Post by Prez Shay on Jul 19, 2005 12:58:05 GMT 10
OOC - Thanks everyone for putting an effort into this show despite it not being an official Poison. The results won't be as long as usual due to me, admittedly, completely forgetting about it and inviting a friend over. So I've got him playing Smackdown Vs Raw while I do this. Still, he's happy, and away we go.
Also, I'm going to skip the usual intro stuff, and include it all for the first Poison, where it belongs.
OOC 2 - These results are actually very small. But what the hell, enjoy.
Cheap tickets, a non-televised event, and a chance of a lifetime to see the AWO for such a small price. Sure, the card may be limited to only two matches... but still AWO President Shay Semmens told the fans to come, and come they did. Come in droves. And the Detroit AWO arena may not be filled to the brim with fans, but it's not too far off. After all, there's no other way to see this event since it isn't televised. And as the Titantron flares to life the crowd begins to cheer, assuming the show has begun. They aren't wrong. But what they didn't expect, was the show to begin with a Maverick promo...
Only a little while ago, the Slapster had driven away from the scene in his 1,808kg Dodge Magnum. Now, the Titantron illuminates AGAIN, bathing the fans in an eerie blue light. Maverick’s form stands backstage, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. He wears his usual ring attire – loose black leather pants, blue mesh top, black leather boots and a trench coat over the top as well as a pair of aviators. He stares dead on, into the camera, that piercing glare striking fear in the hearts of every individual in the arena.
Maverick: “You think you know pain? You think you know heartache? You think you know what it’s like to live tough? You were put in prison because you made a choice. You were placed in prison because you broke the law and you got caught – as a result, you were punished. That’s the difference between you and me. I didn’t get a choice. I didn’t choose to have my family killed in a house fire – that wasn’t my decision. You at least had the luxury of options – do I hit this guy in the face with a baseball bat, or do I not? That’s obviously just an example, I don’t know, nor do I care what you did to get into jail – I have to make that clear because metaphor is simply lost on you as we’ve seen over the past few days. How you can judge the way I live my life against your own and call me soft because of it is pitiful man, pitiful. The only thing hard about you is what Bond uses to pillage your Hershey Highway. So you’re huge, big deal, does that make you hard? Does that make you somehow mentally stronger than me? I’m making the best out of an awful situation and you’re just a deformed freak in a hearse who hangs out with hobos. I’ve had my fair share of homeless people, I was one, I lived rough once upon a time. I made something of myself though. I raised myself up from a filthy street urchin into the most charismatic man in the AWO today – that’s what I mean about living my life. I live my life in luxury because I appreciate what I have and I make the most of it, because it wasn’t always there and mightn’t always be there. That’s what living for the moment is. You can spend your time with the homeless anytime. It’s fine to say that staying connected to your roots is showing appreciation for how you got here today. The fact is though Slapster, you’re nowhere. What have you done so far? Have you held any titles? No. Have you had any major career achievements? No. You’ve done, nothing. You’re a failure by all uses of the word. You’re a disgrace to pro-wrestling on the whole and my character is the less for even knowing you – Lord knows how I’ll be able to bring myself to touch you while I’m beating your ass into a fine powder in just a few minutes time.”
Maverick pushes his hair out of his eyes before making a gesture, rubbing his fingers together as if simulating making a powder.
Maverick: “The game of Life you say, what are you trying to insinuate? That if I’m not good at life then I won’t be able to beat you? If I can’t balance my cheque books and pay my bills and make ends meet then I won’t be able to make the end of my fist meet your unequivocally malformed chin? I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I will beat you because I’m a wrestler, a damned good one at that – I’ll be the first to admit that. What happens on this fateful night will not have anything to do with the game of Life, the only game we could liken it to is Emergency – because once it’s all done, you will need body parts reattached, if you’re lucky they might even give you a personality implant while you’re on the table...
You’re undefeated in the AWO because you have something that others don’t. You have that special X-factor that everyone else here lacks. I like to call it, ‘Proof that the Indians fucked the Buffalo’. Let’s face it, you’re no oil painting, Slapster, unless we’re talking Picasso. The only canvas your severely deformed visage will be seeing is in the ring when I crush your head into it repeatedly.”
Maverick starts to walk along the AWO corridor, strutting with a little too much confidence, as though he knows something that the Detroit fans do not – like basic arithmetic. However, when he arrives at his destination he stops – as one does when they get to where they’re going – and the fans can discern that he is standing in front of the Slapster’s locker room, by reading the plaque on the door that reads, ‘The Slapster’. Maverick reaches into the pocket of his black leather pants and pulls out a full size poster, one could wonder how they didn’t notice it there earlier. He unrolls it and tapes it firmly to the door before walking out of his position which was blocking the view of what he has just attached to the door. There, in all it’s glory is Picasso’s, ‘The Old Guitar Player’, except with one minor difference – the Slapster’s horrifically misshapen head has been edited in, in place of the original head.
