Post by coreycz on Apr 20, 2013 15:58:52 GMT -6
“Big Time” by Peter Gabriel hits the PA system as the show comes to you live from the HEW Arena in Hollywood, California. The crowd is on their feet with cheers as the boss man himself Handsome Harley makes his way down the ramp and into the ring dressed in a suit for all business and mic in hand. As he enters the ring he waits for the crowd to settle down as he takes center ring.
Handsome Harley: “I think it is time that we all address a certain member of the staff here in HEW. Someone I gave a chance to help run this company. Someone I thought would run this show the way it should be, and run it impartially.”
The crowd starts to boo as they all know who Harley is referring too.
Handsome Harley: “Parker, you have made it increasingly clear to me that you are unable to perform your duties as intended by me when I gave you this job! You have shown favoritism to one of our wrestlers and have gone out of your way to reward him when he didn't deserve anything but an ass whooping!”
The crowd cheers loudly in response to Harley.
Handsome Harley: “So I think it is time to evaluate your position in this company, and if your services are still required. For this I turn to the fans. Should David Parker remain as Co-Owner of HEW?”
The crowd delivers a resounding “NO!” and series of boos as Harley grins.
Stephen T. Darling: “He can't do this! Parker didn't do anything wrong! This are false charges!”
Mark Daniels: “False Charges? Have we been watching the same show? Parker's been abusing his power to help Wiland.”
Stephen T. Darling: “He was just rewarding our greatest asset in this company! Wiland deserves so much more and Harley knows it!”
Handsome Harley: “Well, there you have it. Mr. Parker. I would like to take this time, to wish you well in all of your future endeavors. In short. Parker! YOU'RE FI-”
Harley is quickly cut off as “Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains blasts through the PA system leaving the crowd and Harley confused as they all look towards the stage. Soon enough out comes the Joker guy from the Pay Per View and he has a barbed wire baseball bat in hand!
Mark Daniels: “Oh no! Not this guy again! What the hell is he doing out here?”
Stephen T. Darling: “Standing up to Injustice!”
Mark Daniels: “I thought you hated this guy?”
Stephen T. Darling: “It's complicated!”
The Joker guy quickly takes off down the ramp towards the ring, sliding in under the ropes and walking right up to Harley and staring him in the eye. Harley goes to bring the mic to his BUT IS BLASTED BY THE BAT! The Joker guy starts wailing on Harley with the barbed wire bat! Beating him down ruthlessly in the middle of the ring as the crowd can only boo on in anger! The Joker goes to the nearby corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle with the bat still in hand and holds it high over his head as Haley slowly gets back to his feet. The Joker jumps from the top rope and brings the bat down on top of Harley's head! Harley is bleeding profusely as the Joker guy stands above him and continues to strike him down with the bat!
Mark Daniels: “My god somebody has got to stop this! Why isn't security coming to his aid!?”
Stephen T. Darling: “Who knows but Harley is getting what he deserves for this witch hunt!”
The Joker guy tosses the bat from the ring and rolls under the ropes to look under the apron, pulling out two chairs and tossing them into the ring! He grabs one chair and wedges it under the bottom rope of a turnbuckle before going over and grabbing Harley, pulling him to his feet and over to the corner. He places Harley in a Tree of Woe against the wedged chair and goes to grab the second! He holds it high in the air as the crowd boos while he moves to the opposite corner.
Mark Daniels: “This is inhumane! How could one human being do this to another?”
The Joker charges forth towards Harley, leaping in the air and placing the steel chair across his feet delivering a devastating dropkick smashing Harley's head between the two chairs! The Joker gets up and stands over Harley's motionless body as numerous EMTs rush to the ring with a stretcher to try and get Harley out as “Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains hits once more as the show goes to commercial.
Mark Daniels: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! During the commercial, our medical staff has taken care of our boss Handsome Harley and we were promised to hear further info on his condition later on in the show."
Stephen T. Darling: "Now let's go to more important things... rasslin'!"
Tony Allen: “This next match is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing First!”
"Radioactive" By Imagine Dragons can be heard fading onto the sound system of the sold out arena.
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
The camera begins to pan around the arena as the fans begin to throw out mixed reactions to the young star as he makes his way out onto the top of the stage. Danny Sativa stands at the top of the ramp as he looks around the arena, trying to get the vibe of the crowd.
Tony Allen: “From Santa Claus, Indiana! Weighing in this evening at One hundred and Seventy Six pounds! Pretty Boy Danny Sativa!”
I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system grow
Danny then begins to make his way down the ramp as the fans are reaching out to grab him, mostly females in the front row. Danny then walks around to the side of the entrance ramp and see's a pretty girl and kisses her. He then smiles as does she and then he runs and slides into the ring and stands as he taunts for his match, as the music begins to fade.
Tony Allen: “And his opponent!”
The lights go out as a loud howl is let out through the entire venue as “Clutch” by Barrie Gledden begins to play through the sound system of the venue.
Tony Allen: “From Seattle, Washington! Weighing this evening at Two hundred and Eight pounds! He is one half of the GFC Tag Team Champions! Jason Richards!”
He appears slowly stepping through the curtain looking out of the crowd. He begins slowly walking towards the ring as he holds out his hand as the people slap it. He walks over grabbing a chair standing on it putting on foot on the guard rail making a slashing motion across is throat. He jumps down and then jumps on the apron stepping through the ropes he walks over stepping up to the second rope he let's out a howl jumping down he begins stretching in the corner waiting for the match to begin.
DING DING DING! The match begins and immediately the two superstars charge out of the starting gate circling each other around the ring waiting for the other man to make the first move so that they can counter it with a move of their own. Sativa feigns a punch to turn it into a take down and transition into a Boston Crab putting as much pressure as he can to Richards' back. Richards lets out some cries of pain as he reaches for the ropes but they're just out of reach! Richards summons all the strength he can and starts to power pull himself and Sativa closer to the ropes allowing him to get both hands on the bottom rope forcing the ref to have Sativa break the hold who does so quickly.
Mark Daniels: “Smart move on Sativa's part try to wear down the legs of your opponent as soon as possible.”
Stephen T. Darling: “So what now we have two Handsome's and a Pretty Boy? Well this is Hollywood.”
Richards pulls himself back up to his feet using the ropes as Sativa comes charging in only to get sent catapulted over the top rope and crashing to the floor below! Richards quickly ascends to the top rope and launches a Shooting Star Press to the outside onto Sativa! The crowd breaks into cheers of excitement as the two superstars start getting back to their feet. Richards is the first to do so and quickly climbs back into the ring as the ref starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR! Sativa is back on his feet.
FIVE! Sativa slides back into the ring where he is grabbed and dragged by his hair by Richards to the middle of the ring to throw on a Kimura with Headscissors combo! Sativa has no where to go in the middle of the ring as he desperately tries to reach for the ropes but he is in the middle of the ring with nothing to grab! Sativa starts to crawl with one arm towards the ropes, he starts to get close when Richards wrenches even harder on the arm forcing a cry of pain from Sativa who fights through the pain and keeps crawling managing to get a hold of the bottom rope but Richards keeps on the hold.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Richards releases the hold as Sativa rolls slightly under the ropes clutching his arm in pain as Richards takes off with a Baseball Slide! Sending Sativa back out onto the floor! The ref starts to count once more.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR! Sativa gets to his feet.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN! Sativa slides back into the ring by stays under the bottom rope holding on to it forcing the ref to keep Richards backed away giving Sativa some breathing room and a chance to recover.
Mark Daniels: “Sativa getting a taste of his own medicine and sent out of the ring a second time and is now buying himself some time to recover.”
Stephen T. Darling: “Who would of thought the Pretty Boy has some brains after all!”
Sativa gets to his feet and in comes Richards who is rocked by a European Uppercut and then another and a third for good measure pushing the man back giving Sativa room to hit a Superkick dropping Richards to the ground! Sativa exits out onto the ring apron and grabs hold of the top rope, executing a Springboard Elbowdrop across the chest of Richards! Sativa goes for the pin!
ONE!
TW-KICK OUT!
Stephen T. Darling: “I take back what I said, did he really think that would win him the match?”
Mark Daniels: “Richards is putting up some fight, both men want to win this match badly but only one can.”
Stephen T. Darling: “Well duh.”
Sativa gets back to his feet as he waits for Richards. Once Richards is up Sativa kicks him in the midsection and pulls him in to try for Radioactive Charm but Richards powers out of it and starts firing away with a series of hooks! Richards lifts Sativa up and hits a Fireman's Carry Facebuster! Richards moves to the corner as he sizes Sativa up who slowly starts to move, getting up to a kneeling position Richards charges in with Emerald City Flash! Richards covers him for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner.... JASON RICHARDS!"
"Clutch" reprises as Jason Richards gets to his feet and celebrates.
Mark Daniels: "Impressive showing by The Strong Style Wolf! And I believe we haven't seen the last of him!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who knows, maybe when his GFC Tag Team Championship partner Adam Stryker arrives here for T3, they will become the newest additions to our tag division! Only one thing is sure now – Jason Richards knocked the shit out of Danny Sativa!"
