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Gair
02-19-2007, 05:23 PM
Valentine Vendetta
02/18/07
Madison Square Garden
Manhatten, New York

Mike Daniels:
Welcome to Valentine Vendetta! I'm your commentator Mike Daniels alongside my partner...

Jason Styles:
...Jason Styles. And we have got one hell of a show tonight! I'm looking forward to this no end, as we have the long awaited return of Samson...

Mike Daniels:
Who, undoubtably has a score to settle with somebody in this business... and we have a rematch between James Whitman, and Antonio DeMarco for the World Heavyweight Championship... We have some footage from backstage that, has just been given to us...

The show starts backstage as the roar of the crowd signifies that the show is now on air, DeMarco, Orion and Nathan Blade are walking side by side and chatting about matches that they have later tonight...

Orion:
I'm telling you! TKO, and splat... game over, and the new Intercontinental Champion Orion becomes the greatest member of reVolution!

Blade slaps Orion on the back, and chuckles - DeMarco on the other hand, has a face like thunder...

Blade:
Whats wrong Tony?

DeMarco:
Whats wrong? How many times do I have to tell you... My name is Antonio! Not Freaking Tony! Thompson... no matter how much gold you win tonight... it will never make you better than me... and thats a fact!

Orion:
Oh yeah, so when I beat the living hell out of Stown, and you two are sitting in your little shanti locker-room without a title to caress, I'll be making sure you know that I'm the greatest champion in the business...

Blade:
Well, you do have to win it first Orion!

DeMarco:
I've had enough of crap off you two to last me a lifetime... I'm going to regain that World Heavyweight Title tonight, and become the greatest ever champion in the business... that'll wipe that smug grin of your twatty face!

Orion:
Oh twatty now am I?

As they walk along the road, a car engine is heard to be started - not thinking about the road, DeMarco, Orion and Blade continue to argue amongst themselves, with the car engine is getting louder. The car makes no sign of stopping and seemingly speeds up as it ploughs, straight through all three of them, like human skittles! DeMarco, Orion and Blade are out cold, and bleeding profusely from the head...

The white Ford Mondeo speeds off, out of site, as the backstage crew see to the three injured members of reVolution...

Mike Daniels:
Oh my god Jason, did you see that?

Jason Styles:
DeMarco, Orion and Blade have to be really seriously injured... we'll give you news as soon as we get it folks!

Mike Daniels:
What on Earth does this mean for the two title matches that Orion and DeMarco had tonight?

Jason Styles:
I don't know, but judging by the mood Timmons was in earlier tonight, when I spoke to him, it's not going to bode well...

Mike Daniels:
Why, what kind of mood was he in?

Jason Styles:
You know when he gets that smug look on his face, as if he's up to something really evil...

Mike Daniels:
Yes... I wonder what he has up his sleeve...

Jason Styles:
I'm sure we'll find out later tonight... will Samson have something to say to him I wonder...

Strength of the World by Avenged Sevenfold plays as the crowd go nuts and thunderous applause can be heard as Samson makes his way out onto the entrance ramp wearing jeans and the Samson merchandise T-Shirt.

Jason Styles:
I guess we'll find out now then...

Samson stands in the middle of the ramp as dozens of fans along the entrance way bow down to him in a god like fashion as he enters the ring via the ring steps and grabs a microphone from Sascha at ringside as he makes no attempt to settle down the fans as he loves the reception being given.

Styles-
Here’s the former World Heavyweight Champion, the man who never lost his title!

Daniels-
He’s out here no doubt to address Paul Timmons. The two have been butting heads recently over almost everything.

Samson calms the crowd down as he talks..

Samson-
Hello New York!

The crowd pops…

Samson-
It’s fitting, tonight, here in New York City…MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!...The Biggest Stage of them all, that I get to make it clear to the world that im not going to be Paul Timmons’ little b*tch anymore!

Styles-
Strong words…

Daniels-
I smell trouble here…

The crowd go wild with chants of ‘Samson’

Samson-
Paul Timmons has been a thorn in my side for longer than I can remember. We all remember last year, Paul Timmons had me arrested for attacking Edward Freeze during a run-in on Wildside. Timmons is also basically responsible for me losing my World Heavyweight Championship, a title I never even was pinned to lose!...And lately, he’s pretended like I’m a nobody, and he places me, Samson, the former World Heavyweight Champion In matches against Amateurs…Last week I was booked against Chris Nielson? WHO THE HELL IS THAT?...So, im here to send a message to Paul Timmons…Paul, You’re a*se is on notice!

Styles-
Samson making threats to his boss here!

