Post by Prez Shay on Aug 20, 2005 15:52:11 GMT 10
I would write the normal intro… but let’s face it. This week there’s one match. One single match. And while that is a pitiful sounding card, this match does promise to be a good one, so why don’t I just cut to the chase and get right to it. Agree? I thought you might.
The fans have gathered into the Detroit AWO arena, but spare seats aren’t difficult to come by, and who’s to blame them? It’s a Monday Night, for starters. They have work tomorrow. But the real reason is surely due to the one match card. And sure, the match may be a big one, but… well, its one match. And it doesn’t help when over half the roster is on vacation or injured. But never-the-less, those in attendance give a mighty cheer as pyros shoot off into the air and a remix of Alice Cooper’s ‘Poison’ (but not that new version from that horrible pop-slut) hits. The commentators, Rob and Steve, don’t even get a word in before the Titantron springs to life.
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Maverick is standing in the backstage area, leaning against a cement wall, completely colourless except for the Maverick standing in front of it, for the first time in a while, not wearing his favourite Butterfly Effect t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, rather his all-to-familiar wrestling attire; black wrestling tights with ‘MAVERICK’ written up the side of each leg in bold silver print with a blue pattern scattered throughout. He also sports a taped glove and black elbow pad combination that stretches unbroken from hand to elbow. Over the top of all this is a black, leather trench coat with a pair of aviator sunglasses, covering his deep blue eyes. The Titantron flares to life, the fans rabid, as the main (and only) event is only minutes away. He smiles a broad, pearly white smile, the fans booing, seemingly out of habit.
Maverick: “Well hello there. This is your favourite hero, signing in immediately before my match against Aryan and Jose Rodriguez.”
Somewhere, Magulio sheds a tear at this blatant and highly unnecessary stereotype.
Maverick: “Since I last graced you with my all-together awe-inspiring presence, Maggie has made an appearance, fighting the good fight, challenging racist stereotypes everywhere; standing up to bigoted generalisations and I have respect for someone who can champion the rights of all the minorities out there. Very impressive for a dirty little spick. Maggie, you might be a champion of social justice and human rights, but your claims of being the cruiserweight champion of anything are completely baseless. Of what, Maggie? When I was 12, I had a World Heavyweight replica title belt. For that time, I was the World Champion. Seeing as you look like you’re coming up for your 12th birthday now, I presume you’re in a similar situation. You held the title with a man named Kapoeira Groove? Your little Negro brother? That name is quite obviously made up. When kids go through traumatic events – such as receiving a cavity search from the nice men at border control, it’s common for them to invent people, entities, imaginary friends. Kapoeira Groove is quite clearly one of these. So good for you kid, congratulations on holding the tag titles in no fed with your little minority friend.”
From the blacks to the Mexicans to the blind to the lame (like Magulio), all the minority groups rise up, all 10 of them. Their insurrection was quickly suppressed.
Maverick: “Not good enough to kiss your ass? Although I no doubt have the propensity to kiss that well-trodden path, the only thing I’ll be doing to it when we get into that squared circle, is kicking it, twenty-five feet, across the ring, over the top rope and into the lap of the Spanish announce team – where you belong. Dirtier than any spick I’ve ever come across – Moi? I think not, my little amigo. You miss the mark entirely, as I expected. I don’t mean dirty in the sense that you haven’t showered in about three weeks – although that wouldn’t surprise me at all. Dirty is an intrinsically Spick-esque feature, something that no matter how many showers you have, how hard you scrub, how many times you have a belt sander used upon your filthy Spick-ish skin. You will still be a dirty little freak; you will still be a rash on the face of humanity; you will still be the fly in the soup of life. You may have all the imaginary friends in the world, but once we step into that ring, you’ll be all alone in a world of hurt. See you soon, amigo.”
Fadeout.
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As the lights around the arena return to normal, the crowd boos, but Rob and Steve get their first chance to speak.
Rob: “Hello and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Poison! And from what you’ve just heard, you should be able to father without my help that tonight is the night Ego Trip will go head to head against Aryan and the newcomer, Magulio.”
Steve: “Actually I don’t think Maverick mentioned Aryan at all.”
Rob: “Must you always correct me Steve?”
Steve: “I fear I must.”
Rob: “Tonight’s match promises to be a great one, with Ego Trip trying to get a hold on this federation and declare themselves the new power. But you can’t imagine Aryan or even the newcomer Magulio to stand for that.”
Steve: “Magulio sure isn’t going to be the challenge for Ego Trip that The Slapster was though.”
Rob: “Well we don’t know that for sure.”
Larry, who started off in the middle of the ring, stands there now, the microphone raised and ready.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following is the ONLY match for tonight and is scheduled for one fall. The match is to be a Tag Team match-up, where Mike Icon is banned from ringside. Now, introducing the first competitor… in his debut match since the AWO’s return… Magulio!”
‘Minority’ by Green Day hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as the newcomer, Magulio, steps onto the stage. He flexes his muscles and flashes a smile to several of the ladies in attendance, before walking down the ramp. He slides into the ring and continues to showboat to the crowd. Larry ignores him.
