Post by Dave Dangerously on Mar 15, 2013 22:32:03 GMT -6
we see Dick Vitale in the back with none other than Healius, one of the men involved in the next match, the main event.
Dick Vitale: I'm here with Hee-Lee-Us, baby! And Healius, you are awesome baby!
Healius: Yeah...thanks.
Vitale: Tonight, you're going in against the three other top men in ICW. Only one baby is gonna come out as ICW champ, is it gonna be you?
Healius: Yeah, I think it is going to be me. You know why? Because I'm the best technical wrestler here in the ICW. I'm the EWA World Heavyweight Champion. I was the LAST ICW World Champ, and I'm going to be the NEXT. Vassago and Amalek, they're mighty scary, sure. But they have no teamwork...they're going to eliminate themselves. Andrew Leigh, my former tag team partner. You know, I have no problem with you, really. But tonight, if it comes down to just me and you, well all bets are off, and you and I are going to give the fans a hell of a match. Tonight is the night. Healius becomes the first ever ICW/EWA champion. Healius becomes the TRUE ICW Franchise. And I separate the 'men' from the 'boys'. And Myst...Lucas. I cried for you. I was saddened. I truely thought you were gone...I mean, I was your friend. Does our past friendship mean nothing, now? You came back...and you seemed to target me more than anyone. Well, tonight, I'm not going to be afraid of you...and I'm not going to pull punches. If you get invovled tonight, I'll take you out, too. And thats about all there is to it.
Healius walks off screen
Vitale: That was AWESOME, BABY!
Camera cuts to ringside
Ross: Folks, it's now time for the big one. It's main event time, here at RPM, and it is for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
Styles: Thats right JR, and these 4 men have endured a lot on this road to RolePlayMania. Healius, Amalek, Andrew Leigh, Vassago Arcturus. Tonight, one will be crowned ICW World Heavyweight Champ, and three men will go home empty-handed.
Soprano: I dont know about youse guys, but I tink dis one right here is gonna be a ball buster!
Ross: Perhaps. Let's take a look, and see how these four men wound up here:
A film rolls, and we see the comeback show for ICW. We see the pyro go off,
signalling the arrival of the new ICW. "The Ecstacy of Gold" by the San Francisco Orchestra plays, as we see ScottiePP7 announcing that there will be a 4-way match tournament to determine the men to be involved in the main event at RolePlayMania. We see Healius win his 4-way match, claiming the first spot at RPM. Later that evening, we see Vassago Arcturus claim the next spot. The next show, Mayhem, shows Amalek win his 4-way match, and securing him in the main event at RPM. Finally, on the next Inferno, we see Andrew Leigh claim the fourth and final spot at RPM.
Then clips are shown of all 4 men brawling all together, with each other, etc. We see Vassago attacking Healius and Andrew Leigh; we see Andrew Leigh attacking Healius, Amalek, and Vassago; We see Amalek attacking Andrew Leigh and Healius; And we see Healius attacking Vassago, Amalek, and Andrew Leigh. We see Vassago and Amalek teaming against the two, and we see Leigh and Healius teaming against the other two. We see Leigh and Healius shoving each other, we see Amalek and Vassago shoving each other. We see chairshots, wrestling holds, punches, kicks, slams, tables, everything possible.
Then, the music changes to "Alive" by Pearl Jam, and the picture changes to black and white.
We see MYST run out and attack Andrew Leigh, and Healius. The same Myst that seemingly perished just weeks earlier. Then, we see Myst, Vassago,and Amalek all standing together, in celebration. We see shots of Andrew Leigh, Healius, Vassago, Amalek, all before the film ends, with the RPM logo and the matchup screen.
Ross: Well, it's been quite a long ride...but we're finally here. RPM is upon us, and this is what it's all about.
Soprano: A month's culmination, ey?
Styles: No, it's more like 6 months of culmination. ICW is back, and we certainly mean business.
Ross: Indubitably, Joey. And let's take care of this piece of business. Let's flash back to RolePlayMania, March 2000. ICW's grand-daddy of them all. Take a look!
Highlights of RolePlayMania are shown...but, no one remembers any matches that were held, except for the main event, Vassago Saevita vs. Dave Dudley, for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
In that match, Vassago came in as the champion, winning the belt at Insane Rumble I. Dave Dudley fought Wickit to earn the shot at RPM, and Dudley walked in as a fan favorite. In what turned out to be one of the greatest matches in ICW history, Vassago came out on top. Vassago would go on to relinquish the belt to Dave Dudley. Dudley went on to reign as one of the greatest ICW Champs of all time. Tonight, Vassago attempts to get that belt back.
Soprano: Ey...if Vassago hadnt gave up the belt...the sucker could still have it!
Ross: That is a good point, Tony.
Soprano: Ey, it's TON-NNY!
R Ton-nny, Vassago was a dominant champion...hell, I dont think he was ever beat during his first run in ICW.
Styles: Thats right. Some of you may know, Vassago was born, when Pyro, a former ICW superstar, was put into a coma by a man who competed here tonight, Tommy Jacobs. Jacobs used Dave Dudley's barbed-wire steel chair to do it, no less!
Ross: Hell, some might even say, Pyro's last thought was "Dave Dudley is attacking me."
Soprano: Ey, none of dat matters now. Vassago is here, and the rest of the tree guys in the main event are queer.
Styles: Mr. Soprano...I think you just made a haiku.
Soprano: Scorpion Shaikukakkalakkapoop what?
Ross: Now, dont count out everyone. Healius, as we just saw, looks pretty damn determined. Amalek, we've seen what he can do. And then theres Andrew Leigh, the wildcard. Former LWN World Champion. Andrew Leigh has really proven himself, in ICW this time around. Gone are the crazy gimmicks. He is Andrew Leigh, and he's the jaded e-fed Icon. But tonight, I'm not going to make a prediction. I'm going to remain impartial, as it is my duty as a broad-
Styles: Screw that, my pick is my old buddy, Y2A. Yes, Andrew Leigh. You know, even though he wouldnt give me the time of day in LWN, I'm still going with him...he's just the most talented.
Soprano: Yeah, and I'll bust all your balls by going with none other than my made man, Vassago Arcturus. He's just fuckin' the shit. He's gonna crush all those mammalukes right there in the ring tonight.
Ross: Well, like I said earlier, dont count out Healius or Amalek. Both former ICW champions will probably have a few tricks up their sleeves...
The camera cuts to the ring, where we see ring announcer Howard Finkel standing in the center of the ring.
Howard Finkel: And now, let me introduce to you, our special GUEST ring announcer, for the main event!
The crowd pops, and they dont even know who the guest announcer is!
Styles: Oh, this should be good.
Ross: Yeah, I hope so, what do you expect from the mind of DL Glaze?
"Ooops...I did it again" hits, and out comes none other than James Lmo! The crowd goes nuts!...mostly in laughter
Ross: Haha, I cant believe it. Emcee Elmo, here tonight.
Styles: YEAH! HE FOUNDED ICW, HE'S THE REAL BOSS!
Soprano: What the shit? I thought he was some sesame street guy.
Lmo walks down, dressed in a tuxedo...the fans boo him as he passes them by, on the ScottieTRON is a picture of none other than FATTY!
Lmo climbs into the ring, and grabs the mic from The Fink.
L-Mo: Thank you there, Howie.
The Fink gives Lmo a dirty look
L-Mo: Whats up, CINCINNATI?
The crowd gets all silent for a moment...and they all respond with WHAT THE HELL? Then, they boo.
L-Mo: What is wrong with you Cincinnatians?
An "ASSHOLE" chant starts up for James.
L-Mo: Anyway, last time I was in Cincinnati, it was nice...but this time, it looks like a bomb hit it. What a shit-hole. Almost reminds me of Philadelphia.
The crowd boos the heaviliest of the night...
Ross: Oh for gods sakes...
L-Mo: Anyway, you smelly people need to be more respectful. Yes, It feels GOOD to be back in MY company!
More booing
L-Mo: Yes, it is my company. I started it. Nyah! I'm the real prez. I appointed ScottiePP7! I'm HIS boss! Hahaha!