Daniels-
He does have a point, Timmons has used his hatred for Samson to basically forget about the fact he’s one of the most popular WcE Superstars in history and he’s tried to bury Samson’s career through lack of opportunity lately. I cant blame Samson for being fed up!

Samson-
Some of you may have read the other day on WcE.com, there was a report that somebody called in a bomb threat to WcE Headquarters in Syndicate Hall, Los Angeles, California…And Paul, I know you’ve been looking to find out who was behind that threat…well stop looking, Because im standing right here!

Styles-
Samson called in that bomb threat?

Daniels-
That’s a little Extreme isn’t it?

Samson-
For months I’ve been trying to prove myself as the VERY BEST that this business has to offer, I’ve spend hours on end training to be the World Heavyweight Champion, only to have Paul Timmons use personal vendetta’s to get in the way of his authority and he’s screwed me over for months, and he’s stopped me from doing my job…Well yesterday when I called in that bomb threat, the national security wouldn’t allow Paul inside WcE HQ for over 7hours!...Now Paul knows what its like to feel like he cant do his job…Because that’s exactly what he’s stopped me from doing since day one!

The fans chant ‘Samson! Samson!’

Samson-
So let this be a warning Paul…All I did is threaten to drop a bomb…but if you continue to screw with me, I’ll turn your life into a disaster area more devastating than Hiroshima and Nagasaki put together!

Styles-
C’mon mike stop being biased, that’s bad taste!

Daniels-
He’s emotional because Paul Timmons has made his life hell!

Samson-
From this moment onwards…I’m not going to be anyone’s whipping boy, im the biggest star this company has, and I’m going to return to where I belong…At the top…Starting from Tonight, after Tonight’s World Heavyweight Title Match between James Whitman and Antonio DeMarco, whoever wins that match can also be put on Notice…Whoever the World Champion may be after tonight will be my next target…Because no matter what Paul Timmons puts infront of me, I will prevail victorious and reclaim the World Heavyweight Title…BECAUSE….THAT’S……MY….GOA………….

Before Samson can finish, I Devise My Own Demise by Papa Roach plays as Paul Timmons comes out onto the Entrance Ramp to a chorus of boos. The fans boo Timmons interrupting Samson’s catchphrase as Timmons holds a microphone in his hand…

Timmons-
Samson, this is MY show, this is MY company, and this is MY Pay Per View…So don’t think you can go around telling ME what you will and wont do. Remember Samson, im the Man who holds all the cards in this game. All you have is dreams, and that’s all they are..Dreams…I promise you, and I promise the world, You will NEVER…..EVER…be The World Champion again….

Samson-
I don’t care what you say Paul…I’m going to be World Champion whether you like it or not!...You can fire me, but I’ll just take that World Title with me!

Timmons-
Shut up I haven’t finished yet!

The fans boo heavily…

Timmons-
As for that bomb threat you called in to WcE Headqarters, I promised the world I’d find out who it was and bring them to justice…And I could SO easily throw you to the FBI as a piece of meat and let them throw you away for years as punishment. But im not going to press charges Samson, you know why?...Because I enjoy hurting people, I take pleasure in your pain and suffering more than you could ever imagine!...Samson, turning you into the Feds would be too easy, I want to toy with you and hurt you as punishment…As for your world championship hopes, You cant claim yourself as the Number One Contender until you’ve beaten all contenders put before you!

Samson-
What are you talking about? I’ve beaten everyone there is to beat!...There isn’t one person in this company who I haven’t beaten! I’m the true Number One Contender!...I never lost my world title and I deserve a shot!...

Samson turns to the fans and talks to them..

Samson-
Who in here wants me to be the world heavyweight Champion again?

Daniels-
These fans sure love Samson!

The fans go nuts…

Samson-
Who wants me to kick Paul Timmons’ a*se until he gives me the number 1 contender spot?

Daniels-
OH BOY!

Styles-
You can feel Madison Square Garden simmering, this is about to explode!

The fans cheer even louder as Timmons interrupts.

Timmons-
Samson, perhaps you didn’t hear me, I said that if I have my way you’ll Never get another shot at the world championship, and if you want to beat it out of me then go ahead, because after you made that bomb threat I took out a restraining order against you out of fear for my safety…So if you lay a hand on me, YOU’RE FIRED!

The Fans boo

Daniels-
Paul Timmons is a lousy son of a b*tch!

Styles-
His Pay checks don’t bounce!

Samson-
You cant stop me paul…I wont need to beat it out of you…All I have to do is make it worth Whitman or DeMarco’s while giving me a shot at their belt and the match is on…not even you can stop me!

