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Canadian Invasion 4: Edmonton
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Pyro explodes!
The crowd goes nuts! Canadians jump around everywhere, cheering and clapping. Shouting and waving their arms around like crazy people. That's just how we like it in ELITE. Absolutely insane.
More pyro threatens to get the company fined for excessive explosions, and for the fire hazard involved.
The camera finally stops on ELITE's award winning commentary team, a duo of such significance that they're officially known as cultural icons in sixty-three countries.
Sikes: Welcome to Edmonton!
Dan: Where?
Sikes: Edmonton! Alberta, Canada!
Dan: Are we about done with this Canada crap? I hate this country.
Sikes: Why? It's so clean and everyone's so nice!
Dan: I know, that why I hate it. I don't trust people that nice...makes me think they're just getting ready to rob me or something.
Sikes: Don't be ridiculous.
Dan: Right, that's your job.
Sikes: Anyway, we've got a tremendous show for you tonight! A three way dance between Lance Steadfast, Mad Monkey and Nightcat to determine the number one contender for the Universal Championship.
Dan: Hmm, that should be...interesting.
Sikes: And with the Champ himself, Steve Fella serving as the guest referee...who knows what will happen?
Dan: Two guys will lose and one guy will probably win.
Sikes: Carrying on...Joshua Jones will try to pick up some momentum against the returning Will Sabre! The Desert Asp challenges Val Nedved for the ELW Title!
Dan: How can you even act excited about that? It's going to be awful.
Sikes: Val is a fighting champion, and after Asp's victory over Ramos last week, he could be a worthy contender.
Dan: I think your doctor needs to adjust your meds.
Sikes: Dan!
Dan: Andy.
Sikes: *sigh* Anyway, starting off tonight...the return of the Euroteam match!
Dan: Do we have any actual teams?
Sikes: Well, not officially. J Crew...kinda.
Dan: So it's J Crew versus some more random nobodies?
Sikes: No...it's Jack Fellow of J Crew, teaming up with Coca Cola Man...
Dan: Wait, so the only official team we kinda have on the roster isn't even competing together? Who is booking this stuff?
Sikes: Uh...I'm not sure at this point. I think it's a committee somewhere.
Dan: Right.
Sikes: And they face off against the impressive Zillionaire Jones and SnM!
Dan: MmHmm. Can't wait.
Sikes: But first I'm told we go backstage for a few words with our ELW Champion!
Dan: *yawn*
We catch up with the ELW Champion Val Nedved inside a weight room. Emanating from the middle of a sea of grey and metal items, our Champion's controlled breathing is the only indication of life in the Champion's vicinity. He's alone... and he would have it no other way. He's used to it. But how many can claim the same?
I have said many times that I came here to wrestle, to prove I can twist and dance with the most dexterous athletes in the world, but in my first few months in ELITE, I've demonstrated that I can also mangle and pummel in a way that very few can.
Really, it depends on circumstances, on the mood I am in, on what I have to work with...
As far as J - Crew is concerned, all this faction is doing presently is
letting me thoroughly enjoy another thing that I take great pleasure in doing: Inspiring terror...
There are few things in this world that cause as much grief and agony as loneliness causes the fainthearted...
Desert Asp, merely defeating you is not my goal... I aim to break you - not just physically but also emotionally, psychologically, in spirit...
Your loneliest, gloomiest, most unsettling hour is right around the horizon, Asp.
As the harrowing shadow projected by my menacing exterior infringes upon the entrails of your sanctuary... you will have only the echoed shrills of your slain companions to distract you from your cowering...
I'm afraid it won't be a happy beginning to your New Year.
Zillionaire Jones and SnM vs Jack Fellow and Coca Cola Man
The tag match was very competitive but awkward with neither team working very well together. Zillionaire Jones and Jack Fellow had a very exciting segment with Fellow making several pinfall attempts but Jones' count out win attempts proved unsuccessful in the Euro team format. Coca Cola Man and Fellow nearly came to blows at one point after Coca Cola made a blind tag. SnM took advantage of the distraction to pick up the victory by rollup.