Tony Allen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Santa Barbara. California, weighing in at 235 pounds, SCOTT GREEN!
As Stalemate by Stone Sour hits the PA, the lights go into a dark green dim and the expressionless Scott Green walks onto the stage wearing a dark green jacket with the hood up. Staring at the ground while taking slow steps towards the ring, Green finally looks up and pulls down his hood as he looks around at the green lighting. He then takes a few more lackluster steps towards the ring until he gets to the apron, which takes one leap onto before entering the ring. Once in the middle of the ring Green has his arms stretched out for a few seconds just before he removes the jacket.
Stephen T. Darling: Oh man, another delusional bozo! As if Santa wasn't enough! Who's this guy s'posed ta be anyway, Robin de Lamesley?
Mark Daniels: He's Green Arrow, STD. It's a DC Comics characters.
Stephen T. Darling: Man, you know I don't read no nerdy comic books!
Mark Daniels: And yet, you just referenced Robin de Locksley...
As the announcers banter, Sorry For Party Rockin', by LMFAO, begins to play. Soon, Mickey 'Jackpot' Shamrock runs out and starts playing the crowd, especially the ladies. He stops here and there to propose indecent acts to some of the cuter girls, and full-on Frenches one of them. Max Knight, who is with him, promptly slaps him upside the head! Mickey looks indignant, and is sulky as he makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. At this point, the transmission cuts to the announcers' table, where Darling is grooving to Mickey's entrance song!
Tony Allen: And introducing his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 210 pounds and accompanied by Max Knight, Mickey 'Jackpot' Shamrock!
Stephen T. Darling: OH YEAH! The party's in da house!
Mark Daniels: Well, Jackpot better keep his head in the game, because Green certainly is!
Stephen T. Darling: Pff...Green Dick over there doesn't know how to have fun...
As the bell rings, the two men tie up in a lenghty collar and elbow tie-up. Eventually, Green manages to overpower Shamrock, who is thrown against the corner. Green promptly runs at him with a shoulder splash, which connects. He revs up and is about to hit a second when Shamrock puts a leg up to stop him. From the outside, Shizz can be seen barking for Mickey to concentrate, as Green enforces another tie-up. Once both men's arms are locked, Scott begins to apply knees to Mickey's groin, before eventually releasing him against the ropes. As Shamrock rebounds off them, Green lands a dropkick, then goes for the cover.
ONE...
Shamrock kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling: Ha! Gon' take more than that to keep my man Mickey down!
Still showing no signs of frustration or lack of concentration, Green forces Shamrock to his feet and connects with a series of punches. Shamrock tries to fight back, and goes for a low-blow, but Green blocks it, grabbing Mickey's leg and flipping him over!
Mark Daniels: Wow! What reflexes there by our newest signing!
Stephen T. Daniels: Pfff...playground bullshit.
With Mickey firmly on his ass against the turnbuckle, Green goes for the facewash, which can be clearly heard around the arena!
Mark Daniels: Ouch...that's gotta hurt!
Green pulls Shamrock to the center of the ring and prepares to cover, but suddenly, the Shizz grabs his leg and yanks him to the outside!
Mark Daniels: What the...? Ref, ref!
The ref has spotted it, and prepares to eject the Shizz, but Green looks towards him and signals for him to leave it alone; he, Green, will deal with it. The referee nods and stands back, as Green deals with the bigger man; he does, however, begin a count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
At four, the Shizz shoves Green down and prepares to hit him with a Big Boot. The millionaire face, however, rolls out of the way!
FIVE...
SIX...
At seven, Shizz pushes Green away and goes for the Shizz kick. Green surprises him, however, by easily spinning away from the move, then reversing it into an inverted neckbreaker which floors the big man!
Mark Daniels: What a move! What athleticism from Scott Green!
Mickey, seeing his mentor in trouble, promptly dives to the outside. He lands on Green, but the millionaire quickly pushes him off and races into the ring, just in time to beat the count! Mickey promptly follows, and the brawl resumes in the ring as, on the outside, the Shizz is still shaken by what just happened!
Mark Daniels: Close call there for Green, but did you see? He actually told the referee to leave matters to him! This man fights his own battles!
Stephen T. Darling: Yeah, 'cause he's crazy...
In the ring, Shamrock, fresher than his now tired opponent, has the upper hand. He has Green against a corner and is applying kicks to the mid-section. He then whips him across to the opposite turnbuckle, where his manager helps out a little with a couple of sneak blows. Mickey connects with a Spear and goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
Green kicks out at two!
Mark Daniels: Nice try, but no cigar!
Stephen T. Darling: Bullshit. That was a slow count!
Regardless, the match continues, and Shamrock now has Green in a headlock. The face wrestler fights back with elbows to the stomach, one of which is finally strong enough to make Mickey release the hold. Not wanting to risk anything, Green promptly connects with a soccer rainbow kick to Shamrock's face!
Mark Daniels: WHAT A MOVE!
This puts the match firmly back in Scott's hands, and he picks Shamrock up to throw him against the ropes on the other side. Coming back, Mickey dodges his opponent's lariat, but Scott is unfazed. He lets Mickey bounce off again, then hits him square in the jaw with The Bullseye superkick! 'Jackpot' does not immediately fall to the ground, but staggers around blindly, becoming easy pickings for The Green Dream, the front flip piledriver Green uses as his finisher! The millionaire promptly covers!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Ding ding ding!
Tony Allen: Here is your winner, SCOTT GREEN!
The match ends with Green soberly acknowledging his victory, as Max Knight verbally lays into a dazed Shamrock on the outside!
As the fans in the arena are sitting on their places, an unknown song hits the PA system. It's "Breathe Into Me" by Red.
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A wrestler with long raven black dyed hair and HEAVY dark make up. He stands at the beginning of the entrance ramp, adjusting his dark black slim T-shirt and examining his scars on his arms, probably caused by razorblade cuts. He sadly looks at the ground and kneels and looks up to the rafters and spreads his arms wide, and starts crying. He wipes his tears and angrily, powefully walks his way to the ring and screams "GIVE ME A MICROPHONE, NOW". He is given a microphone and sits in one of the corners of the ring.
The fans welcome him with a "who are you" chant.
He starts talking.
"Who am I.. that just might be the question. Who am I.. that's what I don't know myself. AND YOU DON'T HAVE A DAMN RIGHT TO ASK ME!!!!"
The fans start booing him.
"Boo me, let your emotions out, that's what I'm aiming for. Just.. just call me Gabriel. Gabriel Noire. That's my name, I know that for sure. And I'm here to balance the overall emotions in the place. There is... just way too much happiness in the world. Way too much happiness in this company, just everywhere. Way too much happiness and joy. The most disingenunous, insincere emotion in the world overall. Yet you keep being "happy" as little puppies look. My quest is to balance the emotions. You need to see what sadness looks like. You need to see what's PAIN, desperation! And that is why I took out last week the symbol of happiness and joy, your happy-go-lucky star, Raiden Blaze. As far as I'm concerned, he has a dislocated shoulder and multiple ribs broken."
The crowd boos him for injuring Raiden.
"Imagine him right now, watching us, imagine his tears dropping down his face, as he screams in pain, tied to his hospital bed, for that is the punishment I said he deserves.. and he does. AND SO DOES THE REST OF THE ROSTER! Believe me, I'm not pleased doing so, I'm just sharing my emotions with all of you.. that's how a human mind should work. In fact.. I cry my tears for all of this.. for this cruel world we're bound to live in."
With that being said, he wipes his tears off and paints a broken heart with his liquid make up on the mat and leaves to a chorus of a weird reaction by the crowd.
Tony Allen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Mr. Hollywood, STEVIEEEEE STARRRRRR!
As Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic is heard around the arena, lights in the shape of a star begin to flash onto the stage. Stevie Starr then walks out with a Gold robe on and a smug look on his face. As he walks down the ramp he blows kisses to the female members of the audience before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Stevie then gets to his feet in the middle of the ring and poses to the displeasure of the fans.
Stephen T. Darling: The crowd love him already, Daniels! And why shouldn't they? This guy's a movie star! He's our Rock! Besides, this is as close as most of these fuckers are ever going to get to a real celebrity!
Mark Daniels: Well, they're on their feet, Darling, I'll give you that. But I don't think they're cheering...
Suddenly, as the announcers discuss whether Stevie Starr is liked or loathed, Little Willy begins to play, as Bill Smith comes out onto the ramp, smiling and waving. After looking up at the fans for a moment, he begins to jog down to the ring, then walks around it, slapping hands, before rolling in under the bottom rope. From the ring, he continues to point, wave and smile.
Stephen T. Darling: Look at this doofus! Seriously, who keeps bringing these clowns into a reputable organization?
Mark Daniels: Well, he's the brother of Handsome Harry Smith, and one half of our newly-crowned Tag Team Champions!
Stephen T. Darling: Ha! Nepotism, eh? I knew it...no way this asshole would get hired otherwise!
