Post by Prez Shay on Aug 31, 2005 0:05:31 GMT 10
The fans have waited for this Poison for a while now. Four big matches set to go onto the card. All of them sure to be entertaining. But suddenly, before even the Poison theme music can begin, Prez Shay appears on the Titantron. The fans cheer, solely because they realise Poison is about to start, but what they are about to hear is both good news and bad.
Prez Shay: “Hello everyone and welcome to another AWO Poison. I only have two things to say, and I’m going to make it quick. First of all, I have a little challenge to address. And that challenge would be the one issued by Aryan toward Chris Bond.”
The crowd cheers for Aryan, less so for Bond.
Prez Shay: “Aryan, like I said. I’m a busy man. So I’m going to make this short. If you wanted a match against Bond… one final match like you said… you should have come to me. I’m the one who makes things happen around here. I’m the one who can give you what you want. And in this instance… guess what. I’m going to do exactly that. I’m giving you that match. I’m talking Aryan versus Bond for the final time at the next Pay Per View!”
The crowd cheers madly.
Prez Shay: “That’s right. We’ll work out what match stipulations this match should have later, but don’t worry. This match WILL take place. And to prove it, next week on the results we’re going to have the match contract signing!”
Rob: “Isn’t it a little premature to sign the match before even naming the Pay Per View?”
Steve: “Quiet you!”
Prez Shay: “But to make sure that nothing goes wrong tonight, and to make sure you don’t get any ideas of attacking Bond in his match… because we all know how dirty you like to do things… Aryan, listen closely now. You are suspended until the next Pay Per View!”
Rob: “What?!”
Prez Shay: “Which brings me to the second subject. Tonight’s second match of Aryan versus X will not be taking place due to Aryan’s current suspension. But instead of just completely screwing X over… you see I’m a fair guy… I’m naming him the winner by default! After all, it’s not his fault Aryan went and got himself suspended!”
Prez Shay smiles, and the crowd boos like crazy, as the Titantron goes to black. After a few seconds, AWO trademark Alice Cooper remix hits and pyros shoot off into the air.
Rob: “What a way to start the show tonight! Aryan is suspended!”
Steve: “Well Prez Shay knows what he’s doing. It’s in his best interests to keep Aryan away from the AWO arena for a while. Hell, it’s in ALL our best interests!”
Rob: “What are you talking about?”
Steve: “Shh, the first match is about to start!”
‘The Eyes of a Ranger’ begins to play throughout the AWO arena and the fans go wild for the Texas Ranger himself – Chuck Norris. Attired in a pair of loose martial arts pants and his fists taped, he charges down the ramp, lapping up the cheers. He slides under the bottom rope and does a bit of a martial arts demo, throwing a series of chain punches followed by a few spinning kicks. His fun is interrupted by his opponent deciding to get on with things, as ‘Minority’ by Green Day strains loudly through the system, signaling the entrance of everybody’s favourite Hispanic Romeo, Magulio. He receives a mixed reaction but plays to the audience anyway, jumping up and down, flexing for the female fan contingent – whether they like it or not. He slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet, running into a turnbuckle and back flipping out of it. The fans roar in appreciation. Both men back up into a corner – separate corners, obviously not the same one, that would just be ridiculous. Norris assumes a karate stance and Magulio just looks at him, somewhat confused. The bell rings and Magulio slowly edges his way towards the steadfast Chuck.
Rob: Well this one is now underway.
Steve: Underway, yes, but moving? No. Norris looks more than content to stand there in that corner, waiting for Magulio to make the first move.
Magulio looks sceptically at Norris’ form and stands right in his face, talking trash to him. Norris doesn’t blink. Magulio goes as far as to prod him in the sternum. Norris continues to stand prone. Magulio gets tired of this little game and takes a step back and then takes up a mimicking karate stance. Norris instantaneously spins, foot in the air, connecting with Magulio’s face at the speed of light. Magulio drops to the canvas, on his back.
Rob: That was the Norris Special #3!!!
Steve: Surely it’s not over already…
Norris places a foot on Magulio’s chest and the referee starts the count.
One!
Two!
Before a three count can be counted, Magulio grabs Norris’ lower leg and whips him around with a hard hitting dragon screw. Norris looks highly shocked as he hits the ground but gets up quickly, to face Magulio who rubs his face painfully. Norris tries to regain momentum, pulling Magulio towards him and lifting him into a piledriver position, head less than a foot away from the canvas. Magulio doesn’t give up though, wrapping his legs around Chuck’s head, whipping him around for a hurricanarana counter.