The crowd laughs
L-Mo: Yeah, you're right...I'm full of it. I work at Wendy's now...and Scottie thought it would be funny if I came back to do this skit. BUT NOW THAT I'M BACK, I'M TAKING OVER!!!!!!!!!
Crickets chirp
L-Mo: Yeah...I'm lying again. The truth is, Dave Dudley owns me. L-MoDave Dudley. I know all you great fans want me to return to wrestling.
Boo!
Styles: YEAH! RETURN TO WRESTLING!
Ross: Shut up.
Soprano: Ha!
L-Mo: I got offered a contract to wrestle in EWA as Clockwork L. They need a real champion...and CLOCKWORK L IS THE REAL CHAMP!!! AM I WRONG?
Crowd says 'yes'
L-Mo: Damn. Well, maybe I'll return to wrestling...here in ICW...or something...once I get ungrounded. I can be in the "Worlds biggest Efed flakes" faction, with Hey Kid, Really Crazy, Lone Wolf, Smackdown, and ITR. Yeah...thats what I'll do.
Howard Finkel is heard yelling:
Howard Finkel: Damnit, just announce the people and leave, you stupid son of a-
L-Mo: Ok, ok, ok. Lets see...where is the dumb card...ah yeah, right here in my pocket, along with my 23 cents, bent up paper clip, and lint.
Ross: Ugh.
L-Mo: The following contest, is for the ICW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND IT IS A 4-WAY MATCH!
The crowd pops!
L-Mo: In this match, eliminations occur by pinfall, submission, or being thrown OVER the top rope. There is no disqualification. No count-out. Pinfall, submission, or going OVER the top rope is the only way eliminations happen. The last man remaining, will be the undisputed ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
Ross: Damn straight!
the crowd is still cheering preeeety loud.
L-Mo: And now...your damn participants. {grumbles} I should be in this match.
The lights go dim, and a blood red light covers the ring.
Ross: Ut-oh.
Suddenly, each side of the ramp becomes engulfed in a stream of flame.
L-Mo: Introducing first...
"SuperNova Goes Pop" by Powerman 5000 hits the Pa, as the crowd gives off a LOUD mixed reaction.
Three pillars of flame pyro shoot up from the stage, and out walks Lilith. Behind her, Vassago Arcturus. Vassago stops on the stage, and crosses his arms. He then begins to walk, with Lilith behind him.
Ross: I heard that Lilith strongly suggested that she come to ringside with Vassago tonight! Usually, she leaves the ringside area.
Styles: Well, this match is going to be very emotional...Lilith probably just wants to see it firsthand.
Ross: Yeah, that witch wants to get involved!
Soprano: I should bring Carmella to ringside with me. Hell, I bring the bat to counseling! Dr. Melfi says its good. So I-a say it good too.
Ross: Speaking of which, did you know your wife saw another pyschiat-
Styles: How about that Vassago, wow he's intimidating! {Whispers to JR} Ixnay on the crazy-wife-ay!
Vassago stands in the ring...Lilith proceeds to take his coat, and his glasses. Vassago raises his arms in the air...and brings them down, with it, pillars of flame from each turnbuckle, a-la Kane.
Ross: AHH, THATS HOT!
Styles: JR, you dont need to sell the pyro.
Soprano: I think dat fire shit singed my forehead.
Vassago paces around the ring, as Lilith hands his coat and glasses to the ring attendant, and then begins to rub his shoulders, and talking to him, possibly talking strategy.
L-Mo: And his opponent...
"Lounge Fly" by the Stone Temple Pilots hits, and the fans go nuts for the "Jaded E-Fed Icon", Andrew Leigh. Leigh comes out, and sticks his arms out, much like Raven. The fans give Leigh a very nice reaction.
Ross: Here comes Leigh...guys, Leigh could very well come out of RPM as the ICW champ.
Styles: If he doesnt get too cocky, yes. That is his weak point...his arrogance. Is his arrogance justified, though? Well we'll see tonight.
Soprano: Yuuuup.
Leigh slides into the ring, and stands on the second rope, raising his arm in the air to the crowd. He goes to the other side of the ring, and does the same, then he bounces around and somewhat warms up.
L-Mo: And next...
The arena turns blue, much like it does for The Rock, and The Who's "Sparks" hits the soundsystem, as Healius walks out to a decent response from the crowd.
Healius stands on the ramp, and looks straight down at the ring. He then looks around at the crowd, and kind of hops for the first few steps, and walks down the ramp. He walks slowly, and when he reaches the fans, he stands and looks at their signs. He makes his way into the ring, where he goes to the turnbuckle to pose. He makes his way to every turnbuckle, as Vassago exits the ring, and stands on the outside, as he and Lilith eye the competition.
Ross: Healius looking quite confident. And Leigh too, look at him standing in that corner, not moving for Healius.
Soprano: No respect. He needs to get out of the way for the paisan. No respect, I tellya.
Styles: Leigh and Healius could get it on before the match even starts!
Ross: No, look, Healius just turned right around and went to the other corner...this is intense!
L-Mo: And finally...
The arena once again goes black, as "Everything Sucks" by Dope hits the PA, and the lights come back on, somewhat dim, and we see The Third And Final Beast Amalek come out, accompanied by Cleo.
Amalek stops on the stage, and smiles...he then motions for Cleo to go ahead, and she walks out in front of him, as he trails behind. The crowd boos for the arrival of the couple...and as Amalek makes his way down the ramp, many of the fans flip him off, and spout obscenities at Cleo.
Ross: Well, everyone is here...this is going to be a great match!
Styles: Well it better be, you expect these people to pay 34.95 for crap?
Ross: Yes.
Styles: Bah, I forgot, you're from the WWF.
Soprano: HBO only costs 15 bucks a month.
Styles: Really?
Soprano: Yup, and you get da great shows like The Sopranos, Oz, Real Sex, Sex and the City, Shock TV, Real Sex, Shock TV, Real Sex, Shock TV.
Ross: Yeah, I have HBO. It's eXXXcellent.
Styles: Wow, I need to get HBO!
Soprano: Call yer local cable or satellite operator TODAY!
Ross: Wait...we're on live television right now. And it's RPM. Who cares about HBO?
Soprano: EYYY!
Ross: Sorry, HBO rules. Anyhow, all 4 men are here, the match should soon be underway!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeemcee Elmo leaves the ringside area, as Amalek climbs into the ring. People throw their drinks at poor James...
Amalek enters, but Cleo stays on the outside. Amalek takes a corner, as Leigh and Healius have. Vassago, after a moment, enters the ring, and takes the other corner. The referee, stands in the center of the ring.
Ross: This, folks, is what it's all about. It doesnt get any bigger than this.
Styles: The ICW World Heavyweight Title at stake here, oh my what an atmosphere!
Soprano: Yeah, it is kinda humid in 'ere.
Ding, Ding
The bell sounds, and the match is underway!
Ross: Here we go!
the four men pace around for a few moments...it's almost as if they rotate their corners, that they were standing in a few times. Then, they finally go at each other, Vassago going after Healius, and Leigh going after Amalek.
Vassago pushes Healius back into the corner, and begins to go to work on him with a flurry of punches. Vassago focuses on Healius' midsection, hitting him with ruthless lefts and rights. Vassago rears back for a big punch to the face, but Healius grabs Vassago by the head, and throws him into the turnbuckle, 'trading places', so-to-speak. Healius hits Vassago with numerous right jabs to the side of his face. Vassago slumps down in the corner, and Healius begins to choke him with his boot.
Meanwhile, Leigh and Amalek are engaged in the collar-elbow tieup. Amalek and Leigh jock for position, and Leigh slaps on a textbook armbar. Leigh winds Amalek's arm up, and pulls him towards himself, knocking Amalek down with a short-arm clothesline! Amalek stands right back up, and Leigh catches him with an armdrag, locking in another armbar in the process. Amalek reaches for the ropes, and he grabs them, forcing the ref to tell Leigh to relinquish the hold. Leigh obliges, and picks Amalek up, whipping him into the ropes. Leigh attempts a clothesline, but Amalek ducks. Amalek, on the rebound, knocks Leigh down with a shoulder block, grabbing his shoulder in pain, in the process. Amalek sucks it up, and runs back into the ropes, and hops over Leigh, who is down, and runs into the other side of the ropes. Leigh gets up, and upon Amalek's rebound, leap-frogs him. Leigh turns around, as Amalek bounces off the ropes again, and hits him with a big dropkick!