As Darling rants, the bell rings, and Stevie makes straight for Little Willy. Bill is not expecting this, and gets taken down with a clothesline. Stevie wastes no time preening for the crowd, who boo him loudly.
Stephen T. Darling: Look at this! They love him!
Mark Daniels: Are we watching the same match?
Unconcerned with the crowd reaction, the movie Starr slicks back his hair and picks his opponent up, dropping him with a belly-to-belly suplex. He then brings Smith to his feet again, and applies a side headlock, seemingly in no hurry and enjoying himself. As Bill writhes to break free, Stevie almost nonchalantly changes the headlock into an armbar, which he applies with the air of someone who is slightly bored and not even trying. Slowly, very slowly, Bill reaches for the ropes, agonizingly close to grabbing them, but not quite getting there...until, with a willful jerk forward, he does! Nonetheless, Stevie holds the submission for the full five seconds after that, only relenting when the referee threatens to disqualify him. Starr looks almost insulted by this suggestion, strutting around the ring petulantly, his opponent seemingly forgotten.
Mark Daniels: This guy really is all about one person, isn't he?
Stephen T. Darling: Hey, nothing wrong with being your own biggest fan. I am...
Stevie may have been a bit too cocky, however, as suddenly Bill Smith springs to life, running at his opponent and planting him with the Hot Dog bulldog!
Mark Daniels: There! That's what you get when you don't pay attention!
Stephen T. Darling: Pfff...stroke of luck.
Starr seems to share the same opinion, as he looks positively incredulous that anyone - let alone someone like Bill Smith - has managed to plant him. Livid, he lunges at his opponent, but Bill dodges and sticks a leg out, tripping him, to the delight of the crowd. It is now the Tag Champion's turn to preen, as he clasps his hands in a victory gesture. Mark Daniels laughs, and the crowd give him a hearty cheer. It gets caught in their throats, however, when Stevie comes running from behind and topples Smith over the top rope and onto the concrete.
Stephen T. Darling (mockingly): 'That's what you get when you don't pay attention'...
Stevie now goes to the outside to pick up his opponent and throw him against the apron once, twice, three times. He then forces Bill Smith head-first onto the steel steps. As his opponent staggers around, woozy, Starr floors him with a dropkick, before sliding back in the ring to wait out the count.
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
At eight, Smith begins to stir, rising to one knee. Painfully, he manages to roll himself back into the ring just in time to avoid a count-out, but is clearly battered by the brawl outside. Stevie, his cockiness back in full force, patiently waits for him to get back on his feet before planting him again with a Big Boot! He covers!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...NO!
Bill somehow kicks out at two and a half, to his opponent's disbelief. Stevie grabs his hair, his expression incredulous, and begins to argue with the referee. Bill, seizing his chance, attempts his Sausage Roll!
Stephen T. Darling: Not like this!!
ONE...
TW...NO!
The angle in which the roll-up was applied favoured Stevie, who easily got his feet on the ropes. Bill still has the upper hand, however, and throws his opponent to the ropes. As Stevie rebounds, the youngest Smith brother tries a European uppercut, but his opponent dodges and repeats the tripping spot from earlier.
Stephen T. Darling: The roles are reversed! Payback's a bitch, eh, Little Willy?
Bill, however, seems to not have felt the sting as much as Stevie, and gets back on his feet, hurtling at his opponent. Stevie cooly sidesteps, and out goes Willy again!
Mark Daniels: Ouch...things not going too well for Bill Smith here...
Stephen T. Darling: 'Course not. He's a goof!
As he sees his opponent trying to get back on his feet, Stevie promptly performs a Suicide Dive through the middle rope, sending both Smith and himself crashing against the barricade!
Stephen T. Darling: What the fuck, Stevie? Don't hurt yourself!
Indeed, the move seems to have banged up both men, who lay writhing on the floor for a few moments afterwards. The referee begins the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
At four, both men begin to stir. Smith is on his feet first, but as he starts to limp into the ring, his brother's music comes on the Titantron!
Mark Daniels: What the...? It's Harry Smith, come to help his brother!
Indeed, Harry has emerged onto the ramp, and looks around angrily. Before he can approach the ring, however, the referee intervenes, telling him to go back behind the curtain. Grudgingly, Harry complies; however, the whole distraction has given Stevie an opening, and he connects with a low blow!
Mark Daniels: Low blow! Low blow! Turn around, ref!
Stephen Darling merely chuckles, however, as Starr grabs his hurting opponent, rolls him back into the ring, and applies the corkscrew neckbreaker he calls The Fame Killer! He shouts commandingly, to get the referee's attention and, as he turns around, covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Ding ding ding!
Tony Allen: Here is your winner...STEVIEEEE STARRRR!
Mark Daniels: Some winner! Cheating!
Stephen T. Darling: Hey, they all count, Daniels! Stop being a sore baby...
The camera focuses in on Stevie's dazzling smile, present despite the boos, as we cut to commercial.
Tony Allen: “This next match is scheduled for One Fall and it for the Free For All Championship AND ! Introducing First!”
"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bing Crosby (techno dance remix) hits the arena as a chill comes over the arena. A light snow begins to fall from the rafters as a sleigh enters the arena carrying the impressively huge mass of Santa Claus and his beautiful, young, hot wife Mrs. Claus (portrayed today by Carmen Electra), who smiles warmly at Santa as he drops the reigns and stands up in the sleigh. He looks around and smiles as he now hops down quite spryly for an "old" man. He holds up his hand and helps his wife step down from the sleigh. Santa now reaches inside his sleigh and grabs one red and one black Christmas sack made out of crushed red and black velvet material, respectively. Santa chuckles to himself as he slings the sack around himself and catching it on the side of his back around his shoulder. He now hums a merry little Christmas tune as his face tics up into a friendly, yet mischievous smile.
Suddenly, X runs from backstage and bashes Santa's head with his Free For All title! Mrs. Claus is screaming in surprise and runs away scared when X looks at her angrily. The champion then slides Santa under the bottom rope and we are underway with this contest!
Mark Daniels: "A pre-match attack by The Man Of Mystery? Our champion must be really angry!"
Stephen T. Darling: "He probably has enough of these costumed freaks. Plus he already beat Santa once!"
Tony Allen leaves the ring quickly as X stomps away on poor Santa. He then Irish Whips him to the corner where he rocks Santa with a Stinger Splash. He goes for another, but Santa dodges and X crashes hard into the corner!
Mark Daniels: "There is an opening for Santa!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, don't you dare..."
X goes for a swing, but Santa dodges again, gets behind X and drops him with Mistletoe Madness outta nowhere! He goes for the pin.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT!
Stephen T. Darling: "Phew."
Mark Daniels: "Phew? That's all you're going to say?"
Stephen T. Darling: "Yep. It pretty much sums up my feelings."
Santa waits for X to get up and signals for Sleigh Ride. He has the champ in the double underhook, but X uses his power and throws Santa over his head! As Santa gets up to his feet, X wastes no time and kills him with a mother of all clotheslines!
Stephen T. Darling: "That's it!"
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- KICKOUT!
X lifts Santa again, only to eat a staggering elbow to the face. The Man of Mystery falls on all four while Santa begins to climb the turnbuckle!
Mark Daniels: "If he hits a high risk move, he's gonna kill our champion!"
But X sees his opponent on the top rope and runs at him with velocity and kicks him right in the head with a brutal Yakuza Kick! Santa falls backwards and hits the ground at ringside hard! Referee starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Mark Daniels: "Not this way!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh come on, Daniels! He's knocked out!"
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!!
The bell sounds as Ceterum's Architect reprises. X slings the FFA Title over his shoulder and takes one last look of disdain towards Santa as he leaves the ring.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, still the Free For All Champion AND advancing to the PPV Championship Match... X!"
Mark Daniels: "Our Free For All Champion is getting more and more brutal!"
Stephen T. Darling: "And it's bringing him rewards!"
We cut to commercial.
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The beautiful interviewer of HEW Alice Carter is standing backstage with David Parker. The Jackal is dressed in casual jeans and shirt.
Alice Carter: "I'm standing here with Mr. David Parker, who appears to be still employed by Hollywood Elite Wrestling. Mr. Parker, I--"
David Parker: "Of course I am employed! I did nothing wrong, Harley would have no reason to release me. And not only am I employed... I am in full control of Hollywood Elite Wrestling!"
Fans in the arena boo in both surprise and disappointment.
David Parker: "Oh yeah, people, it's true! Our agreement with Harley was that if anything happens to one of us that would prevent the said person from running this company, his partner takes the full charge. And so I am here, your new boss of HEW!"
Alice Carter: "Speaking of Handsome Harley, do you have some news on the condition of the owner of HEW?"
David Parker: "I have several news about the FORMER owner of HEW. He suffered a concussion and lost a lot of blood, he's in a stable state... but don't expect him to be around anytime soon. In the meantime, I will run the business and take care of that Joker dickhead... because he ain't gonna ruin my events!"
With that words the new full-time boss of Hollywood Elite Wrestling leaves.