Backstage, The Desert Asp is warming up by doing some sort of half ass kung fu routine and staring at something with a glazed over look in his eyes. Bags comes up, looks from Asp to whatever he's staring at off camera and shrugs.
So, Asp...do you want us to come out with you during your entrance or just surprise you?
No thanksssss.
Huh?
I ssssss-
No I heard you...quite clearly. I just didn't understand...uh...what the heck you mean. We're J Crew. And we're coming out there to back you up.
Asp stops his flailing around and cocks his head to the side regarding Bags with that same glazed over glare.
I appreciate it...really. But I want to do thissssss...on my own. I dissssemboweled that engorged giant ssssingle handedly last week jussssst fine. What makesssss you think I need your help to do the same to Val?
What!?! You're delusional! You freaking stoned out moron! I'm not doubting your abilities. I just saying... *sigh* We're GOING...out THERE. To back you up.
Asp steps up to Bags and says firmly.
And I'm sssssaying...no thanksssss, Bags.
With that Asp reaches over and grabs what he must have been staring at before...a ripe and juicy tomato. He rips out a vicious bite letting the juices run down his face and chest, grinning like a loon.
Whatever, man. You've made your bed, now I hope you fall out of it.
Back at ringside...
Sikes: So it looks as though the Desert Asp truly wants to prove himself tonight.
Dan: He's the dumbest member of the group, give him a break.
Sikes: I'm serious! He wants to beat Val on his own!
Dan: And I ask, why throw away a perfectly good thing?
Sikes: You mean why stop attacking people in packs and jumping everyone during matches?
Dan: Yes!
Sikes: Because it is wrong!
Dan: The level of homosexuality inside you is wrong.
Sikes: ...
Dan: ...
Sikes: Anyway, I'm being told that we have to cut backstage for a possible situation involving the Universal Champion!
As Steve Fella goes walking by a darkened hallway, a sinister voice calls out to him.
Hey Champ.
He turns and out strolls Nightcat. Steve just stares at him, trying to read what he's about to do.
Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you...yet.
Oh I'm not worried about that...I was just trying to figure out what kind of stain that is on your shirt.
What?
Nightcat looks down at this black t shirt for a moment before looking back up and meeting Steve's amused grin with one of his own.
Clever girl...listen...Champ. You ready to do the right thing tonight? You ready to sit back and stay out of my way?
I'm ready to go out there and call a clean match. No favors to anyone.
Well then...that's fine with me.
Jabbing a finger into Steve's chest he mutters...
Just stick to that game plan and everything will work out fine.
Fella slaps the hand away and scowls.
YOU should just focus on not breaking any rules out there. Like I said...no favors...no turning a blind eye.
Me? Break the...rules? Ha!
Nightcat goes on down the hall laughing way too much for something that wasn't even funny in the first place.
Sikes: That's just not right.
Dan: What isn't?
Sikes: Nightcat trying to intimidate Steve like that.
Dan: He wasn't trying to intimidate him...he was just checking to be sure Fella wasn't planning any funny business. Perfectly natural.
Sikes: Uh...did we just watch the same segment?
Dan: I don't know...did we?
Sikes: Dan, Nightcat was clearly trying to...
Dan: Oh hey! Here comes Val! Great!
Sikes: You're ridiculous.
Ecudor is lovely this time of year by Inkwell hits and Val Nedved heads out to the ring. He is sure looking confident for all to see while making his way down the ramp. He struts up the steps and into the ring while receiving a mostly positive reaction.
Dan: So do more people like this tool because he feuds with the J-Crew who they hate more?
Sikes: Maybe they like him because he's on fire!
Dan: No, only you like men because they're flaming.
Sikes: Dammit Dan!
King Crimson's fucked up song title hits and the Desert Asp crawls out now to a much more negative reaction from the crowd. Oddly enough he skips over the usual snake routine and beelines it to the ring. Val nods and signals to the referee before turning back to face the Asp.
The Asp hops onto the apron and then springboards from the ropes and flying forward at Nedved. Val steps out of the way but Asp rolls through and pops right back up. The bell rings to start the match and Val lunges with a clothesline attempt that misses. Asp ducks under it and then turns and kicks Val hard in the leg.
