I
Crossfire: November 17, 2008
The camera fades to the back where Anthony Rigby stands against the wall in the parking lot. He's got his hands in his pocket, and smiles as the Exit door opens, revealing Daniel James walking through it, carrying the same briefcase he was carrying earlier. Rigby stands up, turning toward James, his smile obvious on his face.
"Did you come to a decision, Daniel?"
"I have, Mr. Rigby," Daniel says, pulling out a folder from his case. "You wanted me to come up with a plan that will either fall in line with your thinking or stop being a problem for you, well, I believe this will solve everything."
"I'm glad you can listen to reason," Rigby says, taking the folder and opening it up.
"Yes, as of an hour ago, I withdrew my financial support of Ricochet Pro Wrestling."
"What?" Rigby asks, obviously not considering this as a potential option.
"If my people have done their calculations correctly, Ricochet Pro Wrestling will be broke by the end of the year," James says, a smile coming to his face. "Have a nice life, Rigby."
The cameras slowly begin to fade, as Rigby stares at James, as James walks away, without looking back, toward his vehicle.
London Burning: December 31, 2008
The introduction fades to an empty ring, as not even Mark Foster is standing in it. A lone mic lays in the center, as the sold-out King George's Hall, remain on their feet, in loud anticipation for tonight's action, however, their cheers are suddenly drowned out as "South Texas Deathride" by The Union Underground plays.
"This is how we start what is to be Ricochet's last show?" John "Mimic" Haines asks, obviously disappointed at what the music means.
"Hector Rodriguez said he would be here tonight, and he is proving to be a man of his word. I don't know the man, I wasn't around when he was around, so if he wants to keep Ricochet going, I'm all for it," Joey Summers says, as Rodriguez is greeted with an arena full of boos. Rodriguez slowly begins to make his way down the ramp to the ring.
"Joey, you weren't around, but let me tell you this, I'd take James back running things, over Rodriguez running things," Buzz says, shaking his head, seeing Rodriguez walking up the ring steps, before stepping between the ropes, and entering the ring. "Rodriguez in charge of Ricochet was a stain on our history."
"Hector was no good, that's for sure," John says, "but if it meant Ricochet staying open, I don't know if I would say no, because I'm not ready to see Ricochet go, because one day, I'll be returning to the ring, and I hope that my return is right here in Ricochet."
"Well, we're about to find out, one way or another," Joey says, as Rodriguez bends down, picking up the mic, before standing straight again. He looks around the arena, waiting for the boos to die down some, so he can be heard, a small smirk on his face.
"David Dunn lied to you," Hector says, allowing his comment to sink in to the crowd, confusing many of them. "He is not your Messiah. He is not Ricochet's Savior. I AM."
The crowd boos as Hector says these words, forcing him once again to wait for the noise level to drop.
"I am Ricochet's last hope. Anthony Rigby and Melanie Cohen's options were depleted, and they literally called in every favor...knocked on every door...and looked under every rock, and still they came up empty. And after every possibility failed them...they called me, the man they both helped boot out of Ricochet two years ago in favor of the man that left them high and dry. They call me begging, with their tails between their legs, giving me the opportunity of a lifetime....to once again run Ricochet Wrestling...doing whatever I shall please with it."
The crowd's noise level begins to raise again, with continuous boos, but Rodriguez seems to care little for it this time, and continues with no interruption.
"Or say no, and sit back and watch it shut down like the garbage it is."
"That is uncalled for," John says, obviously angry at the insult to Ricochet. "If he's not going to save Ricochet, he needs to shut the hell up and get out of the ring, and Buzz, how can you just sit there and not say anything? The last time he said something like that, you jumped into the ring and knocked the shit out of him."
"I don't need you telling me what to do Mimic," Buzz says, getting defensive. "I know good and well what I did the last time he was this close to me."
"So now, you all want to know what my decision is, and regardless of my choice, you're damned if I do, damned if I don't," Hector says, a wry smile on his face, as he leans back into the corner, looking first out at the crowd, and then down to the announce table, specifically at Buzz Stone, the smile widening, seeing the disgust on Buzz's face. "Over the last few weeks, I've had a lot of thinking to do. A delicate balance, if you will, because I would like nothing better than to see this place rot like it so richly deserves."
The crowd does more than boo now, they yell profanity at Rodriguez, which draws a wider smile from him, seeming not to care about it at all.
"However, even without my support, there was always the possibility that Ricochet will limp on, so I made the only decision I could make...and agreed to purchase Ricochet."
The crowd pauses for a moment, shocked by the news, and at this point, don't know whether to be hateful or cheer at the news.
"Yes, the contract has been signed on the dotted line, and the check is in the mail, so to speak. I purchased Ricochet, so I can put you out of your misery, because as of this moment....I'm closing it."
The crowd's silence erupts in anger at his words.
"That's right, the show that you paid your money for, gone. Forget Cain versus Romano, because you'll never see it. As of this moment, Ricochet is gone!"
Trash begins to be thrown in the ring, as Rodriguez ducks out of it's way, as he seems extremely pleased by the reaction.
"Rigby and Cohen screwed up, because their desperation is what destroyed Ricochet, and it wasn't leaving the NeWA...or the closing of the WeWA....or Daniel James leaving that did it. It was me....Hector Rodriguez...I am the destroyer of Ricochet Wrestling...and now as owner....I demand that the lights to this arena get shut off, and security remove each and every one of these piece of shit fans from this arena immediately."
"That son of a bitch," John yells from the announce table, as Rodriguez continues to stare, smiling at Buzz.
"I said turn the damn lights off before I withhold your final paycheck for breach of contract!"
That seems to have convinced whoever is working the lights, as the arena goes dark.
"This is how Ricochet ends....not in a blaze of glory....but in pitch blackness. The void from where it came from. Goodbye!"
"I can't believe what we're witnessing here," Joey says, as he sits in total darkness.
"Are we even still on the air?" John asks, bitterness in his voice.
"Turn the lights back on."
"Who said that?" Joey asks.
"I said turn the damn lights back on?"
"Don't you dare. Don't listen to whoever that is!"
This last voice is definitely Hector Rodriguez's, who has a hint of panic in his voice, however, despite what he says, the lights return, filling the arena with brightness.
"What the hell? What is he doing in the ring?" John asks, staring up at the ring, while at the same time, Hector, his eyes adjusting to the light, seeing the same person, just as the crowd does, and begins to cheer, as they see Buzz Stone, now standing in the ring, with a mic of his own, and staring straight at Rodriguez.
"Get out of my ring, Stone!" Hector yells, not happy to see Buzz standing there.
"Your ring?" Buzz asks. "Your ring. The way I heard it is that the check is in the mail, which mean it ain't your ring...yet!"
The crowd cheers, but Hector shakes his head.
"A meer formality, Stone. Ricochet is over. Your precious career that began right here in King George's Hall is over. There is nothing you can do about it."
Buzz looks down, holding the mic down to his side, not meeting Hector's gaze. Hector smiles, knowing he has won, but then the smile disappears as Buzz's head raises.
"I beg to differ, Mr. Rodriguez," Buzz says confidently, a smile now on his face, as he looks straight into Hector's eyes. "You see, the funny thing about contracts, especially the one you signed purchasing Ricochet, is that it's non-biding until the funds have been transferred."
"What?" Hector says, taken aback by the comment.
"Anybody could just come in behind you, transfer some funds from one bank account to another, and become Tony and Mel's new business partners, giving Ricochet enough funds for at least another year of competition," Buzz says, his smile widening, as Hector begins to realize what's going on, as does the crowd. "Someone...like me."
The crowd pops loudly as Hector's face drops, his jaw slightly open, unbelieving.
"Did I hear that right, John?" Joey asks, dumbfounded.
"I don't have a clue what's going on anymore," John says, shaking his head, a smile on it.
"No...no...no! We had a contract..." Hector says, rambling. "You can't have...you don't have the funds...you don't--"
He is cut off, as Buzz raises his hand. "Now, Hector...get out of MY ring!"
Hector stares, and begins to say something, but Buzz shakes his head.
"You know, on second though, let me help you!"
Suddenly, and without notice, Buzz nails Rodriguez with a hard right hand, still holding on to the mic for extra effect. Rodriguez falls backwards, protecting his head, dropping the mic, and trying to get out of the ring quickly, but before he can, Buzz connects with his foot square to Hector's head, sending him rolling out of the ring, crashing to the floor holding his head. The crowd is going crazy, as Buzz stands in the ring, alone. He looks around the crowd, and then nods to his announce partners, a smile on his face, before turning back, watching Hector scrambling up the ramp.
"Tonight ends 2008, but tonight does not end Ricochet Pro Wrestling, now someone clean up this ring, and let's see some wrestling!" Buzz yells out, tossing the mic down to Mark Foster, once again sending a nod toward Joey Summers and John Haines, before climbing out of the ring, and heading up the ramp, slapping the hands of several fans, as several members of the ring crew, rush down to the ring with trash bags.
"I don't believe it....Buzz Stone...the only man who has been a part of Ricochet Wrestling since it's very first show, is now one of its owners!" Joey says excitingly.
"Honestly, this maybe the greatest moment in Ricochet history...a man who bleeds Ricochet, and has since day one, is now one of them ensuring it's survival," John says, equally excited.
Crossfire: April 6, 2009
Stone: Ricochet is successful, that is true, but in today's economy, nothing is safe, and Ricochet is the same. So due to the economy, Ricochet is going to have to make a few cutbacks here and there, so if you liked Ricochet for all the bells and whistles, you might have a slight problem over the next few months, however, if you liked Ricochet for some of the best wrestling Ricochet has to offer, then you will be quite happy, because expect bigger and better matches.
The crowd pops in support of Stone's decision.
Stone: Unfortunately, most of them will not happen here at King George's Hall.
This one sentence causes the crowd to go silent immediately, mainly in shock.
Stone: We need to make some cutbacks, and the management here will not bend, so that means we will not be able to bring Crossfire back week after week, and for that I am truely sorry.
The crowd does the only thing they can think of. They begin to boo. Not necessarily Buzz, but just the situation.
Crossfire: April 6, 2009
Buzz Stone is in the office. The arena is dark, and he is one of the few people still there. He is busy working on some kind of paperwork when the familiar tune of John Williams's Superman Theme begins to play. Stone tilts his head, before picking up his cell phone.
"Hello," Stone answers, almost annoyed at being interrupted from his work.
"You lie very well, Mr. Stone," a voice on the other end says, and instantly Buzz stiffens in his seat. "If I didn't know better, I would honestly believe that Ricochet's financial problems were just another victim of today's economy."
"No matter what you try, Ricochet is a survivor," Buzz says, standing up, walking over to his open door, looking out of it, to make sure the hall is empty, before closing the door and walking back to his seat.
"Mr. Stone, I believe it would be obvious by now," the voice says. "If I wanted Ricochet dead, I would never have loaned you the money to purchase it in the first place. This is merely punishment for your accusation against me. While I find the thought of Dunn laying in a hospital room...humorous...I wouldn't lower myself to messing with someone's breaks to make it happen. I'm much more creative than that."
"Look, you want to punish me, fine," Buzz says. "But don't make Ricochet suffer. Free up the funding so we can continue as normal."
"Mr. Stone, Ricochet has had it good for too long," the voice says. "It's time to see how successful it will be if you're forced to go back to basics, without, as you said it, the bells and whistles. Maybe after this, you will learn who truely is the person in charge, and who's merely the puppet. I'll be in touch, Mr. Stone."
The phone in Buzz's hand goes dead, but he keeps it to his ear for another moment, before closing it, laying it on his desk, before putting his head in his hands, distraught.
Crossfire: June 24, 2009
[Buzz turns into his office and stops as he sees someone sitting behind his desk]
Man: This is a very comfortable seat, Mr. Stone.
Buzz: Ummm...thanks...Mr. Dubose, isn't it?
Dubose: Yes, yes it is.
Buzz: Look, Mr. Dubose, I know you wanted to talk, but I just don't have the time. Why don't you make an appointment and we'll grab lunch sometime this week?
Dubose: That doesn't work for me, Mr. Stone.
Buzz: Alright, another time perhaps.
Dubose: You don't seem to understand me, Mr. Stone. I believe we will talk right now.
Buzz: Sorry, Mr. Dubose, but I really don't have the-
Dubose: Let me make this short and sweet for you, Mr. Stone. If you want your World Champion to appear on another Ricochet show, you will listen to me.
[Buzz stops cold, as Dubose pulls out a piece of paper, handing it to Buzz]
Buzz: What's this?
Dubose: Let's you and I have a little chat, Mr. Stone.
Crossfire: July 8, 2009
[The owner of Ricochet Pro Wrestling, Buzz Stone, stands at his desk. His hands are down on the top of the desk and he's looking at a man that, despite only meeting him one other time, he has grown to despise. A man by the name of David Dubose.]
Dubose: I suppose you have had your lawyers look the contract over.
Stone: Yes.
Dubose: And by now have found that it is binding, correct?
Stone: Yes.
Dubose: Then there's nothing to discuss. I will be handling all of Johnny Royal's bookings from here on out. You will not dictate who or when he defends the title. He will not dictate that decision either. Do we have an understanding?
Stone: Yes.
Dubose: Good. I was expecting a little more fight out of you, but I guess you know there's little point in that. And Mr. Stone, you have nothing to worry about. I am not here to destroy Royal's career. I am here to simply protect it. Simply put, his success, along with the success of this federation, means more money in my pocket. So congratulations, Mr. Stone. I'm your new best friend. Have a good evening.
[Dubose steps out of the office, a smile on his face, leaving Buzz standing there, his eyes staring at Dubose as he leaves and then at the empty doorway for several moments.]
Stone: FUCK!
[with that, Buzz shoves all of the stuff of his desk, sending it crashing to the floor]
Crossfire: July 22, 2009
[the show opens in the back. Buzz Stone is pacing back and forth in his office. He is on his cellphone, a serious look on his face]
Buzz: Look, I don't need this shit from you too. Our deal is still in tact. Dubose has nothing to do with it.
