1/8/05 - Scaffold Match / Icon's Debut

[Prez Shay]

Detroit. Almost certainly not the word or place that comes to mind when one thinks about high quality wrestling entertainment. And indeed, the AWO did not begin in Detroit, nor had ever been there for a show. But now, due to the new ownership, here we are, at the new AWO Detroit arena, one of only one other AWO arena, situated in Las Vegas. The old home of the NMW. The new home of the AWO. And it is here, where the fans have come. It is here they’ve lined up for tickets to see the scaffold match between the veteran Renegade and the insane Slapster. It is here where later tonight Chris Bond will attempt to earn a chance to reclaim his ULF Championship. And it is here tonight, that Mike Icon will make his AWO debut. And so, to Detroit, the fans have come.
And now, as the arena darkens and the screen of the Titantron begins to come to life, the fans give an almighty roar.

Video: The first thing to come into view is random moves, done by random people over the history of the AWO.

Prez Shay’s Voice: “For years, the AWO remained the number one Sports Entertainment company in the world.”

Video: The images and clips become faster and faster, until it becomes a blur.

Prez Shay’s Voice: “But like all things… it had to come to an end.”

Video: Nothing. Just black. No picture at all.

Prez Shay’s Voice: “But they do say… history has a tendency of repeating itself…”

Video: “Now, really sudden glimpse of AWO wrestlers can be seen. Aryan, then black. Maverick, more of nothing. Chris Bond, then black again. Finally, the video comes to rest on Prez Shay, staring at the camera, leaning over his desk, in an almost pitch black room. Behind him, there is only darkness. The only thing visible is Prez Shay and the desktop he is leaning on.

Prez Shay: “And after a shaky start… we’re back. You better believe it. And you ask any number of the lesser federations who have tried to destroy us. We take no prisoners. This is the AWO. This is the way it was meant to be.”

Video: He pauses, and smiles. The camera closes in on his smile.

Prez Shay: “This is rebirth.”

And just like that, the video is over, and pyros begin to shoot from the entranceway, as the crowd roars again.

Rob: “Welcome everyone to the first Poison in what seems like months!”

Steve: “Seems like? It has been!”

Rob: “Maybe so, but it looks like we’re finally back, and everything is shiny and working, and the way it ought’a be damn it! And I just can’t wait for what’s sure to come in the following months!”

Steve: “Well you better just concentrate on what’s happening tonight Rob, and the one thing in particular that’s caught my attention is that scaffold hanging dangerously above the ring. What the hell is Prez Shay thinking?”

Rob: “Well I don’t know but he did say to Renegade that… wait, what’s this? Speak of the devil…”

‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits and the crowd gives a mixed and unsure reaction, recognizing the music of AWO President Shay Semmens. He walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand, and raises the other, bringing a hush upon the crowd.

Prez Shay: “You know what… I’ve got to be just about crazy for letting Renegade choose the first match for this card. The first televised match for the AWO in months is going to be on that monstrosity?”

He looks up at the scaffold, shaking his head as the crowd cheers.

Prez Shay: “Well don’t get used to this. There isn’t going to be many times I relinquish control. I’ve been screwed over by that too many times. As for Renegade, I hope he falls off the damned scaffold for choosing such an idiotic match.”

The crowd boos, and Prez Shay raises his hand.

Prez Shay: “Now now, relax. I’m sure if he does fall it’ll be entertaining for you all. Just like everything else that’ll happen tonight. But this match… this is just stupid. What was Renegade thinking? I assure you I’m never going to let him have any power ever a…”

Suddenly though, before he can finish, ‘Animal’ by Def Leppard hits, and the crowd cheers. Prez Shay turns to the entranceway, looking frustrated at the interruption, as Renegade steps out from backstage with a microphone of his own.

Renegade: “Listen, I think we’ve all heard about enough of what you have to say. I think it’s time for you to step aside so we can actually get on with the damn match already!”