Maverick: “I’m not a cheap individual. I’ll fight a man based on his merits, which for Slapster are few. In the good old days, Scruffy Dog and Cheap Shot would have boarded up the locker room door so the hapless individual inside couldn’t get to their match on time. Others would have barged in their and ransacked it or attacked the person in there. I know pretty well that the Slapster will either be in Bond’s cupboard or on the streets with his hobo pals, so charging in their would be reckless and on the whole unnecessary. He’s so wrapped up in those guys that he wouldn’t notice anyway. Slapster, you seem to feel the need to justify your spending time with those guys – not once did you mention that they might be interesting people with a story to tell about life, love and the meaning of God. No, you ramble out something about everyone there re-enacting their old jobs. Fireworks technicians, pro-wrestlers and… You. Once the show is over in a couple days time, you can join them once more Slapster. You can join them in the streets, you can join them at the back of the welfare line, you can join them wherever you like, because like I used to be, you’ll be without choice. You’ll still be 6’8”, you’ll still be built like a tank, but once you’re in a wheelchair, you don’t get to decide whether or not you live for the moment. A wise man once said, ‘A man who cannot choose is not a man at all’. Well Slapster, after the pre-return show, you’ll be the biggest steer mistake since the Titanic… Think about it.”
As the lights return to normal and the promo ends, the crowd is thrown into confusion. Is that the start of the show, or does that promo mean the show is still hours away? After all... that promo was taken after Slapster left the arena, so was it a reply of an early promo or... suddenly Pantera's 'Mouth for War' ends everyone's doubts and the crowd begins to cheer, but only for a moment, before booing the mammoth figure that walks out from the entranceway.
Larry: "Ladies and Gentlemen... welcome to the AWO's Pre-Poison Warm Up show! The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor... The Slapster!"
Rob: "This is going to be quite a battle Steve. It's amazing this isn't being televised.
Steve: "I think it's more amazing that we're even here. No one can hear us!"
Rob: "This show is being taped for replay and history purposes Steve, now quit complaining and do what you get paid for."
The crowd continues to boo as The Slapster slowly wanders down to the ring. He’s looking around at the fans with a slight smirk on his face, and little interest.
Steve: “It’s almost as if The Slapster is bored with this, Rob.”
Rob: “Well, he is undefeated Steve. But I have to tell you, I haven’t seen Maverick this worked up for quite some time. The Slapster’s record may be taken away from him tonight.”
Steve: “And it won’t even be on live television. What a waste”
The Slapster climbs up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope after pulling it down with his massive hand. He walks up to Larry, the announcer, and glares at him for a moment, before turning away and chuckling to himself. Larry holds his ground, but sweat is visible on his forehead.
Larry: “And the opponent… former member of Ego Trip… Maverick!”
’Crave’ by The Butterfly Affect hits, a song most likely unheard of here in Detroit before Maverick came along, and the crowd continues to boo.
Rob: “Something just occurred to me. Every match tonight is with a bunch of guys the fans hate. No fan favourites have been included on the card!”
Steve: “Well, I can’t say that was wise of Shay… although the so called ‘heels’ of this federation are always the ones to get things done around here.”
Maverick emerges from the back and saunters down the ramp, soaking up the boos as he goes, completely unfazed by all the negative attention. He jumps up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He spins around with a smile on his face but the smile quickly fades as he sees The Slapster charging past Larry straight for him! Larry quickly slides out of the ring as the bell is rung!
Steve: “Whoo! I love a match that starts quickly!”
Maverick quickly ducks to the side and The Slapster hits nothing but the ropes as his charge comes to an end. He stops dead, but Maverick is quickly behind him and drives his foot into the back of Maverick’s knee. The Slapster doesn’t go down though, and quickly turns around and grabs Maverick’s throat with his huge hand! Maverick squirms and grabs at The Slapster’s hand, and eventually works his way out, as he backs away from The Slapster. The Slapster just smiles back.
Rob: “It looks like The Slapster might be a little harder to get down than Maverick may have planned for.”
Maverick begins to circle the ring but The Slapster doesn’t follow. He just stands there, making Maverick stop also, unless he wanted to walk right into him. He doesn’t get a chance to think of another plan however, when The Slapster charges forward again. Maverick is taken by surprise, but manages to duck a clothesline anyway, and quickly retreat to the other side of the ring.
Rob: “The Slapster is fast for a big man, but Maverick still seems to have the speed advantage regardless of The Slapster’s training.”
The Slapster turns somewhat more slowly, and now the smile is lost from his face. As he turns, Maverick charges. He flies into the air with a flying clothesline, but The Slapster grabs his arm, and his hip, as he moves aside, and launches Maverick right into the opposite turnbuckle! Maverick lands on chest first on the padded turnbuckle, and slides back off onto the ring mat, gasping for breath.
Steve: “My God! The strength of The Slapster! If nothing else, you can’t doubt this man’s power!”
Now the smile returns to The Slapster, but only for a moment, as he rushes over and begins stomping the hell out of Maverick. Maverick jerks around under The Slapster’s feet, until The Slapster grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him up. He then lifts him up completely over his shoulders and holds him there! The crowd gives a mixed reaction before he walks over to the edge of the other side of the ring, and throws Maverick over the ropes to the outside!!!
