Wrestler Stats IWF Record: 27-12-1 Alignment: In Between
Subject: Battle Grounds XXXIII: The Black Crusade re-born Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:44 pm
The IWF Ring is suddenly shown in the middle of the screen. In the middle of the ring stands four men. Rick Christian stands in the forefront, holding a microphone, while Stygian, Dark Archangel and Craig Hemming all stand slightly behind him. Rick Christian has a massive grin on his face as he slowly brings the mic up to his lips
Rick Christian Ladies and gentlemen…I told you last week that this week I would have a massive announcement…an announcement that would shake the foundations of this industry down to its very core. Ladies and gentlemen…I give you the four men who are setting out on a vendetta…the four men who are sworn brothers bound by a mutual goal…the four men who are on a crusade…a Black Crusade if you will…
Rick Christian turns and his smile widens as he nods at Stygian, who shifts the IWF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and nods his head in response
Rick Christian Ladies and gentlemen…I give to you…The Black Crusade!
Rick Christian bows his head as the crowd boo’s the men loudly
“Kill me with a beat”
The sound of “Do You Call My Name?” by Ra blasts out of the house PA system as the fans leap to their feet. Corey Casey walks out from backstage, being flanked by Robbie Hart, James Shark, and Ruben Ricardo Leon. Corey Casey has a microphone in his hands and he is clapping sarcastically. After a moment, he slowly brings the microphone up to his mouth
Corey Casey The Black Crusade eh? That’s cute. Did you come up with that name as a way to convince Stygian to set aside his pride and join up with a Death-Angel knock-off, a roided out freak, and the man who clearly has the biggest mouth but smallest set of testacles in all of IWF?
Rick Christian lifts his head and runs over to the ring ropes
Rick Christian Fuck you Casey!
Corey Casey laughs as he shakes his head
Corey Casey Rick, you spineless, gutless ass clown, listen up…it doesn’t matter that you somehow got Craig “RRL’s Bitch” Hemming to join you and Dark Archangel’s little boy band. It doesn’t matter that you managed to get Stygian to join up…wait…how DID you manage to get Stygian to join your little group? Never mind, it’s not important…the key thing that you need to realize here, Rick, is this…
Corey Casey extends his arms, motioning to the other members of Upper Limit
Corey Casey Upper Limit is the most powerful collection of superstars that IWF has to offer. Upper Limit consists of members who have all been former world champions…superstars who have seen it all and done it all in this industry. We have the son of a legend, we have a Mexican legend, we have the Baddest Man ON THE PLANET! Not to mention, yours truly. Rick…it doesn’t matter who you got to stand against us…because it won’t be enough!
The group applauds as a confident smirk appears on Corey Casey’s face. In the ring, Rick Christian shakes his head and begins to chuckle softly
Rick Christian Casey…Casey…Casey…you know, I’m kind of disappointed in you. You come out here and tell the world that Upper Limit is “united?” That Upper Limit is too powerful to be stopped? You may have a group consisting of former world champions…but that doesn’t mean that all your “former world champions” are loyal to you or each other…
A confused look appears on Corey Casey’s face. James Shark walks over to Corey Casey and motions for CC to give him the mic
James Shark Yo, Christian…you are out of your damn mind homie! We all ride or die to the end! Believe dat!
Rick Christian continues to shake his head
Rick Christian Shark, this doesn’t concern you. But don’t you worry…I will make sure you get what’s coming to you soon enough. But tonight, I prove my point. Tonight, I prove that Upper Limit isn’t as united as they would have the world believe. Tonight, in the main event, I think that we should see just how united Upper Limit truly is…
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, in this very ring, in the main event…we are going to see the IWF High Impact Champion Robbie Hart in action…against…Ruben Ricardo Leon!
Ruben Ricardo Leon and Robbie Hart briefly exchange glances.
Rick Christian And to make sure that everything is called right down the middle and that Upper Limit is unable to get involved in any sort of capacity…I’m going to appoint a man that has a shimmering record of honorable competition as the special guest referee. I am going to appoint a man who has worked his way to the top of the mountain by combining his brute strength and cunning wit…Stygian!
The camera zooms in on Stygian, who has a confident smile on his face. He shifts the IWF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder as he reaches out and takes the mic from Rick Christian
Stygian Don’t worry boys…I’ll call this match right…down…the middle
The camera zooms in on Stygian’s face for a moment before cutting to the intro video package
The scene then cuts to the Battle Grounds logo
LIVE from the Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana
Fire explodes out of the four ring corners, and fireworks begin exploding up either side of the ramp before sending a massive fireworks display on the stage. A jet of flame erupts on the stage, reaching up to the screen, where the IWF Phoenix logo appears. The camera pans across the crowd, taking in some of their signs.
“PUTCHA $ ON JFRESH!” “MASON OR MASSACRE!” “KHard > EVERYONE!” “VIKINGS VOTE FOR JOHAN!” “Rosalie is the Rose of my eye!” “Raikenza Graffiti fan!” “> supports vandalism” “TROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT…” “…GENTLEY DOWN THE STREAM!” “HAVE HART!”
The camera then pans over to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars sitting behind the announcer’s table
Rick- Welcome folks, to a raucous Conseco Fieldhouse here in Indianapolis, Indiana!
Matt- I don’t know how you can be in such a good mood right now
Rick- Why wouldn’t I be?
Matt- Because CC essentially said you had no balls…so you booked a match between RRL and Robbie Hart?
Rick- Haha. Don’t worry my stoned compatriot…my master plan will be revealed before the end of the evening…believe that!
The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a second round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…
“The Immigrant Song” by Karen O with Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross blasts out of the house PA system and Johan Alfredsson walks out from backstage
Heather Thompson- From Stockholm, Sweeden,,,Weighing in at 233 Pounds…Johan Alfredsson!
Rick- And here comes the #4 seed in this Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…The New Age Viking himself…Johan Alfredsson!
Matt- Johan had an impressive win over Alison Williams last week, let’s see if he can ride his new found momentum into the third round!
Rick- VIKINGS FTW!
Matt- FTW!
Johan Alfredsson walks down the entrance ramp and hops up onto the ring apron. Johan Alfredsson then ducks into the ring and pounds his chest three times before lifting his clenched fists to the sky
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWW
Drums beat loudly and lights change color each beat and Sean Libby comes out at the last beat
Heyy Miss Murder can I? Heyy Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I Take my life? Hooo
Libby raises his hands in the air and walking down the ramp smiling cockly
Heather Thompson- From Framingham Massachusetts…Weighing in at 197 Pounds…Sean Libby!
Rick- Sean Libby had a damn impressive win against Beno last week, Matt
Matt- That he did Rick. But still….something seems…not right with Sean Libby these days
Rick- I like LIBBEH’S newfound attitude!
Matt- You would…
Rick- Hey, if it gets the job done…no one can argue with the methods if the result is the job getting done!
Hey Miss Murder can I? HEY Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I Take My life? Hooo
Libby hops onto the side of ring
Which is the look? They shook?
Libby jumps over the ropes to enter the ring
And heavens bow before him Simply a look, can break, your heart
Libby walks to the bottom right turnbuckle and looks at the crowd smirking
The stars that pierce the sky He left them all behind Were left to wonder why? He left us all behind?!
Libby jumps off the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes and humps the rope and shouts at the crowd
Heyy Miss Murder can I? Heyy Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I? Take my life? Hooo
Libby gets off the ropes and walks to the center of the ring
Ho
The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase: Second Round #4 Johan Alfredsson [vs.] #5 Sean Libby
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Sean Libby runs at Johan Alfredsson and leaps into the air, looking to connect a flying forearm. Johan Alfredsson ducks at the last second, causing Sean Libby to sail over Johan Alfredsson. Sean Libby tucks and rolls and then springs to his feet. Sean Libby then leaps into the air as soon as he gets close enough to the ropes. Sean Libby lands on the second rope and springs off of it, executing a moonsault in mid-air. Sean Libby sails over Johan Alfredsson and hooks Johan Alfredsson’s neck as he flies over him. Sean Libby then lands on his feet with Johan Alfredsson locked in the reverse DDT position
Rick- Impressive high flying start to this match…
Matt- And Sean Libby looks to be in the driver’s seat!
Sean Libby winks at the camera. All of a sudden, Johan Alfredsson delivers two sharp, powerful elbows to Sean Libby’s mid-section, causing Sean Libby to release his hold on Johan Alfredsson. Johan Alfredsson then quickly turns around and wraps his arms around Sean Libby’s waits. Johan Alfredsson then lifts Sean Libby up and drills Sean Libby with a Northern Lights Suplex which Johan Alfredsson immediately bridges into a pin attempt
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Sean Libby, using only his legs, pushes up out of the pin attempt, causing the ref to stop counting
Rick- Beautiful counter by Johan Alfredsson
Matt- This is going to be a fun match between two high fliers!