Timmons-
Samson, I wish I could kick you’re a*se all over New York City, but lets face it, im not a Wrestler….BUT…what I can do is introduce you to the man who TRULY deserves the World Heavyweight Title…

Styles-
Who?

Daniels-
Yeh, who is Timmons talking about?

Suddenly The Lights go out and Edward Freeze’s music hits as his titan-tron Video hits the screen. The Lights Come back on And Edward Freeze stands behind Samson in the ring with a steel chair…Timmons points to the ring and Samson turns and gets NAILED with the chair to the head…

Styles-
EDWARD FREEZE!

Daniels-
Hang on…that’s not Edward Freeze!

Styles-
Yes it is…Look!

Daniels-
Edward Freeze is bigger than that!

Suddenly Freeze removes his mask, which takes a wig off with it to reveal the real attacker..

Styles-
OH……….MY………..GOD!

Daniels-
Jason, we know who that is don’t we!!!???!!!!

The Man picks up Samson’s bloody body and puts him in the Power bomb Position and gives him a Tiger Bomb onto the Steel Chair!

Styles-
Only one man can deliver that move as well as that!

Daniels-
ITS JAMIE NOXX!

Paul Timmons stands at the top of the ramp laughing as the crowd throw drinks into the ring at Jamie Noxx as the crowd boo heavily and chant “This is bullsh*t”

Timmons-
Samson, let me introduce you to the man who with me by his side, we’re going to turn this Company into what it once was…The Biggest, Most Successful Company in Wrestling History. Im not going to allow the inmates to run wild anymore. You Cant tell me what to do, IM the boss and this is my Company!..Jamie Noxx and I will rule this company, and anyone who tries to stop us…WE WILL KNOCK…YOU… DOWN!

Styles-
Oh My God I cant believe Jamie Noxx is back!

Daniels-
We haven’t seen Jamie Noxx in nearly 9months!... and it obviously wasn't long enough!!! (Son of a bitch!)

Gair
02-19-2007, 05:37 PM
Chris Angelo Neilson vs "The Real Deal" Ryan Teal
(Singles Match)
The lights of the jampacked arena slowly dim as everyone jumps to their feet and begin to scream madly.

Sascha:
This match is a Standard one on one Match. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 223 pounds, from Raleigh, NC, Chris Nielsen!!!

"American Death" blasts across the arena and with a giant explosion up by the top of the entrance Chris Nielsen steps out from behind the curtain. The crowd erupts again at the mere sight of him and “American Death” starts to pick up.

Nielsen walks down the ramp and slaps a bunch of hands on the side.

He enters the ring, and just as he starts posing, “It’s on” erupts from the speakers.

Sascha:
And his opponent, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Ozone Park, New York, Ryan Teal!!!

Some of the crowd boos and a few fans cheer loudly as Ryan Teal appears from behind the curtain.

He smiles and walks down to the ring, unfazed by the boos or cheers.

Daniels:
Wow, this seems to be a different Ryan Teal…

Styles:
Neh, did you check out that grin? He probably has a dastardly plan brewing in his mind.

Teal quickly gets into the ring. Nielsen goes on the offensive with a clothesline but Teal ducks under and reverses it into an STO. He then picks up Nielsen and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He climbs on him and starts punching.

Crowd:
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…

Teal looks at the crowd and gets off before the 10th punch. Boos fill the arena.

Daniels:
Teal is extremely focused tonight...

Ryan Teal sets Chris on the top turnbuckle…

Styles:
Uh-oh…

He climbs up and delivers a delayed vertical suplex into a DDT from the top rope!!

Daniels:
OH MY GOD! GOODNIGHT KISS FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Styles:
That’s it, this match is over!

Teal goes for the cover…

1…

2…

Ryan gets off Nielsen, ending the pin.

Daniels:
What the?

Teal picks up Nielsen and tosses him into the turnbuckle again.

Daniels:
Oh no!

Styles:
Oh yes!

Teal proceeds to deliver yet another Goodnight Kiss from the top rope!

Daniels:
Good God Almighty!

Styles:
That’s gonna be it.

Teal picks up Nielsen again…

Daniels:
No! Somebody stop this! He’s decimating that kid!

Styles:
THIS is wrestling- ruthless aggression!

Teal proceeds to hit yet another Goodnight Kiss off the top rope, and pins Nielsen with his foot as he smiles and salutes the fans.

1…

2…

3!

Sascha DaSilva:
The winner of this match; The Real Deal Ryan Teal!

Styles:
Poor kid never stood a chance…

Daniels:
Sure he did, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess…

Styles:
Oh look... he has something to say!

