Post by Prez Shay on Dec 30, 2007 23:18:18 GMT 10
AWO: Violent Night 2007
All through the Detroit arena, the fans were stirring. Tonight, Violent Night, was going to be the monthly return of the AWO and an event which saw the return of both the Survivor Championship and the ULF Championship. And as the lights dim and a heavy metal rendition of Jingle Bells hits the speakers, the fans cheer loudly. Before much else can happen though, the AWOTron flares to life. The fans watch on as the camera shows the backstage halls… before suddenly Santa Claus himself steps into view, rubbing his giant and surely fake stomach. He bellows out a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ as he waddles through the halls, a giant sack over his back. As he walks, he finally reaches someone… and it’s Chris Bond! Bond looks toward him and smiles briefly, politely, and then turns in an attempt to escape whatever is about to happen. He isn’t successful.
Santa: “Why Merry Christmas there young Bond! And what do you want for Christmas?”
Bond, again for the sake of politeness, smiles and replies.
Bond: “Well, I suppose if you could give me a win over Mike Polowy tonight that’d be nice.”
Santa: “Ho Ho! I don’t think I have the power to perform such drastic miracles Bond… but I do have something for you!”
Santa reaches into his bag and pulls out… a fake AWO World Championship belt from AWO merchandise.
Santa: “The elves and I thought it was appropriate, considering this is as close as you’re ever going to get to the real thing. Ho ho ho!
Bond takes the fake belt and frowns, looking hard at Santa and trying to see who’s behind the fake beard. It’s clearly not Mike Polowy though, so he’s stumped.
Santa: “Enjoy that, won’t you Bond? Now… have you seen Michael Polowy? I have a book in here for him too. It’s a book called ‘how to promo’ and I think the sooner he gets it the better!”
The time Bond does chuckle, and Santa makes his way down the hall again as Bond shakes his head and looks down at his gift. The AWOTron fades to black.
Mike: “It’s Christmas Rob!! And welcome to AWO’s Violent Night!”
Rob: “We’ve got some great matches here tonight Mike, and I guess that’s the AWO’s gift to the fans! We’re going to see a new ULF Champion crowned here tonight! But who is it going to be?”
Mike: “Are you serious? Has Bond ever beaten Mike? The main event isn’t what interests me. I want to know who’s going to walk out with the Survivor Championship! Guy Martin has gotten the best of Curtis Knight on more than one occasion already, but this time it’s an over the top rope battle royale with two other men, and I think anything can happen!”
Rob: “Well I can’t argue with that Mike… and I believe that match is just about to get under way!”
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is a battle royale for the AWO Survivor Championship! Four men will enter the ring, and a wrestler is eliminated when he goes over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, both feet touching the floor. Introducing first the current AWO Survivor Champion… Guy Martin!!”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as ‘Trigger’ by In Flames hits and Guy Martin walks out from backstage and makes his way down to the ring, the AWO Survivor Championship belt around his waist. He gets into the ring and hands the belt to the referee, who holds it up for the crowd to see before handing it down to one of the ring staff to mind.
Larry: “And next, in his second match for the AWO… Captain D!
‘When you wish upon a star’ begins to play and the crowd gives a light cheer for the Willa Wonka wanna-be as he enters the arena and makes his way down and into the ring.
Larry: “Next up, also in his second appearance for the AWO… leader of the Bleeding Hearts Club… Wrists!”
Simple Plan’s ‘Perfect’ begins to play as Wrists walks slowly and solemnly down to the ring and gets in side. His lackeys, Unloved, Forlorn and Steve follow him and stand around the ring.
Rob: “Wrists has the advantage of numbers heading into this one Mike…”
Larry: “And finally, one half of the Legends Club… the Dark Horse… Curtis Knight!”
‘There and back’ by Daughtry begins to play as Curtis Knight walks out from the back, unaccompanied. He has his standard chain mail getup on as he walks down to the ring, taking it off and handing it to one of the ring staff as he enters. Larry hightails it out of the ring.
Rob: “Here we go Mike!”