Voice: I would disagree with you, Mr. Stone. It appears as if you have several things on your plate and I want to make sure you stay focus. I don't want anything to hamper our present arrangement, especially from someone the likes of Mr. Dubose.
Buzz: I'll take care of Dubose.
Voice: How?
Buzz: I have Bedford looking at some stuff, loopholes, things of that nature.
Voice: I don't trust Bedford.
Buzz: He's a good man. He may not have started with Ricochet, but he has our best interest in mind. He certainly doesn't want someone like Dubose to have his mits into Ricochet.
Voice: As I said, I don't trust him. He is a man that is more interested in a good story than anything else, and doesn't matter who he hurts in the process.
Buzz: I'll vouch for him.
Voice: I'm not looking for you to vouch for him. Bedford is not my problem. Dubose is. If he has his mits into Royal, what's next? Things are already unraveling.
Buzz: I will take care of things.
Voice: We shall see, Mr. Stone. We shall see.
*CLICK*
[Buzz closes his eyes and then closes his cell phone, dropping it onto his desk. He then places his hands on his desk, keeping his eyes closed, when he hears footsteps into his office. He opens his eyes and looks up seeing Antonino Romano standing there]
Buzz: What do you want?
Antonino: I wanted to make sure there was no animosity between us. I wanted to make sure that you knew that my deal with Dubose was just business.
Buzz: Antonino, you are the last person I want to be talking to at the moment.
Antonino: I would think that a man such as yourself would be able to not and try to make this personal.
Buzz: Antonino, let me tell you something. Ricochet isn't just a business for me. It is personal. You want to make a deal with Dubose. Fine. I could give a shit. You want to bypass and make an enemy out of everyone in that lockerroom because rather than earning a title shot, you go out and buy one. Fine.
Antonino: The people in the back are just upset that they did not think of it.
Buzz: You maybe right, but the reason they didn't think about it is because it's not right. It's not how things are done.
Antonino: Then maybe it's time to do things differently, because right now, I don't see how doing things the way they should be done is helping Ricochet out one bit. What you are doing is bad for business.
Buzz: Maybe you're right. Maybe tradition doesn't work for Ricochet anymore. But I'm going to tell you this, Antonino.
Antonino: What's that?
Buzz: You're smart enough to know that Dubose isn't going to be here forever. One day Royal is going to find a loophole or come up with another way to get out of this contract, and you're going to realize you backed the wrong horse. Yeah, you bought your title shot and there's not a damn thing I can do about it, but know this, Romano. You better hope...no...you better pray that you win it, because after Collision, I'm not going to look your way for a title shot again for a very long time.
Antonino: So that's how you want to handle business, Stone?
Buzz: Like you said, maybe it's time to do things differently. Now get the fuck out of my office. Capiche!
Crossfire: July 22, 2009
[the Tap 'N' Tin is empty. The fans are long gone, and the last wrestler has left for the evening, packed and ready to go home for a long rest. Even the cleaning crew has finished their jobs and vacated. The only person left is Buzz Stone, still doing paperwork. He does not have his usual smile on his face. He is not in a good mood. He hasn't been in one for a very long time. He signs his name on a piece of paper, and then turns toward his computer. After several moments, even more frustration, even anger flashes across his face]
Buzz: Son of a bitch!
[Buzz throws the mouse as his computer is obviously locked up. The mouse hits the opposite wall, but luckily does not break. Suddenly, a figure steps into the room, being hidden by shadows]
Voice: Temper, temper.
[Buzz looks up, and his skin flushes red with anger and fear]
Buzz: What the hell are you doing here?
Voice: I thought it was time for me to remind you about our business arrangement, Mr. Stone.
[the figure steps into the light, showing the face of Daniel James, before he shuts the door behind him]
Crossfire: August 5, 2009
[The show begins in the back, where a camera is following World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Royal. He is not dressed for his match later in the night, but instead is dressed as if he just arrived. Still in his street clothes, he turns the corner, and heads toward the door marked with a simple name written on it: Stone. Royal knocks on it and a voice comes from within the closed door]
Voice: What?
[the voice is not a happy one, but Royal slowly opens the door, stepping into the office of Buzz Stone. Stone is unshaven, a look not seen on him before, and when he looks up to see Royal standing in his door, a smile does not come to his face]
Stone: What do you want?
[the tone is blunt and to the point. Royal is slightly taken aback by the tone, but pushes forward anyway]
Royal: Buzz, I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry for putting Ricochet into this thing with Dubose.
Stone: You're sorry?
Royal: Yeah.
Stone: Well, I guess everything is all ok then.
Royal: Huh?
Stone: Yeah. You come in here and apologize, and that makes being completely screwed in the ass A OK.
Royal: Look, Buzz, I'm working on it, just give me a little time.
Stone: Johnny, you've got all the time you can. Afterall, I don't have any say so in it. It's not like I can do anything about it. Might as well take your time.
Royal: Hey, I'm doing the best I can. This came as a surprise for me, as well.
Stone: Don't give me that shit. You're young, but you're not stupid. This was a problem you knew somewhere down the road that it might come back and bite you in the ass. Well, it did. The only problem is, the problem just isn't biting you. It's biting all of us, and when we last need it, it piles a whole bunch of more shit on our plates. So, Johnny, you can stick your apologies up your ass.
[Royal is stunned. He's always had a cordial relationship with Buzz, but Buzz is genuilly pissed at Royal. Royal is not sure how to react. He takes a step back, stepping out of the office]
Royal: I'm going to fix this, Buzz.
[Buzz stands up, and walks over]
Stone: Then do it.
[Buzz slams the door shut on Royal, leaving him standing there staring at the closed door]
Crossfire: August 5, 2009
Slick: Daniel James...the former owner of Ricochet Pro Wrestling...the man who tried to ruin Ricochet...he is standing on the top of the ramp...and the crowd is letting him know exactly how they feel.
Joey: My mind has been blown....what the hell is he doing here...he has a mic in his hand...
Daniel James: For those that have forgotten...my name is Daniel James...
Slick: Wait a minute...what the hell...it's Buzz Stone...he's out on the ramp....he's yelling at James...
Daniel: Mr. Stone, it is time for this charade to be over. The fans...your fellow partners...it is time for them to know exactly how you afforded Ricochet Pro Wrestling...it's very simple...I gave him the money.
[the crowd is silenced...Buzz's face drops...his mouth slighly open. He takes a step back, as if he was just hit in the stomach.]
Daniel: Anthony Rigby and Melanie Cohen looked everywhere for someone to support Ricochet the way I did. In order to keep it from going under after I made the business decision to pull my money. But then I found out that Hector Rodriguez was the one planning to purchase it...only for it to be destroyed at his hands. But then Buzz came to me...the devil he knew...as a way to save his precious Ricochet...his proposal was sound...and I agreed...but it came at a price...he agreed a return on my investment plus interest....a promise he has not kept. So as of this moment, I am putting Stone on notice. He has two weeks to payback my loan to him or I will begin to liquidate Ricochet's assets...one by one!
[Buzz is standing there, staring his eyes blank as Daniel looks straight at him]
Daniel: Please note, Mr. Stone, you brought this doom upon yourself.
[Daniel drops the mic, turns and walks back through the entrance, leaving Buzz standing there, defeated, not knowing what to say or do.]
And now...
Ricochet Pro Wrestling presents
Collision
II
[Buzz Stone comes to a pause with a look of disgust on his
face. He is only a few feet away from the back entrance to the Tap N Tin but
someone stands between Buzz and the entrance. the person is the cause of the
look of disgust. David Dubose leans against the back entrance and he has a smile
on his face as he moves a little closer to Buzz.]
Dubose: Greetings Mr. Stone.
Buzz: What do you want?
[The look of disgust remains on his face but undertones of
distrust shows through as Buzz knows Dubose's type. He doesn't move at all even
to shake the hand that Dubose extends. Dubose shrugs and reaches into his
pocket.]
Dubose: Look Buzz, I
know that we have some bad blood between us and all but I want to bury the
hatchet. I know that Mr. James gave you an ultimatum and he is ready to cash in
on the loan he gave you. I'm in a position to help you out.
[Dubose pulls a checkbook from his
pocket and he quickly scribbles his signature on a check and extends the check
to Buzz.]
Dubose: It's a blank
check. Fill out whatever amount you owe to James and his involvement ends. All I
want is to be a partner and I promise you that great things will happen here.
[Buzz looks down at the check and
the at Dubose and without a word he brushes by Dubose and heads toward the
door.]
Dubose: My offer stands
whenever you're ready to see reason.
[The door closes behind Buzz at the last comment and he
quickly makes his way to his office. Once inside, Buzz notices an envelope on
his desk. Buzz's brow furrows as he makes his way over to the desk and picks up
the envelope with his name on it. Inside is a letter with a check inside it.]
Buzz,
I know I dropped the
ball with this whole Dubose situation and I will make it right. I want you to
know that I care about Ricochet Pro Wrestling and despite the financial
problems, I feel like the RPW is really flourishing with you at the helm. I
would really hate to see Daniel James get his claws on Ricochet again so I'm
enclosing this check to hopefully help out. I know its not much but every little
bit helps right?
Johnny Royal
[Buzz looks down at the check
written in the amount of five thousand dollars. He stares at it for a long
moment before taking it and ripping up both the letter and the check before
he closes his office door behind him as the scene fades to the ring, panning
through the rabid Tap 'N' Tin crowd, focusing in on signs that appear in the
audience, but one sign stands out above all else...
SAVE RICOCHET
...the camera pans down to where the new announce table sits, off the side of the small ramp rather than ringside, where Slick Stevens and Joey Summers sit]
Slick Stevens: That was the scene just moments before we started, Buzz Stone's arrival to the arena. It doesn't look good for Ricochet fans.
Joey Summers: It doesn't look good. Buzz got us into this mess, and it looked like he just refused to offers to help us out of this mess. I mean, what the fuck. Forget the fans. It doesn't look good for Ricochet employees. Those of us who expect to be paid at the end of the night.
Slick: Joey, I don't pretend to know what's going on in Buzz's head at the moment or what his plan is, but this is bigger than you and me. This is about Ricochet...the entire business...this maybe it. We may have just seen the beginning of the end, and that's not something I want to think about.
Joey: And that's all I've thought about since Daniel James stood at the top of the ramp on Crossfire and finally told us the truth on what is going on.
Slick: I know we've got a show to do tonight, and we're supposed to be business as usual, but business is not usual. Things are as bleak as they can possibly get tonight, and we're all playing the waiting game, and we can't do anything about it.
Joey: I agree with you. We can't do anything about this, but sit here and wait for the inevitable. We're fucked no matter what, because if Buzz does some how come up with the money to pay James off, we'll be back in the same boat we were at the end of the year trying to figure out how to get money to keep the place running.
Slick: I can't disagree with you. I want to, but I can't. I don't know what this night will end like, but I just am getting the feeling of impending doom.
Joey: Something we can all agree on.
III
[the camera fades to the back where Jason Reed sits in his lockerroom, tying up his boots, when he hears a noise behind him]
Voice: Good luck out there, Reed.
[Jason Reed turns around to see
Adam Heaton leaning in the doorway. Reed immediately puts his guard up.]
Jason: Bring me another beer,
Adam?
Adam: Never tell the same
joke twice. Besides, it’s your turn.
Jason: My turn?
Adam: I get over on you, and you take your revenge. Then I
go, then you. It doesn’t have to be exactly one for one, but it helps if you get
into the fight, you know?
Jason: I’m going to get my revenge in the ring. I may be
going in first, but I’ll still be there when you come out. And I’ll be standing
over you when it’s done.
Adam:
I genuinely hope you do, Jason. Tell you what… Since I am the elder statesman in
our kerfuffle, I’ll even offer up a little incentive to keep you interested. I
believe that you can make it to face me in the end. But if you do, and if I
should win-
Jason: You
won’t.
Adam: But if the heavens
align and I manage to eke out a victory after you have pinned five others-
Jason: You won’t.
Adam: Hypothetically.
Jason: Hypothetically, you
won’t.
Adam: My original
thought was to take that title shot and immediately challenge Johnny or Romano
after their match when they are beaten and tired. Instead, I will put it up for
you.
Jason: Adam, I don't want your hand me downs, and I'm not going to play your games. So Adam, if I were you, I'd get ready, because I plan on seeing you in about...oh...say twenty...twenty-five minutes.
Adam: This isn't how this is supposed to go down.
Jason: Get used to it.
[Jason walks out of his dressing room, leaving Adam standing there staring at the now empty lockerroom.]
III
The Gauntlet Match
World Championship Shot
Joey: I don't get Heaton. I don't. He did the first thing that made sense for him in the world of wrestling by busting someone who annoyed him over the head with a bottle, and now he's trying to offer Reed a shot at a title shot that he hasn't even won yet.
Slick: I'm not sure if that's confidence, arrogance, or cluelessness honestly.
Joey: Heaton's never been one to scream arrogance, but then again, he's an odd character, so maybe he's always been arrogant, and we just haven't realized it. But I don't see Heaton having much to worry about when it comes to Reed. For Reed to face off against Heaton, he'd have to go through three other wrestlers tonight, and I just don't see that happening from a wrestler who hasn't won a single match since joining Ricochet.
Slick: The odds aren't in his favor, that's for sure.
Joey: And if he does some how get past everyone else, that means he would be exhausted and have to face a fresh Heaton.
Slick: And for those of you doing the match and thinking Joey mispoke earlier, there are now only five superstars in this match now, as we found out shortly before the show started that Kagerro has been removed from the match and is not even here tonight.
Joey: I don't know why she's not here and I don't know what's going on, but let's face it, her head isn't in this match. She's probably got some drama going on in her life that needs to be solved, and is pulling a no show.
Slick: Kagerro is one of the most impressive female wrestler's in the world today when she's on her "A" game.
Joey: Which is once every two years or so? But I don't think it matters whether she was in this match or not. This match is either coming down to the final two competitors...Wilson Dunn or Adam Heaton.
Slick: Heaton, after winning the battle royal on Crossfire, has to be an odds on favorite, but this match is completely different. The object isn't to throw your opponent over the top rope. You have to pin them or make them submit.