Teal stands up and raises his hands in victory. He walks over to the ring ropes, and rolls under the bottom rope, making his way towards the time keepers table. Teal grabs a mic and walks back into the ring. He makes his way to the center of the ring and kicks Nielsen as the refs try to roll Nielsen out of the ring. Teal takes a seat on the top turnbuckle.

Ryan Teal:
Let that match be a warning to everyone here in the WcE. It's time to take notice that Ryan Teal is no longer messing around. I will not be overlooked any more. It is Ryan Teal's time to shine, and everyone in the WcE should notice it. Whitman, DeMarco...you guys are on notice. No matter who wins the belt later tonight I will be behind you every second of the day. Think of me as your new shadow. You will not walk anywhere without me being there to make sure that the title comes back to me.

Fans:
Teal sucks, teal sucks!

Ryan Teal:
If you go to get groceries I will be there. When you go to pick up a friend from the airport I will be there. When you are showering I will be th…well maybe not when you are showering…but I will always be there to haunt your dreams. Whoever it is, whenever it is, you are done. I am here, and here to stay.

Teal drops the mic and jumps from the top turnbuckle down to the mats. He walks up the aisle as the fans boo and throw beer and soda at him. He gets to the top of the aisle and exits through the curtains.

Gair
02-19-2007, 06:43 PM
A TV screen showing Ryan Teal celebrating is shown, then the camera pans around to James Whitman, which sparks an almighty reaction from the crowd, then the cameras show the Jesters hanging around the lockerroom watching the TV screen.

Scott:
James... I've just thought, with this crack-head in the ring... whats going to happen about your match tonight?

James:
I have no idea... suppose I'll still go out there, and tell the fans that I'm the best...

Eddie:
Yeah, that sounds like something I would do...

James:
Okay, I'll not do that then... what can I do tonight?

A knock at the door stops the conversation from proceeding...

Thomas:
Hello?

Eddie:
You have to open the door first... knucklehead!

Thomas:
I knew that!

Thomas opens the door, to find a Road Agent standing at the door, with a letter... Thomas snatches it off him...

Thomas:
God, he was ugly!

Eddie:
Yeah, thats why he works behind the scenes...

Thomas:
It's addressed to you James...

James:
Ah crap... wonder what this is... another one of those porno junk mails?

James tears open the letter, to find a hand written note...

Dear James,
You know that now you will not have a match against Antonio DeMarco tonight...
I still want you to go to the ring tonight to address the audience...
You know that, as you're World Heavyweight Champion, it is your duty to entertain the fans...

Yours sincerely
Paul Timmons

James:
Well, thats certainly not Timmon's signature... wonder what this is all about...

Scott:
I don't like it Jim...

James:
It's James... and why dont you like it?

Scott:
Don't know... Gut feeling perhaps?

James:
Right now, I don't know what to do...

Eddie:
Go out there... we'll back you up!

James:
Then thats what I'm going to do! I'm off to get ready!

Eddie, Scott and Thomas:
Ok man... take care...

Eddie: (to Scott)
We have to go dude...

The scene fades out, as we return to ringside...

Mike Daniels:
Who do you think that letter was off Jason?

Jason Styles:
I havent got the faintest idea, but I have a grave feeling that everything isn't right in the WcE today... DeMarco knocked over by a mystery man... Samson destroyed by Jamie Noxx, of all people... and now this? what does the letter mean?

Mike Daniels:
Looks like we wont have time to find out!

Floridas Finest vs The Almighty Bullet
(Tag Team Title - Ladder Match)

Sascha DeSilva:
This match is a Tag Team Ladder Match for the WcE World Tag Team Titles.

Styles:
I can’t wait! I love ladder matches!

On their way to the ring at this time, the WCE Tag champions, Florida's Finest!!!

'Changes' by 2-Pac hits as Eddie Sanchez and Scott Jones walks out from behind the curtain. They’re both wearing JESTers shirts and as they walk down to the ring they slap hands with the fans.

Styles:
What is with this “Jesters” thing? Are they clowns or something?

Daniels:
Come on, they just like to have a good time.

Sascha:
And their opponents and challengers, The Almighty Bullet!!!

“When Everything Falls” by Haste of the Day plays as the Almighty Bullet stand at the top of the ramp. They lift their arms above their heads as pyro’s go off behind them. The crowd cheers as they make their way down the ramp. Johnny and Chris slide into the ring.

Daniels:
Chris Almighty and Johnny Bullet are known for th- what are you doing???

Styles:
Nothing…

Daniels:
Are you checking your email?! During a match?!

Meanwhile, Chris Almighty and Eddie Sanchez start off the match with a lockup. Chris gets the upper hand and gets in a bodyslam. Scott and Johnny are going at it on the outside, punching each other- almost as if they were having a boxing match.