The bell is rung and immediately Knight singles out Guy Martin. Wrists stands there, not looking like he wants to participate at all, and Captain D reaches into his pockets and pulls out hand puppets, sitting down in the corner to have a conversation with them. Guy Martin, taken by surprise, is clotheslined down hard by Knight. Knight then drags Guy up to his feet again and gives him a hard chop across the chest, sending Guy into the turnbuckle. Knight then pummels Guy’s midsection with punches until Guy slides down the turnbuckle, where Knight steps back and delivers a running knee to Guy’s face!
Mike: “Ruthless! Very respectable!”
Rob: “Guy Martin in a lot of trouble early on in the match!”
Finally Wrists decides to do something and he walks up and pounds his fists repeatedly into Knight’s back. It has no effect. Knight turns and grabs Wrists fists in his own and squeezes tightly. Wrists drops to his knees, screeching. Knights plants his foot into Wrists’ chest and then releases his hands, booting him backwards and sending him sliding to the other side of the ring. While this is going on, Martin has climbed back to his feet. Captain D, too, is also at his feet and is shaking his head at Knight, not seeming to like his treatment of poor Wrists.
Mike: “Curtis could be in trouble here. Looks like he’s about to see what it’s like to get singled out.”
Wrists is staring at the ground muttering and whining, and possibly crying about his failed attempt to take on Knight. Seeing this, his posse climb into the ring from all angles. They all have their eyes on Knight.
Rob: “Yeah, this looks extremely bad for Curtis Knight now!”
Before anyone advances, however, Wrists stands up, still crying and muttering, and raises his hand in the air in dramatic fashion. He brings it down to his sweeping fringe and adjusts it slightly so that it now covers both his eyes, blocking his entire field of vision!
Rob: “Oh my! Wrists is about to into a… Blind Rage!”
Suddenly Wrists beings spinning his arms wildly in helicopter fashion and starts running around the ring. Unloved and Forlorn are the first victims of his rampage, both being clocked in the face. They both drop and roll back out of the ring. Steve, seeing this, tries to escape but is taking from behind by the blind emo as he sends a fist into his back. Steve drops like a sack of excrement and also rolls out of the ring. Knight is the next in Wrists’ path, but he dives out of the way and underneath Wrists’ flailing arms at the right moment, sending Wrists instead directly into Guy Martin! Guy, who was leaning against the ropes, tries to block the punches but once again was unprepared, and he is smacked backwards… and sent tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring!!
Rob: “Oh my God… Wrists just eliminated the Survivor Champion!”
It doesn’t stop there, however, and Wrists bounces off the ropes and lunches forward in a random direction, this time towards Knight again! Once again though, Knight dives out of the way and Wrists heads directly towards Captain D! Captain D, seeing what happened to Guy Martin and not knowing what to do, stumbles backwards in a state of confusion and fear, and trips backwards over the top rope, falling to the mats outside the ring and eliminating himself!!
Rob: “The amount of competitors in this match has halved in less than thirty seconds!! Captain D is eliminated!”
Finally, Wrists stops. Panting and trying to catch his breath, he moves the hair out of one of his eyes once more. He looks around the ring, and a look of amazement comes to his face as he tries to figure out if he was actually responsible for the two wrestlers being eliminated. Looking around the ring, and finally back to Captain D outside the ring, he finally concludes that he was. Something weird happens then, and Wrists starts… to smile! The smile is very gradual. The corners of his mouth begin to twitch slightly, and Wrists begins to cover them with his hand, not knowing what is going on. The frown disappears, and then the corners actually start to curve upwards.
Rob: “Wrists is about to smile! Will he finally give up his emo ways?! It is Christmas after all!”
Wrists looks out at the crowd, who are all aware something special is about to happen. Wrists spins in the ring, feeling his mouth doing… something… and BAM!!!! Knight smashes into him with a devastating Knightmare!! (spear into slam) Wrists’ body is flung against the turnbuckle and collapses like a rag doll back down to the ring!
Mike: “Haha, oh my Lord Wrists is dead!”
Wrists’ body does not move an inch as Knight stands up again and walks over to it. He grabs Wrists by the back of his pants and the back of his hair, lifts him into the air with relative ease, and throws him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, as the bell is rung.
Rob: “We have a new Survivor champion!!”
Mike: “And we have one less emo in the federation… because I swear to God, Wrists is dead!!”
Wrists may not be dead, but Curtis Knight is indeed the new Survivor Champion.