Rob: “It’s going to be interesting to see if The Slapster made the right decision in replacing himself for Magulio.”
Steve: “Look at him! You can already tell it was the wrong decision!”
Larry: “And his partner… the current ULF Champion… Aryan!”
Larry looks away from the entranceway, having learnt from many times before what some of the fans still haven’t. The signature blinding light shines from the entranceway and still, some fans are caught by it, and won’t regain their sight until later that night. Aryan steps out into the entranceway, holding his arms out to his sides, and spins around, before standing extremely still to let his silhouette shine across the arena. The light fades as he begins to walk down the ramp.
Rob: “Well, if there’s one thing that can be said about this match, it’s that Aryan is going to put up a fight.”
Steve: “Well he sure didn’t have much to say about the match this previous week? He spurred Maverick into a flurry of promos, and then disappeared!”
Rob: “Perhaps that’s cause he was so confident of the win! He’s here now, isn’t he?”
Indeed, Aryan slides into the ring and looks at Magulio disapprovingly for a moment before looking away, and taking a position in one of the far corners of the ring. He stands there, watching the entranceway, and waiting for Ego Trip to appear.
Larry: “And the opponents… being accompanied to the ring by the special guest referee Shay Semmens… Ego Trip!”
‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits and Maverick and Chris Bond emerge from the backstage, with Prez Shay in the middle, wearing a referee shirt.
Rob: “Don’t you find it at all disturbing that the referee is coming out WITH one of the teams, and the team is using the referee’s music?!”
Steve: “Not at all. It’s clearly to save time.”
Rob: “So you have every confidence that this is going to be a fair match?”
Steve: “Indeed I do.”
Chris Bond and Maverick both smile smugly at their opponents as they walk down to the ring. Aryan glares back while Magulio smiles smugly right back at them. Just before Ego Trip reach the ring, both members sprint forward and slide into the ring. Bond goes straight for Aryan while Maverick goes straight for Magulio. Both are taken by surprise by Ego Trip, and find themselves knocked to the ground with a flurry of punches. Prez Shay lazily rolls into the ring behind them, and calls for the bell.
Rob: “What is this? A tornado tag?! Get those guys to their rightful corners!”
Bond stomps on Aryan repeatedly, until Aryan escapes to the outside under the bottom rope, leaving Magulio defenceless against both members of Ego Trip. Maverick and Bond both start stomping Magulio into the ring mat. This goes on for a little while, before Maverick pulls Magulio up to his feet and stands behind him, holding his arms behind his back. Magulio struggles against it, but Bond kicks him in his unprotected stomach, as the crowd boos.
Rob: “Oh come on! Referee! Stop this! This isn’t a handicap match!”
Aryan slowly takes his place on the apron at the opposite corner of the ring, but it doesn’t look like either member of Ego Trip is getting out of the ring any time soon. Magulio still struggles against Maverick’s hold, but Bond begins laying into his stomach with a series of punches. He finally stops, to allow Maverick to push Magulio into the center of the ring, still holding his arms behind his back. Bond finally takes his place in the opposite corner to Aryan, with no urging at all by the referee.
Steve: “See, it sorted itself out. Mr. Semmens knew what he was doing.”
Still holding his arms, Maverick kicks Magulio in the back of the knee. Magulio falls to his knees, and finally Maverick releases him. Magulio kneels, face down, catching his breath, while Maverick turns and leans over the ropes… and begins talking to a female at ringside!
Rob: “Where’s the respect!?”
Steve: “Haven’t I seen this before…?”
While Maverick has his back turned to the ring, Aryan steps through the ropes and into the ring. He smiles, walking towards the clueless Maverick, when suddenly Prez Shay steps in front of him and demands he return to the corner!
Rob: “Oh, so THAT isn’t acceptable? This is a disgrace!”
Maverick, hearing the commotion, turns to see Aryan arguing with the referee. He laughs, and shakes his head at Aryan. Aryan glares back, yet again, before relenting and returning to the corner. Prez Shay follows him over, making sure he does go back through the ropes, and while his back is turned… Magulio suddenly hits Maverick with a low blow! The crowd cheers, despite the dirty tactic, as Maverick falls to his knees. Chris Bond jumps up and down on the apron, yelling for the referee to do something. Shay turns, just as Maverick falls completely onto his back, clutching his genitals, and looks almost baffled. He shrugs, shaking his head as if to say he didn’t see anything, but he looks pissed about it. Magulio jumps back to his feet suddenly, as if he was barely assaulted at all. He looks over to the female Maverick was previously talking to and raises an eyebrow to her, before pointing to Maverick and shaking his head. As he does this, Maverick begins climbing back to his feet. Or, he tries to, but falls back to his knees. Seeing this, Magulio runs to the ropes, jumps onto the middle one, sling-shotting himself back towards Maverick where he delivers a dropkick to Maverick’s back!
Rob: “What a move!”
Maverick’s face is driven into the mat with the impact, and Magulio jumps to his feet, before giving another of his cheesy grins to the audience. Magulio then helps Maverick up to his feet, but suddenly Maverick slaps Magulio’s hands away and spins him around! Magulio, caught up in Maverick’s speedy recovery, is stunned as Maverick grabs him around the waist from behind and send him over the top of him with a German Suplex!!
