with her.


[A smile forms across Nina's lips.]


Nina: Yeah., and I can't wait for it. No more tricks or running, she'll have to just suck it up and face me. Although, I have a feeling she's just as anxious as I am. She just wants it to be what she considers the right time.


Erik: That's probably true. But Chad Allen is not getting that luxury from me. He's had his shot, and he wasn't good enough to put me away. Then, he threatens to drag you into this whole mess. So now, it's my turn. And I am personally going to make sure he realizes who the hell he's messing with tonight.


[Erik now picks up the bat and and heads out of the dressing room. Nina gets up from the couch and heads to the doorway.]


Nina: Have fun. See you when you're finished.


[Nina heads back inside and shuts the door as the camera fades.]


[The screen returns to our main broadcast team near the entrance way of the United Center staging.]


EC: Welcome back to Explosion and it looks like the Grimssons are getting ready to even the score for their respective battles.


LW: I don't know what the little puke is worried about anyway, Allen might have threatened his family, but he gift-wraped that TV Title he is wearing!


EC: I know you have a son Larry, and you know about family. So don't play that card with me. You'd be fighting mad if someone acted that way toward your blood.


LW: You don't know my family.....(chuckles)


EC: Fans our next match is between Jaiden Andrews and Joshua Black....with the winner advancing to face Dan Broussard at Slamfest.


LW: Last time we saw Andrews, he was getting a face full of blood!


EC: He certainly was. Fort hose who weren't with us in October for our first broadcast, let's show you the last time we saw Jaiden Andrews...


[Screen goes black, then the following footage begisn to roll.]


[We see both Joshua Black and Jaiden Andrews on the mat, but trying to stand. The little insignia ont he bottom right corner of the screen says "Explosion 10/27/07".]


LW: Both men are rising.. Black with a waistlock...


EC: Counter by Andrews, that standing switch brings him behind. Andrews grabs Joshua's arms.....BELLY-TO-BACK ARM TRAP CRADLE SUPLEX!!! HOLW MOLY WHAT A MOVE!!!


LW: But can Andrews take advantage......that move has Black down and out on the canvas!


[The crowd begins to get loud as if somethign is happening away from the ring.]


LW: Andrews getting to his feet as it seems the crowds is buzzing about something.


[The screen switches to see Frostbite coming through the crowd as he hops over the guard rail.]


EC: What is he doing back in the arena? Didn't Hopper kick him out of here earlier?


[Frostbite looks underneath the ring and grabs an steel chair and climbs into the ring.]


LW: Frostbite has some evil intentions on his mind and I think he's goign to make a statement tonight Chaney.


EC: Andrews doesn't see Frostbite entering the ring. He has no clue!


# BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Frostbite delivers a chair shot that makes the entire first three rows cringe, dropping Andrews down to the canvas.]


LW: MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOTHER OF ALL CHAIR SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Frostbite drills Andrews right between his eyes as he drops to the mat. Black gets to his feet. and Frostbite nails Andrews with another chair shot.]


# BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


EC: HE'S BUSTED OPEN!!! Andrews is bleeding form his forehead profusely!


LW: Frostbite connects to the upper part of the back of Black. As he goes flying through the ropes.


[Frostbite pulls Andrews to his feet and whips him into the ropes and catches Andrews by his legs and spins him around and drops his throat first across the top ropes. Andrews bounces off the ropes as Frostbite grabs his neck and spins him around and catches him with an reverse neckbreaker right onto the chair face first.


EC: What a shot!! Andrews is out cold and bleeding like a faucet!!! Frostbite has ruined our first show!!


LW: Talking about making an statement....


[The screen goes to black and then returns to our main announce duo.]


LW: That wa sa hell of a night! Frostbite comign over and laying this guy out! Beat him so bad we didn't hear from him for months!


EC: It is true that Andrews has been silent and under care for the past several weeks, but he is here tonight and ready to re-start his NEWF career with a shot at advancing int he World Title Tournament!


LW: He better hope "the cold-hearted bastard" isn't nearby.


EC: I guess we'll see if Frostbite keeps making it personal or not as we head to ringside.


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
| |
| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
| |
| Jaiden Andrews |
| |
| VS. |
| |
| "Greatness Personified" Joshua Black |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: Duncan Smith |
|_________________________________________________________|


[Camera switches to the ringside camera. Sitting on the right is a huge man named Butch McIntosh. Butch is wearing a skin tight black polyester Under Armour long sleeve shirt with a black Shady Brady cowboy hat. He also have a full, thick black beard with streaks of gray down the center. Next to him is Xavier Ellis. He is a chubby short black man wearing a brown sports coat over a white button up shirt.]


Ellis: Welcome back to the ringside area where we are about to get to the next match in the tournament to name the inaugeral New Era World Champion.


McIntosh: Yes, Xavier, New Era is difinately starting a new era in the world of professional wrestling with this tournament. We are lucky enough to be here to call the action with the next bout with Jaiden Andrews and Joshua Black. And from what we have seen from Andrews so far in the NEWF, he just don't stand a chance in this one.


Ellis: Need I remind you that Jaiden is considered by some one of the top wrestlers in all the stops he has made on his career, it just that he ran into the buzzsaw on opening night of NEWF named Frostbite, which has put Andrews out of commission since the beginning.


McIntosh: Frostbite certainly did do a number on Andrews to the point that I didn't know if we would ever see him in the league again. After a couple of months of rehab and rest, he is back, but I am still not sure he is 100%.


Ellis: I agree that he isn't 100%, and we will see what he does have in him tonight against Joshua Black. Butch, tells about the man known as “Greatness Personified.”


McIntosh: Black hasn't had his normal scale of success since coming to NEWF from Granite. He has a top dog there but has struggled since then. He claims he HATES “garbage” wrestling and high flying action fits in the catergory according to him, so he is out to make a statement with this match against anyone that fits into that lightweight type of division.


Ellis: If you wonder where Joshua Black fits in the scheme of things here in NEWF, it would be at the top, at least that is what he would tell you! His world revolves around one person, HIMSELF, and don't try to tell him otherwise. And with that, let's go to the ring for the introductions.


[Camera switches to the ring where Steven Stewart begins introducing the competitors]


Stewart: Our next bout is one fall with a 30 minute time limit and is a first round match in the tournament to determine the first ever New Era World Champion. Coming to the ring first, wrestling out of Los Angelos, CA ...


J A I D E N

A N D R E W S


[The curtains are tossed to the side, and emerging from the back is Jaiden Andrews, who stands at the entrance with his hair masking his eyes. He then looks up, raising a hand to move the hair from his face, then sizes up the cheering crowd. Raising an arm into the air, he makes his way to ringside, slapping hands with the fans as he does so... though his gaze fixates on the ring. Getting to ringside, Andrews slides underneath the bottom rope, then immediately gets to his feet. Walking to each of the turnbuckles, Andrews climbs them and raises his arms into the air, the fans cheering and taking pictures. As he descends the last turnbuckle, he makes his way to his corner, taking off the t-shirt and tossing it backwards into the crowd. Andrews then looks down, beginning to take deep breaths and preparing a strategy for his upcoming match.]


Stewart: And his opponent, fighting out of Phoenix, AZ


“G R E A T N E S S P E R S O N I F I E D”

J O S H U A

B L A C K


[The lights in the arena start to flicker as the beginning of "This Is The New S***" by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena. Andrews steps towards the ropes staring down the aisleway, waiting for Black to appear. But nobody appears from the backstage area...]


Ellis: What's going on here? No Joshua Black? Maybe we won't be finding out where Jaiden Andrews is in his rehab...


McIntosh: Not so quick there, Xavier. Look who is sliding into the back side of the ring after hopping over the ringside railing!


Ellis: Joshua Black is HERE! And Andrews has no idea he is there. Referee Henry Kilston calls for the bell and Andrews still looking down the aisle.


DING DING DING!!!


Ellis: Black walks in behind Andrews ... INVERTED DDT!!! Andrews was caught by complete surprise and now he is flat on his back.


McIntosh: WELCOME BACK TO NEW ERA, JAIDEN ANDREWS!


Ellis: That was quite a rude introduction from Black, as he now lifts Andrews and locks on a reverse chinlock with a knee into the middle of the back of Andrews. Andrews trying to break out and spins to his right and up to his feet, but Black keeps ahold of Andrews with a headlock. Andrews back into the ropes and shoves Black into the ropes, and SHOULDERBLOCK from Black sends Andrews to the mat.


McIntosh: Now THAT was greatness personified. Black sure lives up to his namesake.


Ellis: Andrews back up and Black into the rope again. Andrews drops down and Black hops over into the opposite ropes, Andrews up and leap frog over Black. Black into the ropes again, and Andrews ducks his head for a back drop, but Black sees and KICKS ANDREWS IN THE FACE!


McIntosh: We are in Chicago ... Robbie Gould, eat your heart out! That fild goal would have been good from 50 yards!