Daniels:
Can’t you do this at home??

Styles:
Look, this is important, ok??

Mike Daniels closes the laptop and takes it away from Jason Styles.

Chris Almighty has Eddie Sanchez in a Camel clutch. Scott Jones has taken the upper hand over Johnny Bullet and takes him down with a powerbomb. He enters the ring to help Eddie.

Daniels:
Focus on the match, Jason!

Styles:
Ok…

Scott picks Chris up on his shoulders as Eddie climbs the turnbuckle.

Daniels:
I think this is the “Flight to Florida”, Scott told me about his…

Eddie jumps off the turnbuckle and clotheslines Chris off Scott.

Styles:
Nice! Hey, when were you talking to Scott Jones?

Daniels:
I dunno, I just saw him backstage and we talked.

Styles:
Why don’t they talk to me??

Scott starts setting up the ladder. Eddie tosses out Chris. Scott starts climbing the ladder, but Johnny Bullet, who has climbed the turnbuckle, jumps off with a cross-body block, sending both men and the ladder down to the mat hard!

Daniels:
Oh my God! What a daredevil move by Bullet!

Johnny Bullet gets picked up by Eddie Sanchez but reverses him and sends him down onto the ladder. He rolls Eddie off the ladder and picks it up, and starts slamming the ladder into Eddie repeatedly!

Daniels:
He’s going crazy!!!

Styles:
Hardcore! Hardcore! Hardcore!

Johnny Bullet then does it to Scott. He keeps beating both of them with the ladder, and both men are bleeding.

Thomas comes running down to the ring and enters, and tackles Johnny Bullet.

Styles:
What the?! That’s unfair!

Daniels:
WHAT? It’s a good thing he stopped this madness!

Chris Almighty enters the ring and helps his partner out.

I Devise My Own Demise by Papa Roach hits the speakers and the crowd starts booing heavily as they know what’s next. Paul Timmons walks out mic in hand.

Timmons:
RING THAT BELL! RING IT RIGHT NOW, OR YOU’RE FIRED!

Styles:
But… this is no DQ, right?

The timekeeper rings the bell. The Almighty Bullet get out of the ring.

Timmons:
Listen here, Williams, even though there's no DQ that doesn't mean you can just spoil a perfectly good match - and I promised each and everyone of these fans that this show would go to the top of the list... oh wait, I don't give a crap about the fans... I'm doing it for me!!!

He pauses and looks at the booing crowd, then back at Thomas Williams.

Timmons:
You know what?? Since you've been whining about wanting to fight and now you're interfering in matches... well fine, you got your match. Next week you'll have your first match in WCE! Although I don't think it'll be quite what you had in mind…

Thomas stares - with a pale face - at Timmons as Timmons picks up the mic again...

Timmons:
Next week, it'll be The Almighty Bullet against... YOU... Thomas Williams! And to make Chris or Johnny try just that little bit harder... if The Almighty Bullet beat you... they will get a shot at the Xtreme Championship the following week on Saturday Night Primetime!!!

Timmons smiles and leaves to a chorus of boos as Thomas looks on confused, then checks on Eddie and Scott.

Gair
02-19-2007, 07:53 PM
I Devise My Own Demise by Papa Roach hits the speakers yet again, and Paul Timmons walks out from backstage, yet again with a mic in hand...

Paul Timmons:
The next match is the Xtreme Championship Title match... of which I have some magic new ruling for... wait 'til you hear this, this will take the title's in WcE to the greatest in the industry... These rules - by the way - are to be enforced from now, until forever...

He pulls a notebook from his top pocket, and places a pair of very expensive spectacles on his face...

Paul Timmons:
Rule Number 1. There are no rules... Absolutely everything goes for the Xtreme Championship title... no disqualifications... no nothing!
Rule Number 2. If you want to win the title... you must win it inside the squared circle...
Rule Number 3. Anyone can win... even if they're not scheduled in the match...
Rule Number 4. The Championship MUST be defended every Saturday...
And Rule Number 5. To remember... that my word... is final, and there's not a damn thing you can all do about it!

The crowd boo, but the signal begins to get staticy...

The Screen is interrupted with Snow Static. The screen fades to black. These words fade up onto the screen, one line at a time:

Roses are Red…

Violets are Blue…

An Ice Storm is coming for You!

The words fall like snow. Til a light fades up just enough to show a silhouette of Edward Freeze.

Edward Freeze:
I have been gone, many nightmares torment me day and night. It has come down to a breakdown, and I was forced to leave. But now…my head is clear, no more voices, no more Dr. X. Just me and my passion, my will, my goals, and my goal now is to get back to where I belong at the top of the mountain. To get back what truly belongs to me, but that is just the tip of the ice berg. I will return…

A blue light fades up, but all you see is a mask and blackness where the eyes should be. The chin strap still moves as if someone is there.