Val swings a backfist but Asp avoids it before snapping another leg kick that connects. Asp switches his stance several times while Nedved gets his hands up and cautiously comes forward. Asp feigns another leg kick before reaching out and cracking Val's jaw with a sharp jab. This stuns Nedved and allows Asp to attack with a deadly combination of blows that sends Nedved backing into the corner trying to defend himself.
Sikes: The Asp surprising Nedved here with his karate moves!
Dan: His "karate moves"?
Sikes: What?
Dan: It amazes me, the shit that comes out of your mouth.
Asp leaps up for a knee to the head but Nedved is able to catch it and then dive forward, spearing Asp to the mat. Nedved gets up and gives his head a shake while Asp grabs his back in pain. Nedved lines him up and as Asp gets up Nedved steps over to him and goes for a belly to belly suplex. Asp shocks him with a headbutt then squirms out of the hold. He slides under him and rolls Val up.
1...
2...
Kickout by Nedved!
The two men scramble to their feet but Asp is much faster. As Nedved stands, Asp leaps high and actually snaps off a nice superman punch that forces Nedved backwards a few feet. Asp races at him and nearly gets decapitated for it with a clothesline by Nedved but Asp ducks underneath. He bounces off the ropes and flips in the air before spinning and cracking Val in the face with a spinning elbow.
Nedved drops to the mat while Asp moves with lightning speed to the top rope. He measures the stunned Nedved when suddenly Bags makes his way out. Asp turns his attention to his partner and his eyes grow wide with anger.
He begins to shout at Bags to stay out of this but Bags just smiles and heads to ringside.
Dan: See, he's an idiot! Denying help!
Sikes: He wants to do this on his own, he doesn't need help!
Dan: Thus proving my point that he is the dumbest member of the J-Crew!
Sikes: Or the bravest!
Dan: No, dumbest.
Nedved looks up to see Asp arguing with Bags, still standing on the top rope so he makes his move. Nedved races over and runs up the turnbuckle with great agility. He catches the distracted Asp completely offguard and
hits an incredible, overhead belly to belly suplex from the top rope. Asp flies through the air and slams hard on the mat while Nedved drops as well.
Bags raises his hands to his head in shock but hardly looks sincere. Nedved rolls over and quickly crawls over to the downed Asp and makes a cover. Bags makes no effort to stop him.
1...
2...
3!!!
Winner Via pinfall and STILL ELW Champion, Val Nedved!!!
Sikes: I think Bags just cost his teammate the match!
Dan: What's going on here...?
The referee raises Val's arm in victory while Bags rolls into the ring and begins to yell at Asp to get up. Nedved slowly turns and looks at the two men arguing and grins. He marches over and spins Bags around while Asp sits on the mat still holding his back in pain. Bags shoves Val back and eats a mighty right hand for his troubles.
Asp scrambles to get up while Bags screams and begins to trade shots with Nedved. Already
caught offguard, Bags struggles until Nedved turns his attention to Asp and clotheslines him over the ropes and to the floor. Nedved turns back to Bags and is kicked in the stomach. Bags goes for a DDT but Nedved reverses and hoists Bags up then slams him down with a spinebuster.
Sikes: Looks like Nedved is getting some long-awaited revenge on the J-Crew!
Dan: I wouldn't be so sure...
Sikes: Huh?
From out of nowhere, Jack Fellow slides into the ring clutching the ELW title. As Nedved gets up and watches Bags slowly roll to the outside, he finally notices the immense booing hasn't stopped from the crowd. As he turns around, Fellow drills him in the face with the ELW title, taking him down in a heap. On the outside, Asp looks ready to hit Bags but then smiles and hugs him instead.
Asp then goes and grabs a steel
chair while Bags slowly rolls back into the ring. Asp waits by the front of the ring with the steel chair to prevent the officials from making it down. Fellow grins at Nedved who is on his hands and knees, dazed
from the shot with the belt. Fellow rears back and kicks him hard in the ribs, sending him doubling over. He motions to Bags while walking to the ropes and asking for a mic.