Sean Libby lashes out and punches Johan Alfredsson in the stomachtwice, causing Johan Alfredsson to loosen his grip on Sean Libby. Sean Libby then takes off and sprints to the opposite side of the ring. Johan Alfredsson stumbles back a few steps until he is close to the rings on the other side of the ring. Sean Libby then comes running back at Johan Alfredsson and, when he gets close enough, Sean Libby leaps into the air. Johan Alfredsson ducks down, looking to send Sean Libby flying over the top rope. Instead of toppling outside of the ring, Sean Libby lands back first across the top rope. Sean Libby bounces back into the ring, hooking Johan Alfredsson’s head in the DDT position. Sean Libby then spikes Johan Alfredsson skull first into the canvas
Rick- That was AWESOME!
Matt- Holy shit dude!
Sean Libby rolls over and quickly attempts to pin Johan Alfredsson
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Johan Alfredsson kicks out
Rick- Amazing back and forth action between these two competitors
Matt- IWF: where our opening matches are as good as our main event matches…SOMETIMES BETTER!
Sean Libby shakes his head and slowly gets to his feet. Sean Libby leans down and picks up Johan Alfredsson. Sean Libby Irish whips Johan Alfredsson to the ring ropes. Johan Alfredsson hits the ring ropes on the other side and comes running back towards Sean Libby. Johan Alfredsson ducks down when he gets close enough to Sean Libby and rolls up the front of Sean Libby. Johan Alfredsson grabs the back of Sean Libby’s head and drives Sean Libby face first into the canvas
Rick- I don’t even know what to call that move!
Matt- Remember, I called it…this match is epic!
Johan Alfredsson looks down at Sean Libby. Johan Alfredsson then turns and quickly climbs up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Johan Alfredsson then leaps backwards off the top rope, looking to connect a moonsault double foot stomp. At the least moment, Sean Libby rolls out of the way. Johan Alfredsson lands on his feet though and executes a standing backflip. However, Sean Libby rolls out of the way again, causing Johan Alfredsson to come crashing down on his chest
Rick- ROLL LIBBEH, ROLL!
Matt- Looks like LIBBEH paid attention during fire safety awareness week!
Sean Libby kips up to his feet and leans backwards, pressing his back into the corner turnbuckle. Sean Libby grabs the top rope and begins stomping down on the canvas
Rick- It looks like LIBBEH is calling for the end here…
Matt- Irish Shot is on the way!
Johan Alfredsson slowly gets to his feet. As soon as he does, Sean Libby lunges forward, looking to connect a superkick. Johan Alfredsson ducks underneath the superkick. Sean Libby quickly turns around and is immediately hoisted up onto Johan Alfredsson’s shoulders. Johan Alfredsson spins Sean Libby around into the fireman’s carry position before throwing Sean Libby up into the air and driving Sean Libby down with a backbreaker. Johan Alfredsson doesn’t let Sean Libby go and, instead, lifts Sean Libby up and then powers Sean Libby down with a Styles Clash
Rick- Welcome to Asgard!
Matt- It’s over!
Johan Alfredsson drops down and pins Sean Libby
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The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Advancing to the third round of the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Johan Alfredsson!
Johan Alfredsson slowly gets to his feet and holds his wrists up in the sky
Rick- Johan did it!
Matt- Johan is going to advance to the third round!
Rick- Let’s not forget, the winners of next week’s BFTB Tournament matches will go on to compete for the coveted briefcase at Nowhere to Run!
The camera zooms in on Johan Alfredsson for a moment before the show cuts to commercial
The show comes back from commercial to show the back parking lot area of the IWF arena. You can hear the muffled chatter from the road outside the arena. The parking lot is somewhat dim due to the shorting and flickering of the lights overhead. As the camera pans around and zooms out to regain focus you can hear the sound of tires rolling up, and a rhythmic bump booming from a stereo system. As the camera focuses, you notice a white G35 Infiniti coupe with chrome rims, and black tint slicked across all windows. The music fades down as the Infiniti parks. The lights shut down as the car is shut off.
The parking lot is silent once again for a moment, until you hear the sound of the Infiniti car door opening. The camera zooms in more, and regains focus. You can't really make out who the person is as of yet, but you can tell they have cornrows, as they hang out of the back of his skully. The person leans back into the car and reaches for something. The person pulls out a black gym bag, and turns toward the camera. He hoists the gym bag over his shoulder with one arm, and closes the door to the Infiniti with the other. He points at the camera, and then nods his head to the air. Pressing the alarm on his car flicks the headlights to let him know it's locked. He then walks around from the side of the car into the walkway of the parking lot.
This unknown person is wearing a black skully, a black Carhartt jacket with a army fatigued bubble vest over it, a pair of baggy black denim jeans, and a pair of black Coogi boots. He starts to walk through the parking lot toward the entrance to the back of the arena. The man signals for the cameraman to follow him. Refocusing his lense the cameraman proceeds to follow.
As they get to the back door of the arena, the man looks at the camera, and gives a very menacing look to the camera.
Sho’ No Mercy It's S.N.M baby, time to show the world what time it is'!
S.N.M and the cameraman enter the arena, and begin to journey through the IWF backstage area. After walking through a narrow hallway, they go through another door, and enter a room with a big clearing. In this clearing is various supplies for the arena. There is a few IWF superstars out here talking. S.N.M walks past the water jugs set up for the superstars incase they're thirsty. As he walks past this, two people are coming through a linked hallway talking, almost bumping into S.N.M.
You realise that the two people are James Shark, and Corey Casey. S.N.M and James Shark lock eyes, and then size eachother up for a second. James Shark looks at Corey Casey for a second, and then connects eyes with S.N.M again. James Shark finally breaks the silence.
James Shark Ay yo, what da' hell you lookin' at man?
S.N.M looks at James Shark and bites his lip. S.N.M lets off a little chuckle, and then walks out of the cameras view. The cameraman, more eager to hear what the two members of Upper Limit are going to say, stays with Corey Casey and James Shark.
James Shark Yo, who was dat'? Who da hell does dat' muth--
James Shark is interrupted by Corey Casey before he's about to drop the 'F' bomb. A small smile appears on his face as he chuckles softly
Corey Casey That right there, is either gonna' be competition... or a star in the making.
The camera view is then shut off from backstage, and brought back out to the IWF audience which is jam packed. The fans are on their feet, and you can see flickering lights from fans taking pictures with their camera. All of a sudden the speakers turn on to a faint static. Then the voice of Rick Ross is heard.
AMBITION IS A WAY OF LIFE... IT'S A MIND SET... FOLLOW ME...
"Tat's On My Arm" by Wale ft, Rick Ross begins to play. S.N.M steps out through the entrance to the ring area.
TAT'S ALL ON MY ARM... YA BITCH ALL ON MY MIND I GOT STACKS ALL IN MY CHARM, MY GOLD ROLLY' TELL TIME... IT'S MY AMBITION NIGGA!! (That's My Ambition Nigga) I'M JUST SO GIFTED NIGGA!! (Look Where Dat' Shit Ill' Get Ya)
S.N.M with duffle bag still around his shoulder nods his head to the beat, and the fans begins to cheer. S.N.M walks down the entrance ramp with a hard type street walk.
Heather Thompson- Ladies and gentlemen…Making his way to the ring at this time…From Hollywood, California…Sho’No Mercy!
Rick- Show no…what?!
Matt- Haha I love it!
I GOT TAT'S ALL ON MY ARM... THESE DREADS ALL IN MY EYES I PUT THESE POEMS ALL IN MY SONGS, FOR THAT PAPER IMA' GRIND... IT'S MY AMBITION NIGGA!!
S.N.M walks up the steps to the ring, takes a look around for the first time at the IWF audience and arena, almost admiring it for a second. He then steps into the ring, and begins to pace around the ring, still nodding his head to the music.
"I aint with the talking, see I'm just tryna focus Cause the loudest nigga in the room is usually the brokest"
S.N.M walks to the corner of the ring by the announce table, and finally puts his gym bag down. He waves the bellkeeper for a microphone. After being handed the microphone, S.N.M paces a couple more steps. S.N.M puts the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak as the music fades out
Sho’ No Mercy IWF, you already know the deal, an' if you don't know the deal... expect to know it real soon. S.N.M is in the buildin', and it's my time to show yall what I got. Shit, I been through too much, but I ain't even gonna' get into all dat'. What I am gonna' get into is tellin' yall exactly what my ambition is! My ambition is to show half of these soft ass superstars back there that I'm da' man. Either ya' gonna' love the kid, or ya' gonna' hate me? To me, all dat' really doesn't matta', but what does matta is who's first, and then who's next. Book me in a match, an guarenteed I'll whoop' a nigga' ass!! Straight up!