Frowning, Prez Shay raises the microphone to his lips, but as he looks around at the cheering fans, lowers it and walks backstage once again, looking down as he walks. The fans cheer as Renegade begins to walk down to the ring.

Renegade: “Hey, announcer! Planning on doing your job?”

Larry, from inside the ring, snaps into action.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following is a first for the AWO… a scaffold match! The aim of the match is to throw your opponent from the scaffold to the ring below. The first person to hit the ring mat loses the match. Introducing the first competitor… creator of the special conditions of tonight’s match… Renegade!”

Renegade continues down the ramp, and climbs to the ring. Once there, a harness is lowered from the arena roof. Ring technicians help Renegade into the harness, and eventually he is raised to the scaffold, looming above the ring. He gets out of the harness and looks around at the crowd, before looking down at the ring, twenty feet below, and shuddering a little.

Steve: “I still don’t know how sane this guy is Rob. This match is bad enough, but against The Slapster? You have got to be joking!”

Rob: “Well, he seems to know what he’s doing. Either that or he is just trying to put on one hell of a show. And if that’s the aim, he’s succeeded.”

Suddenly ‘Mouth for War’ by Pantera hits and the crowd gives a resounding boo.

Larry: “And introducing the opponent, at a menacing six foot eight inches and three hundred and twenty eight pounds… The Slapster!!!”

Renegade watches on from the scaffold as The Slapster marches out of the entranceway, smiling out at the booing crowd. His attention doesn’t stay with them for long however, as he looks up at the scaffold and his smile widens.

Rob: “There’s something sickening in that smile. Something frightening.”

The Slapster goes through the same harnessing procedure, and then gets lifted onto the scaffold. Renegade doesn’t attack him while he’s getting out of the harness, which is probably lucky for The Slapster. As they stand there, four ring technicians get into the ring, one in each corner. They each carry a large bag, and after taking a step forward, tip it upside down, covering the ring with tacks.

Steve: “I’d forgotten about that part! Awesome!”

The ring techs get as far away from the ring as possible, being as careful as possible not to stand on the tacks (which is fairly impossible because the ring is absolutely covered in them), and then the referee calls for the bell.

Rob: “And we’re away for the first Poison match in ages! Good luck Renegade! We know The Slapster can survive great falls… but I doubt your chances if you’re the one who falls tonight!”

Steve: “Wow Rob, don’t be bias or anything.”

The match begins with The Slapster turning at Renegade. Renegade looks back at him, actually looking a little unsure of himself. The Slapster sees this and smiles, before begin to charge over to him. The running, however, sets the scaffold rocking slightly, showing that it isn’t exactly the most stable of places to be. The Slapster stops in his tracks, and then begins to walk slowly towards Renegade. Renegade takes a step back, just before The Slapster reaches him, and suddenly grabs a shovel from down by his feet!!! Before The Slapster has any time to react, Renegade shoves the end of the shovel into The Slapster’s stomach! The sharp end drives in, doubling The Slapster over, and Renegade pulls the shovel back and slams it onto the upper back of The Slapster! The Slapster falls to one knee, and Renegade tries to swing the ladder into The Slapster’s head, but The Slapster catches the shovel, and holds it firmly, looking up at Renegade.

Rob: “It could have been over real quickly there!”

Steve: “But now we’ve got a battle for the shovel! It’s a bad place for tug of war!”