Sikes: Oh this is not good for our ELW champion!
Dan: This looks very bad for Nedved...
Bags mounts Nedved and begins to rain down fists while Val can barely cover up. Fellow holds the microphone and walks over to them. He begins to kick at Val to make it even harder to defend himself. Fellow laughs and backs away while Bags gets off of Nedved. Val struggles to pull himself
up but is in rough shape now.
Fellow grabs him by the hair and then cracks the microphone over his forehead, opening up a small cut above the eyebrow. Nedved drops back onto his side in pain while Fellow stands over him, testing to see if the mic still works.
Jack: Hi, Val.
Boy oh boy, how pissed off are you right now?
Lying in the ring with two guys you claim to be better than standing over you.
Wanting to pummel us but simply can't right now.
Ahh, very frustrating, isn't it?
Bags stomps on him some more for a moment before Fellow raises a hand.
Jack: Now, before you begin to plot your next essay of a script to berate us about how great you are because you still got the precious win tonight, let me spell something out for you, Val.
This was all part of the plan.
Bags and Asp arguing in the back, arguing out here, losing to a damn belly to belly suplex...
We made it all happen as we wanted it to.
Do you understand now?
It isn't about the wins, or your precious title or how many push-ups you can do while painting. It is about sending a message.
So, do I have your attention now?
Nedved sneers at him and apparently Fellow doesn't like it because he blasts Val in the head again with the microphone.
Jack: You're just a man, a mortal man, Val.
You can not stop the J-Crew because at any given moment we can take it all away from you.
Look how easy we got you here tonight...
If you still refuse to believe what I'm saying then I'll do it myself, one on one. At the Supershow Val, you and me. Put us in a cage or bring lumberjacks, whatever you want. The point is, I am going to face you for the ELW Championship at the Supershow and that is where I will take the
belt away for good. Along with your precious winning streak.
If you overcome, I will move on for good.
Nedved shakes his head yes, blood trickling down his face still. Fellow smiles
at the response and nods to Bags. Asp warns the officials to back off and swings the chair wildly outside the ring.
Jack: Thought you'd like that.
Now that you got the message I can leave...
But you know what, let's put an exclamation mark on this message...
Nedved is trying to get up as this last sentence is said and before he can react, Val is kicked in the balls by Bags for no reason. Nedved howls in pain before Fellow grabs hold of him and sets him up. Bags carefully lays out the ELW title and then Fellow nails Nedved with the Lost
& Found directly onto the belt!
Nedved slumps, the cut much wider on his head now while Fellow gets up and surveys the damage. He bursts out laughing while Bags shakes his head with a smirk of his own. Fellow and Bags leave the ring, Asp following them now through the crowd while officials race to check on Nedved.
Sikes: That was sick...
Dan: Talk about sending a message!
Sikes: They went too far this time!
Dan: This feud has certainly spiraled out of control, and now a big match as the climax at the Supershow!
Sikes: If Nedved can even make it there, he looks in very bad shape here...
Dan: That's a lot of blood, we should probably cut to commercial...
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--Static----Fade In--The camera cuts in as Will Sabre is leaving the arena. he's dressed in his signature hat, glasses his bag slung over his shoulder. As he starts to get into the front seat of his rental car in the parking lot a couple of young fans walk by. They instantly recognize the ELITE star and shout and wave at him. One of the men yell out: "Jones is number one!"Sabre shakes his head before yelling back.
Joshua Jones is a pussy...and Profit's head is going to look nice stuffed and mounted over my fireplace!The fans keep walking as Sabre tosses his bag into the front passenger seat.He sneers as he gets into the car and starts the engine. He drives off quickly squealing tires a trail of smoke in his wake.--Fade Out----End-- -
Yo, Fella.
Steve Fella gets caught again, just trying to walk down the hall. Lance Steadfast comes
strolling up from behind, playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Steve throws his hands up and grins...
Heh...here we go again. Well hello, Lance...how are you today?