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The main riff of "Lonely Boy" by The Black Keys blasts through the arena and after few seconds, D.C. Wiland steps from behind the curtain, chewing bubble gum as always and dressed in Vans sneakers, red jeans, his "UltraWiland" shirt and shades. Walking towards the ring, he doesn't shout insults towards our fans like always, he just simply gets inside the ring where two chairs are set in front of a big sign saying "D.C. Wiland's Chocolate Flavour LIVE!" D.C. takes the mic.
D.C. Wiland: "Welcome to the Chocolate Flavour, wankers. Your sports team sucks, your city stinks, your women are ugly and you all are dumb."
The crowd awards him with some boos.
D.C. Wiland: "Okay, no that we got the heel routine done, you have probably noticed that I am pretty pissed off as of late. All the attention that is supposed to be centered around me is given to some no-good fuckers who come to HEW just as guests for a fucking tag team tournament. I will get to them in my promo for that match for PPV Championship which I will finally win... now I need to talk about something different."
He takes off his shades and sits on one of the chairs.
D.C. Wiland: "What plain and simply pisses me off are the guys that try to be a little mysterious around here. All those Santa Claus freaks, sci-fi freaks, comic book freaks, African monster freaks... hell, all of those freaks. But there is one freak that pisses me off even more and that's why I invited him to come over. The biggest flop in the short history of HEW, the man who tried to help himself by hiding under a mask, but burnt out even worse, the most stupid--"
A figure sitting on the rafters interrupts him
"Are you completely sure who are you talking about? Wiland, you surely are out of your mind. If I was you, I wouldn't even ATTEMPT dissing me."
The figure walks his way on the rafters to the area above the hotdog stands and VIP boxes in the crowd of the arena. He climbs down and continues talking while making his way to the ring.
Tyler Angel: "My name.. is Tyler Angel, and I just might be your worst nightmare, Wiland. Yes, yes, I was masked, I admit, but damn son, you just wrote your own death sentence agreement by calling me a flop. Do you realize that you, a little nobody dressed up like an absolute faggot, who did just about NOTHING in HEW are calling ME, Tyler Angel, formerly known as Nobody a flop? Me, a man who won the Gold Rush tournament, me, a man who is a force to be reckoned with, me, a man who stopped, no, who STOMPED down EVERYBODY on his path to victory, just to be scammed out of it by random weirdo who never showed up again?"
Tyler Angel enters the ring and gets into Wiland's face.
Tyler Angel: "You cheated your little way to a title match. But, you see, until now, I was like 'screw it man, that's just some random dude that will get killed by Congo within the first 5 minutes of the match'. But guess what? Sadly for you, the plan's gonna change, you'll be killed by ME within the very first minute of it, no, during the entrance, what about that? What about me, ripping your ugly face off your skull and making you eat glass from your shades, huh? What about me, choking you with your jeans? What about me, tranquilizing you to death with my bare hands? What about when I manipulate the people to hate you even more and humiliate you by trashing you with everything they have, huh?"
He humiliatingly slaps Wiland lightly on his cheeks.
Tyler Angel: "Get your bitches to kiss you on those, because come our match, your stupid face will get deformed so bad that your mother will refuse to talk to you."
Wiland just smirks as he puts the mic to his mouth.
D.C. Wiland: "Well that is just sweet, Tyler, your words are really--"
Wiland suddenly kicks Tyler Angel in the crotch as the crowd boos loudly. "The Main Man" drops the mic and lifts Angel up by pulling his ravenous dark hair.
Wiland: "Cheap! Your words are nothing but fucking cheap!"
He clutches Angel's head in the Rolling Cutter position and drops him with Wilance as the ring is showered with boos! Wiland throws one of the chairs at Tyler and spits at him just as he leaves the ring. Camera closes in on Tyler's face where pain mixes with incredible anger and we cut to our last commercial.
Main Event
King Congo vs. Jimmy White Jr.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening! Introducing first!"
"Party Rock Anthem" starts as the lights go out. The light around the fans would flash to the beat. Ice Cold would come out dancing to the Music after the words "SHAKE THAT" he burst out from the back fist pumpin and exciting the crowd.
Tony Allen: "From Yo Momma's House, weighting in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pouds! "Ice Cold" Jimmy White Jr.!"
Dancing his way down the ramp he stop a few times to party with the crowd. "The Shizz" Max Knight would follow him a good 20 feet back partying as well.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent!"
Tribal drumbeats fill the arena and King Congo comes on the stage, led by Slick Harrison. Congo unleashes an animal-like roar before heading towards the ring, looking intimidating as always.
Tony Allen: "From the Darkest Regions of Africa, weighing in this evening at Three hundred and Ten pounds! King Congo!"
Congo steps inside the ring and we're underway as the bell rings. Ice Cold wastes no time and rushes at the Ignoble Savage, but Congo drops him like nothing with a Full Body Block.
Stephen T. Darling: "This one's gonna be quick. Congo is angry as fuck at Jimmy and he's gonna make a quick work of him."
Congo raises Jimmy on his feet and Irish Whips him to the corner. He just slowly walks there and rocks White with lefts and rights before placing him on the top turnbuckle. Congo now has a deathgrip on Jimmy's head, lets him feel the pain for a little while and then throws him on the mat.
Mark Daniels: "Incredible power by one of the PPV Title contenders!"
Congo raises White again, but Jimmy rakes his opponent's face. Ref doesn't even notice and Jimmy gains the advantage as he begins to kick Congo's legs and mid-section. Enzuigiri rocks Congo and the African giant is on one knee. White rushes off the ropes and hits him with a Sliding Lariat. It takes two more of those to finally send Congo on his back. Jimmy climbs the ropes quickly as ever and performs the Ice Cold Elbow.
Stephen T. Darling: "Boom! Rigt in the heart! Looks like I underestimated this young fella."
Jimmy White Jr. covers.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT!
Mark Daniels: "Wow! Kickout BEFORE TWO, even after all that offense! Incredible!"
Jimmy changes his tactics – he waits until Congo gets up again and performs a beautiful Dropkick right in the face of The Ignoble Savage, that sends Congo down by the ropes. Jimmy doesn't waste a second and performs a Baseball Slide. It again takes more of them, four this time, to get Congo from the ring under the bottom rope.
Mark Daniels: "Smart plan by Jimmy, trying to win via countout!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Obviously he can't win via pinfall, and I highly doubt he or anyone else would be able to make him submit... it is smart, yeah."
Ref stars to count.
ONE!
TWO!
Congo's on his feet and tries to slide in the ring, but Jimmy sends him back ringside with another Dropkick.
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Congo tries again, but Jimmy does the same to prevent him from entering the ring.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Stephen T. Darling: "By the balls of Jesus, he's really gonna win it!"
Congo steps on the apron again, but this time when White attempts the Dropkick, Congo moves a little to the side and Jimmy flies through the ropes. He grabs a hold of the middle rope mid-air, but that doesn't help him one bit, because Congo steps in the ring and then grabs the hand of White and drags him inside for some more beating.
Mark Daniels: "Look at Congo, he's plain pissed off. He's gonna end it here!"
Congo lifts Jimmy on his feet, only to send him crashing down with a Chokeslam! He then lifts Jimmy again, this time in a Gorrila Press position.
Stephen T. Darling: "Look at this, Congo's enjoying it! He's holding Jimmy White jr. above his head, making him wait for his death!"
But the death Stephen Darling was talking about doesn't come in the end! Max Knight slides into the ring and rocks Congo's jaw with The Shizz Superkick! Congo falls backwards and Jimmy falls on him right into a pinning position, but the referee won't count the pin because he calls for the bell, awarding Congo with DQ win!
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification! King Congo!"
Slick Harrison enters the ring to help his client, but Max doubles him over with a kick to the gut and then drops him with The Shizz Bomb!
Mark Daniels: "Oh my! Slick is broken in half after that Black Tiger Bomb!"
Stephen T. Darling: "But watch out! Congo smash!"
It indeed is a mistake Shizz and Jimmy totally forget about the beast that is King Congo. The Ignboble Savage grabs a hold of White, who's closer to him now, and finally drops him with Sacrifice! Max Knight notices it and escapes the ring quickly and arms himself with a steel chair he finds by the announcer table. Congo just Irish Whips White over the ropes and Ice Cold falls right next to Shizz. Congo beats his cheast and screams at the entire arena.
King Congo: "CONGO!... SMASH!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Huge, huge mistake! They made the giant even more pissed off!"
Mark Daniels: "True enough! Ladies and gentlemen that's all we have for you tonight! On behalf of my partner Stephen T. Darling, my name is Mark Daniels, enjoy the rest of your night!"
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Contributed:
CoreyCZ – part of Chocolate Flavour LIVE, X vs. Santa, Congo vs. White, Parker's segment
Handsome Harley – opening segment, Richards vs. Sativa
Pete – Shamrock vs. Green, Starr vs. Smith
Heisenberg – Gabe Noire promo, part of Chocolate Flavour LIVE
Handsome Harley: “I think it is time that we all address a certain member of the staff here in HEW. Someone I gave a chance to help run this company. Someone I thought would run this show the way it should be, and run it impartially.”