Steve: “Now THAT was a nice move! If only it was on the turnbuckle. I can’t imagine Magulio getting up from an G-Force!”
Rob: “I’m inclined to agree with you on that one.”
Both men lie there for a while and Bond begins calling out for the tag. Aryan, clearly completely new to the tag concept, does no such thing. Maverick is the first to rise to his feet, and looks at Bond, but then holds up his hands and shakes his head, not ready to tag yet. Bond looks a little annoyed, but accepts it, and pulls his hand back in. Maverick turns as Magulio is about up onto his knees, and grabs him by the arm, whipping him into the ropes. On the return, Maverick tries for a huge clothesline but Magulio ducks it and runs past. He grabs the ropes behind Maverick to steady himself, and then leaps over to Aryan. Aryan, showing his tag team virginity again, doesn’t hold his hand out. It doesn’t matter though, because Magulio reaches over the ropes and hits him on the shoulder. A grin forms on Aryan’s face as he quickly steps through the ropes. Maverick turns, seemingly unaware of the tag that’s been made, and receives a huge flying lariat from Aryan! Aryan lands next to Maverick, and quickly jumps on top of him, pounding his face with numerous fists! Seeing this, Prez Shay suddenly pulls Aryan off Maverick!
Rob: “What the hell!?”
Prez Shay pushes Aryan back towards his corner, signifying that he didn’t see the tag between him and Magulio!!
Rob: “What!? He was looking right at them!”
Steve: “Well, you’re clearly mistaken Rob.”
Aryan looks extremely pissed as he gets bundled up into the corner, and as he does, he suddenly shoves Prez Shay, sending him to the mat! Prez Shay looks up at Aryan, a horrified and enraged look on his face, but Aryan steps through the ropes again and allows Magulio to step back in the ring. As he does, Bond charges across the ring and grabs Magulio, hitting him with a snap suplex to send him back down to the mat and stop him from immediately tagging Aryan back in. The ‘referee’ does nothing to stop Bond.
Steve: “Nice team work again by Ego Trip!”
Rob: “WHAT?!”
Bond helps Maverick up before returning to his side of the ring. Aryan, shaking his head, has finally had enough, and jumps back into the ring, before running up behind Maverick, grabbing him by his hair and throwing him into… and OVER… the top rope!!! Maverick crashes to the ground below and Prez Shay begins to argue, but Aryan just ignores him and pushes him out of his way, before following Maverick to the outside of the ring. He begins to stomp Maverick into the mats, but Maverick scrambles to his feet, and starts wandering up the ramp!
Rob: “Where is he going?!”
Aryan walks after Maverick, as Bond still stands on the corner of the ring, unsure of what to do. As he does so, Magulio clambers to his feet, and grabs his shoulders, pulling Bond over the top rope and into the ring! Bond flips, and lands on his back, where Magulio begins to stomp down onto Bond, perhaps in payback for similar treatment earlier.
Steve: “Oh no! This surely wasn’t in the plan!”
At the top of the ramp now, Maverick disappears through the curtains and backstage. Aryan follows, and for a moment there’s no way to know what is going on back there. That’s until the Titantron comes to life to show Aryan throwing Maverick into a wall somewhere backstage!
Steve: “Get him back to the ring!!
Prez Shay is too focused to even notice the Titantron has come to life, as he tries to pull Magulio off Bond. Back on the Titantron, Aryan attempts to throw Maverick into the wall again, but this time Maverick puts his hands up and stops his head going into the wall. Aryan tries to act fast to regain momentum, but Maverick quickly grabs Aryan and throws him as hard as he can into the wall, sending Aryan straight through it!!
Steve: “Is it just me, or should the construction guys that build wrestling arenas all be fired?”
Maverick stands there, catching his breath when suddenly, apparently out of nowhere, the Survivor champion Mike Icon charges into view with a steel chair in hand! He immediately attacks Maverick, striking the knee that he injured during his match against Icon a few weeks ago! Maverick immediately crashes to the ground, clutching at his knee in pain, but Icon doesn't let up, kicking Maverick right in the face! Icon then stands on Maverick's injured knee with both feet, and points down at his fallen foe.
Mike Icon: I was banned from RINGSIDE, but nobody can stop the most awesome man in professional wrestling! Looks like the ego trip just got HUMBLED!
Prez Shay finally turns to the Titantron, and a shocked look forms on his face. He looks from the ring to the Titantron, and eventually vacates the ring, running up the ramp. He eventually appears on the Titantron, yelling at Icon and telling him to leave. Eventually, Icon complies, but not before a few snide comments directed at Maverick.
Steve: “Well it’s a good thing Prez Shay got that under control!”
Back in the ring, Magulio is still stomping on Bond, although slower now. Bond takes the chance and rolls out of the ring, and begins walking around it. Magulio follows him, and begins to run, but as he does so, Bond turns and reaches down, grabbing the edge of one of the protective mats. Magulio, seeing what’s happening too late, as he runs onto the same mat, is sent onto his back as Bond pulls the mat upwards and towards him, tripping Magulio. Magulio lies on his back for a moment, and it’s just the moment Bond needed to gather a steel chair from ringside.