From now on, when you see me, it's no games. I show no respect, i show no fear, but most of all I Show No Mercy. I watched the PPV an' I seen B Mac lose his career in the main event. Then I signed the dotted line, cause ya' know... It's out wit' the old, an' in wit' the new. Ima' new breed... actually a dyin' breed. Ya' ain't gonna' find noone reala'. There is noone dat' gets the job done like me. I challange anyone, an' I'm ready to end careers! Wit all that said, I'm gonna' pick up my bag, toss dis' mic outta' the ring, and go get a locker. Anyone gotta' problem tonight, I'll be in the back... I won't be too hard to find. Ya digg?
After sayin that "Tat's On My Arm" begins to play from the speakers once more. S.N.M walks over to his gym bag, and proceeds to do exactly what he just said. He hoists the bag over his shoulder once again, and tosses the microphone out of the ring. S.N.M begins to duck out of the ring when “Breathe Into Me” by Red blasts out of the house PA system
Rick- What the hell?
Matt- What is going on here?
Alessandra slowly walks out from backstage carrying a notebook. Alessandra locks eyes with Sho’No Mercy and smiles as she opens her notebook and jots a few things down
Rick- What is Alessandra doing?
Matt- She’s taking notes duh!
Sho’No Mercy narrows his eyes as Alessandra finishes writing some stuff down in her notebook. She then closes her notebook and, without saying anything, turns and walks backstage
Rick- That was…weird…
Matt- Alessandra, one of IWF’s newest female competitors, is just trying to get the lay of the land as it were!
Sho’No Mercy tosses his bag out of the ring and then bails out of the ring. Sho’No Mercy is walking up the ramp when “Gear Jammer” by George Thorogood and the Destroyers blasts out of the house PA system. Libra then walks out from backstage
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a second round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…From Aylmer, Quebec, Canada…Weighing in at 250 Pounds…Libra!
Rick- Well, the show must go on as they say
Matt- Indeed it does, Rick!
Libra and Sho’No Mercy walk past each other on the entrance ramp. Libra starts pulling at his hair as he looks SNM up and down
Libra Show no mercy…shomomercy…show YOU no mercy…show DEATH NO MERCY! HAHAHA!
Sho’No Mercy Bitch you crazy
Sho’No Mercy walks past Libra and goes backstage. Libra slowly makes his way down to the ring and hops up on the ring apron before ducking into the ring
Rick- Well…I hope SNM doesn’t judge IWF too harshly after the first three people he met here were James Shark, Corey Casey and Libra…
Matt- What are you talking about? That’s a FANTASTIC welcome wagon!
Libra ducks into the ring and immediately walks over to one of the corner turnbuckles and begins to whisper quickly to himself under his breath
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
The lights go down for a moment, and there is a moment of silence as the pyrotechnics begin a low, steady burn at the edge of the stage. Suddenly, the opening strains of Flameheart blast over the speakers, and the flames erupt into high gouts of flame, and in the light it’s revealed that a white-cloaked Rosalie Knight is there in center of the stage, kneeling on one knee with her forehead pressed to the hilt of a large prop sword.
Heather Thompson- From Louisburg, North Carolina…Weighing in at 150 Pounds…Rosalie Knight!
Rick- Do you feel it in the air, Matt?
Matt- Feel what, Rick?
Rick- This match has that “big match” feel to it! I can’t wait!
Matt- A majority of these BFTB tournament matches have been extremely impressive!
About the fourth measure of the song (and the third eruption of flames), she rises to her feet and pulls back the hood of the white cloak slowly. She lifts the sword high and shouts out a long, wordless battle cry, turning so that the fans can see her warrior spirit and join in. She begins to chant “knight! Knight!” as she crosses from one end of the stage to another while the music drops in volume, but picks up in tempo and intensity. Once the crowd is roaring, she strides confidently down the ramp, not too fast, with the spotlight following her and her cloak billowing out behind her. She carries the sword low and ready, a symbol of the fight that faces her and her will to win. She reaches the ring and hands off her sword, removes her cloak and hands it off as well, and drops to one knee there in her corner, the same pose in which she started, in time with the final beat of the music. The lights return. The ref nods at both competitors before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase: Second Round #6 Libra [vs.] #3 Rosalie Knight
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
As soon as the bell rings, Libra charges out of the corner directly at Rosalie Knight. Instead of backing down though, Rosalie Knight runs directly at Libra. Libra swings wildly, looking for a big clothesline, but Rosalie Knight ducks under the clothesline attempt and runs to the ropes on the other side of the ring. As soon as she gets close enough, Rosalie Knight leaps into the air and lands on the second rope. Rosalie Knight then springs backwards, executing a picture perfect moonsault, before landing with her ankles wrapped around Libra’s neck.
Rick- What is Rosie doing?
Matt- Something badass I’m sure!
Rosalie Knight spins around in circles, causing Libra’s feet to move around in a circle as well. Just as Rosalie Knight and Libra are moving their fastest, Rosalie Knight ducks forward, sending Libra flipping forwards, sending Libra across the ring
Rick- Beautiful move
Matt- I told you!
Libra flips through the air but, instead of landing roughly on his back, he over rotates and manages to land on his feet. Libra quickly turns around and sees Rosalie Knight slowly getting to her feet. Rosalie Knight holds her head, still a little dizzy from spinning around so many times. Libra quickly rushes in, looking to connect a spear. At the last second, Rosalie Knight leaps into the air and lands on Libra’s back. Rosalie Knight hooks her legs under Libra’s armpits and spins forward, landing with her legs pinning Libra’s shoulders to the canvas
Rick- Pinning combination!
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Libra lets out a mighty scream before shoving Rosalie Knight off of him
Rick- Libra kicking out with authority
Matt- Libra scares the hell out of me, Rick…the guy is mentally unhinged…
Rick- Not to mention that he is willingly calling out Death-Angel every single chance he gets…
Rosalie Knight rolls backwards and springs to her feet. Rosalie Knight runs forward, looking to connect a dropkick to Libra, who is slowly beginning to sit upright. Libra reaches out and smacks Rosalie Knight’s feet away, causing Rosalie Knight to fall roughly to the canvas
Rick- Wow…
Matt- An impressive display of power right there by Libra
Rick- Remember, Matt…Libra has 150 pounds on poor Rosie
Libra quickly gets to his feet. Libra leans down and drags Rosalie Knight up to a vertical basis. Libra then kicks Rosalie Knight in the stomach, doubling her over. Libra then reaches out and grabs Rosalie Knight and hoists her up in the air. Libra then tosses Rosalie Knight over his head with a fallaway slam
Rick- Jesus Christ…
Matt- Rosie is in a bit of a rough spot here…
Rick- The raw power of Libra is almost frightening!
Libra rolls over and pushes himself up to his feet. Libra scurries across the canvas over to Rosalie Knight and quickly climbs on top of her back. Libra then sits up on Rosalie Knight’s back and wraps his arms under her chin, locking Rosalie Knight in a camel clutch
Rick- Camel clutch submission move applied here
Matt- I didn’t know Libra KNEW any submission moves!
Rosalie Knight screams out in pain as Libra cranks up the pressure on the hold. Libra nods his head vigorously as a big smile appears on his face. Libra rears back even more, causing Rosalie Knight’s back to bend at an unnatural angle
Rick- Libra seems to be enjoying inflicting pain…
Matt- Have you tried to talk to the guy? LIBRA IS BATSHIT CRAZY!
Libra suddenly cocks his head back, pausing for a moment, before bringing it crashing down, colliding heads with Rosalie Knight. Libra laughs hysterically as he headbutts Rosalie Knight twice more
Rick- As if the camel clutch wasn’t bad enough…LIBRA IS HEADBUTTING HER NOW!
Matt- Libra is willingly scrambling his brains to…wait…does Libra even have any brains left to scramble?!
Rick- I don’t know Matt, why don’t you go ask him?
Libra delivers one more crushing headbutt to Rosalie Knight before releasing the camel clutch submission hold and climbing to his feet. Libra then leans down and drags Rosalie Knight up to a vertical basis. Libra then reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Rosalie Knight’s neck. Libra narrows his eyes, taking in Rosalie Knight’s features
Rick- Libra measuring Rosalie Knight here…
Matt- Are you sure he’s measuring her in the way that you’re thinking he’s measuring her…
All of a sudden the lights in the arena go off for a moment. When they turn back on, Libra suddenly finds himself gripping Death-Angel by the throat
Rick- WHAT?!
Matt- DEATH-ANGEL!
Libra’s eyes grow wide as he begins to laugh hysterically
Libra I GOT DEATH BY THE THROAT! I GOT DEATH IN MY HAND!