Ellis: It was quite a kick. Black lifts Andrews up and drops him back down with a scoop and a bodyslam. Elbow drop. And another. And another. Black now playing the crowd with a couple of raised fists in the air and the crowd isn't liking it too well.


McIntosh: No, they aren't, but I am thoroughly enjoying a mat wrestling display. Oh, and seeing Jaiden Andrews getting his butt handed to him on a platter is kinda funny to see too!


Ellis: Andrews back to his feet and Black is still arguing with the crowd. DROPKICK FROM BEHIND AND BLACK FALLS TO THE FLOOR! Heather Black and Johnny Windham quickly over to check on their protege. Heather quickly up and yelling at the referee about something or the other. Windham helping Joshua to his feet .... AND HERE COMES ANDREWS OVER THE TOP ROPE ... BUT BLACK MOVES!!! ANDREWS FLAT ON HIS BACK TO THE FLOOR!!!


McIntosh: Just like I said at the beginning of the match, Black is trying to show that classic wrestlers are better than these high flying mamsy-pamsies!


Ellis: Mamsy-pamsies? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?


McIntosh: Oh, shove it, Ellis!


Ellis: Andrews is already suffering from that attack from Frostbite, and now this direct fall from 10 feet in the air. I don't see how Andrews is going to be able to get anything going in this one. But Black lifts Andrews back up and rolls him into the ring.


McIntosh: Joshua Black has been known to have an evil side to him and look at look in his eye. I think he smells blood!


Ellis: He sure does. He rolls back into the ring and points to himself and yells that he's the best and gathers a round of boos from the crowd. He helps Andrews to his feet ... BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! He keeps a hold of it ... AND ANOTHER! ... AND ANOTHER!


McIntosh: That's the “Succession of Greatness” and that's going to about do it! Andrews LOOKS DEAD!


Ellis: Black stands over Andrews and puts his boot on his chest ...







ONE




















TWO




















THREE!!!




DING DING DING!


Ellis: Not much doubt with that cover, as Jaiden Andrews STILL isn't moving, as Heather Black enters the ring and gives her man a sloppy wet one.


McIntosh: Something that I bet you don't get much of, eh, X?


Ellis: I get it plenty, thank you very much! Referee Henry Killston is motioning for NEWF officials to come to the ring to check on Jaiden Andrews. He still hasn't moved. Killston looks worried about Andrews. And it looks like Joshua Black wants another piece of Andrews, but Killston holds him and and orders him out of the ring. Killston could always take the match away and disqualify him, so Black would be smart to just get out of the ring.


McIntosh: And Black is taking the smart road as he rolls out of the ring and begins making his way up the aisle.


Ellis: And here comes the paramedics. And with that, let's go ahead and send it back to the hosts.


[The main announce duo seems speechless, though Watters is almost seeming as if holding back laughter.]


EC: All I can say is wow!


LW: (bursting with glee).....I knew black was going to win, but the way he did it! Damn!


EC: It was true domination and obviously Jaiden Andrews is in serious trouble. Peremedics are attending to him and getting him out of the ring.


LW: DAMN!


EC: Great color work "Crusher".


[Larry makes motions with his arms as if he is truly lost for words by what he is seeing.]


EC: I don't think I've ever seen you speechless before, Larry.


LW: (just shrugs)


EC: It certainly was a surprise, especially considering the beatdown Frostbite laid on him a couple of months ago and now it seems Black has finished the job Frostbite set out to begin.


LW: Holy Toledo! Black is not somebody to be messed with!


EC: Obviously not and he has now advanced to face off with Dan Broussard in what will be an interesting rematch from a few weeks back.


LW: Watch out Danny-boy! Black is on a mission and it could be a painful one for you!


EC: Well that gives us our first match-up in the quarterfinals and now we are ready to get our second! The next contest will feature Billy McGraw against Bloody Malthus!


LW: McGraw has been a rocket to the stars since nearly killing Gionet a few weeks ago.


EC: No doubt and tongiht the winner ofthe match moves on to face the veteran flyer, "FlyKing" WIll Geddings at Slamfest!


LW: Geddings better root for an upset because McGraw is likely to ground him for good if he gets to Slamfest!


EC: Let's head to the ring and find out!


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
| |
| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
| |
| Bloody Malthus |
| |
| VS. |
| |
| "Sixkillah" Billy McGraw |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: Ryan D. |
|_________________________________________________________|


[The screen switches to show Johnny Marks sitting alone at the ringside booth as he begins speaking.]


JM: Johnny Marks here with... now, who the heck are you?


[Sounds of someone sitting down.]


DD: While I'm your new color commentator, Dirk Davidson. Yes, _the_ Dirk Davidson.


JM: Oh crap.


DD: That can only mean you were a GIW mark, and that can only mean that you know that Dirk is going to force you to call the greatest match of your career.


JM: Oh crap.


["I wanna be your dog" By Iggy Pop and the Stooges blasts over the PA system as the crowd favorite makes his way to the ring, slappiong hands with the fans along thre way. He climbs into the ring and settles into an unoccupied corner, eyeing the entrance way.]


DD: They have fallen haven't they?


JM: Who?


DD: The quality of wrestlers over the years.


["Life in the Fast Lane" by The Eagles begins to play over the PA system as Billy McGraw steps through the curtain. McGraw is wearing a flowing, fully-sequined, full-length robe of the Confederate flag, tied around the waist. He doesn't even recognize the cowd as he walks to the ring and steps between the bands to enter the squared circle. McGraw removes his robe and he sports dark blue and burnt orange diamond-patterned full-length wrestling pants.]


DD: Now this guy... wow. I really like this guy.


JM: McGraw nearly ending the career of Larry Gionet the last time we saw him, a brutal attack.


DD: People earn what they deserve, Marks. Gionet has been boring audiences for years and it was about time that someone did that to him, it is only a shame that McGraw didn't end his career.


JM: You've got a lot of spite.


[DING DING DING!]


JM: Here we go! Both men coming out slowly from their corners, neither man with a huge advantage here in size so they're doing some early feeling out.


DD: Speaking of which I know I am a legend, but why exactly is your hand on my thigh, Marks?


JM: What are you talking about?


DD: I'm moving three feet to my right.


[There is a collar and elbow tie-up, McGraw takes the advantage forcing Malthus into a side head lock. Malthus backs himself up against the ropes looking to break up the head lock, and then shoves McGraw off into the farside ropes on the rebound the two bump chests and give each other a stare down.]


JM: McGraw and Malthus neither man gives up an inch. Right cross by McGraw! Rabbit punch! But Malthus fires back with a right of his own which backs up McGraw!


DD: So much for the technical portion of our show.


JM: Malthus fires away again backing McGraw towards the ropes!


[YAY!]


JM: Malthus has McGraw on the ropes... literally! He rears back and...


[BOO!]


JM: ...is hit with an eye poke by Billy McGraw.


DD: Great counter there by McGraw.


JM: McGraw with two handfuls of Malthus' hair...


"SLLAMM!"


JM: ...and slams him right to the mat by it. Malthus quickly rolls back up to his feet as McGraw shakes off the last of the punches.


[Mathlus gets to a vertical base but is immediately struck with a couple of swift kicks by McGraw right to the side of the ribs. Each shot looks completely stiff and makes for a good echo in the arena. These obviously stun Malthus.]


DD: There's that nasty streak in McGraw that he's so known for, and why he's my pick for World Champion. The guy's got it all.


JM: It's a solid pick, just too early. McGraw now pulling Malthus all the way back up to his feet...


"SMMMACK!"




"SMMMACK!"


"SMMMACK!"


[Plate full of chops!]


JM: Three nasty backhanded chops!


DD: Malthus has nice red marks from those shots.


JM: McGraw lifting up Malthus by the right leg... shinbreaker! And that causes Malthus to hop on that leg in some pain. McGraw from behind hooking onto that same leg and head...


"SLLLLLLLLLLAMM!"


JM: Russian legsweep! And here's the first cover of the match...



ONE!!












TWO!!
















THR--



[KICKOUT POP!]


DD: Ah, damn. But look at the level of intensity of Billy McGraw, the guy's so focused right now.


JM: I can't disagree with you, so far he's just dominated this match. But is this necessary?


[McGraw begins stalk across the ring celebrating and doing a little dance which starts to annoy the crowd, McGraw follows that up with a series of verbal insults towards the crowd that gets them going.]


DD: Why not? They're showing McGraw no respect.


JM: Respect for what?


DD: For nearly ending Gionet's career.


JM: Most of these people enjoy Larry Gionet.


DD: Most of these people don't shower on a regular basis.


[Malthus is back up to his feet as McGraw finally takes his attention off of the crowd. McGraw hits a couple of quick right hands that back Malthus up against the ropes and there's that whip again.]


JM: Malthus rebounds off of the ropes, no! Malthus ducked the clothesline attempt by McGraw... now off the farside, running knee into the midsection of Billy McGraw!


[YAY!]