Larry: “And your winner and new AWO Survivor Champion… Curtis Knight!”
Rob: “Well, that’s one to The Legends Club so far!”
The referee hands Curtis the title and raises his hand in the air. Curtis looks at it, smiling, and as Daughtry hits once again. Curtis makes his way up the ramp with a smile on his face, not even thinking about the promise he’d made to his wife back home.
Mike: “So what’s next, the main event?”
Rob: “Wrong Mike. Ice Rock is scheduled to give an interview to Scruffy Dog next up. Maybe we’ll finally find out who the World Champion is!”
Generic Christmas music plays as Ice Rock and Scruffy Dog walk down to the ring together. They may be walking together, but there’s visible tension and they aren’t speaking to one another. They enter the ring and both men are handed a microphone. The crowd is cheering as Ice Rock speaks.
Ice Rock: Well, since I’ve been told I have to interview you tonight, let me ask you something Scruffy.. How's it feel to be out of the hospital bed I put you in??
Scruffy Dog: Heh, well that's hard to argue with. It was your fat arse that made the wire give way after all. Although if we're giving credit to anyone for my injuries, I'd give it to Ron Matthews as he's the one who went through the table and caused the damn cell to explode
Ice Rock looks down and around looking at his body figure and rubs his chin thinking for a moment.
Ice Rock: Hmmm, fat arse ya say? Last time I checked I was 6'1" and 225 pounds. I wouldn't call that fat buddy. Speaking of Ron Matthews, here's another question for ya. Isn't it eating you up knowing that you couldn't beat me on your own. If It wasn't for Ron stopping me from climbing the ladder, I woulda had more than enough time to climb it and grab that belt.
Scruffy Dog smirks.
Scruffy Dog: It's too late for 'what ifs' now Ice. Nothing can change the fact that you didn't win the match, and that's all it comes down to in the end.
Ice Rock gets into Scruffy's face
Ice Rock: Well, In the end you mutt, since you think I'm not anywhere in your league, why couldn't you get the job done and win the damn match?
Scruffy Dog takes a step back, putting his hand on his hip as he does so and wincing with pain.
Scruffy Dog: "It's Christmas Ice Rock. Shouldn't those of us with families be off... with them? Why are you even here? I could have sworn you had a wife for starters, and what... you don't care about that kid of yours anymore? You're not going to win any Father of the Year awards for spending Christmas Day at work, that much I can say. So instead of asking me all these questions which really all amount to the fact that you can't stand to not have the World Championship around your waste after what we went through, maybe you should take a step back and ask yourself - what are you really doing here Ice Rock? What's in it for you? I gave you your last match on the premise that you were leaving to live out the rest of your days with your family... not so you could come back and hang around clearly bitter about what could have been. So again I ask - what are you even doing here?"
Ice Rock gets immediately in Scruffy's face and are face to face again as Ice slowly brigs the mic up to his lips.
Ice Rock: Well Smartass! You're not the interviewer here but I'll bite. First, I don't have a wife. I have a girlfriend since I was divorced a few years back. Her and my Child are in attendance behind the announcer's boot so take your smart ass remark and shove it up your ass bitch! And as for why I’m here? I was offered a job because I got sick and tired of being at home without a job. I business was my life. I ate, drank and slept this business. This is all I've ever known since I was 16. And yes I am bitter. I'm bitter because some asshole that's clearly after you came and fucked the match up. If there wouldn't have been more explosives than was called for, none of this would have happened. I damn well know I could beat your ass if there was no one fucking anything up in the central hell match. I KNOW that I'm better than you! You think I’m not in your league but in my mind and in the mind of everyone around the damn world, I proved that a broke down and hurt Ice Rock is in the exact same league as a guy who is considered the FACE of this Company. So here's a damn question for you smart ass......
All of a sudden, the lights in the arena goes out and we hear the save voice of the woman that we've been hearing for the past several weeks.
Voice: Please baby! Stop this anger! Stop this fighting! This is not you! This is not the man I've fallen in love with. I beg you baby! Stop this and come back to me! Please become the man that was loving and caring and passionate. Since when does a championship come between you and your friends. The two of you are stabbing each other in the back. You were my love and he was my friend. The two of you were great friends. Now look at you. You must stop this! Please! Take the knives out of your back! Please come back to me and please let it be the way it used to be with me....And with him.....I am coming. I love you.....