Rob: “My God! This is bad for Maverick! I’m starting to think The Slapster’s record is safe!”
Maverick lands on the mats outside with a rather sickening thud, and rolls around for a moment, still taking deep gasps for breath. The referee, not willing to give him any sympathy, begins the ring out count.
One…
Two… Maverick tries to get to his feet but the pain in his chest once again returns and he drops.
Three…
Rob: “I’m getting concerned. Maverick may have a broken rib!”
Four… Maverick eventually uses the ring apron to climb back to his feet, but remains outside the ring, holding his ribs.
Five… either sick of waiting, or knowing that Maverick is going to get back into the ring eventually, The Slapster slides out of the ring next to him, restarting the count, and walks towards him. Suddenly though, Maverick lets go of his ribs, grabs The Slapster’s arm, and whips him into the metal turnbuckle!! The Slapster’s shoulder hits it with a sickening thud as Maverick falls down to the mat, solely due to the force which he exerted to whip The Slapster.
Steve: “Oh my! Was he faking? That was brilliant if he was!”
And yet the Slapster still remains upright. He holds his shoulder, a look of pain on his face, but turns almost immediately back to Maverick. Maverick runs at him, clearly fully revived, and The Slapster tries a slow punch with his right arm (not the one that hit the turnbuckle) which Maverick dodges. Maverick ducks behind him, and The Slapster quickly turns back. As he does, however, Maverick once again ducks behind him so that he’s on the side he originally was, but behind him. Wasting no time, he jumps up and dropkicks The Slapster in the backs of the knees! Finally, The Slapster falls to his knees. Maverick quickly grabs The Slapster by the head, and slams him face first into the ring barricade! He then slides into the ring as quickly as possible, as the referee continues the new count!
Seven…
Rob: “The Slapster may not be able to get back in time! Surely this is over! Maverick may have won this one by outsmarting The Slapster!”
Eight… The Slapster remains leaning against the ring barricade, face down.
Nine… suddenly, The Slapster springs back to life. He rushes over to the ring and slides inside milliseconds before the ref signals the ten count!
Steve: “Lucky. Very very lucky.”
As The Slapster climbs back up to his knees, Maverick is on him in seconds. He quickly grabs his head… before giving him The Lockdown! (Edgecator)
Rob: “We haven’t seen that signature move for a while, but after that blow to The Slapster’s head, it could be enough!”
Maverick quickly pushes The Slapster over onto his back and lifts his leg for the count.
One…
Before the ref can even count to two, The Slapster pushes Maverick clear off him and begins to climb back to his feet!
Steve: “Wrong as always Rob. The Slapster is a formidable force in that ring.”
The Slapster, while getting to his feet, is clearly shaken however. Maverick sees this and runs the opposite way, bouncing off the ropes, and charging towards the back of The Slapster! The Slapster turns and just as Maverick jumps, The Slapster grabs his legs and lifts him into the air, before bringing him down to the ring mat with a huge Flapjack!
Rob: “Great takedown!”
Both men lie in the ring, not unconscious, but fairly winded. Eventually The Slapster is the first person to climb to his feet. Maverick doesn’t take much longer however, but before he can get to his feet The Slapster has positioned himself behind him. When Maverick turns, The Slapster shoves a Big Boot right into Maverick’s face, sending him back down again! The Slapster then grabs Maverick by the shoulder again and pulls his hand back, ready to shove it in his mouth for a Pie in the Face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but before The Slapster has the chance, Maverick suddenly sends a backhand into his face, taking him by surprise. In a flash, Maverick jumps behind The Slapster, grabs his arms, and wraps him around into a MindBender!!! (Unprettier)
Steve: “This one’s over!!!”
Maverick quickly rolls The Slapster over again and jumps on top of him as the referee makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three!!! The Slapster throws Maverick off him and sits up, fully awake, but its milliseconds too late, and the referee calls for the bell.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… Maverick!!”
The Slapster jumps back to his feet, glaring at the referee, before turning to Maverick. Maverick raises his hand in triumph, but as soon as he sees The Slapster glaring at him, slides out of the ring and quickly walks back up the ramp. Despite the hasty exit, Maverick still has a cocky smirk on his face as he exits.
Rob: “Well The Slapster’s reign is finally over, and it took Maverick to bring it to an end.”
Steve: “And it wasn’t even on TV! I guess he can still say he’s never lost on National TV!”
Rob: “And I have to wonder if this is going to be over. Is The Slapster going to be content with losing to Maverick, or is he going to want a rematch?”
The Slapster stomps his feet, and shakes the top rope violently, clearly pissed off about the loss. The referee backs away, knowing what’s best, but eventually The Slapster leaves on his own accord, and Larry gets back into the ring to announce the next match.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… the following is your main event for the night and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor… the former ULF Champion… Chris Bond!”
’Hating Hollywood’ by Theory of a Deadman hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Rob: “I still don’t know if Shay was right adding no fan favourites to the card. These fans don’t know how to react.”