JM: McGraw is right back up to his feet, but there's Malthus getting things going. Malthus grabbing him by the head and arm...



"SLLLLLAMMMM!"



[MO' YAY!]


JM: Swinging neckbreaker!


DD: And wisely McGraw rolls to the outside of the ring! That's what makes a champion, a champion.


[Indeed, McGraw rolls as soon as he hits the mat to outside for safety and to take a timeout. Malthus is on the mat for about a nano-second before Malthus follows McGraw to the outside of the ring. We've got ourselves a brawl, baby!]


JM: Malthus is right there before McGraw can get a time-out called, and lays into him with a couple of right hands!


DD: And these unwashed mutants seem to enjoy this.


JM: McGraw can't defend himself and he's getting rocked by those right hands by Malthus. Malthus now grabbing McGraw by the head and arm, there's a whip...


"CRASH!"


JM: ...sending McGraw right into the guardrailing!


[The crowd seems to enjoy it as they get up close and personal with Billy McGraw. McGraw doubles over in some pain as he strikes the unforgiving metal guardrailing and that gives Malthus a huge bullseye.]


JM: Malthus charging in...


"THHHUDD!"


[Oh damn!]


JM: McGraw ducked down and flipped Malthus into the front row!


DD: McGraw playing lame duck just about good as anyone could and that suckered in Malthus to charging in, what a great thinker on his feet McGraw is. I am truly impress --


JM: We know.


DD: Don't cut me off again, or I'll tell the world about the tranny I saw you with earlier.


JM: What!?


DD: You heard me.


[McGraw turns right around as Malthus gets back up to his feet, thankfully the crack NEWF team is able to move fans out of the way of danger, McGraw grabs Malthus by the hair and slams him face down onto the guardrailing.]


JM: McGraw now pulling Malthus back over the guardrailing and letting him drop to the concrete floor!


DD: Haw! McGraw telling Malthus to do some damn work himself.


JM: And again McGraw goes towards insulting the fans here in Chicago.


DD: Well, this is Chicago -- it figures they'd back Malthus, they back the Cubs, the Bulls, and Bears. All losers.


JM: No hatred for the White Sox?


DD: Nope, most of those fans wouldn't be here tonight...


JM: Why's that?


DD: They can't read well enough to find the United Center. They're all standing in the parking lot right now wondering which building they're looking for, send a camera out there and you'll see.


[McGraw stomps Malthus' legs a couple of time before he again pulls him back up to his feet towards the ring apron. McGraw then grabs Malthus by the shin once again.]


JM: What does McGraw have in mind here? He lifts up Malthus...



"CCCCCRRRRRRASSSH!"


[OUCH DUDE.]


JM: SHINBREAKER USING THE STEEL STEPS!


DD: Great use of what's around you there.


JM: Malthus' knee might have exploded from the impact of that shot, he can't put any weight on that right leg!


[McGraw quickly throws him right back into the ring and gives the fans a few last words before heading back into the ring. McGraw slides in right after him, and pulls Malthus towards the middle of the ring.]


DD: Oh yeah! This one's over!


JM: McGraw wrapping up the legs...


[HUGE HEEL HEAT!]


JM: VICKSBURG VICELOCK!!


DD: Last time we saw this move, well you know what.


JM: Malthus yelling in pain as McGraw sinks in that figure four lock right onto that injured leg that he smashed against the steel ring steps! Malthus has no where to go...


DD: And we know that McGraw has no intention of ever letting go, just ask Larry Gionet.


[Malthus tries to claw at the mat to pull himself towards the ropes, but McGraw gives little ground up.]


JM: McGraw now calling on referee Josh Babcock to see if this one's over.


DD: What was his name?


JM: Josh Babcock.


DD: Haw! One more time, please.


JM: No.


DD: That's why no one likes you, Marks.


JM: Malthus continuing to refuse to give up, but every second that McGraw has on his Vicelock is one more second off of your career.


DD: Tick... tick... tick...


[Malthus begins to slow down and succumb to the pain, he drops his shoulders to the mat and the ref has no choice but to begin to count the three count, he gets to two and a half before Malthus fires up his shoulder. Again Malthus drops the shoulder and there's another two and a half count. McGraw continues to yell towards Malthus to just give up.]


JM: Malthus fires up that shoulder off of the mat to avoid the three count, but he's not fighting back much more.


DD: Another career ended, hopefully.


JM: Malthus starting to fight back, though!


[The crowd begins to cheer.]


JM: He's digging deep for the strength!


[More and more cheering, rallying on Bloody Malthus.]


JM: He's going to try and flip this one over!


[Malthus starts to twist and turn within the grip, as McGraw starts to panic.]


JM: Malthus not giving up, can he do it?


DD: I hope not.


[The crowd is standing on their feet.]


JM: Can he?







...can he?








...can he?











[HUGE POPPAGE!]





JM: YES! YES! BLOODY MALTHUS FLIPPED THE VICELOCK OVER AND NOW IT'S BILLY MCGRAW WHO IS IN TROUBLE!


[Slam on the announcers table from Dirk, that's his reaction. However, the rest of the Chicago crowd is digging it as McGraw is now being asked by the referee is he is the one who wants to give up here. McGraw shakes his white mane of hair no, as Malthus is now the one yelling for him to give up.]


JM: McGraw pulls out of the hold!


DD: Good God that was too close.


JM: You have money on this match, don't you?


DD: Damn right. McGraw is a sure thing.


JM: Malthus and McGraw hold their knees in some serious pain, both men lay at the mat after that incredible escape from the Vicksburg Vicelock. Possibly, the most feared move... at least in the NEWF locker room.


DD: Can Malthus walk, though?


JM: Can McGraw?


[McGraw and Malthus on opposite sides of the ring begin to pull themselves back up to their feet with use of the ring ropes. Malthus favors his right knee pretty badly and almost collapses under the strain of the rest of his 250 pound frame. McGraw limps a bit less, but there is a limp none the less.]


JM: Malthus still able to walk... hardly, though. McGraw needs to take advantage of that, but he's on the otherside of the ring.


DD: McGraw still has the advantage, even from over there.


JM: Both men backing up in the ring, I don't think either knows where the other one is...


[POPPAGE]


JM: ...and they bump! Both spin around, Malthus harldy standing on his two legs. McGraw reaching down... Uprising Spinebuster!?




"SSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!"








["THE" POP!]




JM: NO! NO! SATAN'S SONG!! MALTHUS REVERSED INTO HIS FINISHER!! CAN HE MAKE THE COVER?!


DD: Yeah, but it was kicked out of last week... it might not be all!


JM: Malthus slings the arm over, here's the count...








ONE!!

















TWO!!

















THREE!!















[DING DING DING!!]


JM: BLOODY MALTHUS HAS DONE IT, HE HAS SHOCKED THE WORLD BY TAKING BILLY MCGRAW OUT OF THE NEWF WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT!! AND IN THE PROCESS IS MOVING ON TO THE NEXT ROUND!


DD: Sonuva--


[Slam of the headphones down on the annoucers table.]


JM: Dirk? Where'd you go?


...Dirk?


...Dirk?


[Malthus rolls out of the ring and begins to high five the fans in the front row. In fact, those same fans are holding up Mathlus' body from the effect of the Vicelock that he survived here tonight. “I Wanna be Your Dog” by Iggy Pop and the Stooges plays in celebration of Malthus' big win.]

[The screen doesn't go back to our announcers, but to the following taped footage.]


[ Show is suddenly interrupted as the screen above the wrestler's entrance starts lighting up. The following words flash on the screen in big blue letters...]


#COMING SOON to the NEWF#


#A Wrestling legend#


[A Man appears on the screen in his mid 40's. He's grinning from ear to ear. He is at a local restaurant ordering his food]


Man: Allow me to introduce myself to all you half-baked inbred, half-wits.. I'm the Ruler Paul Blair. You can call me the Ruler, the Measuring Stick, Personification of Greatness, or simply the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in the NEWF wrestling ring.


[Blair disappears for a second and the following words now appear on the screen.


#Multiple time World Champion#


[Blair is back on the screen. This time he's at a bar and having a beer with a few of his friends. ]


Blair: The NEWF will never be the same ever again. If you are a big name at this point in time, get ready to take a back seat to the new top dog.


[ Blair points to himself ]


If you are a champion, then get ready to cough your gold up to the Personification of Greatness.


[ Blair points to himself again]


I have been a legend every where I have gone in the past. The NEWF will be no different. The NEWF is about to be sank by the Ruler. Ask around, I'm the real deal. I'm a walking, talking, fire breathing legend. And soon all of you will know my name. Bar tender, give me another drink and keep them coming.


[ Again Blair goes off the screen and the following phrase is put on the screen.


#The Ruler Paul Blair...#


[Blair appears a third time and this time he is out at a ball game watching the Green Bay Packers. He motions for the vendor to bring him some food. But it's not a hot dog vendor. It's his long time friend, Earl the Taco Selling Guy. ]


Blair: So what is that $3?