Joey: However, at the same time, you don't have to watch your back for anyone to hit you from behind, because it's one person at a time. A true gauntlet match, something we've never seen in Ricochet.
Slick: No, we had another one, it was just back toward the early days, before the relaunch.
Joey: Basically in the time I don't care about.
Slick: Probably not, seeing you were probably doing the traffic report in Florida somewhere at about that time.
Joey: Hey, I have you know in 2001, I was a respected member of the IWA staff, so don't talk to me about traffic reports. You talk about how Buzz and you started day one here in Ricochet, well that was me in the IWA.
Slick: No offense meant, Joey.
Joey: You meant some offense, but you talk about Buzz's love of the RPW. Well that's what I felt for the IWA, so it's a sore subject to me. Which is why I'm pissed off at Buzz Stone, and it pisses me off even more that you're not pissed off at him. You talk about how you don't understand it, but I know Daniel James. I know him from the IWA. Cain knew him from the IWA, and I don't agree with Cain on a whole hell of a lot, but we both said the exact same thing about James. He's a pariah who prays on wrestling feds. It's a fucking game to him, and this is the guy that Buzz Stone made a deal with crossing his fingers he didn't come back and bite him in the ass, and when it finally did, now he's like 'oh fuck, what do I do now?' when he should have had enough sense to tell James to fuck off and find another way to do it. People will talk about how James is the bad guy, and he is, but Buzz is no better. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but you wind up burned just the same. I'm done talking about it, let's get to the damn match now.
[the repetitive guitar beat hits as Thousand Foot Krutch's "Phenomenon" begins]
If you're like us, calling all riders, roll
up beside us, no place to hide us,
all freedom fighters,
let's unite us, switch on your nitrous and...let's.. go...
Destination, for navigation, man up ya stations, feel the
sensation surround invasion,
with communication, move
quick, we might avoid contamination
[a quick white flash of pyro explodes at the top of the ramp as Jason Reed steps through the entrance. A quick pop from the crowd enhances Reed's already enthusiastic look on his face.]
Down, Here comes
the sound, everyone pound your feet to this Phenomenon,
Now let's make it loud, let's show 'em all how you move to
this phenomenon,
Roll! Open your soul, maybe lose
control inside of this phenomenon,
just let your self
go, and let everyone know you move to this phenomenon.
[Reed makes his way quickly down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans that offer. He leaps up onto the apron, leaning against the ropes, pumping his fist, before sliding between the ropes, ready for the match to begin]
[The buildup for "Ruff Ryder's Anthem" by DMX
begins to play over the loudspeaker.]
Uh!
[The
single chord of the synthesized music continues to play still with no
activity.]
Someting new!
[There is an explosion at the top
of the ramp and Shawn Kelley explodes onto the scene. He looks at the crowd and
he nods his head along with the beat mouthing and motioning along with the words
of the song. ]
Stop!
Drop!
Shut em down
Open up shop
Oh
No
Thats how ruff ryders roll!
[Shawn nods his head as he beats
on his chest as he makes his way down to the ring still mouthing the words to
the song.]
Bustas wanna try,
bustas wanna lie
Then bustas wonder why, bustasz wanna
die
All I know is pain all I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad stuff on my brain
I resort to violence, my homies move in silence
Like you dont know what are style is
Memphis brothas the wildest
My
homies is wit it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
You dang
right we did it
What the in the world you gonna do
When we run up on you
Messin wit
the wrong crew
Dont know what we goin thru
Ima have ta show bustas
How easily
we blow bustas
When you find out theres somemore
bustas
Thats runnin with your bustas
Nothin we cant handle
Break it up
and dismantle
Light it up like a candle
Just cause I cant stand you
Put my
stuff on tapes
Like you bussin grapes
Think you holdin weight?
Then you
havent met the apes
[Shawn hops
up on the apron and climbs into the ring turning to the crowd once again
mouthing and motioning with the chorus.]
Stop!
Drop!
Shut em down
Open up shop
Oh
No
Thats
how ruff ryders roll!
[Shawn
nods his head with his "I'm better than you" smile on his face as he lifts his
arm and kisses his biceps as the music ends.]
Slick: Jason Reed is definitely at a size disadvantage against Shawn Kelley.
Joey: Reed is a good few inches shorter than Kelley, not to mention at a distinct strength disadvantage.
Slick: Reed is going to have to rely on his speed to have a prayer of beating Kelley in this match. The referee officially just started this match, and both superstars immediately lock-up.
Joey: Stupid move on Reed's part, because Kelley just sent him flying across the ring.
Slick: Reed gets slowly back to his feet, and Kelley gives Reed a cocky smirk. The crowd seems to favor Reed, but the Tap 'N' Tin crowd has a large contingent of Ruff Ryders fans in here as well, so both men are getting a pretty good reaction.
Joey: See, why is something like that even necessary. Who cares what the crowd is doing? It doesn't mean a hill of beans in that ring.
Slick: Joey, you're a former professional wrestler, and you're going to tell me that you've never seen a wrestler come out of a dire situation because the motivation the crowd gave him.
Joey: Absolutely, but at the same time, the crowd are spectators not participants. We should be concentrating on the wrestlers, NOT the crowd, because they just locked up again, and once again Kelley throws Reed backwards.
Slick: Reed rolls back to his feet, but that took a little bit out of him. It's almost as if Kelley is just playing with Reed, knowing he can over power him at anytime.
Joey: He's also playing a little bit of a mind game with him as well, because he's putting that same thought into Reed's head everytime he manhandles him like that.
Slick: They lock-up ag-- no, Reed ducks the lock-up...he connects with a low dropkick to Kelley's leg. Kelley drops to one knee.
Joey: Reed into the ropes...running face buster. Kelley goes face first into the mat. Reed is covering.
1
2
Slick: Kelley kicks out and throws Reed through the ropes. Reed nearly pulled off his first victory here in Ricochet.
Joey: And paid for it with a visit to the outside, which just shows the power Kelley has. Kelley is getting back to his feet.
Slick: So is Reed. He's climbing up on the apron, but Kelley is right there. Forearm across Reed's chest. Reed almost falls backwards, but Kelley stops him. He's got him hooked...suplex into the ring. Reed's back slams into the mat.
Joey: And Kelley is back to his feet. Reed is trying to get up.
Slick: No, Kelley just stomped Reed straight in the chest and sent him back down. Kelley is going for a pin.
1
2
Joey: Reed gets a shoulder up.
Slick: Both men are going for quick pins here. They're trying to end this match early and save their energy for the next match.
Joey: They both know that no matter which one of them wins, they have a long night ahead of them.
Slick: Kelley is back up, and lifts Reed to his feet. He's got him by his waist...lifts him off his feet...gut wrench powerbomb. Reed's shoulders are into the mat.
1
2
Joey: Somehow Reed actually kicked out of that. Kelley is shaking his head. He can't believe it either. He's got Reed back up again. He's going for another suplex.
Slick: No...Reed blocks it. Kelley tries again. Reed blocks it again. Reed goes for a reversal...
Joey: No...Kelley pulls out of it, and just sent Reed to the mat with a club across his back. Reed is down to one knee. Kelley grabs ahold of Reed's head and is lifting him up.
Slick: Reed out of nowhere with a European uppercut. Kelley is stunned. Reed hammers him with two quick blows. Kelley staggers. Reed into the ropes. He leaps up...he nails Kelley with a jumping shoulder block. Kelley falls backwards...he hits the ropes. He staggers back.
Joey: Reed leaps up...he catches the middle rope. He comes back...he's got Kelley by the head...
Slick: Hurricanrana. Kelley goes down. Reed is covering.
1
2
Joey: Kelley kicks out again.
Slick: Reed doesn't waste anytime. He's back up on his feet. He's into the ropes...Asai moonsault-
Joey: No...Kelley brings his knees up...Reed catches both knees straight to his chest and is on the mat in pain.
Slick: Kelley is getting to his feet. He's shaking off the fast paced assault Reed hit him with. He lifts Reed to his feet.
Joey: Oh, hard right hand by Kelley. Reed drops back into the corner. Kelley hammers him with another right hand. Kelley sends Reed to the other side of the ring.
Slick: Reed slams into the corner. Kelley comes in...oh, flattens Reed in the corner with a running shoulder. Reed stumbles out of the corner. Wait, Kelley just yanked him around...he lifts him up...
Joey: Spinebuster straight in the center of the ring. Reed is flat on his back. Kelley is in complete control. He's covering.
1
2
3
Slick: No! Reed got a shoulder up.
Joey: Kelley is shocked that the spinebuster didn't put Reed down for the count, but he's back on his feet. Oh..look at what he's doing. He's slapping his arm. He's going for it...the Clothesline from Memphis.
Slick: If he hits this, it's all over. Reed will be beheaded. Reed is getting to his feet. He doesn't know what's coming. He's dazed from the spinebuster...his back is turned.
Joey: He's turning around...Kelley rushes him.
Slick: Reed ducks. Kelley can't believe it. He's turning around...oh my god...SHOCK KICK. Kelley is down. Kelley is down. Reed has the leg hooked!
1
2
3
DING
DING
DING
Slick: Reed did it...he pinned him. Reed just moved on in the gauntlet.
Joey: I can't believe it. Reed hit that Shock Kick of his...the first time we've seen it performed in Ricochet, and Kelley went down like a sack of potatoes.
Slick: Reed's celebration might be short lived, because he may have beaten Shawn Kelley, but the other member of the Ruff Ryders is about to come out here.
Joey: And this one is bigger and stronger than Kelley, and will be looking to get a little payback for his cousin's loss.
[The buildup for "Ruff Ryder's Anthem" by DMX
begins to play over the loudspeaker.]
Uh!
[The
single chord of the synthesized music continues to play still with no
activity.]
Someting new!
[There is an explosion at the top
of the ramp Chris Deppe comes out from the back looking cool and calm and he
starts to mouth along with the words.]
Stop!
Drop!
Shut em down
Open up shop
Oh
No
Thats
how ruff ryders roll!
[Chris
nods his head as he beats on his chest as he makes his way down to the ring
still mouthing the words to the song.]
Bustas wanna try, bustas wanna lie
Then bustas wonder why, bustasz wanna die
All I know is pain all I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with mad stuff on my brain
I resort to violence, my homies move in silence
Like you dont know what are style is
Memphis brothas the wildest
My
homies is wit it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
You dang
right we did it
What the in the world you gonna do
When we run up on you
Messin wit
the wrong crew
Dont know what we goin thru
Ima have ta show bustas
How easily
we blow bustas
When you find out theres somemore
bustas
Thats runnin with your bustas
Nothin we cant handle
Break it up
and dismantle
Light it up like a candle
Just cause I cant stand you
Put my
stuff on tapes
Like you bussin grapes
Think you holdin weight?
Then you
havent met the apes
[Chris
stops, as Shawn walks up the ramp, still holding his head. The two nod to each
other, and then knock fists, before Shawn says something to him. Chris nods in
agreement to Shawn, saying something back, and then turns back to the ring and
Jason Reed, as Shawn heads to the back. Chris climbs the stairs and climbs into
the ring turning to the crowd.]
Stop!
Drop!
Shut em down
Open up shop
Oh
No
Thats
how ruff ryders roll!
Slick: And Reed is trying to get every moment to rest before this match starts, taking a tremendous pounding by Kelley before able to finally beat him.
Joey: Deppe towers over Reed, and Reed can't do anything but look-up at him. The referee calls for the bell...oh...Deppe just nailed Reed with a right hand.
Slick: Reed flies backwards into the corner. Deppe follows him in and nails him with an uppercut.
Joey: Look at Deppe's power. He just sent Reed flying upwards. If he wasn't in the corner, Reed would have flown out of the ring. Deppe grabs ahold of Reed and just flips him out of the corner with a huge hip toss.
Slick: That wasn't a hip toss, that was a freakin' body toss. Reed just got thrown halfway across the ring by Deppe. Reed rolls to the side, but I'm not sure if that was him trying to catch his breath or the fact that it was his own momentum that carried him.
Joey: Deppe is walking over to Reed. He grabs him with both hands and just yanks him to his feet. He's got him up...scoop slam in the center of the ring.
Slick: Deppe measures him. Leg drop across Reed's chest. Deppe is covering.
1
2
Slick: Reed gets a shoulder up.
Joey: Deppe isn't crying over spilled milk. He's right back to his feet, and is picking Reed up again.
Slick: No...wait...Reed just caught Deppe with a small package. He's got Deppe pinned.
1
2
Joey: Deppe kicks out, but Reed almost pulled it off with that quick move.
Slick: Deppe immediately gets back to his feet. He's standing over Reed. He drives a kick into Reed's side, and then picks him up off the mat.
Joey: He throws him back into the corner, and he just nails him with another uppercut. Deppe takes his hand and whips him to the otherside.
Slick: Reed slams into the corner. He stumbles out...Deppe just flipped Reed up and over with a huge back body drop.
Joey: Look at the air Reed just caught thanks to Deppe. Deppe bends down and lifts Reed up again. He's picking him up...he's got him way up...military press...
Slick: NO! Reed shifts...he flips over. Deppe can't hang on. Reed lands on his feet.
Joey: Deppe is turning around.
Slick: Reed leaps up...he connects with a huge dropkick. Deppe stumbles backwards, but he's not going down.
Joey: Reed is trying to get back to his feet, but Deppe is recovering.
Slick: Deppe is going after Reed again. No...Reed with another dropkick. Deppe falls back into the corner.
Joey: Reed is getting back up. He leaps into the corner.
Slick: He's going for a monkey flip.
Joey: No...Deppe has him. He's got him up. He's holding him in the air. He's moving away from the corner.
Slick: Reed is struggling. He's trying to get out of Deppe's grip.
Joey: Deppe is ready to hit him...oh....slams him down hard onto the mat. Wait...Deppe has Reed's legs. He's going for the Deppe Perception...
Slick: And Reed knows it. He's trying to reach for the ropes.
Joey: Deppe has it locked on. He's got it locked on. Look at the pain etched on Reed's face.