Rob: “If I recall correctly, this isn’t a hardcore match… and yet this appears to be the second steel chair that’s become involved!”
Magulio rises, and as he does Bond slams the steel chair down hard onto his head! Magulio drops down again, barely having time even to register that a chair was heading for him. Bond drags Magulio back to his feet and rolls him into the ring, leaving the chair behind as he himself gets in. There, he drags Magulio to the center of the ring and covers him, waiting for a count.
Rob: “Okay… not only is the referee not there… but Bond, you aren’t even the legal man!”
Realising this, Bond stands again, with Magulio still unmoving beneath him. He rolls outside the ring and gathers the chair, before bringing it back in with him.
Rob: “Oh come on, what now?”
Bond throws the chair down in the center of the ring, before dragging Magulio back up to his knees again, pulling his head between his legs… and lifting him up for a powerbomb right back into the steel chair!!!
Steve: “Whoo! What a move!”
Rob: “Oh come on! That isn’t necessary!! He was already out cold!”
Finally, Prez Shay emerges from the entranceway, helping Maverick down the ramp. Maverick is limping, that troublesome knee clearly becoming an issue. Aryan is nowhere to be seen, and it can only be assumed that he is still lying amongst the rubble of the broken wall. The Titantron is now off, as Maverick slides gently back into the ring. He stays there for a moment, massaging his knee, before crawling over onto the fallen Magulio, and lifting his leg for the pin. Prez Shay drops for the count, with the crowd booing.
One…
Two…
Thre… at the last second, miraculously, Magulio’s arm springs from the mat!!!
Steve: “Impossible!!”
Rob: “The courage!”
Amazed also, Maverick pulls Magulio’s leg up again, curling him right up this time.
One…
Two…
T… this time Magulio breaks out even quicker, as the crowd cheers madly. Maverick’s eyes are bulging out of his head, as he backs away from Magulio, and crawls to the corner. He reaches the corner, and looks up… only to find he’s crawled to the wrong corner! Magulio starts moving once again, and reaches up with his arms, and then crawls on to his side, but does not attempt to get up. Maverick stands up, and yells in the pain produced from his knee. He begins limping towards Bond, who continues to jump up and down demanding the tag, as the crowd boos.
Steve: “If this tag is made, it’s all over!”
Suddenly, as Maverick falls to his knee again next to Magulio, Aryan appears at the top of the ramp! The crowd cheers as he half-jogs down the ramp, holding his shoulder with his other hand, clearly slightly injured from being thrown through the wall.
Rob: “It’s not over yet! This could be the difference in the match!”
Maverick looks up at Bond, who is now staring at Aryan, knowing that it would be a disaster for him to reach the ring. He calls out for Maverick louder, hitting the turnbuckle with his palm, but it’s no use, as Aryan rolls into the ring. Aryan lets go of his shoulder and rolls it, seeming ok, as he walks up behind Maverick.
Rob: “Can Aryan finish Maverick off!?”
Prez Shay begins to tell Aryan to leave, but before he can even get to him, Bond has jumped over the top rope and begins walking towards Maverick. Maverick, who doesn’t know Aryan is behind him, looks at Bond with a questioning look, as he comes near. Aryan doesn’t notice, as he has his head turned arguing with Prez Shay. Prez Shay grabs Aryan by the arm but again Aryan pushes him away. This time as he turns back, however, Bond rears up and smashes him in the face with a Reality Check!!
Steve: “It’s over!!!”
The sound of Bond’s foot smashing into Aryan’s face is sickening, before Aryan plunges backwards to the ring mat. Maverick falls back on top of Aryan and lifts his leg for the pin.
One…
Rob: “WHAT?! Aryan is not the legal man!!”
Two…
Three!!! Prez Shay helps Maverick to his feet and lifts both his and Bond’s arms into the air.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen your winners… Ego Trip!”
Rob: “This isn’t right! Aryan was NOT the legal man!”
Steve: “Well the referee seems to think different Rob… and he IS the referee. Also, didn’t Magulio tag Aryan in ages ago?”
Rob: “Yeah… but… but…”
Prez Shay then walks over to Larry and whispers something into his ear. Larry looks at him with a questioning look, but Prez Shay nods, and twirls his finger for him to hurry up. He then takes Bond and Maverick by the hands and raises them again.
Larry: “Sorry ladies and gentlemen… let me start that again. Your winners… and new AWO Tag Team Champions… Ego Trip!”
Rob: “WHAT?!”
The crowd boos insanely, showing their distaste for the new Tag Team Champions.
Steve: “Wow! New Tag Team Champions!”
Rob: “But… that wasn’t a Tag Team Championship match!”
Steve: “Well apparently it was Rob. Must I go over the point of the referee knowing more than you do again?”
Magulio and Aryan both lie motionless as the AWO Tag Team Championships are collected from backstage and brought out to the new champions. The crowd begin showering the ring with petty rubbish, as Ego Trip smile and accept their championship belts, as the show goes off the air.