The lights come back on and Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock are both looking around wondering what they just heard. Ice Rock walks away from Scruffy scratching his head. he walks back up to scruffy but this time not in his face, still trying to figure out what just happened.
Ice Rock: Well, I forgot what the hell i was going to ask you there Scruff, but sounds like you sure as hell got a stalker on your hands. Here's a question....Who the hell is she?
Scruffy Dog looks at the entranceway, and back to Ice Rock
Scruffy Dog: "Man, if I didn't know better I'd say it was Spark. But then... Spark doesn't really go for mind games, she just comes out and ruins lives face to face. Sorry to say it man, but whoever that chick is, she's not referring to me."
Ice Rock is about to argue, but Scruffy Dog cuts him off.
Scruffy Dog: "Not that I'm going to let that interrupt our little discussion. Ice, I don't like what I'm hearing from you. After everything I did for you. After all the strings I pulled to organise a Main Event World Title match with a retired lower carder, suddenly you're acting all high and mighty and even having the gall to suggest you might be as good or better than me, because of the result of a match you DIDN'T WIN? Come off it Ice Rock. I thought you were better than that. I guess you're just as petty as the rest of them. This interview is over."
Scruffy Dog lowers his mic and turns from Ice Rock, and turns, walking towards the ropes. Suddenly though, Ice Rock grabs Scruffy by the arm and swings him around. Before Scruffy Dog has a chance to react, Ice Rock swings a left fist at Scruffy's Jaw sending him to the floor but he immediately gets to his feet delivering a right uppercut to Ice Rock sending him to the floor as well. Ice Rock gets up just as quick as the two start going punch for punch in the middle of the ring. Security runs down to separate the men as Prez Shay comes down to the ring shaking his head. he gets in the center of the ring as the two men are separated. Shay picks up one of the mics an begins to speak looking directly at Ice Rock.
Prez Shay: I gave you this damn job to prove to me that you could work here WITHOUT causing chaos! Who the hell do you think you are?! Do you think you can walk around here doing whatever the hell you want?! Damnit! Answer ME!!
Ice Rock shrugs off the security yelling that he just wants to grab a mic. They back off of him securing the path to Scruffy Dog but leaving a direct path to Prez Shay. Ice Rock bends down to pick up the microphone but repositions himself and delivers an unexpected superkick that connected so hard it could be heard throughout the area sending Prez Shay crashing to the floor Ice Rock picks up the mic and drops to the floor getting in an unconscious Prez Shay's face.
Ice Rock: There's Your FUCKING Answer!!
Ice Rock gets back to his feet as security escorts Scruffy to the entrance ramp.
Ice Rock: Now listen here you son of a BITCH!! You did nothing for me but give me a damn title shot expecting it to be a damn walk in the park. Guess What! I was more than you could handle, and you know it and that's what scares you!! I'm telling you right now your damn fears are about to be answered!! I ain't done yet Jack! I retired because my girlfriend begged me to but I ain't near finished! And honey, if you don't like it, you can his the road Jack! Scruffy! doctors clearance or no doctors clearance, anytime, any place, any match! I don't give a shit when or where, I’m going to take you to your limit again you white trash piece of shit! And this time I’m walking out and you'll be out on a stretcher again and I'll be walking out.
With that said, Ice Rock drops the mic and runs past his set of security guards to the ropes diving over them landing on Scruffy and the security guards blocking him sending everyone to the floor. Scruffy Grabs a hold of Ice Rock as they both get to their feet and sends him to the barricade as you can see the look of pain in Ice Rock's face. Scruffy slams fist after fist into Ice Rock's face before security grabs him and pulls him back. As security pulls him a few feet from Ice, Ice Rock pulls himself up and delivers another superkick, this time to Scruffy Dog sending him to the floor. Security grabs Ice Rock hauling him off to the back as the rest of security picks Scruffy back up bringing him to the back as he starts to come to.
Rob: “Oh wow, that wasn’t very much in the Christmas spirit at all!”
Mike: “It looks like the ‘one time return’ for Ice Rock is going to be stretched out over at least one more match, I’d say. This thing is far from over!”