Cut the bull shit. You gonna fuck me over tonight?
Pardon?
I SAID...you gonna fuck me over?
Look...I'll tell you the same thing I told Nightcat earlier tonight. No favors...no special treatment...I'm calling this right down the middle.
And may the best man win.
Hmph...we both know who that is already. But somehow...I don't think that's gonna be the case tonight. Somehow...I think you got some ol' white boys club thing goin' on. Am I wrong?
Dead wrong, cuz.
Heh...yeah...figured you'd say that. I hope for your sake...that I am. Cause if I see any funny calls from you tonight...it's gonna be your ass on the line.
Great...wouldn't have it any other way. Good luck tonight.
Fuck you.
Lance flicks the toothpick and Fella and it bounces off his Universal title...Steve looks down at the discarded pick and scowls.
I'm still calling this down the middle...but I've got a warning for you.
Don't you disrespect me or this title again...or you'll be the next one I set my sights on.
Yeah...that's what I'm planning on.
Back at ringside...
Sikes: The Universal Champion just can't get a break tonight can he?
Dan: Uh, no...he's the Champ. Comes with the territory.
Sikes: Still though...why can those guys just trust him to do his job? Steve's a honest stand up guy.
Dan: He is?
Sikes: Yeah, of course he is.
Dan: Oh...news to me.
Sikes: Dan!
"Lullaby"
by a Perfect Circle begins to blast throughout the arena as the lights in the room flicker red. Will Sabre emerges from behind the curtain dressed in his signature black leather cowboy hat, sunglasses, and black
T-shirt. He stops at the top of the ramp to soak up the reaction from the crowd before smirking and heading down toward the ring. He climbs the steps, wipes off his boots on the apron and then steps inside the
ropes. He makes his way to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle raising his taped fists into the air and smiling as the crowd errupts. He motions toward the crowd and then to his chest before turning his attention to the ring, preparing to take care of business.
Then, The Pride hits, causing a mixed reaction. Some people still cheer for Josh, but the majority has turned against him. Joshua Jones steps through the curtains, still in is street clothes, his best smug grin spread across his face. It's not very good, but he tries. After a few steps, Joshua stops. The other members of J-Crew stride confidently
onto the ramp. He glances back at them, and with a nod pulls out a mic and shouts.
Cut the music! I said cut it!
Here's the deal Sabre...I know you deserve for me to come out there and have a great match with you. But there's two problems with that. For one...I've got this cold that I just can't shake. And let me tell you, it's really nasty. So yeah...you don't want to catch this.
In the ring Sabre throws up his hands in aggrevation while the crowd starts booing again...sensing that they're about to get cheated.
Jones gives a fake sympathetic smile and continues...
Now I don't want you to think that I would really let a cold...a REALLY nasty cold, but still a cold...keep me from competing. There's
something else.
I've spoken to my lawyers and they've advised me that it would be unwise to compete against a psychopathic pyromaniac like yourself, Will Sabre. Until such time that ELITE can guarantee my safety from flame based attacks from you...I will be unable to compete against you. Sorry.
Joshua shrugs sheepishly, and the rest of J Crew shrugs again in unison as well. Sabre spits and slams a fist down on the turnbuckle, cussing up a storm. As the boos rain down on Jones, suddenly "The Takeover" by Jay Z hits and out from the back storms Profit! He shoves his way right through J Crew, roughly shouldering by Jones so hard he nearly knocks him over.
Sikes: Profit! Profit is here!
Dan: Oh, this should actually be good. Hope there's more fire.
J Crew look at each other trying to decide what to do now. The crowd starts up alternating Profit/Sabre chants, excited to see these two destructive beasts tear each other apart. Sabre steps out to the center of the ring, motioning for Profit to bring it. Profit rolls in,
hops up and tackles Sabre into the ropes...he stays on his feet though fighting Profit off with elbows to the back. They circle and start trading blows as security and officials swarm the ring. Neither man
really gets the upper hand before they get pulled apart. Sabre frees himself for a moment and cracks Profit across the jaw. Enraged Profit shrugs off the half a dozen guys trying to hold him back and unleashes God's Right Hand...but a ref moves in the way at the last second and takes the shot. Sabre, eyes wide sees the limp body fall before him and smiles as they manage to pull the two apart again.