Earl: Oh no, Mr. Buh-lair. A legend like yourself? Your money is no good here. This taco is on the Packers. You just keep coming to the games, and they will keep feeding you with the best tacos in town.


Blair: Thanks Earl. That's very nice of the Packers. But then again, why wouldn't they give me free stuff? I've been coming to these games for years and to be honest, I keep selling these games out for them.


[Blair is mobbed by fans around him asking for autographs. Blair just simply ignores them and then turns to the guy next to him. ]


Blair: You going to eat that?


[Man nods no and Blair takes some of his popcorn. But instead of eating it, Blair dumps the rest of the popcorn on the guy sitting on the other side of him. He then hands the guy back his bag of popcorn and the two men sitting on opposite sides of Blair begin duking it out. Blair gets up to go out of the stands towards the cameras. ]


Blair: Everywhere I go, a fight breaks out. The NEWF will be no different. NEWF, you have been warned. I'm not just any body that is coming to your rings soon. I'm simply the greatest thing you have ever seen. Remember where you are right now when you watch this. Years from now, you will still remember that you saw the greatest thing in NEWF history. Now get out of here before I beat your punk ass rollie pollie down.


[Blair walks off towards his car and the screen switches back to our main announce duo.]


LW: How about that signing Larry! Paul Blair is on his way to the NEWF!


EC: When will he arrive?


LW: Not sure, but it looks like the "Ruler" is on his way to make thinsg even more interesting across the board!


EC: Speaking of interesting, the next match features Larry Gionet.....


LW: You mean "future cripple" Larry Gionet....


EC: That's not what I said Larry.


LW: I knew you rarely spoke the truth Chaney!


EC: Gionet recently signed legal documents making sure NEWF wouldnot be held responsible if he is injured in teh ring after doctors refused to certify him healthyf or this match.


LW: He's lucky he can walk, I tell you!


EC: That might be true! A few weeks ago, Larry Gionet walked into the ring against "Sixkillah" Billy McGraw and got the Vicksburg Vicelock clamped on him. The lock did a number on Gionet's lower half completely. Spraining a knee that still doesn't loojk completely right and also damaging the lower back so bad Gionet was in traction overnight!


LW: That still slays me!


EC: Doctos refused to clear him, but here is is after signing papers and appealing to Owner Chris Hopper for this spot and his reward.....


LW: One of the Prophets of Rage!


EC: Yes...Shadoe Rage. So let's head to the ring and see if Gionet's momentum can carry him past this superstar that is definitely no pushover! Time to head to the ring!


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| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
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| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
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| Larry Gionet |
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| VS. |
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| Shadoe Rage |
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| Written by: Duncan Smith |
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[The screen switches back to the ringside area with Blake Elpers on the right and Brock Higgins on the left. Elpers is dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt and a black “skull cap.” Higgins is dressed in the traditional shirt and tie. As Higgins begins to talk, Elpers sips on a bottle of water and looks like he could care less if he was there or not.]


Higgins: Welcome back to ringside as Explosion continues. I'm Brock Higgins along side Blake Elpers [motions to Elpers ­ but Elpers rolls his eyes, nods, and takes another drink of water]. Well, Blake, the man of a 1000 words, gives us some thoughts on the upcoming match, Larry Gionet and Shadoe Rage.


Elpers: I don't know. [shrugs shoulders] I'm here for the free hot dogs and beer in the back and then some wrestling matches broke out. Who woulda thunk'd it?


Higgins: Ooookay??? Gionet is coming into this match a little banged up, which should give Rage a little bit of the advantage from the start, but Gionet is one tough cookie and he won't give up without a fight, I do know that for sure.


Elpers: The only thing I know for sure is that there better be a couple of 40's on ice in the back when we get done out here. And, oh yeah, Shadoe Rage is one crazy hombre, I do know that as well.


Higgins: Yes, he is. Enough of that though, let's go to Steven Stewart in the ring with the introductions.


[Screen switches to the ring where Steven Stewart is wearing a black tuxedo and holding a microphone. He begins the intros...]


Stewart: The next contest is one fall, 30 minute time limit, and is a first round match in the tournament to crown the initial New Era WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! Coming to the ring first, hailing from Nova Scotia, Canada...


S H A D O E


R A G E ! ! ! ! !


[The arena lights cut out bathing the fans in darkness. A bell tolls in the distance. Then another tolls. The arena lights bathe the Chicago crowd in a sepulchral purple light as Chopin's "Death March" begins its familiar dirge. The crowd begins to rumble with mixed noises as the curtains part and out issues the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage.]


[He flourishes in time with the heavy chords, like a dancing ghoul. He holds up a hand-written sign in one hand: CHICAGO IS RAGE COUNTRY! The fans boo as he flourishes and stops, flourishes and stops in time with the music.]


[Rage is decked out in a black cape. Gold letters across the back read: DEATH IN DARKNESS. He slips through the ropes and cat-quick leaps to the top rope, holding the sign up for all to see. The boos for those who know him rain down as Rage jaws with the crowd, spitting and hissing at them. He whips the sign into the front row where some eager fan snatches it. Rage points at that fan.]


SR: Because of all of you, tonight, Larry Gionet, dies in darkness!


[Rage hops down from the ropes and removes his cape. He calls for a microphone.]


SR: From Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada ... weighing 248lbs ... the winner and inevitable NEWF champion ... SHADOOOEEEEEE RAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!!!


[The crowd boos as Rage stares out at them, defying them to disagree.]


SR: You may not like it, but it's true! You should all get on your knees and thank Chris Hopper for delivering you a saviour! A reaper to harvest the weak and lost souls. And it starts with Larry Gionet, the most disrespectful and arrogant man walking the face of the Earth.


CROWD: LARRY! LARRY! LARRY!


[The chant agitates Rage who grimaces, fidgets and snarls as he moves around the ring.]


SR: All of you out there want Gionet? He'll be out here soon enough. And tonight he leaves this ring a broken man. He will pay the price for his disrespect. Larry Gionet, you've been looking past me. You've been looking past everyone and just assuming that you're going to be the NEWF champion. Let me tell you now, it won't happen. Yeah, you've been a champion in other places. But you were never good enough to hold that title, were you? You always went down for the count. And now here you are, having left in disgrace, trying to clear yourself of the stench of "Evil Voodoo" and pretend that you're all of a sudden the greatest wrestler on Earth. Take a look, Gionet.


[Rage jabs his thumb into his chest.]


SR: I am the greatest wrestler on Earth. I'm coming to kill you, man. It's personal for me. Chris Hopper doesn't want to rank me in the Top 10 contenders? Disrespect. Will Geddings looked past me. Disrespect. And now you talk about settling the score with Sixkillah Billy McGraw? Disrespect. You all take it for granted that you have time, that you have control ... that you have a destiny. Let me tell you something, Larry Gionet, come down this aisle right now. Because you and I both know that you aren't medically cleared to wrestle. You and I both know that you're a wounded animal. And you and I both know that 100 per cent healthy I'm better than you, I'm better than you, I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!!! You think that you're going to write a happy ending? You think that you're going to wrestle injured through a tournament and win the crowd's sympathy and win the triumphant return match against McGraw in the finals? You've got it all drawn out in your head, don't you? Well, it WON'T HAPPEN! I'm going to win. That belt is mine!


CROWD: WE WANT LARRY! <CLAP> <CLAP> WE WANT LARRY! <CLAP> <CLAP>


SR: _I_ want Larry. GIONET COME DOWN THE AISLE!!!!! Come meet your doom. Chicago is Rage country and all the Rage-oholics are crying for your blood! Listen!


[The crowd is booing as Shadoe Rage holds up the microphone.]


SR: Do you hear it! They want you to die, Gionet. They want you to Die in Darkness!


[Rage throws down the microphone and gets ready, staring a hole through the entrance way with his blazing hazel eyes.]


Elpers: How about that? He's calling out Gionet! Rage is ready for battle!


Higgins: Well we are hearing that we have Larry Gionet out in the main concourse area near where the exhibit of the NEWF World Title is. Let' shead back to see what is going on.


[We pan into the backstage area of the United Center in Chicago IL. We see a big glass case where the NEWF world Title is placed at. One can see the reflection of Larry Gionet looking at it with wonder and excitement in his eyes. He presses his hand against it as if trying to touch it.]


Gionet: This title, is my fresh sart in our business. The NEWF World Title to me is my way of wiping my somewhat questionable reputation of my past clean. For those that claimed I could not fight without underhanded tactics tonight and moving forward I show the sport that they are dead wrong.


[Gionet stops staring at the glass-encased belt and looks to the camera.]


Gionet: It's about time I show the whole wrestling world that I can withstand the neverending tasks of being Champion of the world. To bring pride and respect back to a sport that has taken a lot of beatings in its past and in this year along. All the pain all the torture all the stress would be worth it because of this belt.