Slick: Reed is only inches from the ropes. He's trying to stretch out as much as possible, but the pain is taking its toll.
Joey: Deppe is causing a lot of damage to Reed's legs. He's going to have to tap. He's going to have no choice if he can't reach the ropes.
Slick: Reed is struggling. He's almost there. He's almost...he's got it...he's got the bottom rope. He's got it.
Joey: The referee is telling Deppe he has the ropes. Deppe looks back...and he lets go. But the damage is done. Reed's primary weapon was his speed, and Deppe just took that away from him. There's no way Reed can pull off his high flying stuff now.
Slick: Deppe bends down, picking Reed back up. Big European uppercut across Reed's chest. He's knocked back into the corner.
Joey: A forearm across Reed's chest. Another forearm. Another one. Deppe grabs Reed's arm...he slings him to the otherside. He slams into the corner hard. Deppe follows him in.
Slick: Reed moves. Deppe slams into the empty corner. Reed drops down. He rolls Deppe up!
1
2
Joey: He's got a handful of Deppe's tights.
3
Slick: Oh my god, Reed did it. He pinned Deppe.
Joey: But he cheated. He cheated. He had a handful of Deppe's tights.
Slick: And Deppe doesn't look happy. He's looking over at Reed, who's exhausted. He's laid out on the mat. Wait...Deppe is smiling...he's shaking his head...
Joey: He's just shrugging this loss off?
Slick: I guess he can appreciate Reed winning the way he did. Deppe is rolling out of the ring, and that means we're here to see the supercard debut of Wilson Dunn!
[The lights deem
and a spot light hits the entrance way to the ring. Five explosions on the stage
go off as suddenly the PA system comes on and starts to play what sounds like
drum beats starting to beat very softly until they speed up quickly and…]
#%*Let's Do this*%#
[Sick Puppies "War" begins to play
over the PA. The crowd jumps to its feet witnessing Wilson Dunn walk out to the
stage. Wearing black puffed pants, a black vest and a black bandanna on his
head, Wilson looks around at the crowd with a smile on his face.]
#%*Faking falls
Stop and stall
Take it all back
'Cause I'm taking mine
I'm taking
mine*%#
#%*Time is up
Out of luck
Should have stood up
When you had the time
But you're
out of time*%#
[Wilson stands
at the top of the ramp, staring out into the crowd, seeing admiration by some,
but dislike by others. He smiles as he starts down the ramp]
#%*Let's do this (fight, fight,
fight...)
Lock and load
Rock and
roll
Bitch it's all over
You're
going down
You're going down*%#
#%*Get ready to settle the
score
And get ready to face the floor
Cause it's time to remember it (war)*%#
[Finally walking his way down to
the ring side area, Wilson starts to slap the hands of the fans as he walks down
the aisle way.]
#%*This is
war
And it's on tonight
So get
up and fight
Get up and fight
You had all your life
To run and
hide
Now step up, now step up
Let's do this*%#
[At ringside now, Wilson takes off his vest and throws his
bandanna to the crowd. He smiles as he looks into the ring before sliding
in.]
#%*Second round
Going down
How about a little
reaction, man?
You can barely stand
Bitch slap, slow attack
Man that
was practically suicide
Next in line*%#
#%*Fight...Fight...Fight...Fight...Fight...*%#
[Once inside the ring, Wilson
looks at his opponent, seeing him still down. He looks
around.]
Slick: Wilson just dropped down. He's going for a pin.
1
2
Slick: Reed gets a shoulder up at the last second.
Joey: Brilliant move by Wilson. Trying to save his energy and getting this match over early.
Slick: And it almost worked too. Wilson is back-up. He's trying to figure out what he's going to do next. This shows Wilson's inexperience.
Joey: Wilson is just being calculating. You just saw what happened to Deppe going in full steam before thinking, Wilson is just making sure he doesn't make the same mistake.
Slick: So if Reed does something like that, it's a rookie mistake, but Wilson does it, it's him using his brain.
Joey: Wilson is a second generation wrestler. It's in his blood. So this stuff comes second nature to him. Wilson into the ropes. He's back. High knee drop to Reed's shoulder. Look at the ease Wilson pulled that off. He rolls immediately back to his feet.
Slick: Wilson walks over to Reed...oh...double foot stomp into Reed's chest. Wilson is almost just showcasing himself right now.
Joey: He knows that Reed is down and he just going to prove what he can do right now. Getting warmed up for Heaton.
Slick: Wilson bends down and is picking up Reed. Vicious knife edge chop across Reed's chest. Another one sends Reed back into the corner.
Joey: Wilson is the only man younger than Reed in Ricochet. He's faster than him as well. These two could have a war one day that will be a blast to see, but tonight is not Reed's night to face Wilson.
Slick: Wilson whips Reed to the other side. Reed slams hard into the corner and pops right out of it. Dunn comes in...
Joey: Wilson leaps up into the air...catching him with a clothesline...no...he whirls around, and inverted DDT drop...what a move by Wilson Dunn. He's going for a pin.
1
2
3
Slick: No...Reed got a foot on the rope. He got a foot on the rope. Wilson can't believe it.
Joey: And that just pissed him off a little too. He's climbing to the second rope. He's measuring. Legdrop from the--
Slick: No, Reed rolls out of the way. Wilson catches nothing but the mat. He's holding his leg.
Joey: But Reed can't capitalize on it. He can't even get to his feet.
Slick: But he's trying. He's grabbing ahold of the ropes. He's holding onto them, trying to pull himself up. He's almost there.
Joey: No...Wilson is there and kicks his leg out from under him. Reed is back to the mat.
Slick: Wilson is shaking off the missed leg drop, and is going right back to work on Reed. A stomp down to Reed's shoulder, and now Wilson has his hands on the top rope...
Joey: He uses them...leaps up...and comes crashing down with a splash on top of Reed. He's going for another pinfall.
1
Slick: No, Reed's too close into the ropes.
Joey: Wilson looks up, and drags Reed away from the ropes. He's going back for another pin.
1
2
3
Slick: No! Reed got a shoulder up. He got a shoulder up at the last second.
Joey: Wilson can't believe it again. He's shaking his head. He's getting pissed off now. Wait...he's eyeing the top rope. Reed's not the only one who knows how to fly.
Slick: Another stomp by Wilson keeps Reed down, and now Wilson is going for the top rope. He's climbing. He's climbing.
Joey: Wait...Reed rolls. He's rolling to the otherside of the ring. He's too far away for Wilson to get him, and Wilson knows it.
Slick: Wilson looks disappointed, but he drops down, and he's moving over to Reed.
Joey: Hard kick into Reed's back. Wilson bends down, picking Reed up. Chop across the chest, sends Reed back into the corner.
Slick: Wilson grabs ahold of Reed's arm...he's sending him to the otherside. Oh, look at the impact Reed hits the corner. Wilson launches himself to the other side.
Joey: Wilson leaps into the air...oh my god...what a move by Wilson Dunn. He just leapt and planted both of his knees into Reed's chest. Did you hear the impact Wilson made?
Slick: Reed is down. He's down. But that took it's own toll on Wilson. Reed instinctively rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor.
Joey: That right there was the move of the night. I don't care what anyone else does. That was it, right there.
Slick: Wilson is struggling to get to his feet. He looks around. He's trying to find where Reed went to.
Joey: Look at the smile on Wilson's face. He just found where Reed was. He's not moving on the floor on the outside.
Slick: What is Wilson doing? He's climbing to the top rope.
Joey: He's going to the top rope after all. He's going to give the fans a show, whether they like it or not.
Slick: Wilson is standing at the top. He's waiting. He's waiting.
Joey: He's about to do something big here, and he's waiting for Reed to get back to his feet to do it, which is going a bit slower than suspected.
Slick: What the hell is he about to do?
Joey: I don't know, but it's about to be huge.
Slick: Reed is getting to his feet. He's barely able to stand. He's weary...he stumbles forward.
Joey: Here it comes. Wilson stands up...he stretches out his arms. Oh my god...he leaps off the top...
Slick: OH MY GOD!!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
Slick: Shock Kick...Reed out of nowhere nailed the Shock Kick into the incoming Dunn. He's down on the floor. Dunn isn't moving. Reed has the ring apron. He's pulling himself into the ring.
Joey: What the hell? What the hell? How the hell did he do that?
Slick: And look...the referee is counting. Dunn isn't moving though.
5
6
7
8
9
10
Slick: That's it...it's over. This match is over and I can't believe it. Reed hit Wilson with that Shock Kick out of nowhere, and he has done exactly what he said he would do. He made it to the finals...he's facing off against Adam Heaton.
Joey: I can't believe what we just witnessed. I can't believe it.
Slick: That was a rookie move by Wilson, but what a way to fail. But I'll say this. Wilson may have the same type of ego as his father, but at the same time, I think he proved here tonight that he belongs in the same ring as everyone else in Ricochet.
Joey: Jack Robinson is helping Wilson Dunn up the ramp.
Slick: I'm not sure if Wilson even has a clue what happened yet.
Joey: Oh he will, and when he does. He won't be happy one bit.
Slick: And that leaves just won man. The man Reed swore he would see at the end of this Gauntlet. That man is Adam Heaton.
[a familiar guitar strumming begins]
I won't take all that they hand me down,
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown,
And I wont take it all lying down,
cause once I get started I go to
town.
[Adam Heaton steps through the entrance as the crowd boos him almost entirely. Heaton seems to either not notice the boos or not care as he has a serious look on his face heading toward the ring]
Cause I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like
everybody
else,
[Heaton climbs up the ring steps before climbing into the ring]
Slick: Wait a minute...look at Reed. He's getting back to his feet.
Joey: And Heaton looks amused. He actually finds Reed standing in front of him now to be funny, and I don't blame him. Reed fought through three other men to reach this finals. He's killed himself to get here, and now he has no strength or energy left.
Slick: Right now that doesn't matter, because I think we're about to see something huge. Reed is standing, staring at Heaton. The referee is back in the ring. This match has officially begun.
Joey: Oh my god...Heaton just nailed Reed with a high kick. Reed is down. Heaton just nearly took Reed's head off with that kick.
Slick: And Heaton is covering Reed.
1
2
3
Slick: What the hell? Heaton just lifted Reed up. No pinfall.
Joey: Heaton had it won, but he's not done with Reed yet. He's going to teach him a lesson tonight. Reed should have played Heaton's little game, because now he's going to play a different kind of game.
Slick: Heaton stands up and is picking Reed up with him. Big European uppercut to Reed. He's knocked back into the corner.
Joey: He drives a knee into Reed's chest, and doubles him over.
Slick: The disrespect Heaton is showing Reed. He just kicks him out of the corner. Reed stumbles and then falls face first into the center of the ring.
Joey: Heaton is stalking his pray. He's got that same amused look on his face he had at the start of this match. Heaton bends down, turning Reed over to his back, before immediately flipping over, driving an elbow straight into Reed's face. Heaton rolls back over and is covering.
1
2
Slick: Once again, Heaton lifts Reed's shoulder up stopping the pinfall. He's just toying with Reed right now.
Joey: Heaton is getting back to his feet and begins to lift Reed.
Slick: Reed with a punch into Heaton's gut, but it was so weak Heaton barely noticed it. But I think, whether that punch did anything or not, we now know that Reed isn't ready to give up yet.
Joey: Heaton slings Reed's arm over his shoulder. Snap suplex on Reed. Heaton is back to his feet and Reed is once again let immobile.
Slick: Reed has run the gauntlet tonight. He's faced off against two powerhouses...a high flyer...but now he's facing a technician.
Joey: Heaton lifts Reed back up. He pushes him back into the ropes, and sends him to the other side. He's going for a clothesline.
Slick: No, Reed ducks it. Reed ducked it. Heaton turns around. Oh my god, chest cracker. Heaton is brought down onto Reed's knees. Heaton is launched backwards. Both men are down.
Joey: That move came out of nowhere from Reed. How the hell did he pull that off in his condition?
Slick: Reed is not quitting. He's going to take it to Heaton.
Joey: And the referee is counting. What happens if we get a double countdown?
Slick: I don't know.
4
5
6
Slick: But we won't have to find out yet, because Heaton is slowly getting back to his feet. He can't believe Reed pulling that move off either.
Joey: And now Heaton's mad and Reed hasn't gotten back up yet. Heaton drives a kick straight into Reed's chest. Heaton is bending down. He's pulled Reed up to his feet. Oh...hard inside elbow. Reed falls back up against the ropes.
Slick: Heaton backs away. He's measuring. What's he planning?
Joey: Heaton rushes Reed.
Slick: No...Reed stepped out of the way, and drops Heaton down with a drop toe hold. Heaton is laid out on the middle rope.
Joey: What the hell is Reed doing now?
Slick: He backs away. Wait...he turns...he rushes toward Heaton. He leaps up into the air, and comes crashing down, back first into Heaton...slamming his throat across the rope.
Joey: Reed rolls off of Heaton, and Heaton falls backwards, holding his throat. I can't believe this.
Slick: Reed is getting back to his feet. He's using the ropes, but he's getting back to his feet. Heaton is on his knees.
Joey: Reed rushes Heaton...oh...dropkick straight into his chest.
Slick: Reed is back to his feet. Heaton is down. He's going for a cover!
1
2
Joey: Heaton gets a shoulder up.
Slick: Reed's adrenaline is pumping now. He's not feeling the pain. Reed is on his feet. He's into the ropes. He's back. Leg drop. He's going for another pin.
1
2
Joey: Heaton with another shoulder up.
Slick: Reed is lifting Heaton to his feet. A chop across the chest. Another one. Another one. He's got Heaton against the ropes. He whips him to the other side. Reed with a clothesline.
Joey: No, Heaton ducks it. Both men head into the ropes. Oh my god, Heaton leaps up and catches Reed with a high running knee to his head. All that energy Reed just had is gone.
Slick: Heaton is covering.
1
2
Slick: No, Reed got a shoulder up.
Joey: Heaton is getting back to his feet. He's lifting Reed up. Oh my god, Heaton just nailed Reed with a headbutt. Reed is knocked back into the corner.
Slick: Wait a minute...Wilson Dunn is coming back down the ramp. He's got a chair. Oh my god, what is about to happen?