Copyright AWO Entertainment 2005
The fans have gathered into the Detroit AWO arena, but spare seats aren’t difficult to come by, and who’s to blame them? It’s a Monday Night, for starters. They have work tomorrow. But the real reason is surely due to the one match card. And sure, the match may be a big one, but… well, its one match. And it doesn’t help when over half the roster is on vacation or injured. But never-the-less, those in attendance give a mighty cheer as pyros shoot off into the air and a remix of Alice Cooper’s ‘Poison’ (but not that new version from that horrible pop-slut) hits. The commentators, Rob and Steve, don’t even get a word in before the Titantron springs to life.
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Maverick is standing in the backstage area, leaning against a cement wall, completely colourless except for the Maverick standing in front of it, for the first time in a while, not wearing his favourite Butterfly Effect t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, rather his all-to-familiar wrestling attire; black wrestling tights with ‘MAVERICK’ written up the side of each leg in bold silver print with a blue pattern scattered throughout. He also sports a taped glove and black elbow pad combination that stretches unbroken from hand to elbow. Over the top of all this is a black, leather trench coat with a pair of aviator sunglasses, covering his deep blue eyes. The Titantron flares to life, the fans rabid, as the main (and only) event is only minutes away. He smiles a broad, pearly white smile, the fans booing, seemingly out of habit.
Maverick: “Well hello there. This is your favourite hero, signing in immediately before my match against Aryan and Jose Rodriguez.”
Somewhere, Magulio sheds a tear at this blatant and highly unnecessary stereotype.
Maverick: “Since I last graced you with my all-together awe-inspiring presence, Maggie has made an appearance, fighting the good fight, challenging racist stereotypes everywhere; standing up to bigoted generalisations and I have respect for someone who can champion the rights of all the minorities out there. Very impressive for a dirty little spick. Maggie, you might be a champion of social justice and human rights, but your claims of being the cruiserweight champion of anything are completely baseless. Of what, Maggie? When I was 12, I had a World Heavyweight replica title belt. For that time, I was the World Champion. Seeing as you look like you’re coming up for your 12th birthday now, I presume you’re in a similar situation. You held the title with a man named Kapoeira Groove? Your little Negro brother? That name is quite obviously made up. When kids go through traumatic events – such as receiving a cavity search from the nice men at border control, it’s common for them to invent people, entities, imaginary friends. Kapoeira Groove is quite clearly one of these. So good for you kid, congratulations on holding the tag titles in no fed with your little minority friend.”
From the blacks to the Mexicans to the blind to the lame (like Magulio), all the minority groups rise up, all 10 of them. Their insurrection was quickly suppressed.
Maverick: “Not good enough to kiss your ass? Although I no doubt have the propensity to kiss that well-trodden path, the only thing I’ll be doing to it when we get into that squared circle, is kicking it, twenty-five feet, across the ring, over the top rope and into the lap of the Spanish announce team – where you belong. Dirtier than any spick I’ve ever come across – Moi? I think not, my little amigo. You miss the mark entirely, as I expected. I don’t mean dirty in the sense that you haven’t showered in about three weeks – although that wouldn’t surprise me at all. Dirty is an intrinsically Spick-esque feature, something that no matter how many showers you have, how hard you scrub, how many times you have a belt sander used upon your filthy Spick-ish skin. You will still be a dirty little freak; you will still be a rash on the face of humanity; you will still be the fly in the soup of life. You may have all the imaginary friends in the world, but once we step into that ring, you’ll be all alone in a world of hurt. See you soon, amigo.”
Fadeout.
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As the lights around the arena return to normal, the crowd boos, but Rob and Steve get their first chance to speak.
Rob: “Hello and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Poison! And from what you’ve just heard, you should be able to father without my help that tonight is the night Ego Trip will go head to head against Aryan and the newcomer, Magulio.”
Steve: “Actually I don’t think Maverick mentioned Aryan at all.”
Rob: “Must you always correct me Steve?”
Steve: “I fear I must.”
Rob: “Tonight’s match promises to be a great one, with Ego Trip trying to get a hold on this federation and declare themselves the new power. But you can’t imagine Aryan or even the newcomer Magulio to stand for that.”
Steve: “Magulio sure isn’t going to be the challenge for Ego Trip that The Slapster was though.”
Rob: “Well we don’t know that for sure.”
Larry, who started off in the middle of the ring, stands there now, the microphone raised and ready.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following is the ONLY match for tonight and is scheduled for one fall. The match is to be a Tag Team match-up, where Mike Icon is banned from ringside. Now, introducing the first competitor… in his debut match since the AWO’s return… Magulio!”
‘Minority’ by Green Day hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as the newcomer, Magulio, steps onto the stage. He flexes his muscles and flashes a smile to several of the ladies in attendance, before walking down the ramp. He slides into the ring and continues to showboat to the crowd. Larry ignores him.
Rob: “It’s going to be interesting to see if The Slapster made the right decision in replacing himself for Magulio.”
Steve: “Look at him! You can already tell it was the wrong decision!”