Rob: It seems Magulio has an answer for everything that Norris can dish out here…
Steve: But he’s not gonna get anywhere until he can start going on the offensive.
As though inspired by Steve’s words, Magulio runs to the corner and mounts the turnbuckle with one swift leap. He waits. Norris slowly staggers to his feet, facing the other direction. He discovers the presence of Magulio a little too late as a huge flying dropkick impacts with his impressively well-defined jaw line, knocking him to the mat. Magulio admires his handiwork for a moment before lifting Norris’ leg for a cover.
One!
Two!
Thr… Kick out! Norris gets himself out of the pin just moments early and saves the match. The two men get to their feet slowly as they get ready to face off yet again. Magulio runs at Norris who kicks him in the stomach, hard. Magulio doubles over, trying to regain his breath. Norris pulls him in and lifts him for the Ganstalicious (Gutwrench Powerbomb), holding him high in the air. Magulio recovers slightly and punches Norris in the face, stunning him momentarily, before grabbing his head and whipping him around for a jumping spinning DDT, slamming Norris’ head hard into the canvas.
Rob: Norris is down!
Steve: It looks like its not over yet either!
Sure enough, Magulio is clawing his way towards the turnbuckle, raising himself up and making his way to the top rope. Ever so slowly, he rises to his full height on the top rope, taunting to the crowd.
Rob: This looks like the Magulio Whirl, coming up!
Steve: Isn’t it just the Shooting Star Press?
Rob: Well, yes, but it’s the Magulio Whirl!!!
Steve: Well it does sound more exciting, I guess…
Rob: It does! And here it comes!
Magulio leaps into the air, doing a back flip before coming down hard onto Norris’ prone body. The canvas shakes with the impact and the referee slides in for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three!
Rob: It’s over! Magulio takes out the win here tonight!
Steve: He sure does, the Magulio Whirl gets him across the line.
Magulio leaves the ring the victor, and eventually Chuck Norris follows, a disappointed man.
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor… in his debut match for the AWO… Scott Sears!”
‘Old School Hollywood’ by System of a Down hits and the crowd gives a light cheer, not because they particularly like Scott Sears, but because he’s up against the recently unlovable Chris Bond. He walks onto the stage to more light cheers, and makes his way down to the ring.
Larry: “And his opponent… he is one half of the AWO Tag Team Champions… Chris Bond!”
‘Hating Hollywood’ by Theory of a Deadman hits and the crowd boos madly, still not like Chris Bond’s recent change of attitude. Chris Bond steps out from the back and ignores the crowd completely as he walks down the ramp.
Rob: “This could be the first step to proving himself for young Sears. Like he said already, if he loses here it could be crippling for his AWO career.”
Bond rolls into the ring and Sears is on him in a flash. He starts kicking Bond before Bond has even risen. Bond does get to his feet however, and tries to run back away from Sears as the referee calls for the bell. Sears sends several high jabs into Bond’s face, and a few lower punches into his mid-section, before finally the referee pulls Sears away from him. Bond looks stunned, bundled in the corner.
Rob: “Wow! There’s a lot of ferocity in that man!”
Just as soon as the referee appears to have calmed Sears down, he rushes past the referee and once more charges Bond. Bond gets the first hit in, but Sears is relentless, ignoring the attack and going once more for Bond’s face with a flurry of punches! The referee once again pulls him back off Bond, and Bond suddenly jumps through the ropes and out of the ring! He begins walking back up the ramp, shaking his head, as the crowd boos!
Rob: “What is Bond doing?”
The referee warns Bond to get back into the ring and then starts the count. Bond stops at the foot of the ramp, with his back to the ring.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four… Bond turns around and looks at the ring. Sears looks at him, and then gives him the ‘come here’ gesture.
Five…
Six… finally Bond moves. However it’s backwards, up the ramp.
Seven…
Steve: “Bond better hurry and get back in the ring or he’s going to lose this!”
Eight…
Nine… Bond has made it to the top of the ramp now, and shakes his head at Sears. He then turns and heads out the entranceway.
Ten!!!
Rob: “It ended like that! Bond just gave up!”
Steve: “Well he clearly thought that Sears wasn’t worth his time!”
Rob: “How can you possibly justify that? He clearly ran away!”
The bell is rung and the referee raises a confused Scott Sears’ hand into the air.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen your winner by a count out disqualification… Scott Sears!”
Scott Sears eventually makes his way to the back with his music playing, but doesn’t seem at all satisfied with the win. As he does so, the Titantron springs to life.
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Maverick appears on the Titantron, his match just a few minutes away. He is attired in his regular wrestling garb, trench coat, tights, aviator sunglasses etc. He looks deadpan into the camera – well it might be into the camera, his eyes aren’t visible behind the lenses of his glasses.