Joey: Heaton has Reed...he's lifting him up. He's sitting him on the top rope.
Slick: He's climbing to the second rope...no...Reed is attacking him. Reed is hammering him with blow after blow.
Joey: Wilson is at the apron...the referee is trying to stop him. He's yelling at him to get back.
Slick: Heaton just fell off the ropes. Reed is up there all alone.
Joey: Heaton is trying to get back to his feet.
Slick: Reed leaps off the top rope.
Joey: Heaton catches him in mid-air....overhead belly to belly suplex. Heaton launches Reed over his head.
Slick: Right into the referee...the referee is down...Reed is down...Heaton is against the ropes, barely able to stand...but wait...Wilson has the chair still.
Joey: He's waiting on Reed to stand up. He's measuring him with the chair. He's waiting for Reed to get to his feet.
Slick: Reed is slowly getting up. There's no ref to stop it. Reed doesn't see it coming.
Joey: Wilson swings!
Slick: REED DUCKS!!!
CLANG
Slick: Oh my god, Wilson just hit Heaton with the chair! Heaton is down. Wilson can't believe it. He missed.
Joey: Reed just leapt up and dropkicked Wilson. Wilson just flew out of the ring. The chair went with him.
Slick: Reed is covering Heaton. The referee is starting to stir.
1
2
3
DING
DING
DING
Joey: Oh my god...I can't believe what we just saw.
Slick: He did it. Reed did it. He overcame the odds. He was the first man to enter this gauntlet and he's walking out as the winner...and this rookie now has a World Title shot anytime he wants to take it.
Joey: Look at the look on Reed's face. He can't believe it. I can't believe it. Reed got lucky. Simple as that. In a one on one match this would never have happened.
Slick: Reed has his arms up in celebration. He's leaving the ring. But him and Wilson are staring at each other.
Joey: It's not over between the two of them.
Slick: Reed is walking up the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans.
Joey: And now Wilson is following him, leaving Heaton alone in the ring. Heaton doesn't know what happened.
Slick: He lost, that's what happened. All of his careful laid plans, and he lost.
Joey: Heaton is getting back to his feet. He's leaning against the ropes. He's shaking off the chair shot.
Joey: What the hell was that?
Slick: Look at Heaton's face. He doesn't have a clue what it's about either.
Joey: It's this Doom thing. Who or what the hell is Doom?
Slick: I don't know, but I think we will finally find out on the next Crossfire, because that's what the date was given. But I've got a question...because I've just realized something.
Joey: What?
Slick: Does this all have something to do with Heaton? Almost ever incident of Doom has been when Heaton was either in the ring or about to be in the ring.
Joey: I don't know. The message creeps me out though, because there's no guarantee that we're even going to have a next Crossfire.
IV
[We move back to the
entranceway to the arena where we can see a rather large limo pull up. After a
few seconds the back door opens to see Shimon Moore, lead singer of Sick Puppies
gets out. He's followed by Emma Anzai, bass, and Mark Goodwin who plays the
drums.]
Shimon: How much are we getting paid to do this?
Emma:
Twenty-five grand.
Shimon: American?
Emma: I think
so.
Shimon: That's weird.
Mark: Why?
Shimon: We're in
England aren't we?
Mark: FISH AND CHIPS!!!
Emma: You let him get
into the Fosters didn't you.
Shimon: Oops.
[From there they are
met by security who escorts them into the building.]
V
[Heavy percussions and guitars suddenly fill the arena, causing
everyone to be silent]
Do you know what it takes to be a
hero?
[The crowd suddenly jump to their feet as the JR emblem shows on
the tron. The reaction from the crowd ranges from wildly excited to disgusted as
the music for their hero hits.]
When you lost, a piece of love, a piece
of you.
Do you have what it takes to beat the fear that`s
in your heart,
to grow up strong, and undo wrong.
To grow up strong, and redo
wrong.
[The People's Hero, Johnny Royal steps from the back with
the World Championship belt around his waist as he lets the accolades of
the crowd roll over him and purple and gold lights play over the area where he
is standing at the top of the ramp with his "Everything is alright with the
world" smile beaming from his face.]
Do you know what it takes to be a
hero?
[Johnny makes his way down to the ring taking his time with a
little strut and he slaps hands with some of the fans along the railing as he
makes his way down smiling at each one.]
When you lost, a piece of love,
a piece of you.
Do you have what it takes to beat the fear thats
In your
heart, to grow up strong, and undo wrong.
To grow up strong, and undo wrong.
[Johnny hops onto the side of the ring and he is quickly through the
ropes and he raises his hands above his head as the crowd continues to cheer
their hero.]
What it takes to be a hero
To grow up strong and undo
wrong
Slick: Here comes the People's
Hero!
Joey: He might be your hero but
he's not mine.
[Johnny walks over to the ring ropes, looking
down at a member of the ring crew with a microphone. The crew member hands
it to him, and he walks back to the center of the ring. He looks over the
crowd before he brings the mic up to his lips.]
Royal: Good evening
everyone.
[Again there are mixed reactions from the crowd. Johnny bears
it all.]
Royal: I understand that some of you hold ill will towards me. I
know that this situation with Dubose has caused a rift not only between Buzz and
I but also between you guys and myself. If I could undo the whole situation then
know that I would...
[Johnny shakes his head.]
Royal: Before I did
anything though I wanted to make sure that I let you know that I am sorry for
what happened and it will never happen again. I let you, my fans down and I
apologize.
[The crowd cheers slightly but alot remain
silent.]
Royal: The only thing that I can do is to make it right. I began last week by telling Dubose that he doesn't control me anymore and I will continue it this week by making sure that Antonino Romano does not walk out with the RPW title around his waist.
[with that there is a loud cheer, as some fans might not be the biggest supporters of Royal at the moment, however, they definitely are against Romano]
VI
"The People's Hero" Johnny Royal (c)
versus
"The Italian Maniac" Antonino Romano
RPW World Championship
[The lights go out and a voice comes over the PA system.]
" L`Italia ha ma un figlio, e quell`uomo" Antonino Romano!!!
[Red, white, and green lights fill the arena and there is a picture of the Italian Flag being projected in the ring and "The Godfather" by Fantomas begins to play. As soon as the beat picks up there is a HUGE explosion of pyros and Antonino Romano comes out from the back.]
Slick: And here comes the #1 Contender. The man who bought himself this match.
Joey: When are people going to let up about that. It doesn't matter how he got here. It only matters that he's here now, and when he walks out of here the World Champion, nobody will be able to say he didn't earn the title.
[He makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the boos coming from the crowd around him. His eyes are very focus, staring straight at his opponent for the night, Johnny Royal. He climbs up the ring steps, before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring.]
Slick: This match is set to begin. One of these men will walk out of here as the World Champion.
Joey: This match is all about business, and Romano is the ultimate business man. Royal's head isn't in this match. He says it is, but Royal has a thousand and one things going on in his head, where as Romano only has one: winning.
Slick: Referee Mike Smith is read for this match to begin. He motions for the bell, and this match has started.
Joey: Royal and Romano circle each other. These two know each other fairly well, but neither of them have been one on one with each other when the World Title has been on the line. This ups any type of match.
Slick: They lock-up, each struggling to get advantage.
Joey: They push off of each other when neither man can get the advantage.
Slick: Neither man has a distinct advantage over the other. Neither man is much larger than the other. They are almost perfectly matched.
Joey: They lock-up again. The struggle continues. Romano has it...no...Royal has it. Now they're even again.
Slick: They can't get the advantage, and once again push off one another.
Joey: They circle each other again, measuring the other, and go for another--
Slick: Underhanded move by Romano. He rakes Royal across the eyes. Royal is blinded, and Romano drives a kick into Royal's midsection, doubling him over.
Joey: Romano pushes Royal back into the ropes and sends him to the otherside. Romano goes for a clothesline.
Slick: Royal ducks it. Royal with a 5 point dropkick. Romano hits the mat, and immediately rolls to the outside.
Joey: Smart move by Romano. The last thing he wants is to allow Royal to get on a roll. Him going to the outside keeps the advantage away from Royal and forces Royal to wait for Romano's terms.
Slick: Romano walks around the ring. He's biding his time, letting Royal's rush from that dropkick wear off, and now he's climbing back into the ring.
Joey: He's taking his time before he climbs between the ropes, and finally he's back in the ring.
Slick: Royal goes in, going for another lock-up, but Romano pulls away, sticking his head between the ropes, forcing the referee to step in to stop Royal.
Joey: This is getting into Royal's head. This is showing the game Romano is playing. He's playing with his head. He's a match with Royal physically, but when it comes to brains, Romano is leagues ahead of Royal.
Slick: Romano pulls away from the ropes again, and this time goes in for a lock-up. No, Romano ducks under Royal's lock-up, and comes up behind him. He's got Royal in a waistlock.
Joey: Romano can hit a dozen different moves from this position.
Slick: No, Royal reverses it. Royal has the waistlock now. Royal goes for a German suplex.
Joey: No, Romano blocks it with an elbow to Royal's head.
Slick: Romano reverses it. He's got Royal from behind. Romano grabs Royal's arm...oh...Russian leg sweep.
Joey: Royal's head is bounced off the mat, and Romano is getting back to his feet. Romano drives a kick into Royal's side. Royal is flipped over from the impact.
Slick: Romano drops down on top of Royal and immediately grabs his arm, pulling back on it, wrenching Royal's shoulder.
Joey: Romano is going to slow this match down, go at his pace, keep Royal down on the ground as much as possible. When Royal gets moving, he's one of the best in the business, but off his feet, his offense is cut over half.
Slick: Romano brings Royal's head up, and then hammers the back of it with a forearm. Royal's face bounces off the mat.
Joey: Romano gets back to his feet, and lifts Royal up by his head. He nails him with an European uppercut, sending him back into the corner. Romano nails him with a forearm across the chest.
Slick: He follows up with a right hand. Oh...a serious of right hands into Royal's head. The referee yells at him to stop.
Joey: And Romano answers with another punch into Royal's head and telling the ref exactly right that he had until the 5 count to stop.
Slick: Royal is slumped in the corner, and Romano stomps Royal again and again, putting his head to the bottom turnbuckle...and now Romano just puts his boot into Royal's throat.
Joey: He's choking the life out of him.
Slick: And the referee once again yells at him.
Joey: And he stops right at the 5 count. Romano is going to use everything to his advantage. He has shut this crowd up with this onslaught on their hero.
Slick: Romano bends down, lifting Royal to his feet. He turns him around and slams Royal down face first into the top turnbuckle.
Joey: Royal drops down to one knee. Romano pulls him back up. He goes for another face slam into the turnbuckle.
Slick: Royal blocks it. Romano tries another one. Royal blocks it again. Royal with an elbow...he reverses. He sends Romano into the turnbuckle again and again and again. The crowd has lit up.
Joey: Romano is stumbling away. Where the hell was the referee then? Why didn't he try to stop that?
Slick: Because he had until the 5 count. Romano drops to one knee, but gets right back up. He turns back toward Royal.
CRACK
Slick: Oh my god, step up enziguri by Royal. He drives that kick straight to the back of Romano's head. Romano drops to his knees and then goes down. Royal rolls Romano over. He's covering.
1
2
Joey: Romano kicks out. Royal is back up. He's going for Romano's leg. What is he trying to do?
Slick: Oh, vicious kick by Romano, straight into Royal's face. Royal stumbles backwards.
Joey: Romano is getting to his feet. Royal turns around. Romano drives a kick into Royal's gut. He's doubled over.
Slick: Romano goes for a DDT. No...Royal pulls out of it, grabbing ahold of Romano's arm...oh my god...back shuffle kick into Romano's head.
Joey: Romano is down again. Royal covers.
1
2
Joey: He kicks out. Royal rolls off of him. He's getting back to his feet.
Slick: Royal rushes into the ropes. Romano is getting to his feet. Royal flips over Romano. He grabs his neck. Neckflip neckbreaker. Romano is down.
Joey: Royal is back on his feet. Quick legdrop. He's covering him again.
1
2
Slick: Romano kicks out again. Royal is back up. He's going to the corner. He's climbing it. What's he doing?
Joey: He's taking a huge at risk move here. Roman is slowly getting to his feet.
Slick: Royal is on the top. He leaps off.
Joey: Romano catches him in mid-air...spinebuster. He puts Royal down hard into the mat.
Slick: Romano is covering.
1
2
Slick: Royal kicks out.
Joey: Romano is getting back to his feet. He stomps Royal for good measure, and is now lifting him to his feet.
CHOP
Slick: Vicious chop across Royal's chest.
CHOP
Slick: Another one.
Joey: Followed by a European uppercut. Royal is forced back into the corner. Romano has Royal...he whips him to the otherside. Royal slams into the corner. Romano is following him in.
Slick: Royal moves. Romano slams into the corner. He's knocked backwards. Royal leaps up...hurricanrana!
Joey: No...Romano catches him. He drops him straight down with a powerbomb, using Royal's own momentum against him! He's got Royal's shoulders to the mat.
1
2
3
Slick: No...Royal kicks out at the last second. Romano is up and drives another kick into Royal's chest.
Joey: Romano has Royal up again, and takes him back into the corner with an European uppercut. A forearm across Royal's chest, and now Romano just lifted Royal up to the top rope.
Slick: Romano is climbing to the second rope. What is he doing here?
Joey: He has Royal's arm. He's going for a superplex.
Slick: Royal hammers Romano with two right hands. Romano is barely still on the ropes.
Joey: Oh, Romano drops down to the mat, but he's on his feet.
POP
Slick: Oh my god, Romano just nailed Royal with a huge uppercut. Royal is almost knocked off the top rope.
Joey: Romano is back up. He's got Royal....oh my god...
CRASH
Slick: Superplex off the top rope. Romano is rolling over and covering.
1
2
3
Joey: Was that three? Do we have a new champion?
Slick: No, Royal got a shoulder up at the last possible moment.
Joey: Romano can't believe it. He thought this match was over right there. Romano is slowly getting back to his feet.