The crowd starts to boo as they all know who Harley is referring too.
Handsome Harley: “Parker, you have made it increasingly clear to me that you are unable to perform your duties as intended by me when I gave you this job! You have shown favoritism to one of our wrestlers and have gone out of your way to reward him when he didn't deserve anything but an ass whooping!”
The crowd cheers loudly in response to Harley.
Handsome Harley: “So I think it is time to evaluate your position in this company, and if your services are still required. For this I turn to the fans. Should David Parker remain as Co-Owner of HEW?”
The crowd delivers a resounding “NO!” and series of boos as Harley grins.
Stephen T. Darling: “He can't do this! Parker didn't do anything wrong! This are false charges!”
Mark Daniels: “False Charges? Have we been watching the same show? Parker's been abusing his power to help Wiland.”
Stephen T. Darling: “He was just rewarding our greatest asset in this company! Wiland deserves so much more and Harley knows it!”
Handsome Harley: “Well, there you have it. Mr. Parker. I would like to take this time, to wish you well in all of your future endeavors. In short. Parker! YOU'RE FI-”
Harley is quickly cut off as “Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains blasts through the PA system leaving the crowd and Harley confused as they all look towards the stage. Soon enough out comes the Joker guy from the Pay Per View and he has a barbed wire baseball bat in hand!
Mark Daniels: “Oh no! Not this guy again! What the hell is he doing out here?”
Stephen T. Darling: “Standing up to Injustice!”
Mark Daniels: “I thought you hated this guy?”
Stephen T. Darling: “It's complicated!”
The Joker guy quickly takes off down the ramp towards the ring, sliding in under the ropes and walking right up to Harley and staring him in the eye. Harley goes to bring the mic to his BUT IS BLASTED BY THE BAT! The Joker guy starts wailing on Harley with the barbed wire bat! Beating him down ruthlessly in the middle of the ring as the crowd can only boo on in anger! The Joker goes to the nearby corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle with the bat still in hand and holds it high over his head as Haley slowly gets back to his feet. The Joker jumps from the top rope and brings the bat down on top of Harley's head! Harley is bleeding profusely as the Joker guy stands above him and continues to strike him down with the bat!
Mark Daniels: “My god somebody has got to stop this! Why isn't security coming to his aid!?”
Stephen T. Darling: “Who knows but Harley is getting what he deserves for this witch hunt!”
The Joker guy tosses the bat from the ring and rolls under the ropes to look under the apron, pulling out two chairs and tossing them into the ring! He grabs one chair and wedges it under the bottom rope of a turnbuckle before going over and grabbing Harley, pulling him to his feet and over to the corner. He places Harley in a Tree of Woe against the wedged chair and goes to grab the second! He holds it high in the air as the crowd boos while he moves to the opposite corner.
Mark Daniels: “This is inhumane! How could one human being do this to another?”
The Joker charges forth towards Harley, leaping in the air and placing the steel chair across his feet delivering a devastating dropkick smashing Harley's head between the two chairs! The Joker gets up and stands over Harley's motionless body as numerous EMTs rush to the ring with a stretcher to try and get Harley out as “Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains hits once more as the show goes to commercial.
Danny Sativa vs. Jason Richards
Mark Daniels: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! During the commercial, our medical staff has taken care of our boss Handsome Harley and we were promised to hear further info on his condition later on in the show."
Stephen T. Darling: "Now let's go to more important things... rasslin'!"
Tony Allen: “This next match is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing First!”
"Radioactive" By Imagine Dragons can be heard fading onto the sound system of the sold out arena.
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
The camera begins to pan around the arena as the fans begin to throw out mixed reactions to the young star as he makes his way out onto the top of the stage. Danny Sativa stands at the top of the ramp as he looks around the arena, trying to get the vibe of the crowd.
Tony Allen: “From Santa Claus, Indiana! Weighing in this evening at One hundred and Seventy Six pounds! Pretty Boy Danny Sativa!”
I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system grow
Danny then begins to make his way down the ramp as the fans are reaching out to grab him, mostly females in the front row. Danny then walks around to the side of the entrance ramp and see's a pretty girl and kisses her. He then smiles as does she and then he runs and slides into the ring and stands as he taunts for his match, as the music begins to fade.
Tony Allen: “And his opponent!”
The lights go out as a loud howl is let out through the entire venue as “Clutch” by Barrie Gledden begins to play through the sound system of the venue.
Tony Allen: “From Seattle, Washington! Weighing this evening at Two hundred and Eight pounds! He is one half of the GFC Tag Team Champions! Jason Richards!”
He appears slowly stepping through the curtain looking out of the crowd. He begins slowly walking towards the ring as he holds out his hand as the people slap it. He walks over grabbing a chair standing on it putting on foot on the guard rail making a slashing motion across is throat. He jumps down and then jumps on the apron stepping through the ropes he walks over stepping up to the second rope he let's out a howl jumping down he begins stretching in the corner waiting for the match to begin.
DING DING DING! The match begins and immediately the two superstars charge out of the starting gate circling each other around the ring waiting for the other man to make the first move so that they can counter it with a move of their own. Sativa feigns a punch to turn it into a take down and transition into a Boston Crab putting as much pressure as he can to Richards' back. Richards lets out some cries of pain as he reaches for the ropes but they're just out of reach! Richards summons all the strength he can and starts to power pull himself and Sativa closer to the ropes allowing him to get both hands on the bottom rope forcing the ref to have Sativa break the hold who does so quickly.
Mark Daniels: “Smart move on Sativa's part try to wear down the legs of your opponent as soon as possible.”
Stephen T. Darling: “So what now we have two Handsome's and a Pretty Boy? Well this is Hollywood.”
Richards pulls himself back up to his feet using the ropes as Sativa comes charging in only to get sent catapulted over the top rope and crashing to the floor below! Richards quickly ascends to the top rope and launches a Shooting Star Press to the outside onto Sativa! The crowd breaks into cheers of excitement as the two superstars start getting back to their feet. Richards is the first to do so and quickly climbs back into the ring as the ref starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR! Sativa is back on his feet.
FIVE! Sativa slides back into the ring where he is grabbed and dragged by his hair by Richards to the middle of the ring to throw on a Kimura with Headscissors combo! Sativa has no where to go in the middle of the ring as he desperately tries to reach for the ropes but he is in the middle of the ring with nothing to grab! Sativa starts to crawl with one arm towards the ropes, he starts to get close when Richards wrenches even harder on the arm forcing a cry of pain from Sativa who fights through the pain and keeps crawling managing to get a hold of the bottom rope but Richards keeps on the hold.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Richards releases the hold as Sativa rolls slightly under the ropes clutching his arm in pain as Richards takes off with a Baseball Slide! Sending Sativa back out onto the floor! The ref starts to count once more.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR! Sativa gets to his feet.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN! Sativa slides back into the ring by stays under the bottom rope holding on to it forcing the ref to keep Richards backed away giving Sativa some breathing room and a chance to recover.
Mark Daniels: “Sativa getting a taste of his own medicine and sent out of the ring a second time and is now buying himself some time to recover.”
Stephen T. Darling: “Who would of thought the Pretty Boy has some brains after all!”
Sativa gets to his feet and in comes Richards who is rocked by a European Uppercut and then another and a third for good measure pushing the man back giving Sativa room to hit a Superkick dropping Richards to the ground! Sativa exits out onto the ring apron and grabs hold of the top rope, executing a Springboard Elbowdrop across the chest of Richards! Sativa goes for the pin!
ONE!
TW-KICK OUT!
Stephen T. Darling: “I take back what I said, did he really think that would win him the match?”
Mark Daniels: “Richards is putting up some fight, both men want to win this match badly but only one can.”
Stephen T. Darling: “Well duh.”
Sativa gets back to his feet as he waits for Richards. Once Richards is up Sativa kicks him in the midsection and pulls him in to try for Radioactive Charm but Richards powers out of it and starts firing away with a series of hooks! Richards lifts Sativa up and hits a Fireman's Carry Facebuster! Richards moves to the corner as he sizes Sativa up who slowly starts to move, getting up to a kneeling position Richards charges in with Emerald City Flash! Richards covers him for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Tony Allen: "Here is your winner.... JASON RICHARDS!"
"Clutch" reprises as Jason Richards gets to his feet and celebrates.
Mark Daniels: "Impressive showing by The Strong Style Wolf! And I believe we haven't seen the last of him!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Who knows, maybe when his GFC Tag Team Championship partner Adam Stryker arrives here for T3, they will become the newest additions to our tag division! Only one thing is sure now – Jason Richards knocked the shit out of Danny Sativa!"
Scott Green vs. Mickey Shamrock
Tony Allen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Santa Barbara. California, weighing in at 235 pounds, SCOTT GREEN!