The Slapster gets back to his feet, still holding the shovel. Renegade tries to pull it from him, but The Slapster holds firm. Then, The Slapster tries to tear the shovel from Renegade, but Renegade pushes towards The Slapster as he does! The Slapster stumbles backwards, now with the shovel but without balance, as Renegade runs in and dropkicks The Slapster in the stomach! The Slapster lands hard on his back, and the crowd ‘oooh’s half expecting him to fall. Of course, he doesn’t. Renegade stands, looking down at the startled The Slapster, and smiling. Renegade drops down on top of The Slapster’s chest, and brings a clenched fist back to begin pounding The Slapster’s face, but he’s forgotten something vital. The Slapster reminds him, as he slams the shovel into the top of Renegade’s head! Renegade tries to climb off The Slapster, stumbles backwards, and falls on his ass. The Slapster climbs up, slowly, and Renegade sits there, looking dazed. Finally, as The Slapster reaches over to him, he rolls to the side, almost rolling right off the edge of the scaffold!!! He suddenly realizes where he is though, and instead jumps up and takes some steps away from The Slapster, and not toward the edge.

Rob: “That coulda been nasty there.”

The Slapster goes toward Renegade again, and once again Renegade scoops up a weapons from his feet. The Slapster, still holding the shovel, catches the fluorescent globe as Renegade swings it, and pulls it out of his hand with ease. The Slapster, looking at both weapons in hand, drops the shovel, before slamming the light globe down onto Renegade! Renegade raises his arms to shield his head, but the globe still shatters as The Slapster slams it over Renegades arms, sending shards of glass down into Renegade’s hair and face!

Steve: “Well that’s gonna be a bitch to get out…”

The Slapster then gives Renegade an almighty shove, aiming for the end of the scaffold! Renegade takes several steps back, trying to stop, but the last step takes him a little too far and he steps over the edge. He trips back, falling off the scaffold, as the crowd cheers.

Steve: “Is that it!? Oooh, this is gonna hurt if it is!”

But Renegade doesn’t fall. He grabs the scaffold with his forearms, and hangs, desperately. The Slapster smiles, and walks over, standing on one of Renegade’s hands. Renegade lets out a scream, but with the other hand, grabs one of The Slapster’s legs, trying to trip him. The Slapster isn’t tripped however, and just kicks Renegade’s arm away! It leaves the platform, and Renegade, for a moment, just hangs by the arm The Slapster is stepping on. Finally The Slapster releases his foot, but just before Renegade can fall, his other hand grabs the scaffold again and he pulls himself back up! The Slapster, not expecting this at all, takes a step back, as the crowd cheers.

Rob: “There’s some true strength in that man there. Win or lose he’s proven he’s worth something here tonight!”

Renegade slams a forearm into the chest of The Slapster, before kicking him in the midsection and taking him down with a huge DDT! Whether he meant it or not, The Slapster’s head smashes into the shovel, and a small cut forms on The Slapster’s forehead!! Renegade, clearly worn out from dragging himself back onto the scaffold, moves to the side and begins a slight rest. It doesn’t last long, as The Slapster sits up, in a very Kane-like fashion as if he’s trying to get the AWO sued. Renegade, looking now at the tacks below, doesn’t notice.

Rob: “Oh no! Turn around Renegade! Turn around!!!”

The Slapster stands up behind Renegade, and pulls his leg back, ready to boot Renegade right in the back, sending him to the ring below. Suddenly, at the last second, Renegade does turn! He grabs The Slapster’s leg as it comes hurtling towards him, and uses The Slapster’s own momentum to trip him over the edge of the scaffold!!

Steve: “It’s over! Renegade wins?!”

But just as The Slapster begins to fall, he reaches out and grabs Renegade by his head, and wrenches at it, pulling Renegade from the scaffold too!! Both men begin to freefall, with The Slapster still holding Renegade’s head, before The Slapster works Renegade underneath him! Renegade barely has time to fight back, before both men hit the ring, sending tacks flying in every direction. The Slapster lands directly on top of Renegade, saving himself from a majority of the tacks, but Renegade finds himself in an unimaginable position, crushed between tacks and The Slapster, after a twenty feet fall.

Rob: “My God in Heaven! Is Renegade alive! Tell me he’s alive! Get someone in there to help him!”

The bell is rung, as The Slapster climbs to his feet. His knees, which he uses to get up, are covered in tacks when he stands. He looks down at Renegade below him, who appears to be completely out cold. It’s quite amazing The Slapster is standing also, when taken into consideration what just happened.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner… The Slapster!”