All through the Detroit arena, the fans were stirring. Tonight, Violent Night, was going to be the monthly return of the AWO and an event which saw the return of both the Survivor Championship and the ULF Championship. And as the lights dim and a heavy metal rendition of Jingle Bells hits the speakers, the fans cheer loudly. Before much else can happen though, the AWOTron flares to life. The fans watch on as the camera shows the backstage halls… before suddenly Santa Claus himself steps into view, rubbing his giant and surely fake stomach. He bellows out a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ as he waddles through the halls, a giant sack over his back. As he walks, he finally reaches someone… and it’s Chris Bond! Bond looks toward him and smiles briefly, politely, and then turns in an attempt to escape whatever is about to happen. He isn’t successful.
Santa: “Why Merry Christmas there young Bond! And what do you want for Christmas?”
Bond, again for the sake of politeness, smiles and replies.
Bond: “Well, I suppose if you could give me a win over Mike Polowy tonight that’d be nice.”
Santa: “Ho Ho! I don’t think I have the power to perform such drastic miracles Bond… but I do have something for you!”
Santa reaches into his bag and pulls out… a fake AWO World Championship belt from AWO merchandise.
Santa: “The elves and I thought it was appropriate, considering this is as close as you’re ever going to get to the real thing. Ho ho ho!
Bond takes the fake belt and frowns, looking hard at Santa and trying to see who’s behind the fake beard. It’s clearly not Mike Polowy though, so he’s stumped.
Santa: “Enjoy that, won’t you Bond? Now… have you seen Michael Polowy? I have a book in here for him too. It’s a book called ‘how to promo’ and I think the sooner he gets it the better!”
The time Bond does chuckle, and Santa makes his way down the hall again as Bond shakes his head and looks down at his gift. The AWOTron fades to black.
Mike: “It’s Christmas Rob!! And welcome to AWO’s Violent Night!”
Rob: “We’ve got some great matches here tonight Mike, and I guess that’s the AWO’s gift to the fans! We’re going to see a new ULF Champion crowned here tonight! But who is it going to be?”
Mike: “Are you serious? Has Bond ever beaten Mike? The main event isn’t what interests me. I want to know who’s going to walk out with the Survivor Championship! Guy Martin has gotten the best of Curtis Knight on more than one occasion already, but this time it’s an over the top rope battle royale with two other men, and I think anything can happen!”
Rob: “Well I can’t argue with that Mike… and I believe that match is just about to get under way!”
Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is a battle royale for the AWO Survivor Championship! Four men will enter the ring, and a wrestler is eliminated when he goes over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, both feet touching the floor. Introducing first the current AWO Survivor Champion… Guy Martin!!”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as ‘Trigger’ by In Flames hits and Guy Martin walks out from backstage and makes his way down to the ring, the AWO Survivor Championship belt around his waist. He gets into the ring and hands the belt to the referee, who holds it up for the crowd to see before handing it down to one of the ring staff to mind.
Larry: “And next, in his second match for the AWO… Captain D!
‘When you wish upon a star’ begins to play and the crowd gives a light cheer for the Willa Wonka wanna-be as he enters the arena and makes his way down and into the ring.
Larry: “Next up, also in his second appearance for the AWO… leader of the Bleeding Hearts Club… Wrists!”
Simple Plan’s ‘Perfect’ begins to play as Wrists walks slowly and solemnly down to the ring and gets in side. His lackeys, Unloved, Forlorn and Steve follow him and stand around the ring.
Rob: “Wrists has the advantage of numbers heading into this one Mike…”
Larry: “And finally, one half of the Legends Club… the Dark Horse… Curtis Knight!”
‘There and back’ by Daughtry begins to play as Curtis Knight walks out from the back, unaccompanied. He has his standard chain mail getup on as he walks down to the ring, taking it off and handing it to one of the ring staff as he enters. Larry hightails it out of the ring.
Rob: “Here we go Mike!”