Slick: That superplex took its toll on Romano as well, but now what is he doing? Romano is climbing to the top rope. Royal isn't moving.
Joey: Romano is measuring Royal. He's waiting...Romano leaps off the top rope. Diving headbutt!
SMACK
Slick: NO! Royal moved out of the way. Romano's head bounced off the mat. Romano is down.
Joey: Royal is getting back to his feet.
Slick: Royal falls back against the ropes. He's struggling to get his bearings.
Joey: And Romano is shaking the cobwebs out after that missed diving headbutt. Romano gets to his knees...
Slick: Oh my god, standing missile dropkick slams straight into Romano's chest. Romano flies backwards.
Joey: He's rolling to the outside.
Slick: And crashes to the floor...Romano is on the outside. Trying to recover.
Joey: What is Royal doing?
Slick: He's measuring Romano. Romano is getting to his feet....oh my god...Royal just launched himself toward the ropes.
Joey: Swandive over the top rope...get out of the way!!!
CRASH
Slick: Royal just crashed into Romano on the floor. The crowd is going wild. The referee can't believe it. Both men are on the floor.
Joey: What the hell was Royal thinking?
Slick: He was thinking about trying to take out Romano with one move.
Joey: And he may have taken himself out of it right along with Romano.
Slick: The referee is counting.
1
2
3
Joey: Both of them are starting to move.
Slick: But Royal is getting up first. He's grabbing ahold of Romano.
Joey: No...Romano falls backwards, and just threw Royal into the guardrail.
4
5
Slick: Romano rolls into the ring, and rolls right back out, breaking the count.
Joey: Romano picks up Royal, and slams him head first into the top of the guardrail.
Slick: Royal slings back, and stops on the apron, using it to keep him from falling.
Joey: Romano drives a kick into his side.
1
2
3
4
Slick: Romano grabs ahold of Royal's head...and drags him over to the ring steps.
Joey: Romano goes to slam Royal into the steps.
Slick: No...Royal stops it. Elbow into Romano's face. Royal reverses it....Romano into the ring steps.
5
6
7
Slick: Romano stumbles away. He crawls up onto the apron, and rolls back into the ring.
Joey: Now what is Royal doing? He's climbing up on the apron.
Slick: Romano is getting back to his feet. He's stumbling to the center.
Joey: Turn around Romano!!!!
Slick: Royal leaps up onto the top rope...springboard.
SMACK
Joey: Oh my god...Royal leapt right into a superkick! Royal's head just snapped backwards.
Slick: Royal is down!
Joey: Romano is covering!
1
2
3
Joey: NEW CHAMPION!!!
Slick: NO!!!!! Royal got a foot on the rope...
Joey: What the hell? No he didn't!
Slick: Yes he did. The referee is saying he saw it after he counted. It's there. This match is still going on.
Joey: Romano can't believe it. He's thinking what does he have to do to pin Royal.
Slick: Romano is shaking his head. He's getting back to his feet. He's throwing his arms up. He's lifting Royal up.
Joey: He's going for it. He's got Royal's head. He's lifting Royal up. Capiche!
Slick: No...Royal flips out of it. Romano doesn't know what happened?
Joey: Romano turns around swinging.
Slick: He connects with a right hand to Royal. Royal is knocked backwards.
Joey: Romano fires another right hand.
Slick: Royal fires back with a body shot.
Joey: Romano with a left.
Slick: Royal with a right. They are trading blows. The crowd is on their feet!
Joey: Romano hits a headbutt. Royal is stunned.
Slick: Romano has Royal against the ropes. He sends him flying.
Joey: Romano drops down for a back body drop....
Slick: Royal flips over. He lands on his feet. Romano stands up...he turns...
Joey: NO!
Slick: Royal with a superkick! Romano is down.
Joey: Get up!
Slick: Romano is trying to get up. He knows what's at stake.
Joey: Romano pulls himself to his feet into the corner.
Slick: Royal is in the air...STINGER SPLASH!
Joey: No, Romano is stunned!
Slick: Royal has Romano's head. He leaps up...into the turnbuckle...
Joey: NO!
Slick: Royal Flush....Royal Flush!!!!
Joey: No, no, no....
Slick: Romano's head just slammed into the mat. Royal is covering!
1
2
3
DING
DING
DING
Slick: He did it...Royal did it. He beat the man who bought himself a title shot.
Joey: No!
Slick: Royal is on his feet! The crowd has return to Royal...they are on their feet. They can't believe it! Royal did it. He has once again retained the World Championship!!!
Joey: And look at the look on Romano's face. He's completely angry.
Slick: The man put on an impressive match. Despite how he got here, he deserved to be in this match. He gave it his all, but Royal is walking out as the champion...wait...what is Romano doing in the corner.
Joey: Royal is holding the World Championship up in the air.
Slick: No...look at Romano. What's he doing? He's back to his feet.
Joey: He's being a sportsman. He's congratulating Royal.
Slick: Royal is turning around...what the fuck? What the hell? Oh my god...
Joey: Royal is down...he's covering his face...Romano just threw one spicy meatball into Royal's face!
Slick: He threw a damn fireball into Royal's face. Royal is down. The title is on the mat, and the crowd is livid at Romano. Romano is standing there, a smile on his face.
Joey: That will teach Royal a lesson. Romano is the man in charge of this. It's his fed. He doesn't need the damn championship to be the man in charge.
Slick: Royal is rolling around in pain, holding his face. What the hell is Romano doing?
Joey: He's grabbing the title that he deserves. The crowd can kiss his ass.
Slick: Romano is walking out of the ring with the World Title. I can't believe what we're seeing. Mike Smith is trying to calm Royal down, but my god, what did we just witness?
Joey: We just saw Romano ascend to true greatness. Whether he won or not, he's walking out of Collision with the World Title. And after something like that, Royal is going to have to think long and hard about whether he wants to get his title back from Romano.
VII
[The camera returns to the back, where a man that nobody wants to see has pulled up in his limo. Daniel James steps out of the limo and begins to make a slow walk into the venue. Upon seeing James enter the building, the crowd immediately begins to boo loudly. The boos can be heard even in the back, but James seems to pay it no mind as he walks down the hallway.]
Slick: We had all hope that it would not be so, but at the same time, we knew this was coming.
Joey: Daniel James is a piece of shit, and he's coming down here.
Slick: They've already begun constructing the Slaughterhouse Cage that will surround the ring tonight, and now we're going to have James here to boot.
[James pauses outside the closed door of Buzz Stone. He sneers before continuing on.]
Slick: The disrespect James is showing both Buzz and also the fans of Ricochet Pro Wrestling.
Joey: Don't get me started.
[And suddenly, "Coming Undone" by Korn begins to play, and the crowd gets extra loud as the booing gets louder and louder and louder. Daniel James steps from the entrance and begins to make his walk down the ramp and into the ring. He pays no attention to the fans whatsoever. He climbs into the ring, and immediately grabs a mic]
Slick: What could he have to say?
Daniel James: I will dispense of the pleasentries, and just ask for Buzz Stone to stand before me and either pay me my money or tell the fans that Ricochet is foreclosed on.
Slick: Come on, Buzz. You have to have something up your sleeve.
Joey: I guess we're going to find out right now.
[The crowd begins to Buzz as a quick shot to the back shows a shot of Buzz's office door open, and then as soon as it comes back to the ramp, the crowd begins to cheer as Buzz Stone steps through the entrance, a serious and grim look on his face, as he walks down the ramp.]
Slick: The crowd has faith in Buzz, listen to them.
Joey: But look on the look on his face. He doesn't have a plan. This is it.
[Buzz climbs into the ring, his hands deep in his pockets. He refuses to make eye contact with either the fans or Daniel James. James looks at him, stepping right in front of him.]
Daniel: Do you have my money?
[Buzz continues to look downward, not answering the question. He just continues to stare down blankly.]
SMACK
[Daniel slaps Buzz hard across the face]
Daniel: I asked you a question.
[suddenly, without warning, Buzz pulls his hand from his pocket, and something glistens for a second underneath the house lights, before his fist connects with Daniel James's jaw.]
Slick: Oh my god! Buzz just nailed James...and he has...my god, he has brass knuckles!
[James immediately drops to the mat. Buzz stands over James, and the crowd is going crazy, but what he does next shocks the crowd even more. Buzz drops down and begins to drive his fist into Daniel's face over and over and over again.]
Joey: Oh my god...how is this helping Ricochet? He's signed our death warrant!
Slick: Daniel's face is busted open...the ring is pooling with blood. Someone needs to stop this.
Joey: I can't believe this.
[Buzz continues to send punch after punch into the clearly unconscious Daniel James. Blood is splattering the ring with each punch. Nobody is coming out to stop this. The crowd has slowly stopped cheering, and are sitting there in shock. Buzz raises his fist again, but doesn't bring it down again. Instead he drops down and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp. James lays in the center of the ring, blood everywhere. The blood staining the ring. The crowd doesn't know how to react.]
Slick: I don't know what to say. I don't know what this means.
Joey: And Buzz is just walking away. What the hell does he think he's doing? It doesn't matter if he pays James off now or not. We're screwed.
Slick: Paramedics are rushing out here. I don't know what this means, but we've got to get to the back, where Chaos Champion Sean Cain is standing by.
VIII
[Enter a dark room where he’s sitting on the floor with his head facing the ground. The sounds of steam hissing and dripping water pipes set the scene background. A faint light highlights various parts of his body. He looks up to the camera and makes sure that he holds the Chaos Title in perfect view. He lets out a low-level sigh before deciding to address everyone who has tuned in to watch him and David Dunn step into the Slaughterhouse. The one hellish creation that will more than likely change both of their careers forever.]
Cain: Many things have been said leading towards this match.
[He let’s out a sigh.]
Cain: However, one thing hasn’t been said that needs to be said. I’m not talking about some last minute bit of trash talk to Dunn or some last minute threat. This message is going out to every wrestling fan that paid their hard-earned money to see this blood bath. Thank You. This may be the last time I step into a wrestling ring. Tonight my career may end in a hellish structure and I don’t want to go out as one of those assholes who don’t acknowledge his fans.
[He gets up and heads towards the door. He only stops when he gets his hand on the doorknob.]
Cain: And Dunn… I hope your conscience can deal with what may happen out there tonight. I already know that mine can’t.
[He exits the room and we shift back over to the announce position.]
IX
The Slaughterhouse Match
Sean "The Nightmare" Cain (c)
versus
"The God Damn Mother Fucking Franchise" David Dunn
Ricochet Chaos Championship
Slick: Daniel James was just taken out of the ring. From what they're saying, they're taking him to the hospital, but he was seriously busted open.
Joey: James deserves a beating, but not like this. Buzz has screwed us all.
Slick: I don't know what Buzz was thinking. I don't know what this means for us, for Ricochet, but James might not be in any condition to do anything for quite awhile. And I know it's going to be on everybody's mind, but we've got to put that to the side, and talk about this monstrous structure that is in front of us at the moment. A closed cage. Barbed wire. And add Texas Deathmatch rules to the match, we've got a bloodbath about to happen.
Joey: It is something to see.
Slick: This match maybe the most brutal thing Ricochet has ever seen.
Joey: Looks like Sick
Puppies is setup and ready to go Slick.
Slick: Why are they called Sick
Puppies?
Joey: Got me.
[A quiet hush falls over the crowd as the
lights deem and a spot light hits the entrance way to the ring. Mark starts to
slowly hit the drums until an explosion behind the entrance by fireworks as Sick
Puppies starts to play!]
#%*Define your meaning of war
To me it's what
we do when we're bored
I feel the heat comin off of the blacktop
And it
makes me want it more
Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight
I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what
I know that I know*%#
[The crowd jumps to its feet witnessing David Dunn
walk out from the back with an emotionless face. Dressed only in a pair of old
jeans, David looks straight at the SlaughterHouse. David wrists and eblows are
taped up. Slowly walking now, he starts making his way towards the
Cage.]
#%*It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned
around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down
I'm not
runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF US IS
GOIN' DOWN!!!*%#
[At the front of the SlaughterHouse, David walks over to
one of the standard cage sides. Looking up above, David starts to climb on top
of the structor.]
#%*Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're
gettin' done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for
another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my
brain
You can treat this like another all I'm saying
But don't cry like a
bitch when you feel the pain*%#
[Finally at the top of the
SlaughterHouse, David raises his hands as the four corners of the structor begin
to fire multi-colored pryo out.]
#%*It's been a long time coming
And
the tables' turned around
Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin'
down
I'm not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is
goin'
ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!*%#
[Moving around the top of the
SlaughterHouse now, David walks back and forth, never taking his eyes off the
entranceway.]
#%*This is hardly worth fighting for
But it's the little
petty shit that I can't ignore
With my fist in your face and your face on the
floor
It'll be a long time comin'
But you got the message now
Cause I
was never goin'
Yeah, you're the one that's going down!*%#
[We can
hear Dunn yalling from the top of his lungs "Come on!" Over and over Dunn is
yelling, waiting for Cain to arrive.]
#%*One of us is going down
I'm
not runnin', it's a little different now
Cause one of us is goin'
ONE OF
US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!*%#
[Sick Puppies finally finish there song. They wave
to the fans as they arena is cheering for them very loudy. Meanwhile, David,
still ready, waits on top of the SlaughterHouse for Sean Cain to make his way
out.]
[The lights in the arena slowly dim as the sound of the intro to the ’Godzilla theme’ fills the sound system. The crowd doesn’t know what to expect when a red spotlight begins to sweep its way through the crowd. Not long into the red light’s sweeping begins, a blue spotlight begins to sweep the crowd. As the guitar wailing continues, we hear a man yell “I didn‘t come here to impress you… I came here to fight!” in a high growling voice as “It‘s Time for War” by LL Cool J begins to play and white lights shoot out from the entry way arch at a blinding level. Stepping through the curtain, all we can make out is the shape of a figure as he simply stands there while the light engulfs him.]
Slick: Cain stands at the top of the entrance. Just like the
song says. He's ready for a fight.