Chris Bond walks down the ramp, wasting no time, and slides into the ring. He walks around the ring a bit, but doesn’t showboat too much, before positioning himself on the other side of the ring and staring at the entranceway, waiting for his opponent.
Larry: “And his opponent… the CURRENT United Lesser Federations Champion… Aryan!
The fans give another mixed reaction, although slightly more cheering than Bond received, as ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein hits and Aryan’s trademark blinding light shines from the entranceway, blinding any fans who haven’t yet learnt to look away. Aryan steps in front of the light, throwing his silhouette across the arena, arms outstretched, before the light dims and he walks down the arena. Bond stays focused on his opponent, but Aryan has yet to pay any attention to him, as he walks down the ramp staring at the crowd instead. Larry exits the ring and Aryan jumps up on the ring apron, still not looking at his opponent. Bond begins to walk toward him but the referee stops him. Still Aryan has paid him no attention.
Rob: “Aryan has a commanding 2 – 0 record over Bond, but surely he should still pay him some respect.”
Aryan climbs through the ropes and finally turns to look at Bond, but practically looks right through him, before turning to look at the fans on the other side of the arena. Finally the referee decides he’s had enough time, and calls for the bell… and yet Aryan still doesn’t immediately turn to Bond. Bond shakes his head, circling around behind Aryan. Aryan turns, and as he does, Bond steps forward and goes for a Reality Check!! (Superkick) But Aryan quickly sidesteps, while pushing Bond’s foot away. He then smiles back at Bond. Bond lowers his foot, frowning.
Rob: “I think Aryan may end up paying for this cocky attitude.”
Steve: “If he doesn’t, though, Bond’s hopes of establishing any pride in this match or future ones are done with.”
Aryan shakes his head, smiling, at Bond, as if hinting he should have known better. He then turns away from Bond, yawning to the crowd. This was taking it too far, however, and as soon as he does it, Bond grabs Aryan’s hair, and pulls it down hard, pulling Aryan backwards!!
Rob: “I knew this would happen…”
Aryan hits the mat hard and tries to jump back up but Bond drops a knee onto Aryan’s shoulder. He then starts thumping fists into Aryan’s face, which is now covered with his blonde hair. Aryan finally rolls away and slides under the bottom ring and to the outside. He looks shocked for a moment, but then calms down and smirks again, shrugging the attack off.
Rob: “Is he ever going to learn?”
Aryan rolls back into the ring and stands once again, smirking. Bond charges, but this time Aryan charges too, and spears Bond to the ground, taking him by surprise! He then pulls Bond to his feet and grabs his head, snapping him back with a snap suplex! Bond writhes on the mat for a moment before Aryan pulls him back and up delivers another snap suplex to him! After some more writing, Aryan once again pulls him up, but this time power whips him hard into the turnbuckle! Bond smacks into the turnbuckle and bounces off, spinning, as Aryan runs in and clotheslines him to the ground!!!
Steve: “Well he certainly isn’t paying too badly here Rob.”
Aryan flicks his hair, smiling out at the crowd, before putting his foot on Bond’s chest, in a terribly cocky pin.
One… Bond throws Aryan’s foot off him, and jumps back to his feet, looking disgusted and annoyed.
Rob: “Aryan shouldn’t have let up so quickly. This is a disgrace.”
Steve: “He’s been against Cheap Shot Rob, now he sees Bond as nothing.”
Rob: “He LOST to Cheap Shot!”
Aryan then puts one hand behind his back, and with the other gives Bond the ‘come here’ gesture. Bond rolls his eyes, and walks forward. He tries to grab Aryan, but as he does so, Aryan slaps him across the face with the other hand. Bond is sent sidestepping, a dazed look on his eyes. Aryan starts laughing, until Bond turns and tries to punch Aryan. Aryan grabs Bond’s arm however, and once again whips him into the turnbuckle! This time Bond stays leaning against the turnbuckle, as Aryan continues to laugh.
Rob: “Okay, I’m starting to believe Bond really does have no chance here. Aryan is… “
Aryan shakes his head and then mouths ‘time to finish this’ to the crowd. He then walks towards Bond’s back… when suddenly Bond turns and smashes a surprised Aryan in the face with a Reality Check!!!
Rob: “Oh my God!”
Aryan drops backwards, out cold, sprawled on his back, and Bond drops quickly on top of him, lifting his leg, as the referee drops for the count.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
Steve: “I can’t believe it!”
Rob: “He did it! Bond has beaten Aryan! And it was Aryan’s ego that was his undoing! Of that there can be no doubt!”
Bond climbs off Aryan as his music begins to play once again.
Larry: “And your winner… Chris Bond!”
Bond, despite the huge upset, does not seem at all surprised with the ring. Instead, he stares down at the unconscious Aryan, before kicking him in the stomach once more for good measure.
Steve: “What a way to end this! And none of this was televised!”
Rob: “It is indeed a shame… but with this behind Bond’s name, what is this going to do to his confidence? And what will it do to Aryan’s?”
Steve: “Well, we’ll find all that out on next week’s Poison! It is next week isn’t it?