Ross: Oh, what a scintillating dropkick!
Styles: Look, the force of the dropkick, it rocked Amalek!
Amalek falls back into the ropes, and starts to flip over them. He holds on, though, and manages to flip himself back into the ring. Leigh charges at him, but Amalek greets him with a kick to the gut. Amalek holds on to the ropes, and begins to walk along them. Leigh grabs Amalek in a waistlock, and takes him down...with a...uh...waistlock take down. Amalek, now on his stomach, gets paintbrushed by Leigh, who swats at the back of his head, toying with him. Leigh gets up, as Amalek starts to get up, angrily. Leigh isnt playing, though, as he kicks Amalek in the ribs, and Amalek's ascension is halted. Amalek, who is on his hands and knees, is now open to Leigh's legdrop to the back of Amaleks' head! Amalek hits face first into the canvas. Leigh rolls Amalek over, and issues a beating with some mounted punches.
Styles: Looks like Andrew is trying to bust the beast open!
Meanwhile, Vassago and Healius have engaged in some more fisticuffs. It's turned into a basic boxing match, as Healius and Vassago trade blows. Finally, Vassago knees Healius in the gut, and takes him down with a...headlock take down. Vassago then delivers a HHH-style knee drop, and attempts a cover as Healius grasps at his face in pain...
1...
2...
Kickout, by Healius!
Vassago delivers an elbow drop, and follows it up with a wicked leg drop! Vassago attempts another cover-
1...
2...
Kickout, by Healius!
Vassago, starting to get frustrated, picks Healius back up, and kicks him. He runs into the ropes, bounces back, and flies at Healius with a Face Breaker Kick! Healius goes down!
Ross: What a kick!
Soprano: A MAFIA kick! Err..that is to say...a good kick.
Styles: Note to self: Bring a tape recorder to shows I work with Tony.
Vassago picks Healius back up, and whips him into the ropes once again. Vassago attempts a clothesline, but Healius counters, SAXA BOTTOM!
Ross: Oh my! Saxa Bottom, Saxa Bottom!
Styles: Vassago is down!!
Healius cant quite capitalize as, he is slow to make the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout, by Vassago!
Vassago gets up, before Healius does, and kicks him in the gut. Vassago sets him up, STIGMATA, a brutal crucifix powerbomb. Vassago steps back, and slouches on the ropes, somewhat dazzled from the Saxa Bottom.
Meanwhile, Leigh has Amalek, and he's trying to throw him over the top rope. Leigh struggles, but Amalek still wont give. Leigh gives up, and begins to hammer Amalek in the back with forearm clubs. Vassago, steps over and hits Leigh in the back with a double axe-handle. Leigh slumps to one knee, as Vassago hits him again. Vassago then picks him up, and starts to try to throw Leigh over the top rope! Amalek, who is getting up, now helps Vassago!
Ross: Oh no, they're going to try to eliminate Leigh!
At the same time, Healius, groggy, rolls out of the ring. He comes over towards the announce position, and grabs the timekeepers chair. He slides into the ring, and hits Amalek in the back with the chair!
At the same time, Andrew Leigh goes over the top rope!!!
Ross: Ah, what a chairsh- wait, Andrew Leigh is out!!!
Styles: Damnit!!
Soprano: Der he goes, look!
But no! Leigh hangs on, and slides in under the bottom rope. Healius then hits Vassago in the skull with a BRUTAL chairshot, as he turns around.
Styles: OH MY GOD!
But Vassago doesnt go down, oh no. Healius tries it again, and Vassago gets wobbly. The chair, all bent out of shape, is dropped by Healius. Healius kicks Vassago in the gut, and locks him up, in a pedigree type hold!
Ross: He's going for it!!
Healius hits The Enlightenment on Vassago, ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
Styles: It's over for Vassago, right here!
Healius makes the cover...
But is thrown off by Leigh, who makes the cover!
1...
2...
Kickout at the last second by Vassago!
Leigh gets up, and Healius shoves him. Leigh shoves Healius back. Healius stares at the mat...and shoves Leigh back! Leigh tackles Healius, and the two engage in a brawl!!
Styles: Catfight! CAAAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!
Soprano: Bada BING!
Healius and Leigh roll around, and finally roll to the outside, as they continue their brawl.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Vassago tells Amalek to get up, so they can go after Leigh and Healius. Amalek shoves Vassago, and points down at the mat.
Ross: Whoa now, whats this?
Styles: I cant hear what they're saying...
Soprano: I can read lips! Amalek's saying the belt is his, he's not going anywhere, purple gorilla dishwasher....or something.
Vassago shoves Amalek back, as Amalek attempts a Superkick on Vassago, but it is avoided, as Vassago sidesteps. As Amalek turns around, he is hit with a fierce roundhouse kick to the face by Vassago!
Ross: The Unholy Alliance is breaking down, here!!
Amalek gets up and he and Vassago engage in combat. Vassago unleashes some punches, and kicks on Amalek, as Amalek gets rocked back into the ropes. Vassago lets a spinning kick fly, but Amalek ducks! Vassago gets turned around by the kick, and as he is turned around, Amalek locks in THE CALL OF AZREAL!!!
Ross: Thats it, thats it, thats it!!
Styles: Why do you always say things two or three times?
Vassago struggles to break free of the hold, as Lilith and Cleo enter the ring. Lilith immediately goes after Amalek, clawing at his eyes, and face, causing him to release the hold. Cleo sees this, and comes over to Lilith and slaps her in the face!
Ross: Ohhhh MY!
Styles: CAAAAAAAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!
Lilith spears Cleo, and begins to swat away at her, as the two roll around the mat. Cleo's skirt rides up and we see her naked ass!
Styles:b] NO PANTIES, NO PANTIES, NO PANTIES![/b]
Ross: Werent you just bitching about-eh, nevermind.
Soprano: DADDY LIKE!!
Vassago and Amalek pull their respective women off of each other, and send them out of the ring.
During this, Leigh and Healius are brawling at the end of the ramp. Leigh sends Healius into the guardrail, where a rather large obese woman rubs his head. Healius walks out, and Leigh tries whipping him into the other side of the guard rail, but Healius reverses it, and Leigh goes into the steel!
Back in the ring, Vassago and Amalek are standing off, staring at each other...they utter a few words, and it appears as if they're going to resume fighting...but no, they shake hands!
Ross: Ugh, look at that!
Styles: I told you they'd be united throughout the whole match!
Soprano: Ey, blood IS thicker den water.
Ross: But...they're not related.
Soprano: I know.
Ross: So then why did you say that?
Soprano: Huh?
As Vassago and Amalek begin to make their way out of the ring to go after Leigh and Healius, the arena lights go dim.
Ross: What the hell.
Styles: What the fuck?
Soprano: WHAT THE SHIT, WHY DOES THE LIGHTS KEEP GOIN OUT, I GOT A FUCKIN HEART PROBLEM OVA HERE NOW, I'M GONNA HAVE A FUCKIN STROKE, FUCK!!!
The crowd hushes, as "Timelessness" by Fear Factory hits the PA...and out walks... MYST.
Ross: Oh god, it's Myst, it's Myst!! Vassago and Amalek's mindless zombie!
Styles: Healius and Leigh are finished.
Soprano: FUCKIN LIGHTS!! SON OF A FUCK!
Myst walks down the aisle, slowly, as Leigh, Healius, both stare at him. Amalek and Vassago seem somewhat shocked at first, but then delighted.
The fans boo Myst's arrival, as Myst walks down to Leigh and Healius, at the bottom of the ramp. Healius steps right out in front of Myst, blocking his path. Healius motions for Myst to "bring it".
Ross: Healius must have a deathwish!
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKIN LIGHTS!
Myst stares at Healius for a moment...and pushes him aside!!
Ross: What?
Myst also pushes Leigh aside, as well!
Styles: Whats going on here?
Myst charges towards the ring, and climbs up on the apron, entering the ring. He stands there as Amalek and Vassago glance at each other.