This is a Freeze Warning for all of you!

The screen fades to snow static again. Starts clearing, we can see Milenko again on the set of Milenko’s Whispers. Appears to be a live feed, as he is adjusting the camera, and talking to the control room.

Mike Daniels:
Sorry about that, we seemed to have some technical trouble there... anyway, we come back from the impromptu break with Jimmy Tuno and Mark Marvin about to face each other...

The match starts, Jimmy Tuno runs at Mark Marvin, Marvin sidesteps and clubs the back of Tuno. Tuno dropkicks Marvin to the outside of the ring. Jimmy Tuno launches himself over the top rope and onto Mark. Both men are down. Jimmy Tuno gets up after a few seconds and stomps Mark in the face. Mark grabs Tuno's foot as he goes for another stomp, Marvin trips up Tuno. Marvin gets up, Mark looks underneath the ring for a weapon.

Mike Daniels:
Nothing good can come of this.

Jason Styles:
Not good, great!

Mark finds a road sign and pulls it out, he nails it into the side of Jimmy Tuno's head. Mark picks up Tuno and throws him back in the ring. Mark returns to the ring, he picks up Tuno and applies a strong side-headlock. Tuno pushes Marvin to the ropes and Mark connects with a clothesline. Mark bounces off the ropes and goes for a legdrop but Tuno moves away at the last second. Tuno and Marvin get back to their feet. Tuno hits with an inziguri.


Jason Styles:
Perhaps a desperation move there by Tuno.

Mike Daniels:
This kid has alot of heart.

Jason Styles:
But Marvin has alot of money.

Tuno goes to the top rope and hits a missile dropkick on Marvin. Marvin gets back to his feet. Tuno hits a hip toss followed by another. Tuno gets fired up. He leaps onto the sholders of Marvin and hits a hurricanrana, Marvin falls out of the ring. Tuno looks to vault onto Marvin, but he misses and hits the mat with a thud. Both men are on the outside. Marvin grabs a steel tray and wacks it upon the head of Tuno.

Mike Daniels:
Unforgiving steel to the temple, has Marvin no compassion?

Jason Styles:
If he had compassion he would be where Tuno is right now.

Marvin mouts Tuno and starts hitting him with stiff right hands to the head, Tuno rolls over and hits Marvin with a couple. They both make it to their feet. Marvin puts Tuno on his sholders and runs towards the ring posts, Tuno gets off the back of Marvin and Mark goes head first into the steel post. Tuno rolls into the ring with a steel chair. Marvin recovers and rolls into the ring. Tuno throws the chair at Marvin, who catches it, Tuno dropkicks the chair into the face of Marvin.

Jason Styles:
That's how you win a match.

Tuno gets to his feet, he splashes on top of Marvin, Marvin gets up, Tuno ducks a clothesline and hits a backcracker on Marvin. Tuno signals the end and gets fired up, Marvin gets up and is nailed with a scissor kick. Marvin gets up again to be hit with a series of clotheslines and a back body drop. Tuno pulls Marvin to the turnbuckle and hits The Partin' Shot! Tuno covers.

Jason Styles:
No! It can't end like this.

Mike Daniels:
Tuno retains!

1..

2..

Marvin gets hit foot on the ropes..

Tuno looks horrified as he goes out the ring and grabs another chair. Marvin gets up and Tuno rolls in the ring. Tuno raises up the chair and Marvin superkicks it into the face of Tuno. Marvin picks up the chair and slams it into the face of Tuno. Marvin rolls out and grabs a table. He throws it into the ring. Marvin sets up the table. Tuno climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps onto the sholders of Marvin. Tuno goes for the hurricanrana but Marvin holds on and slams Tuno into the table with a powerbomb. The table snaps in two.

Mike Daniels:
A table broken, and a mans body broken in half!

Jason Styles:
Hahaha... I love it.

Marvin picks up Tuno and hits with a tilt a whirl sideslam. Tuno gets up and reverses a sidewalk slam into a russian leg sweep. The crowd pop. Mark Marvin gets up and ducks a clothesline, he goes behind Tuno and rolls him up.


1..

Marvin grabs the ropes, the referee doesn't see.

2..

3..

Jason Styles:
Marvin got the victory.

Mike Daniels:
Tuno was robbed, right in his hometown.

Sascha:
The winner of this match, and new Xtreme Champion, Mark Marvin!