Rob: “I’ve no idea…”
And with that, Rob and Steve sign off and walk away. Eventually, Bond follows, leaving Aryan barely conscious in the ring, and the fans looking forward to Poison.
Also, I'm going to skip the usual intro stuff, and include it all for the first Poison, where it belongs.
OOC 2 - These results are actually very small. But what the hell, enjoy.
Cheap tickets, a non-televised event, and a chance of a lifetime to see the AWO for such a small price. Sure, the card may be limited to only two matches... but still AWO President Shay Semmens told the fans to come, and come they did. Come in droves. And the Detroit AWO arena may not be filled to the brim with fans, but it's not too far off. After all, there's no other way to see this event since it isn't televised. And as the Titantron flares to life the crowd begins to cheer, assuming the show has begun. They aren't wrong. But what they didn't expect, was the show to begin with a Maverick promo...
Only a little while ago, the Slapster had driven away from the scene in his 1,808kg Dodge Magnum. Now, the Titantron illuminates AGAIN, bathing the fans in an eerie blue light. Maverick’s form stands backstage, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. He wears his usual ring attire – loose black leather pants, blue mesh top, black leather boots and a trench coat over the top as well as a pair of aviators. He stares dead on, into the camera, that piercing glare striking fear in the hearts of every individual in the arena.
Maverick: “You think you know pain? You think you know heartache? You think you know what it’s like to live tough? You were put in prison because you made a choice. You were placed in prison because you broke the law and you got caught – as a result, you were punished. That’s the difference between you and me. I didn’t get a choice. I didn’t choose to have my family killed in a house fire – that wasn’t my decision. You at least had the luxury of options – do I hit this guy in the face with a baseball bat, or do I not? That’s obviously just an example, I don’t know, nor do I care what you did to get into jail – I have to make that clear because metaphor is simply lost on you as we’ve seen over the past few days. How you can judge the way I live my life against your own and call me soft because of it is pitiful man, pitiful. The only thing hard about you is what Bond uses to pillage your Hershey Highway. So you’re huge, big deal, does that make you hard? Does that make you somehow mentally stronger than me? I’m making the best out of an awful situation and you’re just a deformed freak in a hearse who hangs out with hobos. I’ve had my fair share of homeless people, I was one, I lived rough once upon a time. I made something of myself though. I raised myself up from a filthy street urchin into the most charismatic man in the AWO today – that’s what I mean about living my life. I live my life in luxury because I appreciate what I have and I make the most of it, because it wasn’t always there and mightn’t always be there. That’s what living for the moment is. You can spend your time with the homeless anytime. It’s fine to say that staying connected to your roots is showing appreciation for how you got here today. The fact is though Slapster, you’re nowhere. What have you done so far? Have you held any titles? No. Have you had any major career achievements? No. You’ve done, nothing. You’re a failure by all uses of the word. You’re a disgrace to pro-wrestling on the whole and my character is the less for even knowing you – Lord knows how I’ll be able to bring myself to touch you while I’m beating your ass into a fine powder in just a few minutes time.”
Maverick pushes his hair out of his eyes before making a gesture, rubbing his fingers together as if simulating making a powder.
Maverick: “The game of Life you say, what are you trying to insinuate? That if I’m not good at life then I won’t be able to beat you? If I can’t balance my cheque books and pay my bills and make ends meet then I won’t be able to make the end of my fist meet your unequivocally malformed chin? I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I will beat you because I’m a wrestler, a damned good one at that – I’ll be the first to admit that. What happens on this fateful night will not have anything to do with the game of Life, the only game we could liken it to is Emergency – because once it’s all done, you will need body parts reattached, if you’re lucky they might even give you a personality implant while you’re on the table...
You’re undefeated in the AWO because you have something that others don’t. You have that special X-factor that everyone else here lacks. I like to call it, ‘Proof that the Indians fucked the Buffalo’. Let’s face it, you’re no oil painting, Slapster, unless we’re talking Picasso. The only canvas your severely deformed visage will be seeing is in the ring when I crush your head into it repeatedly.”
Maverick starts to walk along the AWO corridor, strutting with a little too much confidence, as though he knows something that the Detroit fans do not – like basic arithmetic. However, when he arrives at his destination he stops – as one does when they get to where they’re going – and the fans can discern that he is standing in front of the Slapster’s locker room, by reading the plaque on the door that reads, ‘The Slapster’. Maverick reaches into the pocket of his black leather pants and pulls out a full size poster, one could wonder how they didn’t notice it there earlier. He unrolls it and tapes it firmly to the door before walking out of his position which was blocking the view of what he has just attached to the door. There, in all it’s glory is Picasso’s, ‘The Old Guitar Player’, except with one minor difference – the Slapster’s horrifically misshapen head has been edited in, in place of the original head.