Medics rush down to the ring and at first don’t know what to do, or how to get to Renegade. The Slapster considers helping, but then laughs and exits the ring, with ‘Mouth for War’ once again playing.

Steve: “What a fall! What a way to start the AWO back up again! That was insane! Is this the beginning of things to come!?”

Rob: “Well I don’t know about that. You heard what Mr. Semmens said, and he didn’t seem to approve at all about this match, or with Renegade.”

Steve: “Then he’s gonna love the result!”

Eventually, the ring is cleared by a leaf blower stuck on reverse, to collect all the tacks. A few remain scattered, but most are pushed off the ring. Renegade is helped onto a stretcher. As the stretcher reaches the ramp, Renegades fights against everyone trying to help him, and rolls off the stretcher. The fans gives him a great cheer, but eventually those around him help him back onto the stretcher, as it becomes clear he isn’t going anywhere.

Rob: “What a courageous effort by Renegade… but I have a feeling we won’t be seeing him for a few weeks.”

Steve: “You never know. He’s a veteran Rob. This is what he’s used to.”

Rob: “I don’t think he’s quite used to that exact scenario Steve…”

Steve: “What? Trapped underneath The Slapster? Yeah, I guess he ain’t like yo’ mama in that respect Rob!”

Rob: “Professional Steve. Real professional.”

Suddenly, the Titantron cuts to backstage, where a black backdrop is set up, with none other than Mike Icon standing before it! Staring directly at the camera with his infamous arrogant smile over his lips, Icon looks quite pleased with himself. He is wearing his typical wrestling gear; red and white tights, with red kneepads and white boots, over which red and white kick pads are worn. Icon, rubbing his chin, begins to speak.

Mike Icon: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the night! The night of what, you ask? The night Mike Icon displays his sheer AWESOMENESS for the first time in an AWO ring! I mean, come on people! It's the MAIN EVENT! And WHAT a main event! You've got the epitome of awesomeness, Mike Icon, in the ring with TOM CR... Oh, shit, yeah... MAVERICK! Hahahaha! Oh man, I’m sorry folks. I mean, I wish I could offer you a classic match here tonight, but unfortunately, the likes of Maverick can't hang with the likes of me. Why? Because, unlike Maverick, I have overwhelming charisma and athleticism, a keen tactical mind, and more awesomeness than Little Richard has golden rings! Believe me, people... when I put Maverick's shoulders down for the one-two-three, y'all are going to realise what I’ve known all along; A new star has risen above all others in the AWO. Mike Icon is about to drag this promotion from the depths of obscurity, to levels of greatness that you, the fans, have never even dreamed of! Don't believe it? Just watch, people. Just watch.

Giving a thumbs up as he smiles, Icon walks off of the set, stage left. Then, his idiot of a manager, Bobby Windsor, jumps in front of the camera.

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Mike Icon: (Off-camera) Bobby, shut the fuck up and hand me my jock strap!

Bobby Windsor: Oh, uh, sure thing Mike!


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[Prez Shay]

The screen cuts to nothing, and the focus is once again on the ring, where Larry has taken to the center of the ring once more.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is to be a Submission match! The only way to win to have your opponent tap out, and/or give up. Introducing the first competitor… he is the current United Lesser Federations Champion… Aryan!!!”

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, once again favouring him with more cheers than would be expected for a self-proclaimed Nazi, as ‘Rammstein’ by Sonne hits. His trademark blinding light shines from the entranceway. Most fans have learnt not to look, but it still blinds a few hapless fools. He steps out into the light, sending his silhouette across the arena, before walking down the ramp as the light fades. He enters the ring and smiles at Larry, before jogging on the spot for a moment and turning towards the entranceway.

Larry: “And the opponent… the FORMER ULF Champion… Chris Bond!”