Larry: “And his partner… the current ULF Champion… Aryan!”
Larry looks away from the entranceway, having learnt from many times before what some of the fans still haven’t. The signature blinding light shines from the entranceway and still, some fans are caught by it, and won’t regain their sight until later that night. Aryan steps out into the entranceway, holding his arms out to his sides, and spins around, before standing extremely still to let his silhouette shine across the arena. The light fades as he begins to walk down the ramp.
Rob: “Well, if there’s one thing that can be said about this match, it’s that Aryan is going to put up a fight.”
Steve: “Well he sure didn’t have much to say about the match this previous week? He spurred Maverick into a flurry of promos, and then disappeared!”
Rob: “Perhaps that’s cause he was so confident of the win! He’s here now, isn’t he?”
Indeed, Aryan slides into the ring and looks at Magulio disapprovingly for a moment before looking away, and taking a position in one of the far corners of the ring. He stands there, watching the entranceway, and waiting for Ego Trip to appear.
Larry: “And the opponents… being accompanied to the ring by the special guest referee Shay Semmens… Ego Trip!”
‘Awaken’ by Disturbed hits and Maverick and Chris Bond emerge from the backstage, with Prez Shay in the middle, wearing a referee shirt.
Rob: “Don’t you find it at all disturbing that the referee is coming out WITH one of the teams, and the team is using the referee’s music?!”
Steve: “Not at all. It’s clearly to save time.”
Rob: “So you have every confidence that this is going to be a fair match?”
Steve: “Indeed I do.”
Chris Bond and Maverick both smile smugly at their opponents as they walk down to the ring. Aryan glares back while Magulio smiles smugly right back at them. Just before Ego Trip reach the ring, both members sprint forward and slide into the ring. Bond goes straight for Aryan while Maverick goes straight for Magulio. Both are taken by surprise by Ego Trip, and find themselves knocked to the ground with a flurry of punches. Prez Shay lazily rolls into the ring behind them, and calls for the bell.
Rob: “What is this? A tornado tag?! Get those guys to their rightful corners!”
Bond stomps on Aryan repeatedly, until Aryan escapes to the outside under the bottom rope, leaving Magulio defenceless against both members of Ego Trip. Maverick and Bond both start stomping Magulio into the ring mat. This goes on for a little while, before Maverick pulls Magulio up to his feet and stands behind him, holding his arms behind his back. Magulio struggles against it, but Bond kicks him in his unprotected stomach, as the crowd boos.
Rob: “Oh come on! Referee! Stop this! This isn’t a handicap match!”
Aryan slowly takes his place on the apron at the opposite corner of the ring, but it doesn’t look like either member of Ego Trip is getting out of the ring any time soon. Magulio still struggles against Maverick’s hold, but Bond begins laying into his stomach with a series of punches. He finally stops, to allow Maverick to push Magulio into the center of the ring, still holding his arms behind his back. Bond finally takes his place in the opposite corner to Aryan, with no urging at all by the referee.
Steve: “See, it sorted itself out. Mr. Semmens knew what he was doing.”
Still holding his arms, Maverick kicks Magulio in the back of the knee. Magulio falls to his knees, and finally Maverick releases him. Magulio kneels, face down, catching his breath, while Maverick turns and leans over the ropes… and begins talking to a female at ringside!
Rob: “Where’s the respect!?”
Steve: “Haven’t I seen this before…?”
While Maverick has his back turned to the ring, Aryan steps through the ropes and into the ring. He smiles, walking towards the clueless Maverick, when suddenly Prez Shay steps in front of him and demands he return to the corner!
Rob: “Oh, so THAT isn’t acceptable? This is a disgrace!”
Maverick, hearing the commotion, turns to see Aryan arguing with the referee. He laughs, and shakes his head at Aryan. Aryan glares back, yet again, before relenting and returning to the corner. Prez Shay follows him over, making sure he does go back through the ropes, and while his back is turned… Magulio suddenly hits Maverick with a low blow! The crowd cheers, despite the dirty tactic, as Maverick falls to his knees. Chris Bond jumps up and down on the apron, yelling for the referee to do something. Shay turns, just as Maverick falls completely onto his back, clutching his genitals, and looks almost baffled. He shrugs, shaking his head as if to say he didn’t see anything, but he looks pissed about it. Magulio jumps back to his feet suddenly, as if he was barely assaulted at all. He looks over to the female Maverick was previously talking to and raises an eyebrow to her, before pointing to Maverick and shaking his head. As he does this, Maverick begins climbing back to his feet. Or, he tries to, but falls back to his knees. Seeing this, Magulio runs to the ropes, jumps onto the middle one, sling-shotting himself back towards Maverick where he delivers a dropkick to Maverick’s back!
Rob: “What a move!”
Maverick’s face is driven into the mat with the impact, and Magulio jumps to his feet, before giving another of his cheesy grins to the audience. Magulio then helps Maverick up to his feet, but suddenly Maverick slaps Magulio’s hands away and spins him around! Magulio, caught up in Maverick’s speedy recovery, is stunned as Maverick grabs him around the waist from behind and send him over the top of him with a German Suplex!!