The bell is rung and immediately Knight singles out Guy Martin. Wrists stands there, not looking like he wants to participate at all, and Captain D reaches into his pockets and pulls out hand puppets, sitting down in the corner to have a conversation with them. Guy Martin, taken by surprise, is clotheslined down hard by Knight. Knight then drags Guy up to his feet again and gives him a hard chop across the chest, sending Guy into the turnbuckle. Knight then pummels Guy’s midsection with punches until Guy slides down the turnbuckle, where Knight steps back and delivers a running knee to Guy’s face!
Mike: “Ruthless! Very respectable!”
Rob: “Guy Martin in a lot of trouble early on in the match!”
Finally Wrists decides to do something and he walks up and pounds his fists repeatedly into Knight’s back. It has no effect. Knight turns and grabs Wrists fists in his own and squeezes tightly. Wrists drops to his knees, screeching. Knights plants his foot into Wrists’ chest and then releases his hands, booting him backwards and sending him sliding to the other side of the ring. While this is going on, Martin has climbed back to his feet. Captain D, too, is also at his feet and is shaking his head at Knight, not seeming to like his treatment of poor Wrists.
Mike: “Curtis could be in trouble here. Looks like he’s about to see what it’s like to get singled out.”
Wrists is staring at the ground muttering and whining, and possibly crying about his failed attempt to take on Knight. Seeing this, his posse climb into the ring from all angles. They all have their eyes on Knight.
Rob: “Yeah, this looks extremely bad for Curtis Knight now!”
Before anyone advances, however, Wrists stands up, still crying and muttering, and raises his hand in the air in dramatic fashion. He brings it down to his sweeping fringe and adjusts it slightly so that it now covers both his eyes, blocking his entire field of vision!
Rob: “Oh my! Wrists is about to into a… Blind Rage!”
Suddenly Wrists beings spinning his arms wildly in helicopter fashion and starts running around the ring. Unloved and Forlorn are the first victims of his rampage, both being clocked in the face. They both drop and roll back out of the ring. Steve, seeing this, tries to escape but is taking from behind by the blind emo as he sends a fist into his back. Steve drops like a sack of excrement and also rolls out of the ring. Knight is the next in Wrists’ path, but he dives out of the way and underneath Wrists’ flailing arms at the right moment, sending Wrists instead directly into Guy Martin! Guy, who was leaning against the ropes, tries to block the punches but once again was unprepared, and he is smacked backwards… and sent tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring!!
Rob: “Oh my God… Wrists just eliminated the Survivor Champion!”
It doesn’t stop there, however, and Wrists bounces off the ropes and lunches forward in a random direction, this time towards Knight again! Once again though, Knight dives out of the way and Wrists heads directly towards Captain D! Captain D, seeing what happened to Guy Martin and not knowing what to do, stumbles backwards in a state of confusion and fear, and trips backwards over the top rope, falling to the mats outside the ring and eliminating himself!!
Rob: “The amount of competitors in this match has halved in less than thirty seconds!! Captain D is eliminated!”
Finally, Wrists stops. Panting and trying to catch his breath, he moves the hair out of one of his eyes once more. He looks around the ring, and a look of amazement comes to his face as he tries to figure out if he was actually responsible for the two wrestlers being eliminated. Looking around the ring, and finally back to Captain D outside the ring, he finally concludes that he was. Something weird happens then, and Wrists starts… to smile! The smile is very gradual. The corners of his mouth begin to twitch slightly, and Wrists begins to cover them with his hand, not knowing what is going on. The frown disappears, and then the corners actually start to curve upwards.
Rob: “Wrists is about to smile! Will he finally give up his emo ways?! It is Christmas after all!”
Wrists looks out at the crowd, who are all aware something special is about to happen. Wrists spins in the ring, feeling his mouth doing… something… and BAM!!!! Knight smashes into him with a devastating Knightmare!! (spear into slam) Wrists’ body is flung against the turnbuckle and collapses like a rag doll back down to the ring!
Mike: “Haha, oh my Lord Wrists is dead!”
Wrists’ body does not move an inch as Knight stands up again and walks over to it. He grabs Wrists by the back of his pants and the back of his hair, lifts him into the air with relative ease, and throws him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, as the bell is rung.
Rob: “We have a new Survivor champion!!”
Mike: “And we have one less emo in the federation… because I swear to God, Wrists is dead!!”
Wrists may not be dead, but Curtis Knight is indeed the new Survivor Champion.