Ross: Tony, what are they saying?
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKINNNNNNNNN LIGHTS!
Myst delivers a huge punch to Amalek!!! Another huge punch to Vassago!!!
Myst whips Vassago into the ropes, CLOTHESLINE! Myst kicks Amalek, picks him up, CHOKE-SLAM! Vassago gets up, Myst nails him down with a big boot! Amalek gets up...Myst charges at him with a Test-like boot! BOOM! He hits Amalek right in the face, and Amalek goes tumbling over the top rope!!
Amalek falls right on his face!
Ross: OH GOD, OH GOD, MYST HAS JUST ELIMINATED AMALEK!
Styles: Oh my GOD, MYST HAS BETRAYED AMALEK AND VASSAGO?
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
Eliminated, Amalek
Amalek gets up, and begins to head towards the back. He grabs Cleo and they begin to scuttle away. Myst climbs out of the ring, and pursues Amalek up the ramp, once again passing Healius and Leigh by, barely noticing them. Amalek heads out of the curtains, as Cleo, in her high-heels, is nowhere near as fast as he. Myst catches up with her, and grabs her by the throat!
Ross: No, he wouldnt!!
Styles: DO IT!!!!!
Soprano: DO IT!!!!!!!!!
Myst yells, as he lifts Cleo up with one arm. Amalek sticks his head out of the curtain, and Myst drops Cleo. Myst then heads to the back, and Cleo comes running behind Myst.
Ross: Now what the hell was that? I thought Myst, Vassago, and Amalek were all on the same page!
Styles: It appears Myst had a change of heart?
Soprano: I tell ya, no respect. I mean dey brought back Myst from the depts of deaf. He oughta show some gratitude!
Leigh and Healius glance at each other, looking confused. Then they glance at the ring, where they see Vassago laying in the middle, apparently unconcious.
The two immediatly do the mad dash to the ring, sprinting, and fighting along the way. Leigh makes it into the ring, but Healius pulls him out. Healius slides in, and makes the cover on Vassago:
1...
2...
Kickout, by Vassago!
Leigh climbs into the ring, as he takes Healius down by the legs...in a double leg takedown. He flips him over, into a boston-crab type move.
Ross: Oooh, Ahh, it hurts!
Styles: Wait, thats a liontamer, it's ARMAGEDDON!! Healius will tap out!
Healius struggles for the ropes, as Leigh cranks on the hold, tighter, and tighter.
Vassago gets to his feet, and kicks Leigh in the side of the head, causing him to break the hold. Leigh, wobbly, gets up as Vassago attempts to hook Leigh up in a dragon/reverse suplex!
Ross: Oh no...Vassago might be going for The Apocalypse!
Vassago lifts Leigh up, and flips him back, but Leigh flips right out of it!! He turns Vassago around, kicks him in the gut, hooks him up, DECAL BRAINBUSTER! Vassago is OUT!
Ross: Thats it, thats it!
Styles: The Decal Brainbuster, havent seen that in a LONG time!
Soprano: Eh, you could get the same effect by pistol-whipping a guy.
Leigh makes the cover on Vassago!
1...
2...
KICKOUT, BY VASSAGO!
Meanwhile, we see Lilith pick up the chair used earlier by Healius.
Leigh gets up, as does Healius, and Leigh stumbles right into a SHATTERED DREAMS TOMBSTONE! Leigh goes down, Healius makes the cover-
1...
2...
Vassago breaks the count up!!
Ross: Now why the hell did he do that?
Styles: He must want Leigh for himself!
Healius gets up, angered, and turns around to meet Lilith, who has hopped up onto the apron, and hits Healius with a vile chairshot the SKULL!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!
Healius goes down, as Lilith enters the ring.
Ross: Damnit, I told you all she was going to get involved.
Soprano: Just like Carmella. Always getting involved in my affairs.
Styles: Oh? Like your {click} MAFIA affairs?
Soprano: No, my marital affairs...you know, wit da strippers.
Lilith enters the ring, and goes to work on Healius with the steel chair!
Ross: Damn, can she swing that chair!
Styles: Yeah, for a woman.
Ross: Joey! Are you sexist?
Styles: Yup.
Ross: Oh...okay.
Lilith slams the chair all over Healius' body, and then she goes to work on Andrew Leigh, too!
Lilith is working over both men, almost sadistically! Vassago gets to his feet, and tells Lilith to stop. She doesnt. He tries pulling her away, she turns to him and yells, and attempts to go back for some more. Finally, Vassago takes the chair away from her. Lilith gets furious!
Ross: I think business is about to pick up, here!
Styles: Tony, what are they saying?
Soprano: Vassago is telling her that beating them like this isnt very honorable...she just said fuck honor, lets kick their ass. And he says...no...and now shes yelling at him!
Ross: At least Vassago is showing some decency right here!
Vassago takes the chair and slides it out of the ring. Meanwhile, Leigh and Healius are starting to get to their feet...
Lilith steps past Vassago, and walks through the ropes, and stands on the apron. Vassago and her trade a few more words, and then she SLAPS VASSAGO LIKE A BITCH!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Ross: LILITH JUST SLAPPED VASSAGO, LILITH JUST SLAPPED VASSAGO!
Soprano: BADA-BOOM!
Vassago grabs his face, as Lilith hops off the apron, and begins to head towards the back.
Vassago turns around to meet a double clothesline from Healius and Andrew Leigh!
Healius kicks at Vassago, as Leigh starts to climb the turnbuckle. Healius picks Vassago up, and hoists him up in the air, in an outsiders-edge crucifix type move. Leigh stands at the top, as Healius begins to hoist Vassago down! Leigh flies off and hits a legdrop halfway down!! Vassago goes crashing into the mat, with Leigh getting more impact with the legdrop!
Ross: OH MY!!
Styles: Healius and Leigh just hit SOUTHERN COMFORT!!! That was the Southern Strain's finishing move!!
Soprano: MAMA-MIA!
Vassago is down!! Healius hooks one leg, Leigh hooks the other!
1...
2...
3!!!!!
Eliminated, Vassago Arcturus
Leigh and Healius both get off of Vassago, as he starts to roll around.
Ross: Leigh and Healius, with teamwork, eliminated Vassago! Amazing!
Styles: Yeah, and Lilith...whats her deal?
Soprano: If she did dat to me, I'd have her whacked.
Vassago rolls out of the ring...and slowly heads to the back.
Leigh, and Healius, the final two men in this 4-way match for the ICW World Heavyweight Title, stare each other down, in the center of the ring.
Ross: Leigh, Healius...the final two men, in this 4-way match for the ICW World Heavyweight Title, are staring each other down in the center of the ring.
I just said that, CRETIN!
Styles: Master of the obvious, JR...you could use a crystal ball.
Soprano: Hah, good one Jo-wee S.
As Leigh and Healius stare each other down...
"The Bond Theme" hits.
Ross: Oh for the love of god...not again.
ICW President ScottiePP7 makes his way down the aisle, microphone in hand, as the fans boo hellaciously.
ScottiePP7: Hold up! Hollllllld up. I think, that I should come down here, and get a little closer to the action. Yeah, thats what I'll do...
PP7 enters the ring
ScottiePP7: Because you see, I'm ScottiePP7, damnit, and my ppv happens how I want it to, DAMNIT! You understand me? DO YO-
Scottie is cut off by Healius and Leigh both punching him simulataneously, and knocking him down.
Ross: Alright!!!
Healius grabs the steel chair, as Leigh props up PP7. BOOM, STEEL CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE SKULL OF THE BOSS! Leigh grabs the chair, CHAIR TO THE BACK OF PP7! They both kick PP7 to the outside, where he squirms in pain.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!
Soprano: No respect, I tellya.
Ross: He deserved it, after all the travesties he caused tonight!
The crowd goes nuts at the sight of ScottiePP7 getting beat down. But Healius turns his back on Leigh, and Leigh hits Healius in the back with the chair!!
Healius goes down, as Leigh makes the cover-
1...
2...
Kickout by Healius!
Ross: Ohh, Leigh was THAT close to being ICW World Champion!
Healius rolls to the outside, as Leigh follows.