Mark Marvin sprints out of the ring, remembering the ruling. He runs up the ramp to the backstage area with his title... and celebrates on stage with the title above his head - cursing the crowd, and yelling at Tuno. Suddenly Tuno gets up and rolls out of the ring, and sprints up the ramp after Marvin... Tuno and Marvin exchange punches, and fight on the stage until they go backstage and get split up by the security...

Gair
02-19-2007, 09:54 PM
Mike Daniels:
It seems like that fight isn't going to end for a while...

Jason Styles:
I've not seen a vicious side to Tuno yet... but he certainly gunned down Marvin there...

Mike Daniels:
I reckon I'm not the only one who'd like to see that match again!

Jason Styles:
Reckon? What?! You've been talking to Samson too much!

Mike Daniels:
What can I say, I've missed him, and thank god he's back...

Jason Styles:
He might not be back for long though, in what was the most vicious act of aggression we have seen today... Paul Timmons, played his top card, and came out with a Noxx...

Mike Daniels:
One of the most shocking incidents to ever happen in the WcE I know... I've been here all the time, and I've never been so shocked in my life!

1945 by Social Distortion hits the speakers, as the crowd rise to their feet to boo the man walking down to the ring.

Mike Daniels:
It seems that Stown is going to be here after all!

Jason Styles:
What's he here for? There's noone for him to fight!

Stown, almost breaking into a sprint, rolls into the ring, and grabs a microphone from Sascha as she was just about to announce that he was coming down to the ring. Stown looks overly pleased with himslef, as he stands in the middle of the ring staring into the camera opposite him.

Dan Stown:
Oh well, well, well... It looks like we have a yellow team backstage people!!!

The crowd boo and yell "Stown's-a-stoner!"

Stown yells down the microphone with pure anger...

Dan Stown:
Shut your stupid little holes! I have something to say!

Mike Daniels:
Thats no way to talk to our fans... Say something Jason!

Jason Styles:
Shhh... I'm listening...

Mike Daniels:
You're a d*ck...

Dan Stown:
Thank you. Now, as you can all see, Orion was far too scared to come out and face me tonight... DeMarco and Blade were also too scared... I could have taken them all on tonight... and won with my hands tied behind my back!

He looks smugly at Mike and Jason, and then looks back at the camera.

Dan Stown:
You see... the thing with this company is, that there is far too many has-beens, and not as many "could-be's"... I don't know what I'd call me... maybe the pinnacle of this company... no... no... the ICON... OF... ICONS.

The crowd boo heavily, when "I Devise My Own Demise" hits the speakers once more, and Paul Timmons walks to the ring.

Mike Daniels:
I don't know about you Jason, but I'm sick of him now...

Jason Styles:
Shhhh!!! He's the boss, you'll lose your job!!!

Paul Timmons:
You know what Dan... you're absolutely correct!

Dan Stown nods in agreement...

Paul Timmons:
You are far too good for this company... too good for this division at least! Nobody can touch you at this level... not Teal, not Jimmy Jazz... nobody!!! None of the has-beens can touch you... I forgot their names already...

Timmons adjusts his Armani Jacket... as if he'd just been hit by a cold wind...

Paul Timmons:
Is it cold in here... or is it just me?

Dan Stown:
No, it's pretty darn cold!

Paul Timmons:
Anyway... I cam down to tell you that... now that there is absolutely nobody who can touch you at this level... that I am going to give you the Intercontinental championship... to hold forever!!!

Mike Daniels:
Oh my god Jason, he can't do that can h... look at the stage...

The stage has been engulfed with fog... the lights begin to dim, and morph into a different colour - an ice blue colour... then... a complete blackout. Cameras flashing all over the arena cannot keep the building alight for long... Lights on the stage finally come on though... but all that can be seen is fog.

Static hits the Jumbotron... an Icy blue static, as some of the crowd have noticed who it is... and some cannot believe it...

Suddenly Mr. Freeze by Slayer hits and the light's hit the ring, where Timmons and Stown had stood... Timmons has now disappeared into the crowd... and Stown stands in the middle of the ring wondering where he's going.

The crowd then suddenly go absolutely bananas when Eddie Freeze is stood at the top of the stage, blowing through the fog, which looks absolutely freezing... Freeze comes halfway down the ramp as the crowd are still going nuts... and Freeze raises his arms in a god like fashion...

Mike Daniels:
Oh my god... is that snow?

Jason Styles:
Jesus! Thats snow... inside... a building?

Mike Daniels:
I havent seen anything like this before in my life!!!!

Jason Styles:
It's really cold!!!

Snow begins to cover the ring... and Stown stares almost half conciously at Eddie Freeze. Stown high-tails it out of the arena, the same direction that Timmons had left...