Larry: “And your winner and new AWO Survivor Champion… Curtis Knight!”
Rob: “Well, that’s one to The Legends Club so far!”
The referee hands Curtis the title and raises his hand in the air. Curtis looks at it, smiling, and as Daughtry hits once again. Curtis makes his way up the ramp with a smile on his face, not even thinking about the promise he’d made to his wife back home.
Mike: “So what’s next, the main event?”
Rob: “Wrong Mike. Ice Rock is scheduled to give an interview to Scruffy Dog next up. Maybe we’ll finally find out who the World Champion is!”
Generic Christmas music plays as Ice Rock and Scruffy Dog walk down to the ring together. They may be walking together, but there’s visible tension and they aren’t speaking to one another. They enter the ring and both men are handed a microphone. The crowd is cheering as Ice Rock speaks.
Ice Rock: Well, since I’ve been told I have to interview you tonight, let me ask you something Scruffy.. How's it feel to be out of the hospital bed I put you in??
Scruffy Dog: Heh, well that's hard to argue with. It was your fat arse that made the wire give way after all. Although if we're giving credit to anyone for my injuries, I'd give it to Ron Matthews as he's the one who went through the table and caused the damn cell to explode
Ice Rock looks down and around looking at his body figure and rubs his chin thinking for a moment.
Ice Rock: Hmmm, fat arse ya say? Last time I checked I was 6'1" and 225 pounds. I wouldn't call that fat buddy. Speaking of Ron Matthews, here's another question for ya. Isn't it eating you up knowing that you couldn't beat me on your own. If It wasn't for Ron stopping me from climbing the ladder, I woulda had more than enough time to climb it and grab that belt.
Scruffy Dog smirks.
Scruffy Dog: It's too late for 'what ifs' now Ice. Nothing can change the fact that you didn't win the match, and that's all it comes down to in the end.
Ice Rock gets into Scruffy's face
Ice Rock: Well, In the end you mutt, since you think I'm not anywhere in your league, why couldn't you get the job done and win the damn match?
Scruffy Dog takes a step back, putting his hand on his hip as he does so and wincing with pain.
Scruffy Dog: "It's Christmas Ice Rock. Shouldn't those of us with families be off... with them? Why are you even here? I could have sworn you had a wife for starters, and what... you don't care about that kid of yours anymore? You're not going to win any Father of the Year awards for spending Christmas Day at work, that much I can say. So instead of asking me all these questions which really all amount to the fact that you can't stand to not have the World Championship around your waste after what we went through, maybe you should take a step back and ask yourself - what are you really doing here Ice Rock? What's in it for you? I gave you your last match on the premise that you were leaving to live out the rest of your days with your family... not so you could come back and hang around clearly bitter about what could have been. So again I ask - what are you even doing here?"
Ice Rock gets immediately in Scruffy's face and are face to face again as Ice slowly brigs the mic up to his lips.
Ice Rock: Well Smartass! You're not the interviewer here but I'll bite. First, I don't have a wife. I have a girlfriend since I was divorced a few years back. Her and my Child are in attendance behind the announcer's boot so take your smart ass remark and shove it up your ass bitch! And as for why I’m here? I was offered a job because I got sick and tired of being at home without a job. I business was my life. I ate, drank and slept this business. This is all I've ever known since I was 16. And yes I am bitter. I'm bitter because some asshole that's clearly after you came and fucked the match up. If there wouldn't have been more explosives than was called for, none of this would have happened. I damn well know I could beat your ass if there was no one fucking anything up in the central hell match. I KNOW that I'm better than you! You think I’m not in your league but in my mind and in the mind of everyone around the damn world, I proved that a broke down and hurt Ice Rock is in the exact same league as a guy who is considered the FACE of this Company. So here's a damn question for you smart ass......
All of a sudden, the lights in the arena goes out and we hear the save voice of the woman that we've been hearing for the past several weeks.
Voice: Please baby! Stop this anger! Stop this fighting! This is not you! This is not the man I've fallen in love with. I beg you baby! Stop this and come back to me! Please become the man that was loving and caring and passionate. Since when does a championship come between you and your friends. The two of you are stabbing each other in the back. You were my love and he was my friend. The two of you were great friends. Now look at you. You must stop this! Please! Take the knives out of your back! Please come back to me and please let it be the way it used to be with me....And with him.....I am coming. I love you.....