Sabre keeps that oddly psychotic grin on his face while Profit is in full on angry pit bull mode, barking and snarling threats at his foe.
Dan: What the heck? Just because something great was about to happen those security tools get out here instantly.
Sikes: This was not the scheduled match and would have just been an unsanctioned brawl.
Dan: So? Those are the best kind.
Sikes: I see your point. Let them fight! Let them fight!
Dan: Too late now.
Sikes: Why?
Dan: Time for another commercial!
Sikes: That's my line.
Backstage we find the Universal Champion, Steve Fella in his referee shirt, chatting with a couple of road agents and all smiles.
Suddenly a booming Southern drawl explodes into the scene...
Well HOWDY there, Stevie Suicide! How's the wife and the little shits?
Steve turns and gets slapped on the back hard as he stands face to face with Mad Monkey. Monkey has his mouth wide open, million dollar diamond studded toothy grin on full display. He sticks out a hand which Steve looks at while adjusting hit Universal title on his shoulder. With a small smile he shakes the Mad One's hand the two veterans holding the
shake.
Well hello, Monkey. Wife and my KIDS...are just fine thank you. Hows the exes?
Bitches be bleedin' me dry, ya know? Bleedin' me dry.
Heh. You ready for this?
Hell...I was by gum BORN ready for this here. I appreciate yer concern though.
They're still gripping each others hand, tightly by the tensed muscles on their arms and the tight lipped smiles they now speak through.
I
did wanna come up and personally thank you. A few months back, when ya done called me warshed up, two bit, jizz filled jimmy hat of a wrestler...in so many words. See what ya did is ya inspired me to
correct that misinformation that seemed to be floating 'round the dadgum ether. You lit a fire under my ass that needed to be lit...when it needed to ...be lit that is.
Well...truth hurts sometimes, Monkey...but if you can't depend on your friends to give it to you then who can you depend on?
NO-body.
Monkey shifts his gaze from Steve to the title over his shoulder. Fella
follows his gaze and smiles a toothy grin. Note...they're still squeezing the shit out of each others hands.
Nice isn't it?
Yessirree bobalouie...helluva pretty title. Can't wait for the...uh...opportunity...to take it from you.
Well you have to get through Lance and Pussycat tonight first now, won't you?
Monkey licks his gold teeth and smacks his lips.
Yeah...no worries. I can hold it down. Long as we don't have no worries 'bout some ...uh... unprofessional officiating.
Steve's grin sours some but before he can respond Monkey spits...
BUT...that's why we gots you playing zebra tonight, don't we, Stevie. You look good in stripes...its slimming.
Heh...maybe you should work some stripes into your wardrobe then, Monkey.
Monkey slaps his belly with his free hand and chuckles.
I'm workin' it off as I go. Didn't appear overnight...ain't gonna disappear that way neither. Well I gotta go take a growler before the
main event if you gents will excuse me.
Growler?
Heh...a shit the size of a 2 year old.
Steve chuckles and shakes his head, the road agents cracking up behind him as well. Monkey and Steve lock eyes and give a last squeeze to each others hand before nodding and releasing the grip. Both men satisfied that neither one gave in to the little contest.
Hope everything comes out okay, Monkey.
Thanks! I'll send you a picture of it.
Steve calls after him...
Please don't!
Steve turns back to his conversation shaking some blood back into his hand...we see Monkey in the distance shaking his own hand on down the
hall.
Sikes: Well that was intense.
Dan: It was?
Sikes: Yeah, didn't you notice? Subtle but very intense moment between two respected veterans and longtime rivals.
Dan: I don't do subtle.
Sikes: I've noticed.
Skullflower by 'Sounds of Animals Fighting' hit and Lance Steadfast steps out onto the stage as the crowd explodes.
Sikes: I think Lance is the clear crowd favorite in this one.
Dan: You sure? Nightcat has a lot of fans you know.