Libra tries to lift Death-Angel up to chokeslam him but Death-Angel stands stock still. Libra tries as hard as he possibly can to lift Death-Angel up, but Death-Angel simply laughs as he shakes his head. The lights in the arena go off once more and, when they turn back on, Libra is lying in a heap in the middle of the canvas, blood slowly oozing out of his mouth
Rick- What just happened?!
Matt- I have no idea…but I think that’s the point! The ref didn’t see shit so he can’t disqualify Rosalie!
Rosalie Knight looks down at the blood oozing from Libra’s mouth and quickly looks around. She shrugs her shoulders and crawls over to Libra and drapes her arm over Libra’s motionless form
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Libra manages to kick out at the last second
Rick- HOW THE HELL…?!
Matt- Libra SOMEHOW manages to kick out at the last possible second!
Rosalie Knight shakes her head as a look of disbelief appears on her face. Meanwhile, Libra rolls over onto his stomach and coughs up some blood on the canvas, His eyes slowly widen as he sees a pool of his own blood forming in front of his very eyes. Without warning, Libra suddenly drops down and rubs his face in his own blood, smearing it all over his face
Rick-…
Matt- uuhhh…
Libra suddenly leaps to his feet and begins clapping. Rosalie Knight quickly regains her footing and runs right at Libra. Libra reaches out kicks Rosalie Knight in the gut as soon as she gets close enough. Libra then reaches out and grabs Rosalie Knight by the throat and lifts Rosalie Knight up in the military press position. Libra then drops Rosalie Knight down so that she is sitting on Libra’s shoulders
Rick- Uh oh…
Matt- Skitzo Spike time…
Libra brings Rosalie Knight forward, looking to spike Rosalie Knight’s skull off the canvas, but Rosalie Knight manages to roll through. Rosalie Knight grabs Libra’s leg and slides between his legs. Rosalie Knight then rips Libra’s legs out from underneath him, locking him in a single legged Boston crab
Rick- Gorgeous counter!
Matt- And now Rosie has the upper hand!
Libra frantically crawls across the ring and manages to pull himself underneath the bottom ropes. Rosalie Knight allows Libra to fall out of the ring and fall to the ringside mats. Inside the ring, the ref begins to count
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Libra quickly reaches under the ring and grabs something, which is hidden from view
Rick- What the hell did Libra just grab?
Matt- I don’t know…but I get the feeling that we’re about to find out…
Rosalie Knight walks over to the ring ropes and sticks her head out between the second and third rope. Libra suddenly leaps to his feet and forces a mask over Rosalie Knight’s head. Rosalie Knight stumbles backwards, clawing at the mask on her head
Rick- What the fuck?!
Matt- THAT’S A DEATH-ANGEL MASK!
Libra leaps to his feet and hops up on the ring apron. Rosalie Knight, still trying to desperately get the mask off of her head, stumbles too close to the ropes and Libra. Libra reaches out and grabs Rosalie Knight. Libra lifts Rosalie Knight up and places her on his shoulders
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Rick- Wait…
Matt- Libra wouldn’t…
Libra slowly turns around as an insane smile spreads across his face, the blood coating his teeth and lips making the smile that much more grotesque. Libra points at the announcer’s table and screams to the high heavens
Rick- Uh Matt…it’s that time again…
Matt- Right!
Rick Christian and Matt Biggars quickly throw off their headsets aside and jump over the security barricade. Just as Libra is about to leap off of the ring apron, the lights in the arena go out. After a few moments they turn back on and Death-Angel is seen standing behind Libra. Death-Angel reaches out and grabs Rosalie Knight and pulls her back into the ring, causing Libra to flip over the top rope. Death-Angel leans down and catches Libra’s legs as Libra flips back into the ring
Death-Angel stands straight up with Libra sitting atop his shoulders. Libra suddenly ducks his head down and spits a mouth full of blood into Death-Angel’s face. Death-Angel reaches up and begins to try and get the blood out of his eyes, allowing Libra to slide down Death-Angel’s back. Libra then grabs Death-Angel and throws Death-Angel out of the ring. Libra then turns around…just in time to see Rosalie Knight sailing through the air, looking to connect a springboard heelkick.
Libra ducks down at the last second, causing Rosalie Knight to sail over him. Libra then quickly stands up and catches Rosalie Knight, causing her to land on his shoulders. Libra then turns around and brings Rosalie Knight crashing down to the canvas with a Skitzo Spike
Rick- Skitzo Spike!
Matt- Good news! Libra didn’t spill anything on my seat!
Libra drops down and covers Rosalie Knight as the ref counts
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The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…advancing in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Libra!
Libra leaps to his feet and smiles widely, his blood caked teeth and dried blood on his chin making Libra’s face look like he just took a bite out of human flesh
Rick- Ugh…
Matt- A face only a mother could love…
Libra walks over to the ring ropes and looks out of the ring…but Death-Angel is nowhere to be seen
Libra NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE! I’M GOING TO BLOODY YOU, BEAT YOU...MAKE SURE YOU DON'T SURVIVE!
Rick- Uh…
Matt- I think Libra just challenged Death-Angel to a match at Nowhere to Run
The camera zooms in on Libra’s insanely smiling face before cutting to the back
The camera cuts to the back where Corey Casey is shown walking with a woman who is wearing a trench coat and sunglasses with a shawl tied tightly around her head
Corey Casey Trust me…you’re going to be safe here
The woman sighs as she and Corey Casey enter the Upper Limit locker room. James Shark and Robbie Hart both glance at the door
Robbie Hart What’s up Jess?
The woman takes off her sunglasses and her shawl, revealing the face of Jessica Matthews
Jessica Matthews Corey…I don’t know about this…
Corey Casey Trust me, you’re safe here. The kids are safely in Memphis with Chris, not to mention that I hired the best security team money can buy…which just left you to protect…
Corey Casey jerks his head in the direction of James Shark and Robbie Hart
Corey Casey I trust Upper Limit to not only have my back, but to protect you as well. Dark Archangel won’t be able to touch you
Jessica Matthews Alright…if you say so…
The camera zooms in on Jessica Matthew’s face for a moment before the scene slowly fades to commercial
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^^^How Bambi should’ve ended…
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Subject: Re: Battle Grounds XXXIII: The Black Crusade re-born Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:53 pm
{The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Rocket Skates" by the Deftones flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is mixed seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the middle buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring. He then backs into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.} Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the number eight seed in the Battle for the Briefcase, Kevin Hardaway!
Rick – Kevin has his work cut out for him tonight, as he’s gonna have to beat the number two seed James Shark
Matt – Yeah there’s no way this guy’s gonna beat ma boi Sharky
This one right here is for the Riot Makers! The moshers! The stompers! The jailbreakers! We gon start this shit off right! We got JFRESH in the house tonight! We gon start this shit off right! We got Sharkys Angels in the house tonight!
James Shark walks out of the curtains nodding his head. He stands in the center and begins to flex and spot out girls from the crowd, eyeing and winking at them.
I dont know why they keep pumping its something Maybe in the music when it be pumping its crunk and its hella haterific Throw your panties in the air cuz Sharks match is about to air When its over its looking bloody and satanistic Niggas from everywhere listen to me when I be talkin shit Im turbulent, some get nervous when I wreck arenas Match promoters in Honolulu dont wanna see me Cause they say Samoans will get knocked the fuck out.
James Shark walks a few steps down the ramp but again stops, this time to pose for the cameras flashing off his confident smile.
Heather Thompson – And his opponent, the number two seed in the tournament, the baddest negro on the planet, Mr. James Shark!
RIOT MAKER!, thats if you dont know... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, they mosh at my shows... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, and I come out swinging... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, I dont give a damn about nothing!
James Shark stops and continues to walk down the ramp, he makes it to the front of the ring, he walks around it eyeing the reff giving him a dirty look.
Back on cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre all of the soldiers who got gone on that day All my people's thats sitting in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spitting? Fuck the law and the government they'll hem yo ass up They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb Bet you find out, when you bind out, when you bond out you can be free if you money long Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy In Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital Bet when Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playing.. This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! Cause I'm a..
James Shark gets to where the announce table is and begins to talk shit to the announce crew before making his way over to the stairs and climbing up towards the ring.
RIOT MAKER!, thats if you dont know... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, they mosh at my shows... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, and I come out swinging... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, I dont give a damn about nothing!
James Shark gets into the ring and continues to eye down the reff, he bumbs into him hard almost causing the reff to stumble over, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and again begins to eye the ladies in the crowd
Like you ain't know, we put it down like this Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi,groupies,doobies, fifths You Suzie Q's ain't no excuse for the sick So watch your tongue, if you’re whooping I’ll get to shootin’ over you and your bitch You just assume you tried the shoes, and they fit You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch Whether it's rapping dog, or moving them bricks I keep it gutter little homie, look my records, see I'm doing it thick As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star quality Blow indo with bitches thats naked... and watch your broad swallow me It’s only so long you can fake it.. so don't try ta follow me And still can't get back up on your feet... found right back where you ought to be I see you frowning cause Strange Music got it locked boy Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy It's really fuck a hata, smoke some weed, get your paper You can see me now or later, motherfucking Riot Maker.