Maverick: “I’m not a cheap individual. I’ll fight a man based on his merits, which for Slapster are few. In the good old days, Scruffy Dog and Cheap Shot would have boarded up the locker room door so the hapless individual inside couldn’t get to their match on time. Others would have barged in their and ransacked it or attacked the person in there. I know pretty well that the Slapster will either be in Bond’s cupboard or on the streets with his hobo pals, so charging in their would be reckless and on the whole unnecessary. He’s so wrapped up in those guys that he wouldn’t notice anyway. Slapster, you seem to feel the need to justify your spending time with those guys – not once did you mention that they might be interesting people with a story to tell about life, love and the meaning of God. No, you ramble out something about everyone there re-enacting their old jobs. Fireworks technicians, pro-wrestlers and… You. Once the show is over in a couple days time, you can join them once more Slapster. You can join them in the streets, you can join them at the back of the welfare line, you can join them wherever you like, because like I used to be, you’ll be without choice. You’ll still be 6’8”, you’ll still be built like a tank, but once you’re in a wheelchair, you don’t get to decide whether or not you live for the moment. A wise man once said, ‘A man who cannot choose is not a man at all’. Well Slapster, after the pre-return show, you’ll be the biggest steer mistake since the Titanic… Think about it.”
As the lights return to normal and the promo ends, the crowd is thrown into confusion. Is that the start of the show, or does that promo mean the show is still hours away? After all... that promo was taken after Slapster left the arena, so was it a reply of an early promo or... suddenly Pantera's 'Mouth for War' ends everyone's doubts and the crowd begins to cheer, but only for a moment, before booing the mammoth figure that walks out from the entranceway.
Larry: "Ladies and Gentlemen... welcome to the AWO's Pre-Poison Warm Up show! The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor... The Slapster!"
Rob: "This is going to be quite a battle Steve. It's amazing this isn't being televised.
Steve: "I think it's more amazing that we're even here. No one can hear us!"
Rob: "This show is being taped for replay and history purposes Steve, now quit complaining and do what you get paid for."
The crowd continues to boo as The Slapster slowly wanders down to the ring. He’s looking around at the fans with a slight smirk on his face, and little interest.
Steve: “It’s almost as if The Slapster is bored with this, Rob.”
Rob: “Well, he is undefeated Steve. But I have to tell you, I haven’t seen Maverick this worked up for quite some time. The Slapster’s record may be taken away from him tonight.”
Steve: “And it won’t even be on live television. What a waste”
The Slapster climbs up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope after pulling it down with his massive hand. He walks up to Larry, the announcer, and glares at him for a moment, before turning away and chuckling to himself. Larry holds his ground, but sweat is visible on his forehead.
Larry: “And the opponent… former member of Ego Trip… Maverick!”
’Crave’ by The Butterfly Affect hits, a song most likely unheard of here in Detroit before Maverick came along, and the crowd continues to boo.
Rob: “Something just occurred to me. Every match tonight is with a bunch of guys the fans hate. No fan favourites have been included on the card!”
Steve: “Well, I can’t say that was wise of Shay… although the so called ‘heels’ of this federation are always the ones to get things done around here.”
Maverick emerges from the back and saunters down the ramp, soaking up the boos as he goes, completely unfazed by all the negative attention. He jumps up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He spins around with a smile on his face but the smile quickly fades as he sees The Slapster charging past Larry straight for him! Larry quickly slides out of the ring as the bell is rung!
Steve: “Whoo! I love a match that starts quickly!”
Maverick quickly ducks to the side and The Slapster hits nothing but the ropes as his charge comes to an end. He stops dead, but Maverick is quickly behind him and drives his foot into the back of Maverick’s knee. The Slapster doesn’t go down though, and quickly turns around and grabs Maverick’s throat with his huge hand! Maverick squirms and grabs at The Slapster’s hand, and eventually works his way out, as he backs away from The Slapster. The Slapster just smiles back.
Rob: “It looks like The Slapster might be a little harder to get down than Maverick may have planned for.”
Maverick begins to circle the ring but The Slapster doesn’t follow. He just stands there, making Maverick stop also, unless he wanted to walk right into him. He doesn’t get a chance to think of another plan however, when The Slapster charges forward again. Maverick is taken by surprise, but manages to duck a clothesline anyway, and quickly retreat to the other side of the ring.
Rob: “The Slapster is fast for a big man, but Maverick still seems to have the speed advantage regardless of The Slapster’s training.”
The Slapster turns somewhat more slowly, and now the smile is lost from his face. As he turns, Maverick charges. He flies into the air with a flying clothesline, but The Slapster grabs his arm, and his hip, as he moves aside, and launches Maverick right into the opposite turnbuckle! Maverick lands on chest first on the padded turnbuckle, and slides back off onto the ring mat, gasping for breath.
Steve: “My God! The strength of The Slapster! If nothing else, you can’t doubt this man’s power!”
Now the smile returns to The Slapster, but only for a moment, as he rushes over and begins stomping the hell out of Maverick. Maverick jerks around under The Slapster’s feet, until The Slapster grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him up. He then lifts him up completely over his shoulders and holds him there! The crowd gives a mixed reaction before he walks over to the edge of the other side of the ring, and throws Maverick over the ropes to the outside!!!
Rob: “My God! This is bad for Maverick! I’m starting to think The Slapster’s record is safe!”