Healius kicks at Leigh, as Leigh dodges, and comes at Healius with a right hook. Healius counters with a drop-toe hold! Leigh's chin goes right into the edge of the American announce table!
Ross: GOOD LORD!
Leigh, slumped over the front of the table, walks foward a little, and leans over on the Spanish announce table, where El Bastarde and Jose Ramirez are calling the action. Healius walks up behind Leigh, GOODNIGHT NURSE! Enziguri to the back of the head! Leigh flops on the spanish announce table.
Ross: My GOD!
Styles: GOOD NIGHT!
Ross: Who are you, Scott Hudson?
Healius climbs onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle,sitting on the top rope facing out towards the announce table.
Styles: I think the mexicans are in for some trouble...
Soprano: Dey bedder run for the border!
At this time we listen in on the spanish commentary
Jose Ramirez: Chupa mi pinga!
El Bastarde: Eeese tonto. Muy aburrido.
Jose Ramirez: Que? Hee-lee-us? Que?
El Bastarde: Eeets a trap!
Jose Ramirez: Que?
El Bastarde: Move EEET!
Jose Ramirez: ...que?
El Bastarde: SHEEET, SHEEET , SHEEET!
Healius flies off the turnbuckle with a legdrop! Leigh moves out of the way!!! Healius goes crashing through the spanish announce table, taking out Bastarde and Ramirez!
Ross: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Soprano: OH GOD!!! BOOK TWO
Leigh gets up, and picks Healius up. He throws Healius back into the ring, and goes in after him. Leigh drags Healius to the center of the ring, and makes a pin!
1...
2...
Kickout, by Healius.
Leigh picks Healius up, and locks his arms in a double underhook position. He lifts Healius up, but Healius wiggles free.
Styles: Leigh was going for Evolving The Light!
Healius flips out, lands on his feet. Leigh turns around, right into a Roman Collar from Healius!
Ross: Ohhh what a neckbreaker!
Styles: It was a Twist of Fate, I mean jeez. The people who use that move, it's not like they're in the WWF or anything...
Soprano: Yeah dey are, they're the Hardees.
Styles: Sarcasm, you CRETIN!
Soprano: Ey. EY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, CAPESH?
Styles: Yes sir.
Healius makes the cover on Leigh!
1...
2...
KICKOUT, by Leigh!
Ross: Leigh kicked out, Leigh kicked out!
Styles: Calm down, JR!
Ross: I'm really impressed with Andrew Leigh, here tonight!
Healius picks Leigh up, and whips him into the ropes. He catches him, SAXA BOTTOM! Healius makes the cover-
1...
2...
Healius picks Leigh up! He's not through with him yet!
Ross: Oh come on, Healius is just showboating now. He knows he has Andrew Leigh finished...why doesnt he just get it over with?
Styles: Healius is a competitor! He wants to make an impact here at the biggest spectacular in sports entertainment!
Soprano: Ey, Healius aint dat bad of a guy...he could get made, definetly.
Healius picks up Leigh...Leigh looks pretty wobbly...pretty groggy. Healius kicks the bent-up chair that has been used throughout the match, over to place it right by his feet. He kicks Leigh in the gut, and sets him up for a double-underhook.
Ross: Oh no! Healius is going for The Enlightenment on the chair!! No, damnit, no!
Styles: Healius is sending a message, I guess...and these fans are loving every second of this main event here at RolePlayMania II!
Healius looks around, and smiles...he gets ready to deliver the pedigree on Leigh!
Leigh flips backwards, though, and Healius flips over Leigh! Their arms are still locked, however, but Leigh spins around, and now Leigh has the double underhook!
Ross: What...what??
Leigh spins around, so the chair is in front of him. He lifts Healius up into the air with the double underhook...and DOWN FACE FIRST, RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!
Styles: EVOLVING THE LIGHT, EVOLVING THE LIGHT!!
Soprano: BADA-BANG!!!!!
Ross: Thats it, it's over, Leigh is the new champ!
Leigh makes the cover!!
1...
2...
HEALIUS KICKS OUT!!! the crowd goes nuts!
Ross: GOOD LORD!!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Leigh cant believe it! Healius is laying face first on the canvas, now. Leigh kicks Healius in the side, and then goes to his feet, locking on a reverse indian deathlock. He bridges back, to put on a reverse crossface, it's a reverse STF!
Styles: REALMS OF PAIN!!! REALMS OF PAIN!!!
Soprano: Thats one spicy...REVERSE STF!!
Ross: Oh lord!! OH LORD!! WILL HEALIUS TAP?
Leigh cranks on the hold, pulling at Healius' neck with the crossface, as his legs are being mangled by the indian deathlock! Healius tries to break free, but he cant. He tries to move towards the ropes...
Ross: Healius is nowhere near the ropes! He cant move! HE CANT MOVE!
Leigh screams as he pulls at Healius' neck more. Healius screams in pain, as the referee asks him if he wants to quit.
Healius mumbles something...
The referee asks him if he wants to quit again, and Healius mumbles, arms flailing. Finally, Healius' arms hit the mat...
AND HE TAPS OUT!!
The crowd goes wild as the bell rings, and Leigh releases the hold!
Ross: What? HEALIUS TAPPED OUT, HEALIUS TAPPED OUT!!
Styles: ANDREW LEIGH WINS!!!
Soprano: HOLY MACARONI!!
Ross: Leigh is the new champion! LEIGH, LEIGH, LEIGH!!
Winner, and NEW ICW World Heavyweight Champion, Andrew Leigh
Ross: I cant believe it!!! Healius...he tapped out to the Realms of Pain!
Styles: This is incredible!!! Leigh wins his first ICW World Heavyweight championship!!
"Lounge Fly" hits once again
Soprano: Whata contendor.
Ross: Leigh endured 3...no no Leigh endured a total of 15 men to win this belt!!! He just went through a WAR!!
Leigh gets up, and smiling, is handed the brand new Insane Championship Wrestling Heavyweight Title belt. Leigh takes it and holds it up, as the crowd goes nuts!
Ross: Andrew Leigh...the Jaded Efed Icon...came into Philadelphia Pennsylvania...came into RolePlayMania II...and came out, a champion!
Styles: He earned it! Andrew Leigh is the undisputed ICW World Champ!
Soprano: FUHGEDDABOUDIT!
Healius sits on the mat, with his hands on his head, in disbelief.
Andrew Leigh goes to the turnbuckles, and shows off his newly one belt to the crowd, as they take pictures, and cheer their hearts out.
Ross: Andrew Leigh gave his heart and soul in this match, and came out the ICW Champion!
Leigh takes his belt, and slides out of the ring...
He heads up the ramp, and he turns around, holding the belt up, and pointing to all the fans.
Ross: Folks, we are out of time here at RolePlayMania!! The New ICW Champion, Andrew Leigh! What a RPM! For Tony Soprano, and Joey Styles, this is Jim Ross, saying so long, from Philadelphia!!
The last shot we see is of Leigh holding his belt up in the air, as he stands on the stage, basking in the glory of the fans' admiration...
End Transmission
Presented in Dudley-O-Vision
Dick Vitale: I'm here with Hee-Lee-Us, baby! And Healius, you are awesome baby!
Healius: Yeah...thanks.
Vitale: Tonight, you're going in against the three other top men in ICW. Only one baby is gonna come out as ICW champ, is it gonna be you?
Healius: Yeah, I think it is going to be me. You know why? Because I'm the best technical wrestler here in the ICW. I'm the EWA World Heavyweight Champion. I was the LAST ICW World Champ, and I'm going to be the NEXT. Vassago and Amalek, they're mighty scary, sure. But they have no teamwork...they're going to eliminate themselves. Andrew Leigh, my former tag team partner. You know, I have no problem with you, really. But tonight, if it comes down to just me and you, well all bets are off, and you and I are going to give the fans a hell of a match. Tonight is the night. Healius becomes the first ever ICW/EWA champion. Healius becomes the TRUE ICW Franchise. And I separate the 'men' from the 'boys'. And Myst...Lucas. I cried for you. I was saddened. I truely thought you were gone...I mean, I was your friend. Does our past friendship mean nothing, now? You came back...and you seemed to target me more than anyone. Well, tonight, I'm not going to be afraid of you...and I'm not going to pull punches. If you get invovled tonight, I'll take you out, too. And thats about all there is to it.