James Shark jumps off the turnbuckle and begins to say some words to the reff, almost threatning him before going over to the turnbuckle across from him as the music fades away Rick – And the man of the hour, James Shark
Matt – Shark has been trashing Kevin all week through twitter. He’s got a chance to back it up in the ring tonight.
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Second Round #2 James Shark [vs] #8 Kevin Hardaway
[Ding Ding Ding!]
James Shark and Kevin Hardaway circle each other in the center of the ring. Kevin Hardaway tries to whip James Shark into the ropes, but James Shark reverses it. James Shark whips Kevin Hardaway into the ropes. Kevin Hardaway rebounds off the ropes and ducks under the big boot attempt by James Shark. Kevin Hardaway hits the other ropes and bounces off, taking James Shark to the ground with a big clothesline. Rick – Big clothesline there by Kevin
Matt – Come on Sharky, I put my money on you!
Kevin Hardaway tries to pick James Shark up, but James Shark stomps on his foot. Kevin Hardaway stumbles back and James Shark runs and pushes him into the corner turnbuckle. James Shark climbs to the second rope, perched over top of the head of Kevin Hardaway. James Shark begins to rain down punch after punch to the head of Kevin Hardaway. Rick – Shark looks pissed, he’s trying to back up all his talk
Matt – He’s doing a pretty good job of it too
Kevin Hardaway gets a burst of strength and manages to push James Shark off of him, sending him flying back onto the mat. Kevin Hardaway runs and drops a leg of James Shark’s head. Kevin Hardaway rolls over and hooks a leg of James Shark, as the referee makes the count. -1-
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James Shark easily powers out.
Matt – Wooo!
Kevin Hardaway stands up and stomps on James Shark, who eventually blocks one and rolls out of the way. He stands up and begins to kick Kevin Hardaway in the legs. James Shark grabs Kevin Hardaway and lifts him onto his shoulder. James Shark runs and smashes Kevin Hardaway back first into the turnbuckle, causing him to fall to the mat. James Shark drops down and grabs the head of Kevin Hardaway, before beginning to punch him in the face repeatedly. Rick – Shark is really giving Kevin’s head a beating right now
Matt – He’s backing up his talk with his fist. The way he knows best
Kevin Hardaway blocks a punch and manages to pull himself up to his feet. Kevin Hardaway kicks James Shark in the knee, causing him to stumble a bit. Kevin Hardaway hooks James Shark’s head and drops him to the mat with a DDT. Kevin Hardaway runs and springs off the second row, before flipping and landing across the chest of James Shark Rick – Wow, what a moonsault by Kevin, completely changing the momentum of this match!
Matt – That was a pretty sweet move, I’ll give him that one
Kevin Hardaway locks James Shark in a headlock sort of hold in the middle of the ring. James Shark slowly gets to his feet with Kevin Hardaway still holding onto his neck. James Shark jumps and falls backwards, landing right on top of Kevin Hardaway, breaking the headlock hold. Rick – Nice reversal there by James Shark
Matt – Using his brute strength. Even though he’s smaller, he’s one of the strongest guys here.
James Shark slowly stands to his feet, and ducks under a clothesline attempt by Kevin Hardaway. Kevin Hardaway turns around and is kicked in the stomach by a spinning back kick from James Shark. Kevin Hardaway bounces off of the ropes and moves back towards James Shark, who picks him up and smashes him down onto his back with a spinebuster. James Shark walks to the head area of Kevin Hardaway and jumps up in the air, before bringing a knee down onto the face of Kevin Hardaway. Rick – What a huge knee to the head of Sharky!
Matt – Kevin is doing some damage in this match
James Shark waits for Kevin Hardaway to stand up. When he does, James Shark grabs Kevin Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. Kevin Hardaway rebounds and ducks under a big boot by James Shark. Kevin Hardaway stops behind James Shark and turns around. He tries to punch James Shark, who blocks the punch and punches Kevin Hardaway in the face. Both men exchange punches in the middle of the ring. Rick – Neither man has the upper hand right now!
Matt – This is a surprisingly close match so far
Kevin Hardaway kicks James Shark in the gut, and picks him up on his shoulders. James Shark quickly rolls out the back and lands on his feet behind Kevin Hardaway. As Kevin Hardaway turns around, James Shark cocks his fist and swings. He connects with a huge right hook to the jaw of Kevin Hardaway, knocking him out cold. James Shark puts one foot on the chest of Kevin Hardaway. Rick – Swag out!
Matt – Woo Shark!
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[Ding Ding Ding!] Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and advancing to the semi finals of the Battle for the Briefcase tournament, James Shark!
Rick – Sharky moves on to fight Libra!
James Shark gets up to his one knee, and cocks a confident smile. As the reff walks over to try and lifts his hand up, he moves his arm away from the reff gesturing for the reff to not touch him. He stays on his one knee for a moment and looks over at the downed Kevin Hardaway. James Shark then gets up to his feet and puts his arms out as if telling the fans "I Told You So", he gets tossed a microphone and can't help but keep his smile intact. JAMES SHARK Well... well... well
James Shark takes a look over at Kevin Hardaway who is struggling to get up to his feet, he is dazed and it looks as if he doesn't know where he is. James Shark can't help but help Kevin Hardaway up to his feet. JAMES SHARK Nice bringing that ass dog.
He lifts Kevin up and nods his head at him, showing him a sign of respect. JAMES SHARK Now it's time for you to get steppin.
Kevin Hardaway slowly rolls out of the ring, as the fans show him support. James Shark begins to circle the ring, as he watches Kevin walk up the ramp. JAMES SHARK What can I fucking say? Talk shit, get hit? that's how the saying goes right? the rules change for James Shark cause James Shark talks the most shit, but James Shark never gets hit. I stand in the middle of this ring with ma clothes still looking nice, my swagger still intact, and my confidence higher than its ever been.
James nods his head in his own confidence as the fans cheer him on. JAMES SHARK Round three? Shit just got real cause I'm about to face some punk ass dude who thinks he hard.
James shrugged. JAMES SHARK Since when the hell was Libra relevant? oh that's right, since he defeated Rosalie. Rosalie is the biggest name this bitch has faced and that's just down right sad... embarrassing... and soft.
James shrugged once more, then turned towards to the camera. JAMES SHARK I was really looking to facing you Rosalie. You got lucky with ma gurl and you been puttin out mad excuses about why you lost the last time we faced each other. I don't like bitches who make excuses for they losses, and I don't like bitches who get lucky and get proud of it. You been talkin a whole lot of shit backstage before coming out to this ring. Sayin you gonna sandwich this, sandwich that, sandwich Libra.
Again James Shark shrugged. JAMES SHARK Libra done sandwiched you bitch. You got sandwiched by the ring and him, he pinned you one, two, fucking three. He done fucked you up. It's over for you hoe. You just got defeated by a dude who's below Pancake Pete on the rankings.... and Pancake Pete ain't even in the IWF no more!
James shook his head. JAMES SHARK Libra... get ready motherfucker. Round 3... it's on. It's fucking on.
James bit his lips smiling. JAMES SHARK Heavy Handed, Loud Mouthed, James Shark.
He began to beat his chest, he then faced the crowd.
JAMES SHARK That's me, that's who I am. Libra? It don't matter how well ya did in yo match, and it don't matter how well you did what you did. Rosalie Knight is no James Shark, Rosalie Knight was never significant nor relevant in this game. You the one who got yo hand raised which means you the one who's gonna be in deep water, the one who's gonna be Shark Bait. I'm on a mission, and I want my belt back... and that belt's coming back to me, regardless of what your weak curtain jacking ass got planned for this tournament.
James taunts the camera man as he slowly let the microphone drop to the floor. The show cuts to a video package of IWF’s upcoming tour.
The show returns to Heather Thompson standing in the ring.
Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final tournament match of the evening, introducing first, the number nine seed, Chad Mason!
“Save Me” hit’s the speakers, and the fans cheer wildly as Chad walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the audience, and makes his way down to the ring, stopping to high five a few of his younger fans, and give his number to some people. He stops when he approaches the ring, and removes his shades, placing them on the face of a young child in the front row, before running towards the ring and leaping to the apron, sliding on his knees. He climbs the outside of the corner, and raises his hands in his Lethal Imperative pose before vaulting himself over the top rope into the ring, smiling widely. Rick – Chad is going to get his ass kicked in this match. He’s a joke, and he’s fighting Chuck
Matt – Hey, Chad beat Chuck. In DEVASTATION!