Steve: “Now THAT was a nice move! If only it was on the turnbuckle. I can’t imagine Magulio getting up from an G-Force!”
Rob: “I’m inclined to agree with you on that one.”
Both men lie there for a while and Bond begins calling out for the tag. Aryan, clearly completely new to the tag concept, does no such thing. Maverick is the first to rise to his feet, and looks at Bond, but then holds up his hands and shakes his head, not ready to tag yet. Bond looks a little annoyed, but accepts it, and pulls his hand back in. Maverick turns as Magulio is about up onto his knees, and grabs him by the arm, whipping him into the ropes. On the return, Maverick tries for a huge clothesline but Magulio ducks it and runs past. He grabs the ropes behind Maverick to steady himself, and then leaps over to Aryan. Aryan, showing his tag team virginity again, doesn’t hold his hand out. It doesn’t matter though, because Magulio reaches over the ropes and hits him on the shoulder. A grin forms on Aryan’s face as he quickly steps through the ropes. Maverick turns, seemingly unaware of the tag that’s been made, and receives a huge flying lariat from Aryan! Aryan lands next to Maverick, and quickly jumps on top of him, pounding his face with numerous fists! Seeing this, Prez Shay suddenly pulls Aryan off Maverick!
Rob: “What the hell!?”
Prez Shay pushes Aryan back towards his corner, signifying that he didn’t see the tag between him and Magulio!!
Rob: “What!? He was looking right at them!”
Steve: “Well, you’re clearly mistaken Rob.”
Aryan looks extremely pissed as he gets bundled up into the corner, and as he does, he suddenly shoves Prez Shay, sending him to the mat! Prez Shay looks up at Aryan, a horrified and enraged look on his face, but Aryan steps through the ropes again and allows Magulio to step back in the ring. As he does, Bond charges across the ring and grabs Magulio, hitting him with a snap suplex to send him back down to the mat and stop him from immediately tagging Aryan back in. The ‘referee’ does nothing to stop Bond.
Steve: “Nice team work again by Ego Trip!”
Rob: “WHAT?!”
Bond helps Maverick up before returning to his side of the ring. Aryan, shaking his head, has finally had enough, and jumps back into the ring, before running up behind Maverick, grabbing him by his hair and throwing him into… and OVER… the top rope!!! Maverick crashes to the ground below and Prez Shay begins to argue, but Aryan just ignores him and pushes him out of his way, before following Maverick to the outside of the ring. He begins to stomp Maverick into the mats, but Maverick scrambles to his feet, and starts wandering up the ramp!
Rob: “Where is he going?!”
Aryan walks after Maverick, as Bond still stands on the corner of the ring, unsure of what to do. As he does so, Magulio clambers to his feet, and grabs his shoulders, pulling Bond over the top rope and into the ring! Bond flips, and lands on his back, where Magulio begins to stomp down onto Bond, perhaps in payback for similar treatment earlier.
Steve: “Oh no! This surely wasn’t in the plan!”
At the top of the ramp now, Maverick disappears through the curtains and backstage. Aryan follows, and for a moment there’s no way to know what is going on back there. That’s until the Titantron comes to life to show Aryan throwing Maverick into a wall somewhere backstage!
Steve: “Get him back to the ring!!
Prez Shay is too focused to even notice the Titantron has come to life, as he tries to pull Magulio off Bond. Back on the Titantron, Aryan attempts to throw Maverick into the wall again, but this time Maverick puts his hands up and stops his head going into the wall. Aryan tries to act fast to regain momentum, but Maverick quickly grabs Aryan and throws him as hard as he can into the wall, sending Aryan straight through it!!
Steve: “Is it just me, or should the construction guys that build wrestling arenas all be fired?”
Maverick stands there, catching his breath when suddenly, apparently out of nowhere, the Survivor champion Mike Icon charges into view with a steel chair in hand! He immediately attacks Maverick, striking the knee that he injured during his match against Icon a few weeks ago! Maverick immediately crashes to the ground, clutching at his knee in pain, but Icon doesn't let up, kicking Maverick right in the face! Icon then stands on Maverick's injured knee with both feet, and points down at his fallen foe.
Mike Icon: I was banned from RINGSIDE, but nobody can stop the most awesome man in professional wrestling! Looks like the ego trip just got HUMBLED!
Prez Shay finally turns to the Titantron, and a shocked look forms on his face. He looks from the ring to the Titantron, and eventually vacates the ring, running up the ramp. He eventually appears on the Titantron, yelling at Icon and telling him to leave. Eventually, Icon complies, but not before a few snide comments directed at Maverick.
Steve: “Well it’s a good thing Prez Shay got that under control!”
Back in the ring, Magulio is still stomping on Bond, although slower now. Bond takes the chance and rolls out of the ring, and begins walking around it. Magulio follows him, and begins to run, but as he does so, Bond turns and reaches down, grabbing the edge of one of the protective mats. Magulio, seeing what’s happening too late, as he runs onto the same mat, is sent onto his back as Bond pulls the mat upwards and towards him, tripping Magulio. Magulio lies on his back for a moment, and it’s just the moment Bond needed to gather a steel chair from ringside.