Healius walks off screen
Vitale: That was AWESOME, BABY!
Camera cuts to ringside
Ross: Folks, it's now time for the big one. It's main event time, here at RPM, and it is for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
Styles: Thats right JR, and these 4 men have endured a lot on this road to RolePlayMania. Healius, Amalek, Andrew Leigh, Vassago Arcturus. Tonight, one will be crowned ICW World Heavyweight Champ, and three men will go home empty-handed.
Soprano: I dont know about youse guys, but I tink dis one right here is gonna be a ball buster!
Ross: Perhaps. Let's take a look, and see how these four men wound up here:
A film rolls, and we see the comeback show for ICW. We see the pyro go off,
signalling the arrival of the new ICW. "The Ecstacy of Gold" by the San Francisco Orchestra plays, as we see ScottiePP7 announcing that there will be a 4-way match tournament to determine the men to be involved in the main event at RolePlayMania. We see Healius win his 4-way match, claiming the first spot at RPM. Later that evening, we see Vassago Arcturus claim the next spot. The next show, Mayhem, shows Amalek win his 4-way match, and securing him in the main event at RPM. Finally, on the next Inferno, we see Andrew Leigh claim the fourth and final spot at RPM.
Then clips are shown of all 4 men brawling all together, with each other, etc. We see Vassago attacking Healius and Andrew Leigh; we see Andrew Leigh attacking Healius, Amalek, and Vassago; We see Amalek attacking Andrew Leigh and Healius; And we see Healius attacking Vassago, Amalek, and Andrew Leigh. We see Vassago and Amalek teaming against the two, and we see Leigh and Healius teaming against the other two. We see Leigh and Healius shoving each other, we see Amalek and Vassago shoving each other. We see chairshots, wrestling holds, punches, kicks, slams, tables, everything possible.
Then, the music changes to "Alive" by Pearl Jam, and the picture changes to black and white.
We see MYST run out and attack Andrew Leigh, and Healius. The same Myst that seemingly perished just weeks earlier. Then, we see Myst, Vassago,and Amalek all standing together, in celebration. We see shots of Andrew Leigh, Healius, Vassago, Amalek, all before the film ends, with the RPM logo and the matchup screen.
Ross: Well, it's been quite a long ride...but we're finally here. RPM is upon us, and this is what it's all about.
Soprano: A month's culmination, ey?
Styles: No, it's more like 6 months of culmination. ICW is back, and we certainly mean business.
Ross: Indubitably, Joey. And let's take care of this piece of business. Let's flash back to RolePlayMania, March 2000. ICW's grand-daddy of them all. Take a look!
Highlights of RolePlayMania are shown...but, no one remembers any matches that were held, except for the main event, Vassago Saevita vs. Dave Dudley, for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
In that match, Vassago came in as the champion, winning the belt at Insane Rumble I. Dave Dudley fought Wickit to earn the shot at RPM, and Dudley walked in as a fan favorite. In what turned out to be one of the greatest matches in ICW history, Vassago came out on top. Vassago would go on to relinquish the belt to Dave Dudley. Dudley went on to reign as one of the greatest ICW Champs of all time. Tonight, Vassago attempts to get that belt back.
Soprano: Ey...if Vassago hadnt gave up the belt...the sucker could still have it!
Ross: That is a good point, Tony.
Soprano: Ey, it's TON-NNY!
R Ton-nny, Vassago was a dominant champion...hell, I dont think he was ever beat during his first run in ICW.
Styles: Thats right. Some of you may know, Vassago was born, when Pyro, a former ICW superstar, was put into a coma by a man who competed here tonight, Tommy Jacobs. Jacobs used Dave Dudley's barbed-wire steel chair to do it, no less!
Ross: Hell, some might even say, Pyro's last thought was "Dave Dudley is attacking me."
Soprano: Ey, none of dat matters now. Vassago is here, and the rest of the tree guys in the main event are queer.
Styles: Mr. Soprano...I think you just made a haiku.
Soprano: Scorpion Shaikukakkalakkapoop what?
Ross: Now, dont count out everyone. Healius, as we just saw, looks pretty damn determined. Amalek, we've seen what he can do. And then theres Andrew Leigh, the wildcard. Former LWN World Champion. Andrew Leigh has really proven himself, in ICW this time around. Gone are the crazy gimmicks. He is Andrew Leigh, and he's the jaded e-fed Icon. But tonight, I'm not going to make a prediction. I'm going to remain impartial, as it is my duty as a broad-
Styles: Screw that, my pick is my old buddy, Y2A. Yes, Andrew Leigh. You know, even though he wouldnt give me the time of day in LWN, I'm still going with him...he's just the most talented.
Soprano: Yeah, and I'll bust all your balls by going with none other than my made man, Vassago Arcturus. He's just fuckin' the shit. He's gonna crush all those mammalukes right there in the ring tonight.
Ross: Well, like I said earlier, dont count out Healius or Amalek. Both former ICW champions will probably have a few tricks up their sleeves...
The camera cuts to the ring, where we see ring announcer Howard Finkel standing in the center of the ring.
Howard Finkel: And now, let me introduce to you, our special GUEST ring announcer, for the main event!
The crowd pops, and they dont even know who the guest announcer is!
Styles: Oh, this should be good.
Ross: Yeah, I hope so, what do you expect from the mind of DL Glaze?
"Ooops...I did it again" hits, and out comes none other than James Lmo! The crowd goes nuts!...mostly in laughter
Ross: Haha, I cant believe it. Emcee Elmo, here tonight.
Styles: YEAH! HE FOUNDED ICW, HE'S THE REAL BOSS!
Soprano: What the shit? I thought he was some sesame street guy.
Lmo walks down, dressed in a tuxedo...the fans boo him as he passes them by, on the ScottieTRON is a picture of none other than FATTY!
Lmo climbs into the ring, and grabs the mic from The Fink.
L-Mo: Thank you there, Howie.
The Fink gives Lmo a dirty look
L-Mo: Whats up, CINCINNATI?
The crowd gets all silent for a moment...and they all respond with WHAT THE HELL? Then, they boo.
L-Mo: What is wrong with you Cincinnatians?
An "ASSHOLE" chant starts up for James.
L-Mo: Anyway, last time I was in Cincinnati, it was nice...but this time, it looks like a bomb hit it. What a shit-hole. Almost reminds me of Philadelphia.
The crowd boos the heaviliest of the night...
Ross: Oh for gods sakes...
L-Mo: Anyway, you smelly people need to be more respectful. Yes, It feels GOOD to be back in MY company!
More booing
L-Mo: Yes, it is my company. I started it. Nyah! I'm the real prez. I appointed ScottiePP7! I'm HIS boss! Hahaha!
The crowd laughs
L-Mo: Yeah, you're right...I'm full of it. I work at Wendy's now...and Scottie thought it would be funny if I came back to do this skit. BUT NOW THAT I'M BACK, I'M TAKING OVER!!!!!!!!!
Crickets chirp
L-Mo: Yeah...I'm lying again. The truth is, Dave Dudley owns me. L-MoDave Dudley. I know all you great fans want me to return to wrestling.
Boo!
Styles: YEAH! RETURN TO WRESTLING!
Ross: Shut up.
Soprano: Ha!
L-Mo: I got offered a contract to wrestle in EWA as Clockwork L. They need a real champion...and CLOCKWORK L IS THE REAL CHAMP!!! AM I WRONG?
Crowd says 'yes'
L-Mo: Damn. Well, maybe I'll return to wrestling...here in ICW...or something...once I get ungrounded. I can be in the "Worlds biggest Efed flakes" faction, with Hey Kid, Really Crazy, Lone Wolf, Smackdown, and ITR. Yeah...thats what I'll do.
Howard Finkel is heard yelling:
Howard Finkel: Damnit, just announce the people and leave, you stupid son of a-
L-Mo: Ok, ok, ok. Lets see...where is the dumb card...ah yeah, right here in my pocket, along with my 23 cents, bent up paper clip, and lint.
Ross: Ugh.