Cast out the storm in my head I've tripped and fell in Caught in my conscience again I try to push it away
World to Burn by Rev Theory plays throughout the arena. The camera focuses on the jumbotron, where Chuck’s smirking face is seen, before it’s engulfed in a shadow, showing only his sunken eyes and wicked smile. The camera pans down to the entrance curtain for a moment.
Heather Thompson – And his opponent, the number one seed in the Battle for the Briefcase tournament, Chuck Matthews!
The camera continues to focus on the entrance curtain, waiting for Chuck Matthews to appear. Suddenly, a crew worker runs out and down the ramp, as the crowd boos. He slides into the ring and whispers something into Heather Thompson’s ear.
Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that Chuck Matthews is not going to be competing in this match. Therefore, the winner by default, and the final participant in the Battle for the Briefcase final four, Chad Mason! Rick – What?
Matt – Chad moves on!
The referee confusedly grabs Chad Mason’s hand and raises it to the sky, as the crowd sort of cheers, sort of boos. Rick – Where the fuck is Chuck? Why isn’t he competing?
Matt – I have no idea.
The show goes to commercial as everyone in the arena looks around confused.
The show returns with Johnny Electric in his office, talking on speakerphone with one of the crew members Johnny Electric And you’re sure he’s not in his dressing room?
Crew Member No sir, we checked everywhere backstage, he’s not here
Johnny Electric So you’re telling me that Chuck Matthews, the man who lives for wrestling, just decided to not show up to his job?
Crew Member I don’t know sir, I’m as confused as you are
Johnny Electric Look, I don’t care how you do it, but you go and find Chuck Matthews. I want to know why one of my top guys is suddenly missing.
Crew Member Yes sir, I’ll get right on that sir.
Johnny Electric hangs up the call and runs his hands through his hair in frustration as the camera fades back to the ring. Raikenza Graphitti and Thiago Olivera stand in the ring. Heather Thompson – The following match is a tag team match! Introducing first, the team of Raikenza Graphitti and Thiago Olivera!
Rick – These guys are both relatively new, looking to make a splash here tonight
Matt – Against the hottest girl on the roster!
Evil Angel” by Breaking Benjamin plays through the arena. Ashley Matthews walks out from behind the curtain, followed closely by Alison Williams. Ashley stops on the stage, waiting for Alison. She grabs Alison and dips her, kissing her, and smiling at her, then the crowd. She grabs Alison’s hand, and the two of them walk down the ramp towards the ring. Alison pulls herself free of Ashley’s grasp and climbs to the apron. Ashley watches as Alison does the splits, shaking her ass for the cameras. Ashley walks up behind her, staring at Alison’s butt. She crawls into the ring, and holds the ropes open for Alison. Ashley stretches out as she waits for the match to begin. Rick – Accompanied to the ring by Alison Williams, as always
Matt – Double the women, double the fun!
Why is everybody always picking on me? Does anybody really know a thing about me? But one of these days we’ll be in the same place In the same place, punk, at the very same time But when it takes place and you wanna talk shit Then step your ass up and say it right to my face
“Full Nelson” by Limp Bizkit erupts through the arena. The camera pans across the crowd, who begin cheering, before moving back to the stage, where Craig Hemming slowly walks out. He looks around at the crowd, then raises his custom hammer over his head, eliciting more cheers from the audience.
You’ll get knocked the fuck out Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your ass can’t cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your ass can’t cash
Craig rolls his shoulders and neck, then walks down the ramp, pausing here and there to tussle a kid’s hair or let a woman in the front row touch his arms. He reaches the base of the ramp and pauses, falling to his hands and doing a quick set of five pushups before hopping back to his feet. He stares up at the ring. He takes a few steps and jumps straight up, landing on the apron before stepping between the ropes.
I ain’t believing all the shit you’ve been talkin about me Don’t even know me and still you’re talkin shit about me But one of these days I’m gonna catch you in the act In the act, red handed, caught up in the act, punk And that’ll be the day, the one and only day To step your ass up and say it right to my face
Craig raises his hammer again, getting more cheers. He pounds the hammer on the mat three times, as fireworks explode from the ring corners with each hit. Craig hands the hammer to the referee, who takes it to the timekeeper’s table. You’ll get knocked the fuck out Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your ass can’t cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your ass can’t cash, motherfucker
Just shut your fuckin mouth
Craig raises his fists to the crowd as he waits for the match to begin. Heather Thompson – And their opponents, the team of Craig Hemming and Ashley Matthews!
Rick – Looks like Craig and Raikenza are going to start this match off.
Raikenza Graphitti immediately runs at Craig Hemming and begins to punch and kick him quickly, pushing Craig Hemming backwards. Raikenza Graphitti quickly jumps and dropkicks Craig Hemming, knocking him down to the ground. Raikenza Graphitti quickly runs over to the corner and hops up onto the turnbuckle. He jumps off towards Craig Hemming, who is slowly standing up. He lands a leg to the back of Craig Hemming’s head, driving him headfirst into the ground. Rick – Wow, Raikenza is off to a fast start here against Craig
Matt – Yeah, he’s trying to make a name for himself, this is one way to do it
Raikenza Graphitti quickly runs over and tags in Thiago Oliviera, who runs towards Craig Hemming. Thiago Oliviera slowly picks Craig Hemming up to his feet, who then punches him in the stomach. Craig Hemming picks Thiago Oliviera up over his head, before slamming him down with a huge powerslam. Rick – And Craig is back in charge
Matt – Seriously, this guy has been extremely dominant lately, and that might even be an understatement.
Craig Hemming runs over and kicks Raikenza Graphitti hard in the face, knocking him off of the ring apron. Craig Hemming turns around towards Thiago Oliviera, who is slowly standing up. Craig Hemming grabs Thiago Oliviera and picks him up onto his shoulders, before spinning towards the center of the ring, and bringing Thiago Oliviera down to the mat with a spine-crushing powerbomb. Craig Hemming rolls into a pin Rick – Hemmingbomb by Craig, this one looks over
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[Ding Ding Ding!] Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, the team of Craig Hemming and Ashley Matthews!
Matt – Craig continues his utter dominance of anyone thrown in front of him
Rick – Ashley didn’t even get into that match
Matt – She didn’t need to
Craig Hemming stares at both men while the referee raises his and Ashley Matthews’ hand. The show cuts to commercial with Ashley celebrating with Alison, and Craig Hemming continuing to stare at the two men as they retreat up the ramp.
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Subject: Re: Battle Grounds XXXIII: The Black Crusade re-born Mon Feb 13, 2012 11:02 pm
Craig Hemming is seen backstage, a towel wrapped around his neck. Ashley Matthews and Alison Williams are seen next to him.
Craig Hemming You did alright. Don’t beat yourself up over it. We won, right?
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Matthews I guess I feel like I disappointed everyone. I could have put on a better performance than that.
Craig Hemming Like I said. We won, so you can’t have done THAT bad. Next time, we’ll be sure to give them a better show.
Ashley smirks.
Ashley Matthews Thanks, Mr. H.
Johnny Electric walks on camera.
Craig Hemming Something wrong, John?
Johnny looks from Craig to Ashley. His face is deathly white, and he looks slightly ill.
Johnny Electric I….I just got a phone call…
He stops for a moment, shaking his head, looking distraught.
Ashley Matthews Is everything okay?
Johnny looks at the two of them again.
Johnny Electric You two need to come with me…I have something we need to discuss…
Ashley and Craig look at each other, then back to Johnny as the show cuts back to the ring.
Corey – What was THAT all about?
Matt – No idea. BUT we’re back on Battle Grounds. If you’re wondering whose voice you’re hearing, it’s Matt Biggars, here with our good buddy Corey Casey!
Corey – Yessir! Since Rick decided to play manager for this next match, I figured, why not join Matt here for the rest of the evening?
Matt – Wooooo!
Heather Thompson – The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!
"The reaper has arrived."
Suddenly the lights dance around the ramp as flames erupt in the center and form a symbol of an inverted cross on fire. Black smoke emerges from entrance ramp, revealing a hooded figure in a black cloak.
Rrwoooaaaw! Ahh, Ahhh Burning now I bring you Hell!
The crowd stares at the hooded man as he slowly makes he way down the ramp. His expression is focused on what is in front of him, he dosen't bother to look at the fans that are on the sides.
Read me tonight, when the warnings said leave a shudder upon you Running from all that you feared in your life Soul of the night, when the sun mislead hear the horror upon you Marking the moment to straying in my
He then stops right at the at the end of the ramp and brings his hands together. He then spreads his arms out with his hands opened as dark pyro ignites from the stage.
Ghost of a life! And I can't get round the way you left me out in the open To leave me to die! So how can I, forget the way you lead me through the path into Heaven To leave me behind!
Now I can stay behind Save me, from wreaking my vengeance Upon you, to killing more than I can tell Burning now I bring you Hell!