Rob: “If I recall correctly, this isn’t a hardcore match… and yet this appears to be the second steel chair that’s become involved!”
Magulio rises, and as he does Bond slams the steel chair down hard onto his head! Magulio drops down again, barely having time even to register that a chair was heading for him. Bond drags Magulio back to his feet and rolls him into the ring, leaving the chair behind as he himself gets in. There, he drags Magulio to the center of the ring and covers him, waiting for a count.
Rob: “Okay… not only is the referee not there… but Bond, you aren’t even the legal man!”
Realising this, Bond stands again, with Magulio still unmoving beneath him. He rolls outside the ring and gathers the chair, before bringing it back in with him.
Rob: “Oh come on, what now?”
Bond throws the chair down in the center of the ring, before dragging Magulio back up to his knees again, pulling his head between his legs… and lifting him up for a powerbomb right back into the steel chair!!!
Steve: “Whoo! What a move!”
Rob: “Oh come on! That isn’t necessary!! He was already out cold!”
Finally, Prez Shay emerges from the entranceway, helping Maverick down the ramp. Maverick is limping, that troublesome knee clearly becoming an issue. Aryan is nowhere to be seen, and it can only be assumed that he is still lying amongst the rubble of the broken wall. The Titantron is now off, as Maverick slides gently back into the ring. He stays there for a moment, massaging his knee, before crawling over onto the fallen Magulio, and lifting his leg for the pin. Prez Shay drops for the count, with the crowd booing.
One…
Two…
Thre… at the last second, miraculously, Magulio’s arm springs from the mat!!!
Steve: “Impossible!!”
Rob: “The courage!”
Amazed also, Maverick pulls Magulio’s leg up again, curling him right up this time.
One…
Two…
T… this time Magulio breaks out even quicker, as the crowd cheers madly. Maverick’s eyes are bulging out of his head, as he backs away from Magulio, and crawls to the corner. He reaches the corner, and looks up… only to find he’s crawled to the wrong corner! Magulio starts moving once again, and reaches up with his arms, and then crawls on to his side, but does not attempt to get up. Maverick stands up, and yells in the pain produced from his knee. He begins limping towards Bond, who continues to jump up and down demanding the tag, as the crowd boos.
Steve: “If this tag is made, it’s all over!”
Suddenly, as Maverick falls to his knee again next to Magulio, Aryan appears at the top of the ramp! The crowd cheers as he half-jogs down the ramp, holding his shoulder with his other hand, clearly slightly injured from being thrown through the wall.
Rob: “It’s not over yet! This could be the difference in the match!”
Maverick looks up at Bond, who is now staring at Aryan, knowing that it would be a disaster for him to reach the ring. He calls out for Maverick louder, hitting the turnbuckle with his palm, but it’s no use, as Aryan rolls into the ring. Aryan lets go of his shoulder and rolls it, seeming ok, as he walks up behind Maverick.
Rob: “Can Aryan finish Maverick off!?”
Prez Shay begins to tell Aryan to leave, but before he can even get to him, Bond has jumped over the top rope and begins walking towards Maverick. Maverick, who doesn’t know Aryan is behind him, looks at Bond with a questioning look, as he comes near. Aryan doesn’t notice, as he has his head turned arguing with Prez Shay. Prez Shay grabs Aryan by the arm but again Aryan pushes him away. This time as he turns back, however, Bond rears up and smashes him in the face with a Reality Check!!
Steve: “It’s over!!!”
The sound of Bond’s foot smashing into Aryan’s face is sickening, before Aryan plunges backwards to the ring mat. Maverick falls back on top of Aryan and lifts his leg for the pin.
One…
Rob: “WHAT?! Aryan is not the legal man!!”
Two…
Three!!! Prez Shay helps Maverick to his feet and lifts both his and Bond’s arms into the air.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen your winners… Ego Trip!”
Rob: “This isn’t right! Aryan was NOT the legal man!”
Steve: “Well the referee seems to think different Rob… and he IS the referee. Also, didn’t Magulio tag Aryan in ages ago?”
Rob: “Yeah… but… but…”
Prez Shay then walks over to Larry and whispers something into his ear. Larry looks at him with a questioning look, but Prez Shay nods, and twirls his finger for him to hurry up. He then takes Bond and Maverick by the hands and raises them again.
Larry: “Sorry ladies and gentlemen… let me start that again. Your winners… and new AWO Tag Team Champions… Ego Trip!”
Rob: “WHAT?!”
The crowd boos insanely, showing their distaste for the new Tag Team Champions.
Steve: “Wow! New Tag Team Champions!”
Rob: “But… that wasn’t a Tag Team Championship match!”
Steve: “Well apparently it was Rob. Must I go over the point of the referee knowing more than you do again?”
Magulio and Aryan both lie motionless as the AWO Tag Team Championships are collected from backstage and brought out to the new champions. The crowd begin showering the ring with petty rubbish, as Ego Trip smile and accept their championship belts, as the show goes off the air.
Copyright AWO Entertainment 2005