L-Mo: The following contest, is for the ICW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, AND IT IS A 4-WAY MATCH!
The crowd pops!
L-Mo: In this match, eliminations occur by pinfall, submission, or being thrown OVER the top rope. There is no disqualification. No count-out. Pinfall, submission, or going OVER the top rope is the only way eliminations happen. The last man remaining, will be the undisputed ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
Ross: Damn straight!
the crowd is still cheering preeeety loud.
L-Mo: And now...your damn participants. {grumbles} I should be in this match.
The lights go dim, and a blood red light covers the ring.
Ross: Ut-oh.
Suddenly, each side of the ramp becomes engulfed in a stream of flame.
L-Mo: Introducing first...
"SuperNova Goes Pop" by Powerman 5000 hits the Pa, as the crowd gives off a LOUD mixed reaction.
Three pillars of flame pyro shoot up from the stage, and out walks Lilith. Behind her, Vassago Arcturus. Vassago stops on the stage, and crosses his arms. He then begins to walk, with Lilith behind him.
Ross: I heard that Lilith strongly suggested that she come to ringside with Vassago tonight! Usually, she leaves the ringside area.
Styles: Well, this match is going to be very emotional...Lilith probably just wants to see it firsthand.
Ross: Yeah, that witch wants to get involved!
Soprano: I should bring Carmella to ringside with me. Hell, I bring the bat to counseling! Dr. Melfi says its good. So I-a say it good too.
Ross: Speaking of which, did you know your wife saw another pyschiat-
Styles: How about that Vassago, wow he's intimidating! {Whispers to JR} Ixnay on the crazy-wife-ay!
Vassago stands in the ring...Lilith proceeds to take his coat, and his glasses. Vassago raises his arms in the air...and brings them down, with it, pillars of flame from each turnbuckle, a-la Kane.
Ross: AHH, THATS HOT!
Styles: JR, you dont need to sell the pyro.
Soprano: I think dat fire shit singed my forehead.
Vassago paces around the ring, as Lilith hands his coat and glasses to the ring attendant, and then begins to rub his shoulders, and talking to him, possibly talking strategy.
L-Mo: And his opponent...
"Lounge Fly" by the Stone Temple Pilots hits, and the fans go nuts for the "Jaded E-Fed Icon", Andrew Leigh. Leigh comes out, and sticks his arms out, much like Raven. The fans give Leigh a very nice reaction.
Ross: Here comes Leigh...guys, Leigh could very well come out of RPM as the ICW champ.
Styles: If he doesnt get too cocky, yes. That is his weak point...his arrogance. Is his arrogance justified, though? Well we'll see tonight.
Soprano: Yuuuup.
Leigh slides into the ring, and stands on the second rope, raising his arm in the air to the crowd. He goes to the other side of the ring, and does the same, then he bounces around and somewhat warms up.
L-Mo: And next...
The arena turns blue, much like it does for The Rock, and The Who's "Sparks" hits the soundsystem, as Healius walks out to a decent response from the crowd.
Healius stands on the ramp, and looks straight down at the ring. He then looks around at the crowd, and kind of hops for the first few steps, and walks down the ramp. He walks slowly, and when he reaches the fans, he stands and looks at their signs. He makes his way into the ring, where he goes to the turnbuckle to pose. He makes his way to every turnbuckle, as Vassago exits the ring, and stands on the outside, as he and Lilith eye the competition.
Ross: Healius looking quite confident. And Leigh too, look at him standing in that corner, not moving for Healius.
Soprano: No respect. He needs to get out of the way for the paisan. No respect, I tellya.
Styles: Leigh and Healius could get it on before the match even starts!
Ross: No, look, Healius just turned right around and went to the other corner...this is intense!
L-Mo: And finally...
The arena once again goes black, as "Everything Sucks" by Dope hits the PA, and the lights come back on, somewhat dim, and we see The Third And Final Beast Amalek come out, accompanied by Cleo.
Amalek stops on the stage, and smiles...he then motions for Cleo to go ahead, and she walks out in front of him, as he trails behind. The crowd boos for the arrival of the couple...and as Amalek makes his way down the ramp, many of the fans flip him off, and spout obscenities at Cleo.
Ross: Well, everyone is here...this is going to be a great match!
Styles: Well it better be, you expect these people to pay 34.95 for crap?
Ross: Yes.
Styles: Bah, I forgot, you're from the WWF.
Soprano: HBO only costs 15 bucks a month.
Styles: Really?
Soprano: Yup, and you get da great shows like The Sopranos, Oz, Real Sex, Sex and the City, Shock TV, Real Sex, Shock TV, Real Sex, Shock TV.
Ross: Yeah, I have HBO. It's eXXXcellent.
Styles: Wow, I need to get HBO!
Soprano: Call yer local cable or satellite operator TODAY!
Ross: Wait...we're on live television right now. And it's RPM. Who cares about HBO?
Soprano: EYYY!
Ross: Sorry, HBO rules. Anyhow, all 4 men are here, the match should soon be underway!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeemcee Elmo leaves the ringside area, as Amalek climbs into the ring. People throw their drinks at poor James...
Amalek enters, but Cleo stays on the outside. Amalek takes a corner, as Leigh and Healius have. Vassago, after a moment, enters the ring, and takes the other corner. The referee, stands in the center of the ring.
Ross: This, folks, is what it's all about. It doesnt get any bigger than this.
Styles: The ICW World Heavyweight Title at stake here, oh my what an atmosphere!
Soprano: Yeah, it is kinda humid in 'ere.
Ding, Ding
The bell sounds, and the match is underway!
Ross: Here we go!
the four men pace around for a few moments...it's almost as if they rotate their corners, that they were standing in a few times. Then, they finally go at each other, Vassago going after Healius, and Leigh going after Amalek.
Vassago pushes Healius back into the corner, and begins to go to work on him with a flurry of punches. Vassago focuses on Healius' midsection, hitting him with ruthless lefts and rights. Vassago rears back for a big punch to the face, but Healius grabs Vassago by the head, and throws him into the turnbuckle, 'trading places', so-to-speak. Healius hits Vassago with numerous right jabs to the side of his face. Vassago slumps down in the corner, and Healius begins to choke him with his boot.
Meanwhile, Leigh and Amalek are engaged in the collar-elbow tieup. Amalek and Leigh jock for position, and Leigh slaps on a textbook armbar. Leigh winds Amalek's arm up, and pulls him towards himself, knocking Amalek down with a short-arm clothesline! Amalek stands right back up, and Leigh catches him with an armdrag, locking in another armbar in the process. Amalek reaches for the ropes, and he grabs them, forcing the ref to tell Leigh to relinquish the hold. Leigh obliges, and picks Amalek up, whipping him into the ropes. Leigh attempts a clothesline, but Amalek ducks. Amalek, on the rebound, knocks Leigh down with a shoulder block, grabbing his shoulder in pain, in the process. Amalek sucks it up, and runs back into the ropes, and hops over Leigh, who is down, and runs into the other side of the ropes. Leigh gets up, and upon Amalek's rebound, leap-frogs him. Leigh turns around, as Amalek bounces off the ropes again, and hits him with a big dropkick!
Ross: Oh, what a scintillating dropkick!
Styles: Look, the force of the dropkick, it rocked Amalek!
Amalek falls back into the ropes, and starts to flip over them. He holds on, though, and manages to flip himself back into the ring. Leigh charges at him, but Amalek greets him with a kick to the gut. Amalek holds on to the ropes, and begins to walk along them. Leigh grabs Amalek in a waistlock, and takes him down...with a...uh...waistlock take down. Amalek, now on his stomach, gets paintbrushed by Leigh, who swats at the back of his head, toying with him. Leigh gets up, as Amalek starts to get up, angrily. Leigh isnt playing, though, as he kicks Amalek in the ribs, and Amalek's ascension is halted. Amalek, who is on his hands and knees, is now open to Leigh's legdrop to the back of Amaleks' head! Amalek hits face first into the canvas. Leigh rolls Amalek over, and issues a beating with some mounted punches.
Styles: Looks like Andrew is trying to bust the beast open!