[Gionet taps on the glass. He looks down at the white covered tiles as he looks deep in thought. Gionet turns around and leans against the wall next to the glass container. Larry pounds his fists together as he is only a few moments away from his first round match-up against Shadoe Rage.]


Gionet: Rage, make all the claims you want about me, spew all the venom you want because you are nothing but talk. To be quite frank I'M done with talking! Real men don't talk to weasel out of a fight they get in there and FIGHT! No back pedaling, no excuses, no regrets.


[Larry makes a slashing motion to give emphasis to his last statement.]


Gionet: Rage, I will fight until I have nothing left to give. I've given up so much in my life to get to this crucial point. What I did yesterday holds no bearing to what I will do today. I won't stop until the final bell rings and my hand is raised. I will stop at NOTHING until I raise that NEWF World Title above my head being the carrier of this company!


[As he finishes his sentence the familiar chords of "As I AM" by Dream Theater begins to play A few people in the back can be heard shouting encouragement towards Larry Gionet. He intensely marches to the guerrilla position as he stops for a second to collect his thoughts before bursting out of the black curtains onto the ramp Larry Gionet steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a chorus of cheers resonate. Loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from either side of the stage!]


# No one dared to #
# Speak of the terrible danger #
#The hideous ancient warnings #
# Forged in the void of night #


[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the roars become louder. He wears his and black half tights, black kneepads and black boots. Without hesitation, he just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd. With a sinister look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a deep disgust taking in a very deep breath. The fans become a blur as he turns towards the ring.]


# He is risen up #
# Out of the blackness #
# Chaos #
#The last of the prophets #
# Sinister #
# A sickening monstrous sight #


[The music surround Gionet as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks out across the sea of fans, and hand locked on the top rope, steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring as he climbs the buckles pounding his chest.]

# Through stifling heat #
# Underneath the pale green moon #
# I burned with a thirst #
# To seek things not yet seen #
# Climbing endless stairs #
# Leading to the choking room #
# Eager to explore #
# His most shocking mysteries #


[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give. He puts his head down with his blonde locks cover his eyes as he releases tension in his wrists. Larry snaps his head back looking torwards the enteranceway for his opponent with his cold blue eyes focused.]


# Drifting beyond all time #
# Out of a churning sky #
# Drawn to the beckoning light #
# Of the dark eternal night #


[The lights begin to rise as Gionet frits his teeth like a pit-bull ready to strike. He cups his left fist in his right palm. He pulls down the top rope slightly as he awaits his opponent to come down the rampway.


Stewart: And his opponent fighting out of Stoughton, Massachusetts ....


L A R R Y


G I O N E T ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[Gionet and Rage eye each other across the ring.]


Higgins: Both men in the ring and like always, Rage looks like he is ready to go.


Elpers: Yup! I'll go on record now and pick him to win.


Higgins: Of course you would! You always pick the guy that the crowd hates.


[Elpers shrugs his shoulders again and nods with a smirk on his face.]


Higgins: Referee Herman Gehl checks on both guys and he calls for the bell and here we go.



DING!!!
DING!!!
DING!!!


Higgins: Both men come to the center of the ring and begin yelling at each other nose-to-nose, face-to-face. Oh! Rage SPITS IN GIONET'S FACE!


Elpers: Yes! Cheap shot from Shadoe. Don't ya love it?


Higgins: That's disgusting is what that is, and Gionet looks none too happy about it. Shadoe laughs at him as they come back to the center of the ring. Gionet looks ready to coldcock him into next week.


Elpers: He would like to, but I don't think he can. He doesn't have it in him.


Higgins: He has it in him, trust me. They move back in for a tie-up ... Oh what is this? Shadoe Rage calls a timeout and takes a moment to flex right in the face of Gionet.


Elpers: Ha! Great move by Shadoe Rage. I know if I were Sherry Gionet, I would be scared to death!


Higgins: It's Larry, and he doesn't look too scared, just a little ticked off. Now Shadoe Rages back into the corner and Gionet can't take it anymore and goes in after him, and look at Rage back peddle out of the ring to the floor. What a coward!


Elpers: One man's coward is another man's genius. Rage did what he had to do. That Mary Gionet has been known to be a nut case at times.


Higgins: It's Larry, and I see Rage as nothing more than what I said ­ a coward! Gionet is begging for Rage to come back in the ring, and referee Herman Gehl is holding him back away from the ropes, trying to give Rage enough room to get back into the ring.


Elpers: Rage slides back in, showing that he has no cowardice like you tried to make him out to have.


Higgins: But he slides right back out as Gionet closes in on him. Gionet reaches through the ropes trying to get the action started in the match ... OH! Rage grabs him and pulls him to the floor. Rage with a stomp. And another stomp.


Rage: [overheard by the ringside mic] Who's the man, Gionet? Who's the man!?!?!


Elpers: Rage is taking over here early in the match. His intelligence got the better of Harry Gionet.


Higgins: It's LARRY, and it does look like he outsmarted Gionet to begin this one. But he did give Gionet time to get back to his feet after those stomps. AND GIONET CATCHES HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE GUT! Gioney now bounces Rage head off the ring steps and a shoulder into the ring post. And the crowd is going nuts for Gionet.


Elpers: [talking off mic] Hey, weiner lady ... give me one of those brauts, would ya?


Higgins: Blake, come on now, we got a match going on here.


Elpers: I would rather have that sausage than see Gary Gionet.


Higgins: LARRY Gionet back in the ring and now rolling back in is Rage. You know, Blake, both men seem to be very focused on trying to get an upperhand early on in this one.


Elpers: Of course they are. This is for the NEWF World Title. Don't you think that is enough to get anyone motivated for a match. Well, other than me. I think I a bigger motivation for me would be one of those Miller Light drafts over there.


Higgins: Now both men back to the center of the ring and we finally get a lockup in the ring. Rage quickly turns it into a headlock. Gionet shows him off into the ropes. Shoulderblock by Gionet and RAGE BOUNCES OFF! Rage again into the ropes and goes for a shoulder again ... again bounces off Gionet! Rage looks a little frustrated and tells Gionet to go into the ropes. Larry obligues and SHOULDERBLOCK SENDS RAGE TO THE MAT. Headlock on the downed Rage and the crowd is loving Gionet tonight.


Elpers: Terry Gionet has the upper hand but here comes Rage back.


Higgins: Rage back to his feet and spins out of the headlock and gets LARRY Gionet into a hammerlock overhead. He pulls the blond hair of Gionet and sends him to the mat. Elbow drop and now rubs his boot into the eyes of the downed Gionet.


Elpers: Nothing like rubbing it in, eh?


Higgins: Bad joke, Blake! Rage now grabs the foot of Gionet ... spinning toe hold and Gionet is screaming in pain on the mat.


Elpers: Carrie Gionet is screaming like a school marm on the mat! I love it.


Higgins: Now an elbow to the knee of Gionet. Rage is laying on the leg and wrenching that knee. He is systematically trying to take Gionet apart. Gionet reaches up and grabs the braided hair of Rage, and Gehl is counting to get Gionet to let loose of the hair.


[Rage finally lets the hold loose and goes to the ropes and points at the fan with his glasses and yells “The violence tonight is all because of you!" towards the kid again.]


Higgins: Gionet slowly gets back to his feet, but is showing obvious signs of pain in his knee. He limps towards Shadoe on the other side of the ring. Rage sees him coming and grabs him by the back of the neck and tosses him over the top rope to the floor. Rage out to the apron ...


Elpers: Rage to the second rope ... SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT TO THE FLOOR!


[Crowd begins chanting “NEW ERA, NEW ERA, NEW ERA”]


Higgins: The crowd really getting into the match, even though they seem firmly behind the guy that was on the receiving end of that one.


Elpers: Oh, you mean Barry Gionet?


Higgins: Would you give it a rest, Blake? Both men now slowly getting back to their feet. Gionet is leaning over the railing and Rage grabs his head ... He slams his head off ... NO! Gionet stops it. And again! Elbow to the gut by Gionet and RAGE NOW HEAD FIRST INTO THE RAILING!!! Gionet up on the ring apron ... JUMPING SIDE KICK OFF THE APRON TO THE FACE RAGE! And the crowd is on fire with the resergence of Gionet.


Elpers: [Yawns]


Higgins: Gionet tosses Rage back into the ring and starts climbing the ropes from the apron. He's to the top now, but here comes Rage. He climbs from the inside and they meet at the top. Headbutt from Rage and Gionet is rocked a little. Rage wraps his arms around ... TOP ROPE OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY BUT GIONET LANDS ON HIS FEET!!! He drops down on Rage ... ARM TRIANGLE!! HE HAS IT LOCKED IN.


Elpers: The ropes! Rage is in the ropes! Break the hold Gehl! Break the hold!!!


Higgins: Gehl now DOES see he is in the ropes and calls for the break. Gionet a little frustrated that he put on the hold so close to the ropes as he releases the hold. Also, notice that Gionet is grabbing onto the back a little. Remember, he does have a signed medical release that can't hold NEWF responsible if that back is reinjured. And it would be a shame if that would happen to such a fine man.