The man then jumps to the apron with no effort and leaps over the top rope. He then removes the hood showing his long black hair to the crowd, a half crescent moon like marking is seen on his left eye. The crowd looks on in awe as the man stares at them, as if he's trying to peer into their souls.
Free me tonight, as the animal kings breathe their terror upon you Caught in the moment, engaging in my Bloodlust tonight, now I can't control my unbalanced soul Get back from me demon, or be exorcised!
He then removes the cloak revealing a solid black short sleeve kimono. The word "Dark" can be seen in crimson letters with a circle of Latin markings surrounding it and angel wings attached to the sides. On the back is the word "Archangel" written in blood with droplets hanging below the letters. He also wears black and white pants with red crosses on the sides. He hands the cloak to the ref who takes them away.
Now I can stay behind Save me, from wreaking my vengeance Upon you, to killing more than I can tell Soul of the night, I know Now I can stay behind Save me, from wreaking my vengeance Upon you, to killing more than I can tell Burning now I bring you Hell!
He then does the same hand gesture as before and black pyro erupts from the two back turnbuckles behind him.
Burning now I bring you Hell!
The Dark Archangel then picks a corner and leans on the ropes as he patiently waits for the match to begin.
Corey – Dark Archangel has a lot of shit coming to him soon.
Matt – Tonight, he has a standard match…but you have to be thinking, what’s going through his mind right now, especially with you at ringside?
Corey – Likely how bad I’m going to fuck him up at Nowhere to Run.
The lights switch on bright and a loud happy cheering plays, as soon as Tyson walks down the ramp the cheering fades and the lights turn grey, 10s by pantera plays but in a classic and old remix version. Tyson walks down to the ring holding his head down, he climbs through the middle ropes and pulls his hood back to reveal his face.
Heather Thompson – And the opponent…from The Grand Forgotten City, weighing in tonight at 229 pounds…TYSON ROWLE!!!
Corey – T-Ro in the house!
Matt – He’s been out with an injury since losing the High Impact Championship to Stygian back at Pick Your Poison…but tonight, the Pure Blood returns!
Tyson smirks, staring across the ring at Dark Archangel. The referee looks to both men, and calls for the bell.
Dark Archangel [vs] Tyson Rowle
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Archangel and Tyson tie up in the center of the ring. Archangel shoves Tyson, causing him to stumble back a few steps. Tyson regains his footing, and goes onto the attack. He sends a few calculated punches, each one connecting, first with Archangel’s ribs, then his chest, then straight to the jaw. Archangel gets his hands up, blocking his face. Tyson delivers a crushing hook to his ribs, causing Archangel to keel over. Tyson grabs Archangel’s head, and plants him into the mat with a DDT. He quickly covers.
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Archangel gets a shoulder up.
Corey – Tyson gaining the upper hand quickly in the early going. Atta boy!
Matt – Tyson is a boxer, and he’s shown time and time again how deadly he is with his fists.
Corey – Tyson making his big return tonight against the heavily favored Dark Archangel…but he seems to be holding his own. Dark Archangel might have bitten off more than he can chew.
Archangel gets to his feet. Tyson charges, looking for a clothesline, but Archangel ducks, and flips Tyson over him with a back body drop. Archangel lifts Tyson to his feet, and lifts him in a suplex. He holds him there, looking to the crowd, before dropping Tyson, and going for the pin.
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Tyson kicks out.
Corey – Come on Tyson! Quit fucking around!
Matt – This is a surprisingly close match.
Tyson gets to his feet. The two of them tie up again. Archangel throws Tyson to the ropes. Tyson rebounds off, and Archangel looks for a second back body drop. Tyson flips with it, landing on his feet behind Archangel. Archangel turns around, and is taken to the mat with a stiff clothesline from Tyson. Tyson drops to the mat, grabbing Archangel’s arm, and twisting it behind his neck, locking in an anaconda vice.
Matt – Tyson with an impressive submission hold.
Archangel struggles in the hold, using his free hand to try and grab hold of the ropes. He tries pulling and kicking his way across the mat, closer to the ropes. Tyson cranks on the hold. Archangel reaches up, and gouges Tyson’s eye with his free hand. Tyson releases the hold, clutching his eye. The referee scolds Archangel, who shakes his head, smirking as he gets to his feet. Archangel delivers a vicious kick to Tyson’s gut, then lifts him to his feet. Tyson drives his elbow into Archangel’s jaw. He quickly gets to his feet. Tyson runs up behind Archangel, running his shoulder to the back of Archangel’s knee. Archangel drops to one leg. Tyson sends a stiff punch to Archangel’s jaw, then follows up with a huge enzuigiri, taking Archangel to the mat. Tyson goes for a pin.
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Archangel manages to get his shoulder up.
Corey – GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, ROWLE!
Matt – What are you talking about? Tyson is performing extremely well!
Tyson shakes his head, staning. He stomps on Archangel’s arm, then his ankle. Tyson drags Archangel by the arm towards the corner. He slides out of the ring, and wraps Archangel’s arm around the ring post, putting pressure on his arm. Archangel cries out, and the referee yells at Tyson to break up the hold. Tyson steps back, then sends his boot to Archangel’s arm, crushing it against the ring post. Tyson slides back into the ring, and goes for another pin.
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Archangel barely kicks out.
Corey – Another near fall by Tyson…
Matt – Tyson is looking for a huge upset in his return match. These two men used to be solid contenders for the High Impact and New Blood Titles. Then, Tyson was sidelined with an injury, while Dark Archangel moved on to the main event picture.
Corey – Now Tyson is here to prove a point.
Tyson pounds his fists on the mat, staring at the referee. He gets to his feet, stalking Archangel. Archangel slowly starts to get to his feet. Tyson pounds his fists on the mat, faster and faster as Archangel stands. Archangel turns around and Tyson runs forward, grabbing him by the head, and trying to bring him down with a Blizzard’s Sting. Archangel catches Tyson, holding him in the air. He slowly powers Tyson into the air in a military press, then plants him face-first into the mat.
Matt – SHIT!
Corey – FUCK THIS.
Archangel drops for the pin.
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner…DARK ARCHANGEL!
Archangel stares down at Tyson, sneering. Corey leaps over the announcer’s table, sliding into the ring. He charges towards Archangel when the lights suddenly go out.
Matt – Aw, SHIT!
The titantron shows a live feed where we could see someone moving a camera backstage. It stops in one room where a person is seen sitting down and watching a T.V set. Then static temporally breaks up the screen before refocusing and soon we see a different angle of the unsuspecting woman. More static then the camera is positioned to where we can see the entire room which looks like Corey's locker. We can then see some words appearing in blood red letters, hanging over the screen like an omen.
"So innocent and yet so........vulnerable......"
Another break of static and the lights around the locker start to flicker which causes the woman to look around and get up from her chair. Another message appears on the screen.
"She can run, she can hide, but she can't escape me."
The woman now frighten, moves out of the locker and flees away, the camera cuts towards the hallway where the women is running. It follows her from door to door as cries for help were heard but noone is around save for whoever is holding the camera. The chase ends at the end where the woman is seen hiding behind a dumpster. Then the camera zooms in to show the face of Jessica Matthews who's face is white with fright. Just then one more message shows just as the screen goes to complete static.
"Are you sure she's safe?"
The video ends and the lights turn back on. Corey shakes his head, staring at the screen. Dark Archangel is nowhere to be seen.
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Rick – And we’re back to Battle Grounds!
Matt – Matt Biggars, here with Rick Christian…and I guess Corey Casey has decided to stay with us on commentary…
Corey – Problem, Rick?
Rick - …none whatsoever…
Matt – It’s main event time! An Upper Limit matchup!
Rick – And a chance to watch this team implode.
Corey – We’ll see.
Heather Thompson – The following is a one-fall match. The IWF Champion, Stygian, will serve as the referee.
The lights go out as the opening strain of 'Firebreather' by Thrice plays out over the speakers. They burst back on, accompanied by a wall of flame at the top of the ramp as the song kicks in, revealing Ruben Ricardo León sat on the stage, cross legged, his head bowed.
As the lyrics begin, he slowly lifts himself to his feet and stares at the ring, a look of pure concentration in his eyes.
Tell me are you free Tell me are you free In word or thought or deed Tell me are you free While the gallows stand
He begins to walk to the ring at a measured pace, never moving his gaze from the ring in front of him.
And bullets lance the bravest lungs We fold our hands and hold our tongues
At the bottom of the ramp, he stops briefly and shakes his body to loosen the muscles.
Tell me are you free When the fear falls in you Tell me are you free When the fear falls in you
Ruben climbs the steps to the ring and through the middle rope before moving over to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it, stares in to the crowd for a couple of seconds, and then suddenly roars, throwing his arms out to the side, causing red, white and green pyrotechnics to explode from the three other turnbuckles.