’Hating Hollywood’ by Theory of a Deadman hits, and the crowd boos whole-heartedly. Bond walks out onto the stage with his arms outstretched, smirking back at the fans.

Rob: “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen Bond this egotistical in a while. Surely one win doesn’t warrant this!”

Steve: “Another win here tonight might though!”

Bond slides into the ring and hops around on one foot, smirking at Aryan some more, before swapping to the other foot. Aryan doesn’t smile, but he shrugs back. The referee goes over the basic ground rules for the match, and then moves aside as the bell is rung.

Steve: “Hey Rob… if a match can only be won and lost via submission… can either man get disqualified?”

Rob: “I… don’t know Steve. I really don’t. That’s something to check up on I think.”

Both men lock up in an elbow and collar tie-up, with neither getting any significant advantage. Eventually, Bond seems to let Aryan dominate, and gets pushed into the ropes. The referee orders the tie-up to be broken as Bond is leaning heavily on the ropes, and both men slowly gain distance from each other... until Aryan drives a knee right into Bond's torso! As Bond clutches at his stomach area, Aryan wastes no time, and goes on the offensive with chops to the chest, with the fans screaming "WOOOO!" along with every strike. Aryan whips Bond, whose chest has turned bright red from the chops, into the ropes, and as he rebounds, Aryan lands a dropkick to Bond's knee. Bond tumbles to the mat, as Aryan quickly grabs his legs, trying to wrap him in a figure four. Bond struggles out of it though, kicking his feet around, and Aryan is forced to let go.

Steve: “Aryan looks like he’ll be trying to end this one early.”

Rob: “No harm in wearing down your opponents legs. Especially in a match like this.”

Bringing Bond to his feet, Aryan applies a front face lock, and goes for a vertical suplex... but Bond blocks it, and executes a northern lights suplex! Not wasting any momentum, Bond stomps at the downed Aryan, and drags him to the center of the ring, quickly applying a spinning toe hold. Aryan is in a lot of pain, but manages to drag himself across the mat, and gets his arms in the ropes. Bond breaks the hold, and waits for Aryan to get to his feet... only to be taken down to the mat with a drop toe hold! Aryan quickly brings himself to his feet, and turns Bond over onto his back, and hits a standing moonsault press! The fans pop for this particularly impressive display of athleticism, as Aryan covers, but once again only gets a two-count. He argues with the referee, and brings Bond to his feet. With a quick scoop slam near one of the corners, Aryan ascends the turnbuckles, and poses for the fans on the top rope! Something big is coming here, but as Aryan braces himself for some variety of aerial maneuver, Bond kips up to his feet, and he's ready to fight! Aryan is too late, however, and is already in the air, but manages to land on his feet! A stiff kick to the chest from Bond soon slows Aryan down, however, and is followed up quickly with a double arm DDT! Aryan goes head first into the mat with massive impact, and Bond rolls on top of him and pulls his arm back with an arm bar! Aryan cries with pain, realising he’s no where near the ropes. The ref asks if he wants to give in, but Aryan shakes his head and managed to reach over with the other arm, pulling himself up, and punch Bond in the kidneys! Bond releases the hold and rolls away from Aryan, holding his side!

Rob: “Can Bond do it again? So far this looks like it could be anyone’s game!”

Bond, back on his feet and clearly frustrated at Aryan's escape, wraps his crossed hands around Aryan's throat from behind, and begins DRAGGING him around the ring, choking the life right out of him! The referee begins to shout at Bond, and grabs at his arms to break the hold. Eventually, Bond complies, but argues with the referee, claiming that the chokehold was a "modified sleeper". However, as Bond argues, Aryan comes up from behind Bond, and applies a full nelson... DRAGON SUPLEX! Bond lands HARD on the back of his head, as Aryan seems to be loaded with adrenaline at this point! Bringing Bond to his feet, Aryan lands a few European uppercuts, before performing an Irish whip, sending Bond into the ropes. On the rebound, Aryan lands a beautiful spinning heel kick, which knocks Bond right onto his back! Aryan once again tries to grab Bond’s legs, but this time Bond rolls onto his stomach and begins to crawl towards the ropes. Aryan wastes no time and drops an elbow onto Bond’s back! Bond cries out in pain, before Aryan crawls on top of him and applies a Camel Clutch! Bond screams, and it’s his turn to be asked if he wants to give up. He’s not far from the ropes, but they’re just out of reach.