As Stalemate by Stone Sour hits the PA, the lights go into a dark green dim and the expressionless Scott Green walks onto the stage wearing a dark green jacket with the hood up. Staring at the ground while taking slow steps towards the ring, Green finally looks up and pulls down his hood as he looks around at the green lighting. He then takes a few more lackluster steps towards the ring until he gets to the apron, which takes one leap onto before entering the ring. Once in the middle of the ring Green has his arms stretched out for a few seconds just before he removes the jacket.
Stephen T. Darling: Oh man, another delusional bozo! As if Santa wasn't enough! Who's this guy s'posed ta be anyway, Robin de Lamesley?
Mark Daniels: He's Green Arrow, STD. It's a DC Comics characters.
Stephen T. Darling: Man, you know I don't read no nerdy comic books!
Mark Daniels: And yet, you just referenced Robin de Locksley...
As the announcers banter, Sorry For Party Rockin', by LMFAO, begins to play. Soon, Mickey 'Jackpot' Shamrock runs out and starts playing the crowd, especially the ladies. He stops here and there to propose indecent acts to some of the cuter girls, and full-on Frenches one of them. Max Knight, who is with him, promptly slaps him upside the head! Mickey looks indignant, and is sulky as he makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. At this point, the transmission cuts to the announcers' table, where Darling is grooving to Mickey's entrance song!
Tony Allen: And introducing his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 210 pounds and accompanied by Max Knight, Mickey 'Jackpot' Shamrock!
Stephen T. Darling: OH YEAH! The party's in da house!
Mark Daniels: Well, Jackpot better keep his head in the game, because Green certainly is!
Stephen T. Darling: Pff...Green Dick over there doesn't know how to have fun...
As the bell rings, the two men tie up in a lenghty collar and elbow tie-up. Eventually, Green manages to overpower Shamrock, who is thrown against the corner. Green promptly runs at him with a shoulder splash, which connects. He revs up and is about to hit a second when Shamrock puts a leg up to stop him. From the outside, Shizz can be seen barking for Mickey to concentrate, as Green enforces another tie-up. Once both men's arms are locked, Scott begins to apply knees to Mickey's groin, before eventually releasing him against the ropes. As Shamrock rebounds off them, Green lands a dropkick, then goes for the cover.
ONE...
Shamrock kicks out!
Stephen T. Darling: Ha! Gon' take more than that to keep my man Mickey down!
Still showing no signs of frustration or lack of concentration, Green forces Shamrock to his feet and connects with a series of punches. Shamrock tries to fight back, and goes for a low-blow, but Green blocks it, grabbing Mickey's leg and flipping him over!
Mark Daniels: Wow! What reflexes there by our newest signing!
Stephen T. Daniels: Pfff...playground bullshit.
With Mickey firmly on his ass against the turnbuckle, Green goes for the facewash, which can be clearly heard around the arena!
Mark Daniels: Ouch...that's gotta hurt!
Green pulls Shamrock to the center of the ring and prepares to cover, but suddenly, the Shizz grabs his leg and yanks him to the outside!
Mark Daniels: What the...? Ref, ref!
The ref has spotted it, and prepares to eject the Shizz, but Green looks towards him and signals for him to leave it alone; he, Green, will deal with it. The referee nods and stands back, as Green deals with the bigger man; he does, however, begin a count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
At four, the Shizz shoves Green down and prepares to hit him with a Big Boot. The millionaire face, however, rolls out of the way!
FIVE...
SIX...
At seven, Shizz pushes Green away and goes for the Shizz kick. Green surprises him, however, by easily spinning away from the move, then reversing it into an inverted neckbreaker which floors the big man!
Mark Daniels: What a move! What athleticism from Scott Green!
Mickey, seeing his mentor in trouble, promptly dives to the outside. He lands on Green, but the millionaire quickly pushes him off and races into the ring, just in time to beat the count! Mickey promptly follows, and the brawl resumes in the ring as, on the outside, the Shizz is still shaken by what just happened!
Mark Daniels: Close call there for Green, but did you see? He actually told the referee to leave matters to him! This man fights his own battles!
Stephen T. Darling: Yeah, 'cause he's crazy...
In the ring, Shamrock, fresher than his now tired opponent, has the upper hand. He has Green against a corner and is applying kicks to the mid-section. He then whips him across to the opposite turnbuckle, where his manager helps out a little with a couple of sneak blows. Mickey connects with a Spear and goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
Green kicks out at two!
Mark Daniels: Nice try, but no cigar!
Stephen T. Darling: Bullshit. That was a slow count!
Regardless, the match continues, and Shamrock now has Green in a headlock. The face wrestler fights back with elbows to the stomach, one of which is finally strong enough to make Mickey release the hold. Not wanting to risk anything, Green promptly connects with a soccer rainbow kick to Shamrock's face!
Mark Daniels: WHAT A MOVE!
This puts the match firmly back in Scott's hands, and he picks Shamrock up to throw him against the ropes on the other side. Coming back, Mickey dodges his opponent's lariat, but Scott is unfazed. He lets Mickey bounce off again, then hits him square in the jaw with The Bullseye superkick! 'Jackpot' does not immediately fall to the ground, but staggers around blindly, becoming easy pickings for The Green Dream, the front flip piledriver Green uses as his finisher! The millionaire promptly covers!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Ding ding ding!
Tony Allen: Here is your winner, SCOTT GREEN!
The match ends with Green soberly acknowledging his victory, as Max Knight verbally lays into a dazed Shamrock on the outside!
The Emotions
As the fans in the arena are sitting on their places, an unknown song hits the PA system. It's "Breathe Into Me" by Red.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gcEyO-XqAw
A wrestler with long raven black dyed hair and HEAVY dark make up. He stands at the beginning of the entrance ramp, adjusting his dark black slim T-shirt and examining his scars on his arms, probably caused by razorblade cuts. He sadly looks at the ground and kneels and looks up to the rafters and spreads his arms wide, and starts crying. He wipes his tears and angrily, powefully walks his way to the ring and screams "GIVE ME A MICROPHONE, NOW". He is given a microphone and sits in one of the corners of the ring.
The fans welcome him with a "who are you" chant.
He starts talking.
"Who am I.. that just might be the question. Who am I.. that's what I don't know myself. AND YOU DON'T HAVE A DAMN RIGHT TO ASK ME!!!!"
The fans start booing him.
"Boo me, let your emotions out, that's what I'm aiming for. Just.. just call me Gabriel. Gabriel Noire. That's my name, I know that for sure. And I'm here to balance the overall emotions in the place. There is... just way too much happiness in the world. Way too much happiness in this company, just everywhere. Way too much happiness and joy. The most disingenunous, insincere emotion in the world overall. Yet you keep being "happy" as little puppies look. My quest is to balance the emotions. You need to see what sadness looks like. You need to see what's PAIN, desperation! And that is why I took out last week the symbol of happiness and joy, your happy-go-lucky star, Raiden Blaze. As far as I'm concerned, he has a dislocated shoulder and multiple ribs broken."
The crowd boos him for injuring Raiden.
"Imagine him right now, watching us, imagine his tears dropping down his face, as he screams in pain, tied to his hospital bed, for that is the punishment I said he deserves.. and he does. AND SO DOES THE REST OF THE ROSTER! Believe me, I'm not pleased doing so, I'm just sharing my emotions with all of you.. that's how a human mind should work. In fact.. I cry my tears for all of this.. for this cruel world we're bound to live in."
With that being said, he wipes his tears off and paints a broken heart with his liquid make up on the mat and leaves to a chorus of a weird reaction by the crowd.
Stevie Starr vs. Billy Smith
Tony Allen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Mr. Hollywood, STEVIEEEEE STARRRRRR!
As Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic is heard around the arena, lights in the shape of a star begin to flash onto the stage. Stevie Starr then walks out with a Gold robe on and a smug look on his face. As he walks down the ramp he blows kisses to the female members of the audience before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Stevie then gets to his feet in the middle of the ring and poses to the displeasure of the fans.
Stephen T. Darling: The crowd love him already, Daniels! And why shouldn't they? This guy's a movie star! He's our Rock! Besides, this is as close as most of these fuckers are ever going to get to a real celebrity!
Mark Daniels: Well, they're on their feet, Darling, I'll give you that. But I don't think they're cheering...
Suddenly, as the announcers discuss whether Stevie Starr is liked or loathed, Little Willy begins to play, as Bill Smith comes out onto the ramp, smiling and waving. After looking up at the fans for a moment, he begins to jog down to the ring, then walks around it, slapping hands, before rolling in under the bottom rope. From the ring, he continues to point, wave and smile.
Stephen T. Darling: Look at this doofus! Seriously, who keeps bringing these clowns into a reputable organization?
Mark Daniels: Well, he's the brother of Handsome Harry Smith, and one half of our newly-crowned Tag Team Champions!
Stephen T. Darling: Ha! Nepotism, eh? I knew it...no way this asshole would get hired otherwise!
As Darling rants, the bell rings, and Stevie makes straight for Little Willy. Bill is not expecting this, and gets taken down with a clothesline. Stevie wastes no time preening for the crowd, who boo him loudly.
Stephen T. Darling: Look at this! They love him!
Mark Daniels: Are we watching the same match?