Mike Daniels:
Eddie Freeze is back!!!

Freeze walks into the ring... and signals that he wants the Intercontinental championship back...

The crowd go insane as we go backstage for an interview with new Xtreme Champion - Mark Marvin.

Chris Knoxx:
I'm backstage with the new Xtreme Champion Mark Marvin

Mark Marvin:
It's a pleasure to be here...

Knoxx:
First question Mark... do you think you cheated to win the Xtreme Championship?

Mark Marvin: (Laughing)
Cheat? Did you not hear Timmons earlier tonight? He said nothing is ruled as illegal... nothing is cheating... with this belt, there is no such thing as cheating!!!

Knoxx:
So next week... when you have a rematch for the title... as it's obviously in the clause... do you expect anyone to come down unexpectedly, and try to steal your... new, Xtreme championship?

Mark Marvin:
I expect anything, I'm always on the ball... and I will never lose this championship!!! Everyone must learn to resp...

Smack! A chair hits the back of Mark Marvin's head... as Marvin hits the deck, Jimmy Tuno turns up behind him...

Jimmy Tuno:
Did'ja think ya got ridda me that easy? Think again, you don't expect anythin', and the only ball you'll be on, is the one on the end of ma' boot!

Knoxx stares on in awe, and signals for the medics to come and help out Marvin.

Gair
02-19-2007, 10:23 PM
The Jesters are backstage, just behind the curtain area... Thomas is a little shaken up by the whole thing that happened earlier, and Eddie and Scott are a little peeved at not winning the Tag Titles but not so much annoyed at Thomas for it, as they know it was Timmons' fault.

Scott:
What you going to do now man?

James:
Get myself out into that ring, because whether it was Timmons or not... I'm going to face whatever comes to me inside that ring... Here goes nothing!

"Paint it Black" hits the speakers, as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. James "DeathTrap Whitman comes out, with his title on his shoulder and a huge smile.

He walks down to the ring, slapping some hands and shaking some.

He enters the ring and asks for a mic, which is given to him by Sascha.

James:
Well, well, well...

The fans cheer.

James:
I've got good news, and I've got bad news. The good news is, I am your new WCE heavyweight champion!

The crowd cheers..

James:
The bad news is, everybody wants this title. I'm a marked man. The hunter has become the hunted. Personally, I prefer doing things man to man, knowing what's going on, not having to watch my back all the time. But hey, that's life. Anyways, I've been told by some people that I don't deserve this. So you know what? I want whoever's in the back that thinks he deserves this title more than me to come out here and face me, right now!

Silence dawns upon the arena...

James:
Come on! Surely there has to be someone out there!!!

Suddenly, It's On by Korn hit's the speakers... and out runs Ryan Teal, much to the hatred of the fans.

Ryan:
Jim, Jim, Jim... Guess what! I want your title!

The crowd hiss and boo inhesitantly...

Ryan:
Ignore these fans... they know they want to see... me versus you... for that World Heavyweight Championship that you hold above your head...

A chorus of booing echoes around the arena yet again...

1945 by Social Distortion hits the speakers...

Mike Daniels:
We've heard that music already tonight...

Jason Styles:
Whats Dan Stown doing back here?

Dan Stown stands on the stage with Ryan Teal, with a mic... staring down the ramp at James Whitman and then looks disgustedly at Teal...

Dan Stown:
I was informed that Eddie Freeze had left the building... and before you all start... I am not scared of that... that... FREAK! I'm here to tell you both... that none of you will be walking away with that title come the next big event... because James... baby... I'm coming after you, so I can become... the ICO...

James:
Shut the hell up! I've had enough of your egotistical crap!!!

I Devise My Own Demise by Papa Roach hits the speakers... as Jamie Noxx and Paul Timmons stand on stage between Teal and Stown...

Mike Daniels and Jason Styles:
AGAIN?! I know he runs the show, but he doesnt have to be everywhere the cameras go!

Paul Timmons:
Tell you all what!!! Next week... in that very ring the World Heavyweight Championship will not be up for grabs... but it will be "The Real Deal" Ryan Teal... one of my favourites... going up against one of the maddest most sadistic guys in this sport... Dan Stown... for the Number 1 Contendership and James "Deathtrap" Whitman will be the Speacial Guest referee... NOW HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES!

His music hits again, and Timmons, with Noxx, leaves the stage area. Teal is being stared down by Stown... as Teal taunts him by pretending to shiver... Whitman stands smiling, obviously with something up his sleeve...

Mike Daniels:
What a great main event for next week folks... be sure to join us!!!

Jason Styles:
Goodnight Everybody!

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