Maverick: “Fear; the single strongest motivating factor in human beings. It is in our nature to be scared. Scared of what? Well that’s different from person to person. Some people are afraid of death. Some people fear failure. Some people are petrified of sock puppets. Whatever your phobia may be, everybody has one. Everybody can be manipulated by their fear. Nobody is immune. The greatest power you can ever have over a man is to know his fear. Not just something superficial either; you can’t just wave a knife in someone’s face and stimulate fear for their lives. No, true fear is very different because it lies in the very heart of every human being. Once someone knows what your fear is, you’re done for, because once they can manipulate your fear, they can manipulate you. You become a puppet and your conqueror, the puppet master. The only catch is that this ‘true fear’ exists in the very deepest depths of the human psyche and is almost impossible to extract – without it being explicitly exposed. This was Mike Icon’s fatal flaw. You see, I’ve discovered what his innermost fear is and in my favour, he can’t do a single thing to avoid it by virtue of him being on the AWO roster. Mike Icon is a proud man, which is probably why he wouldn’t want to reveal his secret fear to you all, so I’m going to do it for him… Soon enough. I have become the puppet master you see, because Icon can’t explicably escape his fear once he enters the ring with yours truly. That’s because his secret fear is… Me.”
Maverick chortles to himself, sharing a private joke.
Maverick: “Why else would he stay away from the AWO arena for about a week? Why else would he avoid me almost entirely? Why would he have been so ridiculously ecstatic to get away from our match a few weeks ago? Surely a debutant would want to make an impact in their first week, rather than spending only a few minutes in the ring. Not so, Mike Icon got in there and got the fuck out, because for some inexplicable reason, he is scared stiff off going toe-to-toe in any sort of real combat with your personal hero, me. I can’t explain it though, because I try to put myself across as a personable chap. I’m not being intimidating to the guy deliberately. I just want to fight a good technical fight; will you deny me that, Mike?”
Maverick looks out of shot towards a wall clock, mouthing the time under his breath.
Maverick: “It’s almost time for action. The Last Man Standing match awaits and I can’t say that I’ve ever fought in one of these before. That doesn’t matter though, because I’m your worst nightmare, Icon and that’s all I need. Instead of dropping you for a three count, it’s a ten count this time, with one fantastic exception. The trade-off for needing a ten count instead of a three count is that I don’t have to touch your slimy little form while you’re lying on the canvas, completely incapacitated; insentient. In just a few moments, we’ll be going head-to-head in what will be a battle for the ages. One of us will come out of this conscious, the other will not. I hope you understand that I have every intention of going to my locker room and enjoying a stiff drink straight after the match – a MindBender perhaps. That’s quite convenient really, because while I’m doing that, you will have just enjoyed a MindBender of your own. The key difference though, is that the only stiff thing for you, Icon, will be your body, in the ring, as rigor mortis steadily sets in.”
Maverick lowers his sunglasses, winking into the camera, before purposefully striding off towards the ring…
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Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen. The following is your main event for this evening, and is scheduled to be a Last Man Standing match. The rules are simple. The man who causes his opponent to be unable to stand for ten seconds wins the match. There are no other rules, and this match is a No-Disqualification match. The match is a non-title affair. Introducing the first competitor… the current AWO Survivor Champion… Mike Icon!!!”
The crowd cheers as ‘Fire’ by Scooter hits, and the man who already has an untainted record against Maverick steps out of the entranceway. He holds his arms up to the crowd as they cheer some more, before walking down and getting into the ring.
Larry: “And the opponent… he is a former NMW World Champion, and one half of the AWO Tag Team Champions… Maverick!”
’Crave’ by Butterfly Effect hits and the crowd boos madly Maverick appears on the stage, with Prez Shay by his side. Maverick rubs the Tag Team Title belt around his waist, while smirking out at the fans, as he walks down the ramp. He eventually reaches the ring and undoes the belt, handing it to Prez Shay. Prez Shay throws it over his shoulder and Larry gets out of the ring as Maverick gets in.
Steve: “Who’s your money on Rob?”
Rob: “Well Mike Icon does have a lot of the momentum going into this match. He has a win over Maverick already.”
Steve: “You want to talk about momentum? What about the momentum that Maverick will have after winning the Tag Team titles last week?!”