Rob: “This could be over right here. No title shot either, if Bond does decide to quit.”

Suddenly, Bond is pushed forward by some sort of inner momentum, and he grabs the ropes. The referee forces Aryan to let go of the hold, and Aryan reluctantly does so. Aryan then brings Bond to his feet, and begins kicking at the thigh and calf areas in an effort to ground Bond. He eventually succeeds, as Bond drops to one knee... and receives a SHINING WIZARD! The impact is heard throughout the entire arena, as Bond falls face first to the mat! Aryan, wasting little time, applies a Fujiwara armbar! Bond writhes in pain, but luckily is close to the ropes, and wraps his free arm around the bottom rope. As Aryan breaks the hold, he relentlessly stomps on the arm of Bond, and drags him to the center of the ring. He brings Bond to his feet, and executes an atomic drop, which sends Bond right back down onto the mat. Aryan looms over him once again, and this time applies a sleeper hold! The crowd gasps at the extreme move.

Rob: “Wow! It’s amazing!”

Steve: “Well it does show that he’s working Bond’s head and neck, which means he’s thinking.”

The sleeper does seem to be taking its toll on Bond, however. As Aryan drags Bond up to a sitting position, still with the sleeper in tact, the referee begins to raise Bond’s arm. He drops it, but Bond fights back, refusing to let it drop. Aryan applies extra pressure to the sleeper, stopping any momentum burst, and after a moment the referee raises Bond’s arm again… and lets it drop.

Once…

Rob: “Well it looks like this match is actually going to be won by KO!”

Steve: “Is that even possible?”

Rob: “It is now.”

Twice… but suddenly, President Shay Semmens comes running from the entranceway, holding a steel chair!!!

Rob: “What in God’s name…”

As Bond’s hand is dropped the final time, Shay slides into the ring and catches it before it drops to the mat!!! Aryan releases the hold, letting Bond drop to the mat, questioning Prez Shay’s actions, as the crowd boos.

Rob: “You know… I didn’t want to think that having the World Title was going to get to our President’s head… but now I’m a little worried…”

Suddenly, as Aryan pokes his finger into Prez Shay’s chest, yelling, Prez Shay winds up the chair and swings it at Aryan!!! Aryan however, easily younger and stronger than the president, grabs one of Shay’s arms with one hand, stopping the chair shot dead in its tracks. With the other, he grabs Shay around the throat and slams him backwards onto the mat!! Shay hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring, in pain. Bond, who was just getting back up, spies the fallen chair. The referee, who doesn’t know what the hell to do, kicks the chair out of the ring at least, just as Bond went to grab it. Aryan turns, and clotheslines Bond hard to the ground. Bond rolls around on the ring mat, cradling his head, but Aryan grabs his legs and pulls him away from the ropes, before rolling him onto his back and applied yet another Camel Clutch. With so much pain already withstood, Bond can stand it no longer and gives in, tapping wildly, while he looks longingly at the ropes.

Steve: “No title shot for Bond! How utterly boring! What will be become of the Pay Per View card? And when is it!?”

Larry: “And your winner by submission… Aryan!!”

’Sonne’ begins to play once more, but suddenly Prez Shay is back to his feet outside the ring and with a microphone in hand.

Prez Shay: “Cut the music! Cut the damned music!”

Rammstein promptly ceases playing.