[Walking down the ramp, the fans can
finally see that it is Sean Cain wearing black leather shorts with a large red
’X; running down the outsides. On the right pant leg over the stripes is ‘Cain’
in white lettering. Cain’s pace is a slow one as he’s taking in the
surroundings. Fans reach out their hands from over the guard rail as he
approaches them. Stopping for a brief moment, Cain looks to the people before
him and keeps a straight, unemotional straight face as the lights shine off the
well-toned and scarred body Cain keeps stepping forward. Cain reaches out and
slaps hands with the people who have their hands out as the song kicks into the
chorus.]
Joey: This crowd has embraced Cain, and that says a lot about
this crowd.
[Finally reaching ringside, Cain begins his walk around the
outside of the cage, glancing up at Dunn on the top of the structure, continuing
to touch hands with the fans while coming up to a small group who are waving
their hands in a bowing motion, as if to say “We’re Not Worthy.” Stopping at
this group, Cain turns to them, takes off the Chaos Title, and shakes each one
of their hands before continuing on around ringside.]
[As he finishes his
walk around ringside, Cain runs his left hand across one of the sides of the
cage. An almost confident smile crosses his face as he pulls and hits the side
trying to figure out just how strong the cage was assembled.]
[As the
music fades at the end of the second chorus, the crowd is still cheering for
Cain as he hops the guardrail and stands among ‘The Cult of
Cain.’]
Joey: What the hell is that nut doing now?
Slick: He’s hanging out with his fans.
Joey: Yeah for the last time. Dunn is going to retire him tonight. Look at him at the top of this cage. He's ready for this match to begin, and Cain is hanging with his fans. But he's saying his goodbyes. That's what he's doing. He knows his career comes to an end tonight.
Slick: We've talked about how this started. Dunn believing Cain was the man responsible for causing his car crash, but that's something I'm not sure he even believes anymore.
Joey: But now, this is as primevil as it gets. These two have never liked each other, but now...now it's personal...now it's hatred. Wait a minute, what is Cain doing? He's climbing back over the guardrail, and he's grabbing a chair.
Slick: I think he knows exactly what he's doing. He throws it up onto the top of the cage.
Joey: But he still has to climb the cage to meet Dunn at the top. He's basically giving Dunn a weapon.
Slick: Cain said he was going to win this no matter what, and I honestly believe, no matter who wins this match right here, it might be awhile before we see either man, because this is going to be gruelling on both men.
Joey: Wait a minute, he just threw another chair up there. There are two chairs at the top of the cage. I don't understand Cain's thinking.
Slick: You don't have to understand his thinking, because the action is about to kick into high gear, because Cain just grabbed onto the cage, and he's beginning to climb.
Joey: If I were Dunn, I would hit him with that chair as soon as his head pops up onto the cage.
Slick: Dunn can't win this match if it doesn't make it inside the cage. Neither man can afford for the other to be injured and unable to get into the cage, but at the same time, Dunn doesn't want a fall to injure Cain. He wants to do it himself...with his own two hands.
Joey: Dunn is backing away from the edge, grabbing ahold the chair, holding it down with one hand.
Slick: And Cain pulls himself up to the top of the cage. The crowd is buzzing, as Cain rises to his feet, Dunn not more than ten feet away, holding a chair.
Joey: What is Dunn thinking? He's letting Cain pick up the other chair.
Slick: Look at the look on both of their faces, each holding a chair. This is like some medival duel right here.
Joey: Here we go.
CLANG
Slick: Both men swing the chair, the chairs connect together. Cain turns, driving the edge of the chair into Dunn's side. Dunn grabs his side and backs away, holding the chair in his free hand.
Joey: Cain raises the chair. No...Dunn blocks it with his chair, and Dunn drives the front of the chair straight into Cain's gut. Cain is doubled over. Dunn raises the chair.
SMACK
Slick: That was a vicious chairshot across Cain's back. Cain drops to his knees.
Joey: Dunn raises the chair again!
Slick: No....Cain rushes forward. He's got Dunn up...he slams him down with a MMA takedown. Dunn's chair goes flying to one side, landing on the edge of the cage.
Joey: Cain is reigning down with punches across Dunn's face, bringing down both rights and lefts...but wait...Dunn's been studying Cain for weeks now. Dunn twists, putting himself into guard...and pulls himself free.
Slick: Dunn is quickly getting back to his feet, but Cain is already there.
THWOMP
Slick: Oh my god, jumping boot to the face. Dunn's head snaps back. Dunn crashes to the cage.
Joey: Cain is going for the chair. Those should be illegal in a match like this. Everything else is so devistating, why the hell do you need a chair?
Slick: Cain drives the chair's edge down into Dunn's ribs, and Dunn winces in pain. Cain raises the chair again.
Joey: That will teach Cain, Dunn just drove his foot into Cain's groin. Cain drops the chair. He's dropping backwards. Oh...Cain almost just fell off the cage. He lands right on the edge.
Slick: Dunn is getting back to his feet. He's picking up the chair. He raises it up...
BANG
Joey: Oh, he smacks it across Cain's shoulder. He raises it again.
BANG
Joey: Again.
BANG
Slick: Cain is dragged away from the edge by Dunn. Cain is holding his shoulder, and Dunn may have just prevented Cain from doing any type of power moves, because if Cain can't use that shoulder, he's in trouble.
Joey: Dunn drops the chair down onto the cage, and bends down. He's lifting Cain to his feet. He's got Cain's head. Oh, snap DDT, bringing Cain's head straight into the chair.
Slick: If this was a regular match, Dunn might have had the match won right then and there, but this match hasn't even officially started yet, until they get inside the cage.
Joey: They might not even make it to the cage, and if they do, they have to pin the other, and then make sure they stay down for a ten count. Neither man is going to be willing to quit. They're literally going to have to kill each other.
Slick: Dunn gets back to his feet. He's grabbing ahold of Cain. He's lifting him up. What's he looking for?
Joey: He's looking to see if he's busted him open yet...and he's not happy because Cain isn't bleeding yet.
Slick: Dunn's looking around....that was a mistake...Cain just pulled away from him. Right hand by Cain.
Joey: Dunn is rocked, but he fires back with one of his own.
Slick: They're trading blows twenty feet in the air. The crowd is eating it up. Oh, Cain just blocked one of Dunn's blows. Cain hammers Dunn. He's got the momentum. Cain hammers again and again.
Joey: Dunn is closer and closer to the edge. He needs to be careful.
Slick: I think this crowd wants to see Dunn knocked off. Cain with another blow. Another right. Another left. Dunn is on the edge. He's teetering. Cain rears back--
Joey: Dunn with a rake across Cain's eyes. He just saved himself from a huge fall right there. Dunn with another rake. Cain takes a step back. Dunn nails Cain with a huge European uppercut. Cain falls backwards, landing on his back on the cage.
Slick: Dunn is taunting the crowd after that blow. He has his arms outstretched...listening to the boo...oh my god...Dunn just took a step back...he forgot where he was...he just dropped down off the cage.
Joey: No! He grabbed ahold of Cain's leg....Cain is getting drug across the top of the cage.
Slick: Cain grabs ahold of the cage. He's holding on for dear life, and Dunn is holding onto him for dear life. My god, the crowd is going crazy.
Joey: Dunn grabs ahold of the cage. He's got his footing.
SMACK
Slick: Cain just drives a foot straight across Dunn's face. Dunn almost drops off the side of the cage. The crowd is going nuts. Cain drives another boot--
Joey: No, Dunn caught it. He shoves it away, and drives his free hand downward, clubbing Cain across his lower back. Cain drops-
Slick: Cain grabs ahold of the side of the cage. They are lucky that they're not on one of the sides with the barbed wire. Or they would have been shredded at this point.
Joey: That maybe true, but look at Cain's back. He's got little redlines across his back where Dunn dragged him across the top of the cage saving himself from falling.
Slick: Both men are virtually side by side now. Dunn drives a kick into Cain's leg, but Cain answers back with a back hand into Dunn's gut. Cain grabs ahold of Dunn's head and slams it into the cage. Dunn is stunned. He falls backwards, hanging off the cage with just one hand attached to it.
Joey: Cain grabs Dunn. He's got his arm...no...no...no...
Slick: Oh my god...Cain just lifted Dunn up...both men fall backwards....
CRASH
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Slick: Oh my god...Cain just back dropped Dunn off the side of the cage. Both men are down. They're laying on the floor. There was literally nothing to break their fall.
Joey: How the hell is Cain moving? Dunn got the brunt of that blow, but Cain got hammered too with his own move. How the hell is Cain able to move after that.
Slick: The crowd can't believe it either. A simple move in the ring, but where Cain just hit it from, Dunn may not be able to recover.
Joey: Cain is getting back to his feet. No, he collapses again. He's down to one knee. This match is barely started, and he's already physically exhausted.
Slick: Cain is finally back to his feet. He's bending down. He's got Dunn up. Dunn looks like he can barely stand on his own. Cain grabs Dunn's head...and then turns, slamming him face first into the cage wall.
Joey: Dunn stumbles backwards, against the guardrail. It's the only thing keeping him from falling.
Slick: Cain grabs ahold of Dunn again. He turns...
Joey: No...Dunn sticks his foot out, blocking Cain. Dunn drives an elbow into Cain's ribs forcing Cain to let go. Dunn grabs Cain's head, and throws him backwards.
CRASH
Joey: Cain is slammed backwards into the guardrail, the back of his head hitting the top of it, and Dunn is back on the offensive. He drives a kick into Cain's gut and another one and another one. Cain is on the ground, covering his head as Dunn drives a kick into it.
Slick: Dunn grabs Cain, and yanks him to his feet. He's dragging him to the other wall, and the crowd is buzzing. It's the wall with barbed wire on it.
Joey: Look at the gleam in Dunn's eyes. Look at that smile. Oh my god!
Slick; Dunn just drove Cain face first into the barbed wire. The barbed wire has stuck....it's caught on Cain's head. Cain is stuck up against the wall.
Joey: My god...Dunn just leapt up and caught Cain with a dropkick to his back. Cain is smashed into the barbed wire even more. He rips backwards....
Slick: Cain is busted open now. There's no question of that. There's blood running down several cuts in Cain's forehead and face.
Joey: And Dunn has an evil smile on his face. He's looking at the blood...and yes...he just laughed at Cain.
Slick: Dunn is lifting Cain back up. What can he do to him now?
Joey: Oh, he's just getting started.
SMACK
Slick: The disrespect...Dunn just slapped Cain across the face. Cain drops to one knee. Cain is bleeding.
Joey: This shows how Cain has gotten weak. A year ago, this would just have gotten Cain pissed, but now I'm not sure if this match is going to--
Slick: Oh my god...Cain just rushes forward. He's got Dunn up on his shoulder.
CRASH
Slick: My god, he just slammed him backwards into the guardrail. Dunn's back just cracked against the metal guardrail. Look at the pain etched on Dunn's face.
Joey: How the hell is Cain standing?
Slick: Cain grabs Dunn's head, quickly turns, and sends Dunn flying toward the barbed wire. Dunn slams into it.
Joey: My god, that barbed wire just slashed across Dunn's face. He drops backwards, holding his head.
Slick: But Cain doesn't seem to give a damn. He immediately picks him up. He's got Dunn on his shoulders again.
SMASH
Dunn: AHHHHHH!!!!
Slick: My god, Cain just slammed Dunn into the barbed wire. Dunn is barely standing. He's holding his back...and his head is busted open.
Joey: His face...look at his back...there are streaks across all of it. These men are bloody pulps.
Slick: Cain grabs ahold of Dunn again. He's wrapping his arms around him. He's going for a belly to belly--
Joey: No...some how Dunn blocked it. Cain is trying again. Dunn blocks it again...oh my god...Dunn just reversed it. He lifts Cain up, and slams him backwards into the barbed wire.
Slick: How did Dunn pull that off?
Joey: Dunn is one of the top wrestlers this sport has seen. He's one of the best in the business. He's here to win, simple as that!
Slick: Cain is on his knees. Dunn has staggered away, and they still need to get into this ring for the match to start.
Joey: Dunn sees the entrance. He's making his way over to it, opening the door. He's got to be careful, because the door is also covered with barbed wire.
Slick: No...Dunn stops. He's turning back toward Cain.
Joey: Dunn rushes Cain...he drives a running kick straight into Cain's head. Cain topples over to his side, and Dunn immediately turns toward the crowd. He's asking for one of the fans chairs.
Slick: He picked the wrong side to do that with. That's the Cult of Cain right there.
Joey: Oh my god, Dunn just nailed one of the fans. He just punched one of the fans...he's got the fans chair now.
Slick: That's completely uncalled for, and...oh my god...one of the fans just nailed Dunn. Dunn stumbles backwards. He dropped the chair. He can't believe the fan just punched him.
Joey: Where the hell is security? Get those fans out of there. They have no business laying their hands on a wrestler in this arena!
Slick: Dunn is going after the fan. He's trying to grab him from over the guardrail.
SMACK
Joey: Oh my god!
Slick: Cain grabbed the chair...he just nailed Dunn across the back. The Cult of Cain just went crazy.
Joey: Dunn slowly turns around, holding his back.
Slick: Cain raises the chair.
BANG
Slick: My god, Cain just crushed that chair across Dunn's head. But Dunn is still standing!
Joey: Get that chair away from Cain!
Slick: He's got the chair up again!
BANG
Slick: Again!
BANG
Joey: Dunn can't keep standing. How the hell is he taking this abuse?
BANG
BANG
BANG
Slick: Dunn is down. He's down. Cain just hit him twice more, and Dunn is down. Cain drops the chair. He's got Dunn up. He's dragging him toward the cage entrance.
Joey: My god, look at the blood across Dunn's face. First the barbed wire, then the chair. Dunn is in bad shape.
Slick: Cain isn't much better. Look at the blood just dripping down his face and across his chest. Both men are going to need a damn transfusion after this match is over.
Joey: Cain is dragging Dunn into the ring....inside the cage...I don't believe it, because I think this match has just now officially started to where one man can win.
Slick: Cain has Dunn up against the corner. He drives a forearm across his chest.