Unconcerned with the crowd reaction, the movie Starr slicks back his hair and picks his opponent up, dropping him with a belly-to-belly suplex. He then brings Smith to his feet again, and applies a side headlock, seemingly in no hurry and enjoying himself. As Bill writhes to break free, Stevie almost nonchalantly changes the headlock into an armbar, which he applies with the air of someone who is slightly bored and not even trying. Slowly, very slowly, Bill reaches for the ropes, agonizingly close to grabbing them, but not quite getting there...until, with a willful jerk forward, he does! Nonetheless, Stevie holds the submission for the full five seconds after that, only relenting when the referee threatens to disqualify him. Starr looks almost insulted by this suggestion, strutting around the ring petulantly, his opponent seemingly forgotten.
Mark Daniels: This guy really is all about one person, isn't he?
Stephen T. Darling: Hey, nothing wrong with being your own biggest fan. I am...
Stevie may have been a bit too cocky, however, as suddenly Bill Smith springs to life, running at his opponent and planting him with the Hot Dog bulldog!
Mark Daniels: There! That's what you get when you don't pay attention!
Stephen T. Darling: Pfff...stroke of luck.
Starr seems to share the same opinion, as he looks positively incredulous that anyone - let alone someone like Bill Smith - has managed to plant him. Livid, he lunges at his opponent, but Bill dodges and sticks a leg out, tripping him, to the delight of the crowd. It is now the Tag Champion's turn to preen, as he clasps his hands in a victory gesture. Mark Daniels laughs, and the crowd give him a hearty cheer. It gets caught in their throats, however, when Stevie comes running from behind and topples Smith over the top rope and onto the concrete.
Stephen T. Darling (mockingly): 'That's what you get when you don't pay attention'...
Stevie now goes to the outside to pick up his opponent and throw him against the apron once, twice, three times. He then forces Bill Smith head-first onto the steel steps. As his opponent staggers around, woozy, Starr floors him with a dropkick, before sliding back in the ring to wait out the count.
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
At eight, Smith begins to stir, rising to one knee. Painfully, he manages to roll himself back into the ring just in time to avoid a count-out, but is clearly battered by the brawl outside. Stevie, his cockiness back in full force, patiently waits for him to get back on his feet before planting him again with a Big Boot! He covers!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...NO!
Bill somehow kicks out at two and a half, to his opponent's disbelief. Stevie grabs his hair, his expression incredulous, and begins to argue with the referee. Bill, seizing his chance, attempts his Sausage Roll!
Stephen T. Darling: Not like this!!
ONE...
TW...NO!
The angle in which the roll-up was applied favoured Stevie, who easily got his feet on the ropes. Bill still has the upper hand, however, and throws his opponent to the ropes. As Stevie rebounds, the youngest Smith brother tries a European uppercut, but his opponent dodges and repeats the tripping spot from earlier.
Stephen T. Darling: The roles are reversed! Payback's a bitch, eh, Little Willy?
Bill, however, seems to not have felt the sting as much as Stevie, and gets back on his feet, hurtling at his opponent. Stevie cooly sidesteps, and out goes Willy again!
Mark Daniels: Ouch...things not going too well for Bill Smith here...
Stephen T. Darling: 'Course not. He's a goof!
As he sees his opponent trying to get back on his feet, Stevie promptly performs a Suicide Dive through the middle rope, sending both Smith and himself crashing against the barricade!
Stephen T. Darling: What the fuck, Stevie? Don't hurt yourself!
Indeed, the move seems to have banged up both men, who lay writhing on the floor for a few moments afterwards. The referee begins the count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
At four, both men begin to stir. Smith is on his feet first, but as he starts to limp into the ring, his brother's music comes on the Titantron!
Mark Daniels: What the...? It's Harry Smith, come to help his brother!
Indeed, Harry has emerged onto the ramp, and looks around angrily. Before he can approach the ring, however, the referee intervenes, telling him to go back behind the curtain. Grudgingly, Harry complies; however, the whole distraction has given Stevie an opening, and he connects with a low blow!
Mark Daniels: Low blow! Low blow! Turn around, ref!
Stephen Darling merely chuckles, however, as Starr grabs his hurting opponent, rolls him back into the ring, and applies the corkscrew neckbreaker he calls The Fame Killer! He shouts commandingly, to get the referee's attention and, as he turns around, covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Ding ding ding!
Tony Allen: Here is your winner...STEVIEEEE STARRRR!
Mark Daniels: Some winner! Cheating!
Stephen T. Darling: Hey, they all count, Daniels! Stop being a sore baby...
The camera focuses in on Stevie's dazzling smile, present despite the boos, as we cut to commercial.
FREE FOR ALL CHAMPIONSHIP and LAST SPOT IN THE 4-WAY
X (c) vs. Santa Claus
X (c) vs. Santa Claus
Tony Allen: “This next match is scheduled for One Fall and it for the Free For All Championship AND ! Introducing First!”
"Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bing Crosby (techno dance remix) hits the arena as a chill comes over the arena. A light snow begins to fall from the rafters as a sleigh enters the arena carrying the impressively huge mass of Santa Claus and his beautiful, young, hot wife Mrs. Claus (portrayed today by Carmen Electra), who smiles warmly at Santa as he drops the reigns and stands up in the sleigh. He looks around and smiles as he now hops down quite spryly for an "old" man. He holds up his hand and helps his wife step down from the sleigh. Santa now reaches inside his sleigh and grabs one red and one black Christmas sack made out of crushed red and black velvet material, respectively. Santa chuckles to himself as he slings the sack around himself and catching it on the side of his back around his shoulder. He now hums a merry little Christmas tune as his face tics up into a friendly, yet mischievous smile.
Suddenly, X runs from backstage and bashes Santa's head with his Free For All title! Mrs. Claus is screaming in surprise and runs away scared when X looks at her angrily. The champion then slides Santa under the bottom rope and we are underway with this contest!
Mark Daniels: "A pre-match attack by The Man Of Mystery? Our champion must be really angry!"
Stephen T. Darling: "He probably has enough of these costumed freaks. Plus he already beat Santa once!"
Tony Allen leaves the ring quickly as X stomps away on poor Santa. He then Irish Whips him to the corner where he rocks Santa with a Stinger Splash. He goes for another, but Santa dodges and X crashes hard into the corner!
Mark Daniels: "There is an opening for Santa!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh, don't you dare..."
X goes for a swing, but Santa dodges again, gets behind X and drops him with Mistletoe Madness outta nowhere! He goes for the pin.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT!
Stephen T. Darling: "Phew."
Mark Daniels: "Phew? That's all you're going to say?"
Stephen T. Darling: "Yep. It pretty much sums up my feelings."
Santa waits for X to get up and signals for Sleigh Ride. He has the champ in the double underhook, but X uses his power and throws Santa over his head! As Santa gets up to his feet, X wastes no time and kills him with a mother of all clotheslines!
Stephen T. Darling: "That's it!"
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- KICKOUT!
X lifts Santa again, only to eat a staggering elbow to the face. The Man of Mystery falls on all four while Santa begins to climb the turnbuckle!
Mark Daniels: "If he hits a high risk move, he's gonna kill our champion!"
But X sees his opponent on the top rope and runs at him with velocity and kicks him right in the head with a brutal Yakuza Kick! Santa falls backwards and hits the ground at ringside hard! Referee starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Mark Daniels: "Not this way!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Oh come on, Daniels! He's knocked out!"
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!!
The bell sounds as Ceterum's Architect reprises. X slings the FFA Title over his shoulder and takes one last look of disdain towards Santa as he leaves the ring.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, still the Free For All Champion AND advancing to the PPV Championship Match... X!"
Mark Daniels: "Our Free For All Champion is getting more and more brutal!"
Stephen T. Darling: "And it's bringing him rewards!"
We cut to commercial.
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Backstage
The beautiful interviewer of HEW Alice Carter is standing backstage with David Parker. The Jackal is dressed in casual jeans and shirt.
Alice Carter: "I'm standing here with Mr. David Parker, who appears to be still employed by Hollywood Elite Wrestling. Mr. Parker, I--"
David Parker: "Of course I am employed! I did nothing wrong, Harley would have no reason to release me. And not only am I employed... I am in full control of Hollywood Elite Wrestling!"
Fans in the arena boo in both surprise and disappointment.
David Parker: "Oh yeah, people, it's true! Our agreement with Harley was that if anything happens to one of us that would prevent the said person from running this company, his partner takes the full charge. And so I am here, your new boss of HEW!"
Alice Carter: "Speaking of Handsome Harley, do you have some news on the condition of the owner of HEW?"
David Parker: "I have several news about the FORMER owner of HEW. He suffered a concussion and lost a lot of blood, he's in a stable state... but don't expect him to be around anytime soon. In the meantime, I will run the business and take care of that Joker dickhead... because he ain't gonna ruin my events!"
With that words the new full-time boss of Hollywood Elite Wrestling leaves.
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Chocolate Flavour LIVE!