The referee goes over the rules with Maverick and Icon, but they aren’t listening at all, and instead trash-talking to each other. The referee eventually calls for the bell and Maverick and Icon immediately lock up. Icon begins pushing Maverick back towards the ropes, but Maverick eventually switches momentum and begins driving Icon back into the ropes himself. Icon looks behind and sees the ropes, and then sidesteps and throws Maverick into them. He then follows up by grabbing Maverick’s arm and trying to whip him towards the other side of the ring. Maverick grabs the ropes, however, and Icon is powerless. Icon releases him, and Maverick sends a huge chop into his chest. Icon steps backwards, spinning and holding his chest, and Maverick runs up and bulldogs him to the ground!
Rob: “Maverick taking early control of this match.”
Maverick jumps up but then drops back onto Icon, delivering an elbow drop to his upper spine. He then grabs Icon’s head and wraps him into a sleeper! The crowd boos, knowing that this has to be the least entertaining maneuver in the world, but Maverick doesn’t care.
Steve: “Maverick could win it right here!”
Rob: “I would expect a riot if that was the case.”
Icon has a look of frustration on his face as he tries to reach back and attack Maverick in any way. He can’t however, as Maverick is leaning on his back. The referee gets down to see if Icon is finished, but Icon is still as conscious as ever. Maverick continues applying the pressure. Eventually, Icon somehow manages to summon the strength to roll over, rolling on top of Maverick!
Rob: “Where did that come from! I knew Icon couldn’t be counted out so early!”
Maverick releases Icon, taken by surprise, and perhaps not liking that his own shoulders are now pinned to the mat, and Icon rolls off Maverick. He crawls away and then stays on all fours, in an attempt to regain his breath. Maverick is up straight away, however. He runs up and boots Icon in his raised torso. Icon drops to his side, clutching his mid-section, as Maverick stands over him. Maverick waits for him to get back to his feet before whipping him towards the other side of the ring. Icon rebounds off the ropes and comes flying back, where Maverick clotheslines him hard, sending him to the mat once more.
Steve: “Domination by Maverick here in the early stages!”
Maverick chuckles to himself, but suddenly Icon raises his foot and slams it into Maverick’s bad knee. Maverick falls onto his other knee, gasping, and Icon climbs to his feet. As soon as Icon gets to his feet, however, Maverick does also. He rubs his bad knee and then looks up at Icon smiling. Icon scowls, and then tries to kick it again, but this time Maverick sidesteps, spins around next to Icon, and gives him a Russian Leg Sweep back down to the mat!
Rob: “That troubled knee seems to have healed!”
Steve: “There’s no stopping Maverick now!”
Maverick jumps back to his feet, but Icon once again kicks Maverick in the knee. This time, in the back of the knee. The force trips Maverick forward and he lands on all fours. Icon then quickly runs over and jumps up onto the turnbuckle, without Maverick seeing. Maverick climbs back to his feet and turns, and Icon jumps off and hits Maverick square in the chest with a missile dropkick!
Rob: “Great move!”
Maverick flies onto his back and Icon climbs back to his feet. He stands there for a moment, seeing if the missile dropkick will do the trick, while the referee begins to count.
One…
Two… it doesn’t. Maverick shakes his head as he climbs back to his feet. Icon runs up towards him, but Maverick dodges him and grabs the back of his neck, propelling Icon head first into the turnbuckle! Icon steps back, woozy, and Maverick grabs him in a Full Nelson style, but then picks him up and slams him onto the turnbuckle in a seated position.
Steve: “You know where this is heading!!”
And indeed it is, as Maverick follows Icon onto the turnbuckle, it becomes clear what his intentions are. Icon, having never felt the brunt of the G-Force, doesn’t see it coming at all. Not until his waist is grabbed and he’s German Suplexed off the top rope. His upper back smashes into the canvas, and he bounces in an awkward fashion before settling back down on the mat again.
Steve: “From nowhere! Maverick is finally going to put the Icon loss behind him!”
The referee begins to count as Maverick leans back against the turnbuckle.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Six…
Seven… suddenly Icon begins to stir. He rolls onto his side.
Eight…
Nine… Icon rolls onto his stomach and tries to get onto his knees. He fails however, and falls back to the mat.
Ten!!!
Steve: “Maverick wins!”
Rob: “I don’t believe it. Well, Maverick has shown us all that he is indeed a worthy Tag Team Champion.”
The referee calls for the bell and Prez Shay slides into the ring. He walks over and grabs Maverick’s arm, raising it into the air.
Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… Maverick!”
Maverick and Prez Shay both look down at Icon, laughing, before heading back through the ropes and up the ramp. They pause at the top of the ramp, with Maverick wrapping the Tag Team Championship belt around his waist again. Prez Shay once again holds Maverick’s arm up high, and with ‘Crave’ by Butterfly Effect blasting through the speakers, the show goes off the air.
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