Maverick lands on the mats outside with a rather sickening thud, and rolls around for a moment, still taking deep gasps for breath. The referee, not willing to give him any sympathy, begins the ring out count.
One…
Two… Maverick tries to get to his feet but the pain in his chest once again returns and he drops.
Three…
Rob: “I’m getting concerned. Maverick may have a broken rib!”
Four… Maverick eventually uses the ring apron to climb back to his feet, but remains outside the ring, holding his ribs.
Five… either sick of waiting, or knowing that Maverick is going to get back into the ring eventually, The Slapster slides out of the ring next to him, restarting the count, and walks towards him. Suddenly though, Maverick lets go of his ribs, grabs The Slapster’s arm, and whips him into the metal turnbuckle!! The Slapster’s shoulder hits it with a sickening thud as Maverick falls down to the mat, solely due to the force which he exerted to whip The Slapster.
Steve: “Oh my! Was he faking? That was brilliant if he was!”
And yet the Slapster still remains upright. He holds his shoulder, a look of pain on his face, but turns almost immediately back to Maverick. Maverick runs at him, clearly fully revived, and The Slapster tries a slow punch with his right arm (not the one that hit the turnbuckle) which Maverick dodges. Maverick ducks behind him, and The Slapster quickly turns back. As he does, however, Maverick once again ducks behind him so that he’s on the side he originally was, but behind him. Wasting no time, he jumps up and dropkicks The Slapster in the backs of the knees! Finally, The Slapster falls to his knees. Maverick quickly grabs The Slapster by the head, and slams him face first into the ring barricade! He then slides into the ring as quickly as possible, as the referee continues the new count!
Seven…
Rob: “The Slapster may not be able to get back in time! Surely this is over! Maverick may have won this one by outsmarting The Slapster!”
Eight… The Slapster remains leaning against the ring barricade, face down.
Nine… suddenly, The Slapster springs back to life. He rushes over to the ring and slides inside milliseconds before the ref signals the ten count!
Steve: “Lucky. Very very lucky.”
As The Slapster climbs back up to his knees, Maverick is on him in seconds. He quickly grabs his head… before giving him The Lockdown! (Edgecator)
Rob: “We haven’t seen that signature move for a while, but after that blow to The Slapster’s head, it could be enough!”
Maverick quickly pushes The Slapster over onto his back and lifts his leg for the count.
One…
Before the ref can even count to two, The Slapster pushes Maverick clear off him and begins to climb back to his feet!
Steve: “Wrong as always Rob. The Slapster is a formidable force in that ring.”
The Slapster, while getting to his feet, is clearly shaken however. Maverick sees this and runs the opposite way, bouncing off the ropes, and charging towards the back of The Slapster! The Slapster turns and just as Maverick jumps, The Slapster grabs his legs and lifts him into the air, before bringing him down to the ring mat with a huge Flapjack!
Rob: “Great takedown!”
Both men lie in the ring, not unconscious, but fairly winded. Eventually The Slapster is the first person to climb to his feet. Maverick doesn’t take much longer however, but before he can get to his feet The Slapster has positioned himself behind him. When Maverick turns, The Slapster shoves a Big Boot right into Maverick’s face, sending him back down again! The Slapster then grabs Maverick by the shoulder again and pulls his hand back, ready to shove it in his mouth for a Pie in the Face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but before The Slapster has the chance, Maverick suddenly sends a backhand into his face, taking him by surprise. In a flash, Maverick jumps behind The Slapster, grabs his arms, and wraps him around into a MindBender!!! (Unprettier)
Steve: “This one’s over!!!”
Maverick quickly rolls The Slapster over again and jumps on top of him as the referee makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three!!! The Slapster throws Maverick off him and sits up, fully awake, but its milliseconds too late, and the referee calls for the bell.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… Maverick!!”
The Slapster jumps back to his feet, glaring at the referee, before turning to Maverick. Maverick raises his hand in triumph, but as soon as he sees The Slapster glaring at him, slides out of the ring and quickly walks back up the ramp. Despite the hasty exit, Maverick still has a cocky smirk on his face as he exits.
Rob: “Well The Slapster’s reign is finally over, and it took Maverick to bring it to an end.”
Steve: “And it wasn’t even on TV! I guess he can still say he’s never lost on National TV!”
Rob: “And I have to wonder if this is going to be over. Is The Slapster going to be content with losing to Maverick, or is he going to want a rematch?”
The Slapster stomps his feet, and shakes the top rope violently, clearly pissed off about the loss. The referee backs away, knowing what’s best, but eventually The Slapster leaves on his own accord, and Larry gets back into the ring to announce the next match.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… the following is your main event for the night and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor… the former ULF Champion… Chris Bond!”
’Hating Hollywood’ by Theory of a Deadman hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Rob: “I still don’t know if Shay was right adding no fan favourites to the card. These fans don’t know how to react.”
Chris Bond walks down the ramp, wasting no time, and slides into the ring. He walks around the ring a bit, but doesn’t showboat too much, before positioning himself on the other side of the ring and staring at the entranceway, waiting for his opponent.