The main riff of "Lonely Boy" by The Black Keys blasts through the arena and after few seconds, D.C. Wiland steps from behind the curtain, chewing bubble gum as always and dressed in Vans sneakers, red jeans, his "UltraWiland" shirt and shades. Walking towards the ring, he doesn't shout insults towards our fans like always, he just simply gets inside the ring where two chairs are set in front of a big sign saying "D.C. Wiland's Chocolate Flavour LIVE!" D.C. takes the mic.
D.C. Wiland: "Welcome to the Chocolate Flavour, wankers. Your sports team sucks, your city stinks, your women are ugly and you all are dumb."
The crowd awards him with some boos.
D.C. Wiland: "Okay, no that we got the heel routine done, you have probably noticed that I am pretty pissed off as of late. All the attention that is supposed to be centered around me is given to some no-good fuckers who come to HEW just as guests for a fucking tag team tournament. I will get to them in my promo for that match for PPV Championship which I will finally win... now I need to talk about something different."
He takes off his shades and sits on one of the chairs.
D.C. Wiland: "What plain and simply pisses me off are the guys that try to be a little mysterious around here. All those Santa Claus freaks, sci-fi freaks, comic book freaks, African monster freaks... hell, all of those freaks. But there is one freak that pisses me off even more and that's why I invited him to come over. The biggest flop in the short history of HEW, the man who tried to help himself by hiding under a mask, but burnt out even worse, the most stupid--"
A figure sitting on the rafters interrupts him
"Are you completely sure who are you talking about? Wiland, you surely are out of your mind. If I was you, I wouldn't even ATTEMPT dissing me."
The figure walks his way on the rafters to the area above the hotdog stands and VIP boxes in the crowd of the arena. He climbs down and continues talking while making his way to the ring.
Tyler Angel: "My name.. is Tyler Angel, and I just might be your worst nightmare, Wiland. Yes, yes, I was masked, I admit, but damn son, you just wrote your own death sentence agreement by calling me a flop. Do you realize that you, a little nobody dressed up like an absolute faggot, who did just about NOTHING in HEW are calling ME, Tyler Angel, formerly known as Nobody a flop? Me, a man who won the Gold Rush tournament, me, a man who is a force to be reckoned with, me, a man who stopped, no, who STOMPED down EVERYBODY on his path to victory, just to be scammed out of it by random weirdo who never showed up again?"
Tyler Angel enters the ring and gets into Wiland's face.
Tyler Angel: "You cheated your little way to a title match. But, you see, until now, I was like 'screw it man, that's just some random dude that will get killed by Congo within the first 5 minutes of the match'. But guess what? Sadly for you, the plan's gonna change, you'll be killed by ME within the very first minute of it, no, during the entrance, what about that? What about me, ripping your ugly face off your skull and making you eat glass from your shades, huh? What about me, choking you with your jeans? What about me, tranquilizing you to death with my bare hands? What about when I manipulate the people to hate you even more and humiliate you by trashing you with everything they have, huh?"
He humiliatingly slaps Wiland lightly on his cheeks.
Tyler Angel: "Get your bitches to kiss you on those, because come our match, your stupid face will get deformed so bad that your mother will refuse to talk to you."
Wiland just smirks as he puts the mic to his mouth.
D.C. Wiland: "Well that is just sweet, Tyler, your words are really--"
Wiland suddenly kicks Tyler Angel in the crotch as the crowd boos loudly. "The Main Man" drops the mic and lifts Angel up by pulling his ravenous dark hair.
Wiland: "Cheap! Your words are nothing but fucking cheap!"
He clutches Angel's head in the Rolling Cutter position and drops him with Wilance as the ring is showered with boos! Wiland throws one of the chairs at Tyler and spits at him just as he leaves the ring. Camera closes in on Tyler's face where pain mixes with incredible anger and we cut to our last commercial.
Main Event
King Congo vs. Jimmy White Jr.
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening! Introducing first!"
"Party Rock Anthem" starts as the lights go out. The light around the fans would flash to the beat. Ice Cold would come out dancing to the Music after the words "SHAKE THAT" he burst out from the back fist pumpin and exciting the crowd.
Tony Allen: "From Yo Momma's House, weighting in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pouds! "Ice Cold" Jimmy White Jr.!"
Dancing his way down the ramp he stop a few times to party with the crowd. "The Shizz" Max Knight would follow him a good 20 feet back partying as well.
Tony Allen: "And his opponent!"
Tribal drumbeats fill the arena and King Congo comes on the stage, led by Slick Harrison. Congo unleashes an animal-like roar before heading towards the ring, looking intimidating as always.
Tony Allen: "From the Darkest Regions of Africa, weighing in this evening at Three hundred and Ten pounds! King Congo!"
Congo steps inside the ring and we're underway as the bell rings. Ice Cold wastes no time and rushes at the Ignoble Savage, but Congo drops him like nothing with a Full Body Block.
Stephen T. Darling: "This one's gonna be quick. Congo is angry as fuck at Jimmy and he's gonna make a quick work of him."
Congo raises Jimmy on his feet and Irish Whips him to the corner. He just slowly walks there and rocks White with lefts and rights before placing him on the top turnbuckle. Congo now has a deathgrip on Jimmy's head, lets him feel the pain for a little while and then throws him on the mat.
Mark Daniels: "Incredible power by one of the PPV Title contenders!"
Congo raises White again, but Jimmy rakes his opponent's face. Ref doesn't even notice and Jimmy gains the advantage as he begins to kick Congo's legs and mid-section. Enzuigiri rocks Congo and the African giant is on one knee. White rushes off the ropes and hits him with a Sliding Lariat. It takes two more of those to finally send Congo on his back. Jimmy climbs the ropes quickly as ever and performs the Ice Cold Elbow.
Stephen T. Darling: "Boom! Rigt in the heart! Looks like I underestimated this young fella."
Jimmy White Jr. covers.
ONE!
TW-- KICKOUT!
Mark Daniels: "Wow! Kickout BEFORE TWO, even after all that offense! Incredible!"
Jimmy changes his tactics – he waits until Congo gets up again and performs a beautiful Dropkick right in the face of The Ignoble Savage, that sends Congo down by the ropes. Jimmy doesn't waste a second and performs a Baseball Slide. It again takes more of them, four this time, to get Congo from the ring under the bottom rope.
Mark Daniels: "Smart plan by Jimmy, trying to win via countout!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Obviously he can't win via pinfall, and I highly doubt he or anyone else would be able to make him submit... it is smart, yeah."
Ref stars to count.
ONE!
TWO!
Congo's on his feet and tries to slide in the ring, but Jimmy sends him back ringside with another Dropkick.
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Congo tries again, but Jimmy does the same to prevent him from entering the ring.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Stephen T. Darling: "By the balls of Jesus, he's really gonna win it!"
Congo steps on the apron again, but this time when White attempts the Dropkick, Congo moves a little to the side and Jimmy flies through the ropes. He grabs a hold of the middle rope mid-air, but that doesn't help him one bit, because Congo steps in the ring and then grabs the hand of White and drags him inside for some more beating.
Mark Daniels: "Look at Congo, he's plain pissed off. He's gonna end it here!"
Congo lifts Jimmy on his feet, only to send him crashing down with a Chokeslam! He then lifts Jimmy again, this time in a Gorrila Press position.
Stephen T. Darling: "Look at this, Congo's enjoying it! He's holding Jimmy White jr. above his head, making him wait for his death!"
But the death Stephen Darling was talking about doesn't come in the end! Max Knight slides into the ring and rocks Congo's jaw with The Shizz Superkick! Congo falls backwards and Jimmy falls on him right into a pinning position, but the referee won't count the pin because he calls for the bell, awarding Congo with DQ win!
Tony Allen: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification! King Congo!"
Slick Harrison enters the ring to help his client, but Max doubles him over with a kick to the gut and then drops him with The Shizz Bomb!
Mark Daniels: "Oh my! Slick is broken in half after that Black Tiger Bomb!"
Stephen T. Darling: "But watch out! Congo smash!"
It indeed is a mistake Shizz and Jimmy totally forget about the beast that is King Congo. The Ignboble Savage grabs a hold of White, who's closer to him now, and finally drops him with Sacrifice! Max Knight notices it and escapes the ring quickly and arms himself with a steel chair he finds by the announcer table. Congo just Irish Whips White over the ropes and Ice Cold falls right next to Shizz. Congo beats his cheast and screams at the entire arena.
King Congo: "CONGO!... SMASH!"
Stephen T. Darling: "Huge, huge mistake! They made the giant even more pissed off!"
Mark Daniels: "True enough! Ladies and gentlemen that's all we have for you tonight! On behalf of my partner Stephen T. Darling, my name is Mark Daniels, enjoy the rest of your night!"
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Contributed:
CoreyCZ – part of Chocolate Flavour LIVE, X vs. Santa, Congo vs. White, Parker's segment
Handsome Harley – opening segment, Richards vs. Sativa
Pete – Shamrock vs. Green, Starr vs. Smith
Heisenberg – Gabe Noire promo, part of Chocolate Flavour LIVE