Elpers: Oh, you mean Gerrie?


Higgins: No, Larry, you nitwit! Both men slowly coming to the center of the ring and they lockup again. Gionet is shoved into the ropes by Rage and Rage lowers his head for a backdrop, but Gionet leapfrogs and stops ... Rage spins, KICK TO THE FACE BY GIONET. HE MOTIONS FOR HIS FINISHER, FATE AWAITS ... up for the piledriver ... AND HE GOT IT!


Elpers: No! No! Oh god NO!!!!!


Higgins: Gionet crawls on top for the pin!





ONE












TWO















THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



DING DING DING



Higgins: He caught him out of nowhere for the kick and the Fate Awaits. Gionet wins the first round match up between what could be the toughest two competitors in the NEWF.


Elpers: What a match, but Gionet got lucky! Rage should have won! I would guarentee that if Rage had gotten past this one that he would have won the title. But now, it's up in the air.


Higgins: Rage certainly looked good enough to be a top contender here in NEWF with his showing. But look at him in the ring begging the referee that he didn't lose and that the match needs to restart.


Elpers: I agree with him actually. There is no way that that cripple Larry Gionet could beat him.


Higgins: There IS a way and he DID beat him. As Gionet celebrates with the fans at ringside and Shadoe Rage throwing a temper tantrum in the ring, we are signing out. I'm Brock Higgins with Blake Elpers as Larry Gionet advances to the second round of the NEWF World title tournament with a win a highly contested match over Shadoe Rage.


[Camera cuts to the host announcers]


LW: Highway robbery!!!


EC: What are you yelling about now?


LW: Shadoe Rage was robbed right there in front of our very eyes! That man just might be the best thing the NEWF has in the ring right now!


EC: He may be talented, but he isn't advancing! Larry Gionet defies logic and advances to face Alex Van Steele at Slamfest in the quarterfinals of the World Heavyweight Title Tournament!


LW: Rage better never see Gionet again, or that little do-gooder will be toast!


EC: I think Larry Gionet would welcome the chall......what the Hell?


[The lights go out in the arena.]


[A loud voice booms over the PA system in the darkened arena.]


VOICE: MAKE WAY FOR THE KING OF COOL !!!


[The lights go out suddenly as the beginning strums of "TNT" by AC/DC start to blare over the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts with a huge face pop as the screen lights up with images of "Too Cool" Chris Hopper. The music plays for a bit and then burst into the chorus.]


# CHORUS: #
# 'Cause I'm #


#T.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Jinsei Shakanuzi. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#N.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Robert Hearsch. Followed by a Black letter "N" filling the screen for a second.]


#T.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on the SECW's Tommy Gilstrap. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#I'm dynamite #


[Clip of Hopper's eight foot tall name molding exploding at the entrance way during a TV show. Fireworks are blazing all around.]


#T.#


[Hopper nailing a DDT on Gorilla in NeCW. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


#N.#


[Quick clip of the final second of Hopper landing the Icebreaker on Scimitar in SECW. Followed by a Black letter "N" filling the screen for a second.]


#T.#


[Hopper swinging the aluminum bat right into Extreme's leg at November Nightmare '98. Followed by a Black letter "T" filling the screen for a second.]


# and I'll win the fight #


[Camera swings away from the screen at this point.]


[Hopper then enters the arena and the attention is off the big screen. The music continues through the chorus as Hopper struts down to the ring. Hopper is wearing a green suit with a white shirt and bright purple tie. He walks down to the ring shaking hands with fans and signing an occassional autpgraph.]


LW: I swear he comes out here for nothign more than to schill his ugly mug each show. What could he possibly have to say that he couldn't send through us to the people sitting on their asses watching the show?


EC: Well consider this getting more bang for his buck...


LW: Whatever.....


[Hopper takes the microphone as the crowd chants of "NEWF" continue much to his smiling pleasure.]


Hopper: What a night! When I told everyone that we had the deepest roster in history, I meant it! These guys have come out here and shown exactly what I meant!


[Massive crowd pop.]


Hopper: Champions like Frostbite and Billy McGraw have been oustered and it shows that NEWF is truly the hotbed for the up and coming wrestler! The way you have been tonight also shows me that we have the greatest fans in the entire wrestling world!


[Monsterous crowd pop.]


LW: I swear this guy's lips shuld be bronzed he puckers up to people so much!


EC: Shut up Larry!


Hopper: Tonight, I am here to announce the names of the four ladies who will be competing for the NEWF Diamond Title at Slamfest on December 30! And I have them right here in this envelope!


[Hopper pulls a business envelope out of his suit jacket and proceeds to open it.]


EC: The kinds of match-ups this four-way could bring are astounding, especially considering the depth of our ladies' division!


LW: Sometimes I'd like to find out how deep our women's division really is.


EC: My God, Larry!


[Hopper unfolds the piece of paper.]


Hopper: The pay-per-view title match will be an elimination-style fatal four-way match! Ladies can be eliminated by pinfall, countout, disqualification and submission. Two referees will be assigned to the match and security will be present within the crowd and entrance area to prevent interferrence from parties NOT in the match. The goal is for us to have a legitimate and clean finish to this championship bout!


[Solid pop for the potential clean finish....even if chick fights are desired.]


Hopper: The first name on the list of competitiors is...


D A B E L L O

R A G E ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[The crowd goes nuts for the firts name announced.]


EC: Didn't take long for this match to be legit in every way!


LW: It sure didn't Chaney! Rage is a dangerous pick anytime out!


[Hopper ends his pause and moves forward.]


Hopper: The second name on the list is....


"M O C K I N G B I R D"

N I N A G R I M S S O N ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[The Fans erupt with a massive face pop for the hardcore female.]


EC: Good Lord, what a match already! Grimsson and Rage!


[Hopper doesn't delay long to continue.]


Hopper: The third participant is....

"T H E R E V O L U T I O N"

J O S I E S A I T O ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[The crowd immediately starts booing, then begins chanting "Summer!" over and over, knowing it has to annoy Saito backstage.]


Hopper: And the final participant! And proof that this event will be the true chance of a lifetime....

"F I R E F O X"

N A T A L I E O L S E N ! ! ! ! ! ! !


[The crowd gives a massive face pop for the Canadian lady they have already grown to love.]


Hopper: Ladies and Gentlemen, Slamfest is proving to be the crown jewel event that we all hoped it would be! Multiple title matches, talented performers, huge surprises and the fan fare the day before make this *THE* event of the wrestling world! We'll see you all there on December 30 at The Palace of Auburn Hills!


["TNT" begins to blare again as Hopper exits the ring and the view switches to our main announce team.]


EC: How about that "Crusher"! Hopper announces the participants in the fatal four-way and it look slike it will be a hell of a war!


LW: And he also noted the need of extra security, which you didn't know why until you realized Nina Grimsson was drawn for the match and Achika Akatani wasn't!


EC: No doubt Larry that Akatani will not let this go without some form of rebuttle.


LW: She must! She is the best chick we have ont he roster and she wants a piece of that Mickingbird girl so bad she can taste it! That's a recipe for disaster Chaney!


EC: It all adds up to great wrestling excitement with the NEWF Diamond Title on the line, if you ask me!


LW: It definitely changes the way things will happen at the pay-per-view....that is for sure.


EC: Well folks, we've come to the main event of the evening and this is the mian event for a reason.....let's take you back for a quick look at what happened atthe end of the last Explosion.....


[Screen goes black as the following footage airs.]


[The tape begins to play with McGinty falling down and Erik Grimsson in the ring on the mat also. A small icon on the bottom right of the screen says "Last Explosion" on it.]


JM: McGinity's leg gives out, though, and he falls to the mat as well... both men are down, and only if McGinity can make the cover...


[Again the crowd is distracted.]


JM: Oh crap...


CP & RM: What?


[From the entrance ramp heads on down the "Jester" Chad Allen. He heads right towards the ring and right for Erik Grimsson.]


JM: Chad Allen can't resist another attack on Grimsson.


CP: Referee Herman Gehl trying to make Allen go back to the back, but he hasn't done anything.


RM: No, but I'm sure he didn't come down here for the exercise.


JM: I'm shocked he didn't bring a flaming barbed wire baseball bat or something crazy like that.


CP: That'd be just ridiculous.


[McGinity makes the cover, but the referee is distracted by Allen's apperance. McGinity gets back up to his feet, and quickly heads over to see what the hell is exactly going on. Grimsson uses this chance to get back up to his feet.]


JM: McGinity and Allen now having words.


CP: He did just cost him the title.


JM: Grimsson, from behind...



"THUUD!"



[REF BUMP!]



JM: Grimsson just pushing into McGinity and clocks the referee instead! And now I think he just saw that Allen was down here... he turns to go for the Jester, but McGinity fires a right of his own!