Larry: “And his opponent… the CURRENT United Lesser Federations Champion… Aryan!
The fans give another mixed reaction, although slightly more cheering than Bond received, as ‘Sonne’ by Rammstein hits and Aryan’s trademark blinding light shines from the entranceway, blinding any fans who haven’t yet learnt to look away. Aryan steps in front of the light, throwing his silhouette across the arena, arms outstretched, before the light dims and he walks down the arena. Bond stays focused on his opponent, but Aryan has yet to pay any attention to him, as he walks down the ramp staring at the crowd instead. Larry exits the ring and Aryan jumps up on the ring apron, still not looking at his opponent. Bond begins to walk toward him but the referee stops him. Still Aryan has paid him no attention.
Rob: “Aryan has a commanding 2 – 0 record over Bond, but surely he should still pay him some respect.”
Aryan climbs through the ropes and finally turns to look at Bond, but practically looks right through him, before turning to look at the fans on the other side of the arena. Finally the referee decides he’s had enough time, and calls for the bell… and yet Aryan still doesn’t immediately turn to Bond. Bond shakes his head, circling around behind Aryan. Aryan turns, and as he does, Bond steps forward and goes for a Reality Check!! (Superkick) But Aryan quickly sidesteps, while pushing Bond’s foot away. He then smiles back at Bond. Bond lowers his foot, frowning.
Rob: “I think Aryan may end up paying for this cocky attitude.”
Steve: “If he doesn’t, though, Bond’s hopes of establishing any pride in this match or future ones are done with.”
Aryan shakes his head, smiling, at Bond, as if hinting he should have known better. He then turns away from Bond, yawning to the crowd. This was taking it too far, however, and as soon as he does it, Bond grabs Aryan’s hair, and pulls it down hard, pulling Aryan backwards!!
Rob: “I knew this would happen…”
Aryan hits the mat hard and tries to jump back up but Bond drops a knee onto Aryan’s shoulder. He then starts thumping fists into Aryan’s face, which is now covered with his blonde hair. Aryan finally rolls away and slides under the bottom ring and to the outside. He looks shocked for a moment, but then calms down and smirks again, shrugging the attack off.
Rob: “Is he ever going to learn?”
Aryan rolls back into the ring and stands once again, smirking. Bond charges, but this time Aryan charges too, and spears Bond to the ground, taking him by surprise! He then pulls Bond to his feet and grabs his head, snapping him back with a snap suplex! Bond writhes on the mat for a moment before Aryan pulls him back and up delivers another snap suplex to him! After some more writing, Aryan once again pulls him up, but this time power whips him hard into the turnbuckle! Bond smacks into the turnbuckle and bounces off, spinning, as Aryan runs in and clotheslines him to the ground!!!
Steve: “Well he certainly isn’t paying too badly here Rob.”
Aryan flicks his hair, smiling out at the crowd, before putting his foot on Bond’s chest, in a terribly cocky pin.
One… Bond throws Aryan’s foot off him, and jumps back to his feet, looking disgusted and annoyed.
Rob: “Aryan shouldn’t have let up so quickly. This is a disgrace.”
Steve: “He’s been against Cheap Shot Rob, now he sees Bond as nothing.”
Rob: “He LOST to Cheap Shot!”
Aryan then puts one hand behind his back, and with the other gives Bond the ‘come here’ gesture. Bond rolls his eyes, and walks forward. He tries to grab Aryan, but as he does so, Aryan slaps him across the face with the other hand. Bond is sent sidestepping, a dazed look on his eyes. Aryan starts laughing, until Bond turns and tries to punch Aryan. Aryan grabs Bond’s arm however, and once again whips him into the turnbuckle! This time Bond stays leaning against the turnbuckle, as Aryan continues to laugh.
Rob: “Okay, I’m starting to believe Bond really does have no chance here. Aryan is… “
Aryan shakes his head and then mouths ‘time to finish this’ to the crowd. He then walks towards Bond’s back… when suddenly Bond turns and smashes a surprised Aryan in the face with a Reality Check!!!
Rob: “Oh my God!”
Aryan drops backwards, out cold, sprawled on his back, and Bond drops quickly on top of him, lifting his leg, as the referee drops for the count.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
Steve: “I can’t believe it!”
Rob: “He did it! Bond has beaten Aryan! And it was Aryan’s ego that was his undoing! Of that there can be no doubt!”
Bond climbs off Aryan as his music begins to play once again.
Larry: “And your winner… Chris Bond!”
Bond, despite the huge upset, does not seem at all surprised with the ring. Instead, he stares down at the unconscious Aryan, before kicking him in the stomach once more for good measure.
Steve: “What a way to end this! And none of this was televised!”
Rob: “It is indeed a shame… but with this behind Bond’s name, what is this going to do to his confidence? And what will it do to Aryan’s?”
Steve: “Well, we’ll find all that out on next week’s Poison! It is next week isn’t it?
Rob: “I’ve no idea…”
And with that, Rob and Steve sign off and walk away. Eventually, Bond follows, leaving Aryan barely conscious in the ring, and the fans looking forward to Poison.