Sikes: What? No one likes him.
Dan: I do.
Sikes: Well...you're just wrong.
Dan: Actually I'm NEVER wrong, but you're never right so it's all good.
Lance walks down the ramp, looking like death in chocolate form and focused as a laser. He climbs the steps into the ring and bounces off the ropes
warming up.
The Animal
hits. Boos fill the arena as Nightcat struts out, a gaudy lion skin cape draped over his broad shoulders. He stops, flashing his toothy grin to the fans. He raises his arms slowly,
pumping them a bit, waving his hands around in the way guys do to get the crowd to cheer. Of course, the fans are already booing, but they oblige by getting louder.
Dan: See...everyone loves Nightcat. Look how he plays to the crowd.
Sikes: Right.Grinning even wider, he starts walking again, heading for the ring...the crowds jeers only making him grin even wider.
As Nightcat walks up the steps Lance charges and leaps delivering a
picture perfect dropkick which knocks Nightcat off the apron. Crashing into the barricade, Nightcat snarls, baring a toothy grin. Lance slingshots over the top rope but Nightcat slips to the side letting Steadfast crash and burn.Sikes: This is madness, Monkey isn't out here yet...let alone the official!
Dan: Shouldn't the ref be in the ring before any of the competitors?
Sikes: Well, when the ref is the Universal Champion, and the match is for the number one contendership...
Dan: Something tells me someone didn't think this out too clearly.
“The Good, The Bad & The Ugly” hits and Mad Monkey comes sprinting out from the back! Nightcat whips Lance into the steps and bounces his head off the unforgiving steel repeatedly. Monkey rips his cowboy hat off his head and leaps, leveling Nightcat with a flying shoulder tackle!
Landing on his feet, Monkey pressed a knee into Nightcat's chest, grabs him by the hair and pummels him with repeated lefts. Lance shakes loose the cobwebs and flips over Monkey, dropping him with a bulldog on top of Nightcat!
“Tripping Billies” hits signaling the arrival of the Universal Champion, The Icon...Steve Fella! The crowd goes wild as he struts out onto the stage, the Universal Title slung over his referee shirt with that toothy grin on his face.
Nightcat shoves Monkey of off him and charges at Lance, who drops him with a drop toe hold. Monkey dusts himself off and rolls into the ring. Lance grabs Nightcat with an inverted headlock and drags him up only to plant him with an inverted DDT on the outside!
Fella takes his time getting down to the ring, chatting with the fans and glad handing all the way down the ramp. Lance drops an leg across Nightcat's neck but then looks up to see a
grinning Monkey leaning over the top rope and motioning for him to c'mon in. Lance looks from Nightcat to Monkey, taunting him from the ring before stepping over Nightcat and rolling inside. Steadfast climbs to
his feet only to eat a rising knee! A few stiff elbows to the face keep Lance softened up before Monkey whips him to the ropes...clothesline drives Lance to the mat! He bounces right back up and eats another one.
Lance is up again in a flash only to suffer an arm drag...Monkey rolls through to a cross armbar, but Steadfast wiggles free before he can lock it in. Lance rolls back to his feet only to get yanked off of them
again by Nightcat, who drags him outside the ring.Nightcat whips him into the barricade and then carelessly tosses him with a belly to belly suplex onto the ring steps!
Fella has finally made it to the ring and seems amused by all the action taking place without the ring bell even having rang yet. He hands off the Universal title to the time keeper
and looks up to see Monkey holding the ropes open for him. Shaking his head, Fella climbs the steps and steps through the ropes. Monkey grins wide and holds out his hand to shake again...Fella shakes his head and just slaps it away. Mad Monkey shrugs and runs across the ring as Nightcat steps over the top rope...spear to the outside! Both men fall in a heap and Fella signals for the bell.Sikes: Wait, no ones even in the ring...how can he start the match?
Dan: Uh...he's the Universal Champion. He can do whatever he wants.
Just to prove that fact, Steve starts a ten count. Holding his back, Lance drags himself up on the apron and rolls in the ring, breaking up the count after just 3. Nightcat is the next one up, he rolls in the ring and boots Lance in the back of the head. Full nelson slam on Steadfast!
Cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Nightcat is on his feet in a flash, standing face to face with Fella and expressing his discontent with the count very clear. Fella grins and shoves him back into a rollup from
Lance!1...
2...
Kickout!
Nightcat shoves Lance off him violently...Steadfast rolls with it up to his feet and off the ropes...Enzugiri! Steadfast hops to up to nearest turnbuckle...Dark Decadence!
But Nightcat rolls to safety...Lance lands on his feet of course. Monkey is finally up and up on the far turnbuckle...he leaps off at Lance but he turns just in time to catch and plant him with a powerbombCover...
1...
2...
Nightcat breaks it up...Lance with a right to Nightcat's teeth. Nightcat jars him with a European uppercut...Monkey clips Nightcat's knee. Lance with a roundhouse to Monkey but he evades it...dragon screw down to the mat. He tries to lock him up in a Texas Cloverleaf but Nightcat stomps his face in. Kubinage to Mad Monkey!!
Cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!
Nightcat roars at no one in particular...Lance charges but gets a knee in the gut. Double underhook drives Lance's face into Nightcat's knee a few times before he lifts him up for the King of Beasts but Monkey plows into him, driving a shoulder into his kidney! Lance lands very awkwardly and Monkey takes advantage, dragging Steadfast to the center of the ring...
Cover...
1...
2...
Nightcat breaks it up. Grabbing Monkey by the head, Nightcat runs him into the nearest turnbuckle and bounces his head off it over and over again. After a little bit, Fella yawns
and taps him on the shoulder shaking his head. Nightcat shoves him back a step...Fella grins and starts counting quickly...1.2.3.4...Nightcat whips Monkey into Fella!Nightcat
takes a step forward to prey on Monkey and Fella now tangled on the mat when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Lance comes flying at him with SSBNA! Nightcat manages to pull back a little but Lance still connects solidly. Nightcat slumps over the top turnbuckle dazed and Lance stands tall for a moment, glaring at Nightcat as the crowd cheers.He turns to find Fella appearing to help Monkey up and looks offended as well as a bit confused. Lance drags Nightcat off the turnbuckle, flopping him onto the mat and makes the cover...Fella is a little slow to get over there...
1...
2...
Monkey breaks it up with a running boot to Lance! Yanking Steadfast to his feet, Monkey with a snap suplex...Lance is up quick but still a half a step off...Monkey with a boot to the gut. He lifts him up into a fireman's carry...Aneurysm!
Cover...
1...
Nightcat sits up...
2...
He throws himself forward to try and break up the count...
3!
Nightcat crashes into Fella a split second too late.
Your winner and the new NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP...MAD MONKEY!
The
Fella, toothy grin on full display stands tall over Monkey and the timekeeper hands him the
Good, The Bad & The Ugly hits, and Nightcat grabs Fella by the shirt, screaming at him...Monkey shoves him back and with a nod Fella and Monkey double clothesline Nightcat right out of the ring! The crowd goes wild. Fella turns and claps for Monkey before hold up his hand in victory. Monkey holds his head, trying to blink away the cobwebs from the match when suddenly...The Redemption!
Universal Title to hold high, the crowd electric with cheers, as the show fades to black. -
Sorry for the short results everyone but as we all know we're experiencing a few issues the past few weeks. We're getting back on track now though so thank you for your patience. We should have the next card posted sometime tomorrow.
Credits:
Val segment - Val Nedved
ELW match/J Crew seg - Marf
The rest - monk
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Big props to Monk for stepping up and getting this show out there!
Well put together man.
Good work to everyone that participated!
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Good job, Marf and Monk. Thanks for getting the show up... it needed to be posted at this point. Solid show, all things considered.
Congrats to Monk on the win in the main event!
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Nice read, glad we can get back on track and move on to bigger and better things.
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Good to see that we're back afloat. I didn't want to see a broken ankle kill this place.
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Man, marf and monk, those two just got demselves on my fave five, man.Thanks for getting the show up...it turned out GREAT!
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