"SLLAM!"


[OUCH!]


JM: McGinity lays out Grimsson...


CP: This is turning into a scrum.


RM: FUMBLE!


JM: Allen into the ring with something in his hands.


[It's a chair. A simple, easy chair.]


JM: McGinity turning his attention away...




"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACKK!"





"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACKK!"




[DOUBLE SHOT!]



JM: ALLEN NAILS MCGINITY TWICE! AND THE BIG MAN CRUMBLES TO THE MAT...


RM: We want blood!


CP: We got it!


[McGintiy is busted open.]


JM: Allen not done, he's waiting for Grimsson... Grimsson back up to his feet...







"SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKK!"







[CHAIR DESTROYED!]




JM: ERIK GRIMSSON JUST ATE THAT CHAIR!


CP: Allen diving out of the ring as the referee starts to stir... he can't finish the job.


JM: Grimsson landing right on top of McGinity... the referee counts...






ONE!


























TWO!


























THREE!!















[DING DING DING!]









JM: ERIK GRIMSSON IS OUT COLD, BUT WHEN HE WAKES UP SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL HIM THAT HE'S THE NEWF TELEVISION CHAMPION! HE LANDED ON GRIMSSON THANKS TO THE SHOT FROM CHAD ALLEN.....


[The screen goes to black.]


[Then quickly fades back to our announcers.]


LW: It still cracks me up how Allen got the better of both of them last week.


EC: I'm sure it doesn't make him terribly happy because he didn't want Grimsson to get the belt. At least, that was how it looked at first.


LW: "The Jester" is equal opportunity! He wanted to make a statement, and I believe he did!


EC: Well tonight he gets the chance to make a big statement because he steps into the ring against the very man whose sister he threatened....Erik Grimsson!


LW: And I thought Rage against Gionet was a great match-up, but this one has the makings of being amazing!


EC: Let's head to the ring for the call of our Main Event!


_________________________________________________________
| NEWF EXPLOSION 12/15/07 |
| |
| M A I N E V E N T ! ! ! |
| |
| WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE TOURNAMENT - 1ST ROUND |
|_________________________________________________________|
| |
| "Jester" Chad Allen |
| |
| VS. |
| |
| "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson |
|_________________________________________________________|
| Written by: Neal T. |
|_________________________________________________________|


[Billy Caldwell and Lurch are at ringside, ready to call the next match.]


SS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is the Main Event of the evening!


[POP!]


RA: About to make his way to the ring at this time...


BC: Hang on, it appears there's some kind of scuffle behind the curtains.


[Suddenly, the entrance curtains come _down_, as "Jester" Chad Allen tumbles out onto the entrance ramp. "Heavy Metal Hero" Erik Grimsson marches after him, eager to continue his offensive.]


BC: They're starting this before the introductions can be made.


L: Forget the introductions. These two dudes want to beat the crap out of each other, and I'm all for it.


BC: Allen, only an inch taller than Grimsson, but weighing considerably more, staggers to his feet...


L: But Grimsson's got a right hand with Allen's name on it.


BC: Literally.


[Erik lambasts Chad with rights to the body and face, keeping the larger man off-balance as he stumbles his way down the aisle. And Erik follows right after him.]


BC: Erik Grimsson displaying some boxing punches to the skull of Chad Allen.


L: They ain't pretty, but those shots are BRUTAL. I wouldn't be surprised if each one is cracking Allen's skull.


BC: After Allen opened his big mouth and threatened to hurt Erik's sister Nina, I wouldn't be surprised.


[They finally reach the ring, to which Erik sends Allen inside. He then pulls a baseball bat from under his left arm, and slides inside as well.]


<DING!> <DING!>


BC: Referee Herman Gehl finally signals for the bell, and this one's officially underway. Grimsson back to his feet now, sizing Allen up with that baseball bat.


L: Gonna' knock his head off.


BC: Allen climbing back to his feet... Erik swings... but Chad Allen ducks! Comes up behind the Heavy Metal Hero with a rear waistlock.


[Instead of his usual squirming, Erik simply grabs Chad's hands and pries them free - breaking the hold.]


BC: Grimsson turns to face him...


........ <SMACK!> ........


L: VICIOUS headbutt! Right between the eyes, too!


BC: And that's opened a nasty cut on Allen's forehead!


L: This dude's just KILLING him in there so far!


BC: Well he's got plenty of reasons to be motivated. Grimsson with the fat end of that bat now... and jams the handle into Chad Allen's stomach.


L: That'll knock the wind out of him.


BC: Grimsson with a front facelock now...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And connects with a picture perfect DDT.


L: BETTER than picture perfect! Just spiked the dude on his head!


BC: Erik not going for the pin just yet though. Good thinking, as it's far too early.


L: Yeah, and he doesn't seem in the least bit concerned about winning this match. Just wants to beat the crap outta' Allen.


[Erik rolls over to face down at Allen as he lays on the canvas after that DDT. Erik then launches headbutt after ungodly vicious headbutt into Allen's face.]


BC: JESUS! Erik Grimsson isn't giving Chad Allen to BREATHE, much less mount any kind of offensive! Just CRUSHING him with those headbutts to the face!


L: And Allen is already absolutely COVERED in his own blood! He ain't gonna' last much longer if this keeps up!


BC: You know, for once, I actually agree with you there, Lurch.


[Instinctively though, Allen manages to sneak a knee up and connects with Grimsson's midsection.]



"OOOOHHHH!"



BC: OUCH! I felt that one!


L: You ain't kidding!


BC: Erik Grimsson just went limp after that wicked knee to the family jewels.


[Allen rolls him off and rises to his feet. REaching up to his face, he rubs off some of the blood that covers it, laughing maniacally.]


BC: And I think the lights just came on for "Jester" Chad Allen, especially at the sight of his own blood.


L: Yeah, but the way Grimsson's been smashing his face in these last few minutes, I still can't see him doing any kinda' serious harm before Erik retakes control of this match.


BC: Wow. It's a damn miracle, Lurch. 'Cause once again, I agree. Grimsson's been an absolute _monster_ in there so far, despite his small stature.


L: That don't mean a thing when you've got somebody as vicious as he is.


[Chad pulls a still hurting Erik Grimsson back to his feet, but then drops down to one knee.]


L: Blatant low blow!


BC: But Gehl let Grimsson use the baseball bat earlier, so he's letting this match continue after that illegal move.


[Allen then grabs Erik's head as he hunches over in even more pain, and begins to unload wicked knee after wicked knee into Erik's head.]


BC: Oh man, BAD move by Allen. He's only pissing Grimsson off with those knees to the face!


L: He's busted Erik open in the meantime though, and STILL unleashing those brutal knees!


BC: Fans, this match has been chaotic from the very beginning! We couldn't even BEGIN the introductions before Grimsson brought Allen out for the beating of his life.


L: And they actually brought the entrance curtain down! It couldn't withstand the full weight of Chad Allen on it!


BC: Allen with a boot to the gut now, setting Grimsson up for something via standing headscissors. He pulls him upside-down...


L: But Grimsson's fighting it, squirming like a hurt animal and kicking his legs to throw out Allen's balance.


BC: Grimsson back down to his feet, and he hoists Allen up now!


........ <THUD!> ........



BC: Big back body drop! What a show of strength by the Detroit native!


L: Dude just can't be stopped, no matter what Allen throws at him!


[Getting back to his feet, Erik watches as Allen arches his back in pain, before pulling himself up as well. Meanwhile Erik's backed into the ropes, and now runs full speed at him as Allen reaches a vertical base.]


........ <SMACK!> ........


BC: Charging Overhand Right Cross to the face drops Allen like a sack of potatoes! But STILL Erik Grimsson refuses to go for the pinfall!


L: He ain't done pounding Allen's face into the canvas! Not by a LONG shot!


BC: Grimsson with a tight clinch on Allen now... and he's unloading some brutal short uppercuts to the face, returning the favor for Allen's knees earlier!


L: Dirty Boxing, baby!


BC: I just can't get it out of my head how much Erik has been dominating Chad Allen so far in this contest!


L: Well, Allen's had his share of beatings on Grimsson, so now it's the Heavy Metal Hero's turn!


BC: I suppose that's very true. Erik loosening the clinch some,... and now he's using vicious knee strikes on Allen now! REALLY returning the favor!


L: And those are EASILY much harder than what Allen threw at him just moments ago! Allen's blood is flying everywhere from every single one of those brutal shots!


BC: Grimsson finally backs off now into the ropes. Chad Allen just can't seem to regain any kind of composure with this onslaught he's been at the receiving end of. Erik charges again... Lou Thesz Press!... But Allen catches him, somehow able to maintain his balance despite the bloodloss and constant barrage of attacks to his head! Allen turns him upside-down...


........ <THUD!> ........


BC: Emerald Fusion drops Erik right on the top of his head!


L: I gotta' wonder if that even HURT, though! Erik Grimsson is one of the toughest guys I've ever seen in that ring!