Joey: The only thing keeping Dunn standing at the moment is that cor--
Slick: Cain just slung Dunn across the ring to the otherside. Dunn slams into it hard. Cain's coming it...he's running at full force...shoulder down...
Joey: NO! Dunn moved. Cain just went straight through the ropes. His shoulder just slammed straight into the metal post.
Slick: That's the same shoulder Dunn injured with the chair at the beginning of this match.
Joey: Cain is dangling from the corner. Dunn is pulling him out of the corner.
Slick: Oh my god...Cain just turned around...he threw a wild punch....it connected dead on with Dunn. Dunn collapses in a heap after the blow.
Joey: Dunn is down...Cain falls against the ropes. He can't stand.
Slick: Cain is moving. He's reaching Dunn. He's lifting him up.
Joey: Oh my God...Dunn just struck...he hit a Promised Land out of nowhere....Cain is down....Dunn is covering!
1
2
3
Joey: My god...Dunn just pinned Cain. In any other match, we just crowned a new champion.
Slick: But now can Dunn keep Cain down for a ten count. He doesn't have to pin him again...he's just got to take Cain out.
Joey: And he's starting right now. He drives a hard kick into Cain's head. Another one...another one!
Slick: Every move these men make are leaving a blood splatter across the ring. Dunn has Cain up again...
Joey: Promised Land...another Promised Land. Cain's head is snapped backwards....Dunn is telling the referee to count!
Slick: Cain isn't moving. Did Dunn just win the World Championship?
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
Slick: NO! Cain is starting to move.
Joey: Dunn is waiting...he drives a kick straight into Cain's shoulder. Cain winces in pain.
Slick: But Cain is getting up. Dunn drives a blow to Cain's back, but Cain is still getting up.
Joey: Oh...Dunn brings a knee straight into Cain's head. Cain falls backwards into the ropes. Dunn has Cain's hand...he whips him to the otherside.
Slick: Cain into the ropes....
Joey: Dunn rushes him...clothesline.
Slick: Cain ducks!
Joey: Dunn into the ropes. He's coming back....Cain's back is to Dunn...Dunn is going for--
Slick: Oh my god...Polish Hammer....Cain just turned, and connected both fists straight into the incoming Dunn. Dunn's feet continue to move forward as the rest of his body stops. His feet fly into the air...
Joey: Dunn just crashed hard into the mat. Who the hell uses a Polish Hammer now a days?
Slick: Apparantely Cain just added the move to his arsenal, because he just leveled Dunn with it.
Joey: Cain is getting back to his feet. He had to have broken Dunn's nose. Dunn was already bleeding, but his nose is busted open!
Slick: Dunn isn't moving. Cain bends down. He's lifting him up. He drives a toe kick into Dunn's gut.
Joey: No, what's he doing here?
Slick: He's underhooked Dunn's arms...he's got Dunn up...WAKE UP!!!
Joey: Dunn's head just was driven into the mat with that double underhook piledriver.
Slick: Cain is covering!
1
2
3
Joey: No!
Slick: Both men have pinned the other. All either has to do is put the other one down for the count.
Joey: And Cain isn't wasting any time. He's telling the referee to count Dunn.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Slick: Dunn is moving. He's pushing himself to his knees.
Joey: What is Cain doing? He's not waiting for Dunn to get up. He's on Dunn's back.
Slick: Dream Killer...Dream Killer! Oh my god, he's got the Dream Killer locked on.
Joey: Dunn has to find away out of this...and he's struggling. He's trying to grab the ropes...pull away...anything.
Slick: If Cain can put Dunn to sleep, this match is over, and Cain has the move in tight!
Joey: We haven't seen this move hardly at all, but he's got it on Dunn right now...wait a minute...Dunn is fighting. He's struggling.
SMACK
Joey: My god, Dunn just drove his head straight backwards into Cain's face. Cain has no choice but to let go.
Slick: Cain falls backwards, holding his head, trying to pull himself to his feet in the process.
Joey: Dunn is trying to breath. His potential broken nose has to be making it difficult to breath.
Slick: Dunn is on his knees, but Cain is getting back to his feet.
Joey: That's disgusting. Cain just spit out a mouthful of blood.
Slick: Cain grabs ahold of Dunn.
Joey: No...Dunn grabs Cain's trunks...he falls backwards. Cain just got sent headfirst into the barbed wire cage wall.
Slick: Cain falls backwards, holding his face, causing more tears and cuts.
Joey: Dunn is getting back to his feet. He's looking at Cain. My god...he just drove a vicious stomp straight into Cain's foot.
Slick: Oh god, another one. He's going for Cain's foot.
Joey: Brilliant move by Dunn. He knows that if Cain can't stand, he can't reach the ten count.
Slick: Dunn has Cain's leg. He's lifting it up. Oh, vicious kick to the back of the leg. He's still got Cain's leg up. Cain is on his back. He's holding up his hands, trying somehow to defend his leg.
Joey: Dunn snaps backwards...he drives Cain's foot into the mat with a DDT, sending reverberations through-out the entire leg.
Slick: Cain grabs his leg, and rolls away.
Joey: Dunn is back to his feet. He's stalking Cain now. He knows he has Cain right where he wants him...
Slick: My god...Dunn went to grab Cain's foot again, and Cain just drove a foot straight into Dunn's face. Dunn stumbles backwards. Cain is getting back to his feet.
Joey: Dunn is prone...Cain with a kick...NO...Dunn caught it...he twists....Cain can't maintain his balance...he falls. Dunn forces Cain over to his stomach...PROBLEM SOLVER!!!
Slick: My god, Dunn has that ankle lock out of nowhere. Look at the pain on Cain's face.
Joey: Dunn can't get a submission off this move...not in a match like this, but my god...the look on Cain's face...the look in Dunn's eyes. He's trying to break his ankle. He's trying to make Cain pass out from the pain.
Slick: Cain is struggling. Cain has never tapped out before in his life. And Dunn is going to have to break that ankle in order to make Cain pass out in a match like this.
Joey: And I don't think Dunn has any problem whatsoever with that. Dunn has the move locked on tight--
Slick: Wait a minute...Cain just pushed himself off the mat with his hands. He did a push-up right there. That eases some of the pressure off of his ankle.
Joey: Dunn continues his grip, twisting it harder and harder.
Slick: Oh my god...Cain rolls forward...Dunn's own momentum carries him forward, over Cain. Dunn flies into the bare cage wall head first.
Joey: Dunn is down to his knees in the ropes...Cain is trying to get up. He can't do it. He tried to put pressure on that ankle, and he just collapsed.
Slick: Dunn is getting back to his feet. He shakes his head...blood flies everywhere. His hair is matted with the stuff.
Joey: Cain tries to get up again...he still can't do it. Dunn sees it. He's back into stalker mode again. Cain knows it too. He's trying to get up...Dunn rushes in...
Slick: Oh my god, Cain uses Dunn's momentum to carry him over...belly to belly suplex! Dunn is slammed down into the mat.
Joey: Cain falls backwards. He's holding his ankle.
Slick: Dunn is trying to get back up. Both men are exhausted. Both men have lost so much blood. They have to be seeing stars here, and they are still trying to rip each other to shreds.
Joey: Dunn is getting back to his feet, and so is Cain. He's using the ropes to his advantage...wait a minute...here comes Dunn...
Slick: Dunn slams his shoulder straight into Cain. Cain is slammed into the both the ropes and the bare cage wall behind him.
Joey: Cain falls forward, crashing to the mat. Dunn is telling the ref to count him.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Slick: Wait, where the hell is Dunn going?
Joey: He's not waiting to see the count. He's pushing the door open. He's leaving the cage. What the hell is he doing?
FOUR
FIVE
Slick: Cain is starting to move. He's grabbing ahold of the ropes. He's pulling himself up.
Joey: Dunn just grabbed the chair. He's heading back into the ring with it.
Slick: The referee tries to tell Dunn not to bring the chair in, but there's nothing he can do about it, and Dunn knows that.
Joey: Cain is up against the ropes. Here comes Dunn....oh my god...Dunn missed.
Slick: Cain moved out of the way. Dunn drives the chair straight into the cage. Dunn drops the chair...oh my god, Cain just leapt into the air. He has Dunn's head...he drops straight down...facebuster across the chair.
Joey: Dunn is down. Cain falls backwards into the corner, sitting up. He's telling the ref to count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Joey: Dunn is starting to stir...
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
Slick: Dunn is up to his knees. Cain is up as well. He's in the corner. He's staring at Dunn. He can't believe Dunn is getting up.
Joey: Cain rushes Dunn. He drives a boot straight into Dunn's head.
Slick: Dunn is down again. Cain has the chair. He's backed off.
Cain: Come on, Dunn...get up...get up...
Slick: Cain is begging for Dunn to get up and Dunn is. He doesn't know where he's at. Dunn is pulling himself up the ropes.
Joey: Dunn is turning...he ducked...he ducked. Cain smashes the chair into cage...PROMISED LAND!!! Dunn hit another Promised Land out of nowhere. Cain is down. He's down. The referee is counting. He's counting.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Slick: Dunn is back up on his feet. He's grabbing the chair.
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
Joey: Dunn has it...Cain isn't moving. Cain isn't moving.
EIGHT
BANG
Slick: Oh my god....Dunn just nailed Cain with the chair. Cain was almost counted out, and Dunn stopped it.
BANG
Slick: He hit him with another chair shot.
Joey: He said he wanted to end Cain's career here tonight. He's planning on making good on this promise.
BANG
Slick: My god, he hit him again. Blood is everywhere in this ring.
BANG
Joey: Again.
Slick: And oh my god...Cain is trying to get up.
Joey: Dunn can't believe it. Look at the look on his face. He can't believe Cain is taking this beating and trying to get up.
BANG
BANG
Dunn: Stay down you son of a bitch.
BANG
Slick: My god that blow just took Cain off his feet. Cain is down. He's not getting up. He can't get up.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
Joey: What the hell?
Slick: I don't believe it. Cain is starting to move again.
Joey: There's no way he'll get up in time. No way in hell.
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
Slick: My god...Cain has the ropes. He's pulling himself up. Dunn is staring in disbelief.
NINE
Joey: What the fuck?
Slick: Cain is standing. Dunn is staring. He's holding the chair. He doesn't know what the hell he needs to do to keep Cain down at this point. cain is standing up to Dunn. He's not letting him walk out of here as the Chaos Champion.
Joey: Dunn is standing there. He's got a smile on his face. What the hell is Dunn thinking?
Slick: Blood and sweat is pouring down both men. What the hell? What the hell is Dunn doing?
Dunn: Hit me with your best shot.
Slick: Oh my god...Cain just launches himself at Dunn, much faster than Dunn was expecting.
Joey: Dunn brings the chair up....
Slick: Oh my god, Cain's skull just crashes against it...but his momentum...he's not stopping....
THUD
Slick: Cain spears Dunn....both men fly backwards. They crash into the door behind them, barbed wire ripping into both of them.
CRASH
Joey: Oh my god, the door gave way. The door gave way. Both men fly through the opening, barbed wire continueing to rip into them both.
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Slick: Both men are down. They aren't moving. Blood is pulling on the floor below them.
Joey: In all my years, I don't know if I've ever seen something like that.
Slick: The referee is counting...he's got no choice.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
Slick: I can't believe it...not like this...
TEN
Joey: That's it...this match is over. I can't believe what we just witnessed.
DING
DING
DING
Slick: That was one of the most brutal matches I've ever seen in Ricochet. Both men fought, neither backing down. And they both have paid the price. This match is over. Neither man is walking out of here victorious...in more ways than one.
Joey: Paramedics are rushing down here. Neither man is moving. They're hurt. They need to go to a hospital.
Slick: The crowd, they don't like Dunn, but listen to this crowd.
THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
Slick: They are up on their feet. They are giving both men a standing ovation. Despite how this match ended, they are showing all the respect in the world to both men.
Joey: But this isn't over. Neither man beat the other. This isn't over, but what else can they do to each other. What else can they hope to accomplish?
Slick: I don't know. Is there even going to be a Ricochet for them to continue this war in?
Joey: I don't know. If this is our last show, I just want to say, Slick, that it's been a pleasure, but if this isn't our last show, I take it back.
Slick: Same here, Joey. Same here.
[the show begins to go off the air, as paramedics begin to load both Cain and Dunn onto stretchers, putting both of their necks in neckbraces. The crowd is still on their feet cheering, as once again Dunn and Cain lay motionless and bloody on the stretchers as the show goes off the air]
X
[The show has been over for an hour. The arena is empty. The wrestlers have all left, either on their own or via an ambulance. Most of the staff have left, save for a few members of the tech crew wrapping things up. Another member of the staff is still in the building as well. The only other man, besides its owner, who was employed by Ricochet on day one. The man is one half of the broadcast team, Slick Stevens. He has his tie off and he is no longer wearing his suit jacket. The top button of his shirt is unbutton, and he is as casual as he can get. He is walking down the hall, a look of concern on his face. He passes nobody as everyone else that is still working is out by the ring or broadcast truck. The office area is empty. Or at least it should be, but Slick knows that Buzz has not left his office since returning to it after his brutal beatdown of Daniel James. Slick needs to talk to Buzz, wants to know what the game plan is, and to let him know that he'll help no matter what. Slick stops outside of Buzz's office door and knocks]
Slick: Buzz, it's me.
[the knock receives no answer. Slick looks down, seeing the light peeping through the bottom of the door]
Slick: Look, Buzz. I don't know what's the plan, but you're not alone in this. We've got your back. Everyone, whether we like what you did or not, we want Ricochet more. So seriously, we've got your back. So let me in and we can talk about it.
[he knocks again and once again receives no answer.]
Slick: Buzz, this is silly. We're friends. We've been friends for a long time. This isn't the time to pull this shit.
[Slick tries the door handle and to his surprise it is unlocked. He opens the door, stepping in]
Slick: Buzz, what the hell is--
[Slick stops talking]
Slick: Buzz...
[a flash of red on the wall.]
Slick: Buzz...
[a glisten of metal on the floor]
Slick: Buzz...
[his eyes are empty]
Slick: Oh my god...
[Slick slowly steps back out of the office until the wall stops him]
END