The lights come back on and Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock are both looking around wondering what they just heard. Ice Rock walks away from Scruffy scratching his head. he walks back up to scruffy but this time not in his face, still trying to figure out what just happened.
Ice Rock: Well, I forgot what the hell i was going to ask you there Scruff, but sounds like you sure as hell got a stalker on your hands. Here's a question....Who the hell is she?
Scruffy Dog looks at the entranceway, and back to Ice Rock
Scruffy Dog: "Man, if I didn't know better I'd say it was Spark. But then... Spark doesn't really go for mind games, she just comes out and ruins lives face to face. Sorry to say it man, but whoever that chick is, she's not referring to me."
Ice Rock is about to argue, but Scruffy Dog cuts him off.
Scruffy Dog: "Not that I'm going to let that interrupt our little discussion. Ice, I don't like what I'm hearing from you. After everything I did for you. After all the strings I pulled to organise a Main Event World Title match with a retired lower carder, suddenly you're acting all high and mighty and even having the gall to suggest you might be as good or better than me, because of the result of a match you DIDN'T WIN? Come off it Ice Rock. I thought you were better than that. I guess you're just as petty as the rest of them. This interview is over."
Scruffy Dog lowers his mic and turns from Ice Rock, and turns, walking towards the ropes. Suddenly though, Ice Rock grabs Scruffy by the arm and swings him around. Before Scruffy Dog has a chance to react, Ice Rock swings a left fist at Scruffy's Jaw sending him to the floor but he immediately gets to his feet delivering a right uppercut to Ice Rock sending him to the floor as well. Ice Rock gets up just as quick as the two start going punch for punch in the middle of the ring. Security runs down to separate the men as Prez Shay comes down to the ring shaking his head. he gets in the center of the ring as the two men are separated. Shay picks up one of the mics an begins to speak looking directly at Ice Rock.
Prez Shay: I gave you this damn job to prove to me that you could work here WITHOUT causing chaos! Who the hell do you think you are?! Do you think you can walk around here doing whatever the hell you want?! Damnit! Answer ME!!
Ice Rock shrugs off the security yelling that he just wants to grab a mic. They back off of him securing the path to Scruffy Dog but leaving a direct path to Prez Shay. Ice Rock bends down to pick up the microphone but repositions himself and delivers an unexpected superkick that connected so hard it could be heard throughout the area sending Prez Shay crashing to the floor Ice Rock picks up the mic and drops to the floor getting in an unconscious Prez Shay's face.
Ice Rock: There's Your FUCKING Answer!!
Ice Rock gets back to his feet as security escorts Scruffy to the entrance ramp.
Ice Rock: Now listen here you son of a BITCH!! You did nothing for me but give me a damn title shot expecting it to be a damn walk in the park. Guess What! I was more than you could handle, and you know it and that's what scares you!! I'm telling you right now your damn fears are about to be answered!! I ain't done yet Jack! I retired because my girlfriend begged me to but I ain't near finished! And honey, if you don't like it, you can his the road Jack! Scruffy! doctors clearance or no doctors clearance, anytime, any place, any match! I don't give a shit when or where, I’m going to take you to your limit again you white trash piece of shit! And this time I’m walking out and you'll be out on a stretcher again and I'll be walking out.
With that said, Ice Rock drops the mic and runs past his set of security guards to the ropes diving over them landing on Scruffy and the security guards blocking him sending everyone to the floor. Scruffy Grabs a hold of Ice Rock as they both get to their feet and sends him to the barricade as you can see the look of pain in Ice Rock's face. Scruffy slams fist after fist into Ice Rock's face before security grabs him and pulls him back. As security pulls him a few feet from Ice, Ice Rock pulls himself up and delivers another superkick, this time to Scruffy Dog sending him to the floor. Security grabs Ice Rock hauling him off to the back as the rest of security picks Scruffy back up bringing him to the back as he starts to come to.
Rob: “Oh wow, that wasn’t very much in the Christmas spirit at all!”
Mike: “It looks like the ‘one time return’ for Ice Rock is going to be stretched out over at least one more match, I’d say. This thing is far from over!”