Prez Shay: “How dare you, you son of a bitch! I know you’re new around here, and you’re young, but no one ever gets away with something like that! Where is your respect! I’m the World Champion!! And I’m the President of this god damned federation!!! You think you’ve gotten out of a match with Bond at the upcoming Pay Per View?! Think again! And when I come up with the stipulation for it, you’re going to wish you never screwed with me!!!”

Bond rolls out of the ring next to the President, and ‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits. Prez Shay throws his microphone to the ground and storms back up the ramp, leaving a questioning Aryan behind, but no one to give him answers.

Rob: “Notice how he said World Champion BEFORE President?”

Steve: “What the hell does he have in store for Aryan?!”

Rob: “Well I know I wouldn’t like to be in his shoes.”

Aryan eventually leaves, with the crowd cheering him on, and Larry gets into the ring once more.

Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… the following is your Main Event for this evening.”

The crowd cheers.

Larry: “It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor… in his debut for the AWO… Mike Icon!!!”

The fans give an unsure reaction. From what they can tell, he’s a bit of an asshole… but they’ve grown to hate Maverick over many years, so they’re willing to give him a chance. Scooter’s ‘Fire’ hits. It’s the first time the AWO fans have heard his entrance music, but surely not the last, as Mike Icon walks out of the entranceway.

Steve: “So, how do you think this new guy is gonna go? They could have given him someone easier to start with.”

Rob: “Well we’ll just have to wait and see.”

He jumps up onto the ring apron and hops through the ropes, waiting in the ring.

Larry: “And the opponent… Maverick!!”

’Crave’ by Butterfly Effect (in my opinion the best entrance music in the fed at this current time) hits, and the crowd boos. He walks down the ramp, paying no attention to the crowd. He slides into the ring, and Mike Icon wastes no time before attacking!!! The referee rings the bell, surprised, as Mike Icon dives through the air and connects with Maverick’s head, with his own forearm. Maverick, who hadn’t even gotten to his feet properly, falls sideways into the ropes, and awkwardly. Suddenly he cries out in pain as he grabs his knee.

Steve: “Oh no! Did he just twist his knee!? That fall was terribly awkward!”

Maverick tries to get back to his feet, but falls again, putting his hands over his face and screaming.

Rob: “Yes, something is terribly wrong. Icon should just move aside and let the medics through.”

The medics do come down to the ring, and are about to get in, when Icon holds out a hand to Maverick. Maverick, seeing only the hand and not the person, reaches for it. Icon helps him to his feet, where he stands, one leg dropping lifelessly from the knee, and the crowd cheers for his compassion.

Rob: “It’s good to see sportsmanship today in this industry!”

But then suddenly, Icon kicks knee hard in the front of the injured knee!!! Maverick let’s out a howl of agony, and begins to fall, but Icon pulls him back to his feet, spins him around, grabs his arms and gives him a Tiger Suplex, driving Maverick down to the ring on the back of his neck!

Rob: “It’s his finisher! It’s…the most awesome suplex in wrestling!”

Steve: “Oh my God. I thought you were bias before!”

Rob: “No… that’s the name of it.”

Steve: “No covering up for yourself now Rob!”

Icon drops on top of Maverick, and lifts his leg.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Rob: “That has got to be the easiest debut match I’ve ever seen.”

Steve: “Well it wasn’t exactly Maverick’s fault.”

Rob: “Sure it was. He should have been ready for the attack that got him injured!”

The medics finally get into the ring to tend to a now unconscious Maverick. Icon moves away to let them do their work, and raises his arms to the crowd, who are giving a very mixed reaction.

Rob: “Well either way, what a win for the new guy! I wonder who Prez Shay is going to give Icon next week!”

Steve: “I’m more interested to know how Prez Shay plans on screwing over Aryan!”

Rob: “Well we’ll probably have to wait until next week to find out. Or the card… but I’ll see you all next week!”

The show goes off the air with Mike Icon smiling out at the crowd, and Maverick finally regaining consciousness to a world of pain and suffering.

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