BC: Chad Allen switches positions now, and hooks the leg for the first pinfall attempt of this contest!














ONE!














TWO!
















T--


[Kickout!]


BC: No! It will take more than one move to put the Heavy Metal Hero away!


L: [laughing] Yeah!


BC: Allen back to his feet, and yanks Erik up as well.


L: Boot to the balls again.


BC: Front facelock applied, and Chad hoists him up with a handful of tights... up into vertical suplex position...


[But rather than fall back, Allen simply falls down.]


........ <THUD!> ........


BC: And drops him with a brainbuster!


L: Right on top of his head again! But is this the most offense Allen's had all match, Billy?


BC: You know what, I think you might be right, Lurch! Chad Allen now targeting Erik's legs, perhaps looking to weaken them up for a submission.


L: Smart plan. If he can keep Grimsson on the mat, he can slow the dude down, and keep from getting mauled some more.


[Chad pulls Erik to the ropes and drapes his right leg over the bottom rope. Allen then uses the ropes to springboard up and bring all his pressure down on the leg, causing Grimsson to yell out in pain as Allen does it again - seeking to torque the knee.]


BC: Over and over he brings his full weight down on that right knee, looking to damage it as much as possible.


L: Grimsson's squirming to get away, but he's at a big positional disatvantage here.


BC: Once again, you're absolutely right, Lurch.


L: About time you realized that.


BC: Allen drags Erik to the corner now, slides out to the floor,... and he's pulling him even further into the turnbuckle.


L: Into a position I'd HATE to be in!


[And for added oomph, Chad yanks hard at the last second, slamming Erik hard crotch-first into the steel pole.]


L: OUCH! He keeps working over Grimsson's jewels like that, and not even a certain self-mutilating whore would want to sleep with him anymore!


[It's not Billy Caldwell's turn to laugh at Lurch's remark.]


BC: No Andrea Kristian would probably be a BLESSING to him!


L: [laughing as well] Hahaha, you're probably right there! But still, targeting the balls over and over like that ain't cool!


BC: I think the Jester's got the mentality that he'll use whatever measures it takes to win, especially in this World Title Tournament. He's got that right knee again...



<CLANG!>



BC: And wraps it right around that post, trying to do even more damage to it!



<CLANG!>



BC: And again!


L: Better the knee than the balls, man!


BC: Good point.



<CLANG!>



BC: And a THIRD time he smacks that knee around the ringpost! Erik Grimsson is in severe pain!


L: Yeah, I wouldn't like to be in his shoes right now, that's for DAMNED sure!


BC: Allen back into the ring now, and pulls Grimsson back to his feet. Erik can hardly put any pressure on that right leg! Chad Allen KICKS it now, causing it to buckle and Erik crumbles to the canvas! And again he kicks it, over and over! Not only working over the knee cap itself, but the sides and back of the knee as well!


L: And when you think about it, if Erik regains control of this match, which I'm surprised hasn't happened already, but this attack on that knee will severely limit his speed!


BC: Damn man, you're on a roll tonight with these accurate observations


L: Damn Straight!


BC: Chad grabs the leg now, turns him over,... and locks him in an STF!


L: While fishhooking him at the same time, pulling on his mouth with both hands!


BC: But Erik Grimsson's vehemently refusing to submit, the concept probably not even occuring to him! And he's fighting the hold, wildly squirming to get away!


L: But Allen seems to only tighten the hold, the more he squirms!


BC: But that isn't stopping Erik from squirming even more!


L: He's in a bad position, but I'd count on him to pass out long before submitting!


BC: Grimsson stretching with all his might for the bottom rope now, desperate to get there and force the rope break!


L: But will Gehl enforce it? He's been very lenient with the two so far!


BC: Holy Moly, Lurch. I'm impressed!


L: [smugly] So are the ladies.


[Erik's still squirming, and still reaching. Finally, he manages to break free of Allen's grip, much to the Jester's surprise and anger.]


BC: Grimsson got free! Didn't even need the ropes!


L: That's talent right there for you!


BC: Allen back to his feet, Grimsson trying to pull himself up by the ropes - having some difficulty in the process though!


L: But Chad kicks him in the back of the knee again - causing it to buckle once more!


BC: Allen pulls Grimsson back to his unsteady feet now, backs him into the ropes,... and sends him across with the Irish whip.


L: Bad move there! He just gave Grimsson a chance to build up some speed despite that bum leg!


BC: Grimsson off the far ropes, indeed building speed... Allen with a lariat... but he only whiffs as Erik ducks down...



........ <THUD!> ........



BC: And spear tackles Allen to the mat, following it up with vicious rights and lefts to the face, once again opening up those cuts on Allen's face!


L: And opening some new ones, to boot! Erik's dead tired, and hurtin' like hell! But he's still throwing bombs down on Allen!BC: And this crowd IMMEDIATELY came to life as the tables were turned on Allen once again!


[Grimsson gets up, hobbling some on his bad right leg, but feeding off the pure adrenaline as he runs to the ropes behind Allen.]


BC: Off the near-side ropes now, and Grimsson's headed for the far ones, building up speed some more! Chad Allen's getting back to his feet - still hunched over though! Grimsson bounces off the far ropes, and coming full speed at the Jester...


........ <S M A C K~!> ........



"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"


"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"



BC: CONCUSSION BOMB! HE JUST RAN SKULL TO SKULL INTO CHAD ALLEN! AND THE JESTER LOOKS KNOCKED OUT COLD!


L: But Grimsson STILL ain't going for the pin! And Allen's knocked out cold from that Concussion Bomb!


[Suddenly, more than 21,000 screaming fans in the United Center begin boo'ing wildly.]


BC: What the--?! Oh no! Here come the Abominable Snowman and Mad Cow, Jester's backup in The Nuthouse!


L: And Grimsson sees them, DARING them to come into the ring!


BC: There they go, and Erik's right on top of them, pummeling one, then the other! Chad Allen's cronies didn't have a chance in Hell of getting the jump on him! He whips Snowman into the ropes, Snowman charging right back at him with a big splash-- but Erik moves! AND SNOWMAN TAKES OUT MAD COW INSTEAD! Both over the top rope to the floor!


L: It's a TRAIN WRECK out here!


BC: Chad Allen is still unconscious after that brutal Concussion Bomb, and Grimsson heads out to the floor now, to continue his offensive on The Nuthouse! MACHINE GUN KNEES TO THE SKULL OF MAD COW!


[MONSTROUS FACE POP!]


BC: AND THEN HE DELIVERS THE SAME TO THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN! HE'S ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED THE NUTHOUSE!


L: Yeah, but Allen's finally starting to come to now!


BC: Yes, but he's still really groggy; probably doesn't even know where he is right now!


[Spotting Chad pulling himself back to his feet with help from the ropes, Grimsson slides back into the ring.]


BC: Grimsson looking to continue his attack on Chad Allen once more...BUT ALLEN ROLLS HIM UP FOR THE PIN!


L: And feet on the ropes!














ONE!















TWO!

















THREE!






<DING!> <DING!> <DING!>






BC: WHAT A MATCH!!!


L: ALLEN PULLED IT OFF!!!


[We hear the ring announcer in the back ground.]


RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner,...


" J E S T E R " C H A D A L L E N !



BC: Allen moves on to Slamfest with a victory over the NEWF TV Champion! What a way to finish the first round of the tournament! We've run out of time tonight folks, See you at Slamfest!!!


[The screen with the announcers fades into a screen that has the first picture listed below in it. The still change as the credits roll. "Epic" by Faith No More begins playing in the background as the following set of stills recapping the night's action begins to roll.]


[Picture still of Alex Van Steele flying toward a helpless David Rheaume as the photogs get their best shots of the match.]


[Picture still of Dan Broussard pinning Zeke McGinty.]


[Picture still of WIll Geddings dropping the bigger Torment to the canvas.]


[Picture still of Brian Young raising both hands in the air as the crowd cheers his upset of Frostbite.]


[Picture still of Joshua Black throwing Jaiden Andrews across the ring like a rag doll.]


[Picture still of Bloody Malthus nailing the "Satan's Song" on Billy McGraw as flash bulbs go off in the back ground.]


[Picture still of an exhausted Larry Gionet high fiving a fan after his victory.]


[Picture still of Chad Allen's hand being raised as The Nuthouse taunts the crowd and Erik Grimsson lays on the mat.]


-----------------------
***CREDITS***
-----------------------
Match #1 (AVS/Rheaume)--> Will Geddings
Match #2 (McGinty/Broussard)--> Derek Edwards
Match #3 (Geddings/Torment)--> Derek Edwards
Match #4 (Young/Frostbite)--> BJ Quinn
Match #5 (Andrews/Black)--> Duncan Smith
Match #6 (McGraw/Malthus)--> Ryan Duffy
Match #7 (Gionet/Rage)--> Duncan Smith
Match #8 (Allen/Grimsson)--> Neal Thayer


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