And bullets lance the bravest lungs Will I fold my hands or hold my tongue
Finally, he leaps backwards off the turnbuckle, backflipping and landing in the centre of the ring.
The lights in the jarring anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. The voice of a woman creeps itself over the P.A. system...
"The poor stay poor, the rich get richer It's just so disproportionate"
The heavy rhythm of "Above the Law" by Bad Meets Evil takes the place of the Women's soft voice, as a highlight package of Robbie Hart begins to play on the screen of the Jumbo Tron. The crowd motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave"... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way.
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
A figure comes shooting up from the bottom of the stage, as "The Degenerate King" stomps his way onto the entrance ramp, causing a huge hurl of cheer's from the audience in attendance. The crowd stand in shock, trying desperatly to get a view of The son of a legend.
"Tear-able, but not rip-able, invincible, I hung invisible ... Fuckin' mistletoe all over the world, I stuck my ass up under it ... Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes ... Here we go, Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go ... The competition's miserable, we stomp them bitches this is no, joke ... Goin' overboard like someone threw us off the boat, choke ... Cough from all the smoke, I'm tryna stay on fire ... So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I don't love the hose ... Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff his face ... Back in that bitch, smother that little motherfucker 'til it suffocates ... You! had long enough of a wait ..."
Robbie Hart stands, still taking in the reaction of the crowd. An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as he steadily begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with oozing confidence, Robbie does a slow spin for the IWF cameras to take his figure in, as the flash bulbs shine off the High Impact Championship.
"Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish ... Nowhere near a toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush ... In a sneak attack's the only way I say I am-Bush ... Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish ... Stand-offish to hoes, keep your hands off this ... Can't top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for? Law? Fuck protocol, I'd holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore ..."
He pauses halfway down the aisle, as Blue and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the errupting arena. Robbie takes this time to pound his chest, boasting the Cheer's from the fans
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
Sliding into the ring, Robbie rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before raising his hands holding up the High Impact Championship. Camera flashes light up the dark arena, as it is now hard to seperate the screams of his fans.
Heather Thompson - Introducing next... from Las Vegas NV... standing six feet tall, weighing in at One hundred and seventy three pounds... The Current IWF HIGH IMPACT CHAMPION! He is the self proclaimed "The Degenerate King" ... Ladies and Gentlemen, Robbie... HAAARRRTTTT!!!!!
Robbie leaps from the turnbuckle, and now begins to circle the ring... looking to all parts of the rattling arena. A laugh of pleasantry escapes him, as he hits the ropes, loosening himself up.
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
Robbie now moves himself to the edge of the ring, where he begins to eye down his pray. Slithering through the ring like a snake, he stands in the center of the ring, as a single spotlight beams down onto his frame, spotlighting the The Pretty Boy
As the song fades out, it is replaced by a cheering crowd. The lights in the arena kick back on, as the smoke from Robbie's pyro clouds up the arena entrance, and ring. Robbie backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile towards his foe. The fans chant hard for him, but Robbie pays no mind, and moves his focus towards his opponent in the ring.
Corey – The man who is helping to lead Upper Limit to the next level!
Rick – Or running it into the ground.
Corey – FUCK YOU!
Stygian calls for the bell.
Robbie Hart [vs] Ruben Ricardo Leon Guest Referee: Stygian
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Rick – And this match is underway!
Ruben circles around Robbie, who tries to keep his eyes on him and Stygian at the same time. Ruben sends a kick to the back of Robbie’s leg. Robbie maintains his stance, and turns towards Ruben, who sends another kick. Robbie catches Ruben’s foot, and Ruben hops for a moment before jumping in the air, driving his opposite foot to the side of Robbie’s skull. Robbie falls to the mat, and Ruben goes for a quick cover.
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Robbie gets his shoulder up.
Matt – That’s some fast counting by Stygian there.
Corey – This is a bullshit match. Robbie has the odds stacked against him.
Rick – Ruben is a part of your precious group, too. Why not screw him over as well?
Stygian stands, staring coldly at Robbie. Robbie gets to his feet, looking from Stygian to Ruben. He makes a move to threaten Stygian for the fast count, but Styg straightens his referee shirt, smirking at Robbie’s expression. Robbie turns his attention back to Ruben. Ruben and Robbie tie up, Ruben rolls around Robbie, rolling him up.
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Robbie flips over, pinning Ruben’s shoulders to the mat.
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Ruben kicks out.
Corey – What the fuck is this?
Rick – Beats me. I see a good match underway. No idea what you’re on about.
Corey – You know exactly what he’s doing.
Robbie stands, yelling at Stygian. Styg yawns, holding his hand over his mouth, and glancing at his wrist, as if there was a watch there. Robbie shakes his head, and turns back. Ruben leaps up, catching Robbie with a hurricanrana, sending Robbie tumbling to the ropes. Robbie lands, leaning on the middle rope. Ruben runs to the ropes, stepping off Robbie’s back and vaulting over the top rope, then hitting a leg drop across Robbie’s neck on the opposite side of the ropes. Robbie tumbles back into the ring, coughing and clutching his throat. Ruben grabs his lower back after landing hard on the apron. Robbie slowly gets to his feet, looking at Ruben, who uses the ropes to stand up on the apron. Robbie charges Ruben, who ducks the shot, holding tight to the top rope. Ruben kicks Robbie to the head, causing Robbie to stumble backwards. Ruben leaps to the top rope and springboards off, taking Robbie down with a crossbody, and going for another pin.
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Robbie barely manages to get his shoulder up. He gets to his feet, running his hand through his hair. He glares at Stygian, who shrugs. Robbie yells something at Stygian, who ignores him again. Robbie finally backs down for a moment before shoves Stygian, causing him to take a couple steps back.
Rick – Ooh, not a wise move there, Robbie.
Corey – I don’t blame him! He’s dealing with a bullshit referee!
Stygian steps forward, staring down at Robbie, and pointing to his referee shirt. Robbie shakes his head, and shoves Stygian again. Stygian glares at Robbie. Robbie goes to shove him a third time. Stygian grabs Robbie’s arms, then lifts him in a military press before dropping him with a huge Baneblade. He turns to Ruben, and yells at him.
Stygian PIN HIM!
Ruben looks from Stygian to Robbie and back again. Hesitantly, Ruben goes for the pin.
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Stygian pauses for a moment, taking the time to look over his shoulder at the announcer’s table, and Corey.
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner…RUBEN RICARDO LEON!!!
Corey – Such a load of bullshit.
Rick – A member of Upper Limit won, what’s your issue?
Matt – Dudes, chill!
Ruben walks out of the ring, heading up the ramp.
Rick – He’ll come around.
Corey – Not if he knows what’s good for him, he won’t.
Matt – Since these two are too busy arguing, I guess I’ll be the guy to say it. Join us next week, when the tournament continues LIVE on Battle-
IT'S ELECTRIC!
The last straw just broke I'm a line in your tasteless joke What's up with that heart you've stolen? Don't worry cause It's not broken, it's just swollen
Johnny's voice fades into "Slow Motion" by Nickelback, and the crowd erupts into cheers.
Matt – The General Manager is here!
Corey – What’s he doing?
Rick – I…have no idea. What IS he doing out here?
Could anticipate How you're feeling from day to day Well about you, now that you're needing Don’t worry cause They’re laughing and you're bleeding
Johnny walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a suit. He holds a mic, and is followed by Ashley Matthews and Craig Hemming. Ashley looks hurt. Johnny looks as distraught and surprised as he was earlier in the night. Craig stands, an expressionless look on his face.
Well I’m drowning In your ocean It's much cooler In slow motion
Johnny looks around to the crowd, not acknowledging him as he normally would with his laughter and cheering. Johnny stares at the crowd for a moment, waiting for them to settle down.
Johnny Electric Earlier in the night…Earlier tonight, we were prepared to see Chad Mason and Chuck Matthews face off in the second round in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament. For reasons unknown to us, Chuck never showed up. As of tonight, he hasn’t even arrived at the arena…
Johnny opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to find the words. He shakes his head, and hands the mic to Craig, who steps forward.
Craig Hemming We’ve received the news that Chuck Matthews….Chuck Matthews has passed away.
Ashley bursts into tears as Craig says it. Johnny shakes his head, hiding his face from the cameras and crowd. The crowd remains silent, not sure how to take the news.
Matt - ….what?
Rick – Chuck Matthews….died?
Matt – I…don’t know what to say.
Rick – Not much you can say…I guess it’s true. Chuck’s gone.
Craig stares solemnly at the ring, not saying another word, his expression completely blank as the show fades to black.
Subject: Battle Grounds XXXIII: The Black Crusade re-born 
Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:44 pm