Meanwhile, Vassago and Healius have engaged in some more fisticuffs. It's turned into a basic boxing match, as Healius and Vassago trade blows. Finally, Vassago knees Healius in the gut, and takes him down with a...headlock take down. Vassago then delivers a HHH-style knee drop, and attempts a cover as Healius grasps at his face in pain...
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Kickout, by Healius!
Vassago delivers an elbow drop, and follows it up with a wicked leg drop! Vassago attempts another cover-
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Kickout, by Healius!
Vassago, starting to get frustrated, picks Healius back up, and kicks him. He runs into the ropes, bounces back, and flies at Healius with a Face Breaker Kick! Healius goes down!
Ross: What a kick!
Soprano: A MAFIA kick! Err..that is to say...a good kick.
Styles: Note to self: Bring a tape recorder to shows I work with Tony.
Vassago picks Healius back up, and whips him into the ropes once again. Vassago attempts a clothesline, but Healius counters, SAXA BOTTOM!
Ross: Oh my! Saxa Bottom, Saxa Bottom!
Styles: Vassago is down!!
Healius cant quite capitalize as, he is slow to make the cover...
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Kickout, by Vassago!
Vassago gets up, before Healius does, and kicks him in the gut. Vassago sets him up, STIGMATA, a brutal crucifix powerbomb. Vassago steps back, and slouches on the ropes, somewhat dazzled from the Saxa Bottom.
Meanwhile, Leigh has Amalek, and he's trying to throw him over the top rope. Leigh struggles, but Amalek still wont give. Leigh gives up, and begins to hammer Amalek in the back with forearm clubs. Vassago, steps over and hits Leigh in the back with a double axe-handle. Leigh slumps to one knee, as Vassago hits him again. Vassago then picks him up, and starts to try to throw Leigh over the top rope! Amalek, who is getting up, now helps Vassago!
Ross: Oh no, they're going to try to eliminate Leigh!
At the same time, Healius, groggy, rolls out of the ring. He comes over towards the announce position, and grabs the timekeepers chair. He slides into the ring, and hits Amalek in the back with the chair!
At the same time, Andrew Leigh goes over the top rope!!!
Ross: Ah, what a chairsh- wait, Andrew Leigh is out!!!
Styles: Damnit!!
Soprano: Der he goes, look!
But no! Leigh hangs on, and slides in under the bottom rope. Healius then hits Vassago in the skull with a BRUTAL chairshot, as he turns around.
Styles: OH MY GOD!
But Vassago doesnt go down, oh no. Healius tries it again, and Vassago gets wobbly. The chair, all bent out of shape, is dropped by Healius. Healius kicks Vassago in the gut, and locks him up, in a pedigree type hold!
Ross: He's going for it!!
Healius hits The Enlightenment on Vassago, ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
Styles: It's over for Vassago, right here!
Healius makes the cover...
But is thrown off by Leigh, who makes the cover!
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Kickout at the last second by Vassago!
Leigh gets up, and Healius shoves him. Leigh shoves Healius back. Healius stares at the mat...and shoves Leigh back! Leigh tackles Healius, and the two engage in a brawl!!
Styles: Catfight! CAAAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!
Soprano: Bada BING!
Healius and Leigh roll around, and finally roll to the outside, as they continue their brawl.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Vassago tells Amalek to get up, so they can go after Leigh and Healius. Amalek shoves Vassago, and points down at the mat.
Ross: Whoa now, whats this?
Styles: I cant hear what they're saying...
Soprano: I can read lips! Amalek's saying the belt is his, he's not going anywhere, purple gorilla dishwasher....or something.
Vassago shoves Amalek back, as Amalek attempts a Superkick on Vassago, but it is avoided, as Vassago sidesteps. As Amalek turns around, he is hit with a fierce roundhouse kick to the face by Vassago!
Ross: The Unholy Alliance is breaking down, here!!
Amalek gets up and he and Vassago engage in combat. Vassago unleashes some punches, and kicks on Amalek, as Amalek gets rocked back into the ropes. Vassago lets a spinning kick fly, but Amalek ducks! Vassago gets turned around by the kick, and as he is turned around, Amalek locks in THE CALL OF AZREAL!!!
Ross: Thats it, thats it, thats it!!
Styles: Why do you always say things two or three times?
Vassago struggles to break free of the hold, as Lilith and Cleo enter the ring. Lilith immediately goes after Amalek, clawing at his eyes, and face, causing him to release the hold. Cleo sees this, and comes over to Lilith and slaps her in the face!
Ross: Ohhhh MY!
Styles: CAAAAAAAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!
Lilith spears Cleo, and begins to swat away at her, as the two roll around the mat. Cleo's skirt rides up and we see her naked ass!
Styles:b] NO PANTIES, NO PANTIES, NO PANTIES![/b]
Ross: Werent you just bitching about-eh, nevermind.
Soprano: DADDY LIKE!!
Vassago and Amalek pull their respective women off of each other, and send them out of the ring.
During this, Leigh and Healius are brawling at the end of the ramp. Leigh sends Healius into the guardrail, where a rather large obese woman rubs his head. Healius walks out, and Leigh tries whipping him into the other side of the guard rail, but Healius reverses it, and Leigh goes into the steel!
Back in the ring, Vassago and Amalek are standing off, staring at each other...they utter a few words, and it appears as if they're going to resume fighting...but no, they shake hands!
Ross: Ugh, look at that!
Styles: I told you they'd be united throughout the whole match!
Soprano: Ey, blood IS thicker den water.
Ross: But...they're not related.
Soprano: I know.
Ross: So then why did you say that?
Soprano: Huh?
As Vassago and Amalek begin to make their way out of the ring to go after Leigh and Healius, the arena lights go dim.
Ross: What the hell.
Styles: What the fuck?
Soprano: WHAT THE SHIT, WHY DOES THE LIGHTS KEEP GOIN OUT, I GOT A FUCKIN HEART PROBLEM OVA HERE NOW, I'M GONNA HAVE A FUCKIN STROKE, FUCK!!!
The crowd hushes, as "Timelessness" by Fear Factory hits the PA...and out walks... MYST.
Ross: Oh god, it's Myst, it's Myst!! Vassago and Amalek's mindless zombie!
Styles: Healius and Leigh are finished.
Soprano: FUCKIN LIGHTS!! SON OF A FUCK!
Myst walks down the aisle, slowly, as Leigh, Healius, both stare at him. Amalek and Vassago seem somewhat shocked at first, but then delighted.
The fans boo Myst's arrival, as Myst walks down to Leigh and Healius, at the bottom of the ramp. Healius steps right out in front of Myst, blocking his path. Healius motions for Myst to "bring it".
Ross: Healius must have a deathwish!
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKIN LIGHTS!
Myst stares at Healius for a moment...and pushes him aside!!
Ross: What?
Myst also pushes Leigh aside, as well!
Styles: Whats going on here?
Myst charges towards the ring, and climbs up on the apron, entering the ring. He stands there as Amalek and Vassago glance at each other.
Ross: Tony, what are they saying?
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKINNNNNNNNN LIGHTS!
Myst delivers a huge punch to Amalek!!! Another huge punch to Vassago!!!
Myst whips Vassago into the ropes, CLOTHESLINE! Myst kicks Amalek, picks him up, CHOKE-SLAM! Vassago gets up, Myst nails him down with a big boot! Amalek gets up...Myst charges at him with a Test-like boot! BOOM! He hits Amalek right in the face, and Amalek goes tumbling over the top rope!!
Amalek falls right on his face!
Ross: OH GOD, OH GOD, MYST HAS JUST ELIMINATED AMALEK!
Styles: Oh my GOD, MYST HAS BETRAYED AMALEK AND VASSAGO?
Soprano: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
Eliminated, Amalek
Amalek gets up, and begins to head towards the back. He grabs Cleo and they begin to scuttle away. Myst climbs out of the ring, and pursues Amalek up the ramp, once again passing Healius and Leigh by, barely noticing them. Amalek heads out of the curtains, as Cleo, in her high-heels, is nowhere near as fast as he. Myst catches up with her, and grabs her by the throat!
Ross: No, he wouldnt!!
Styles: DO IT!!!!!
Soprano: DO IT!!!!!!!!!
Myst yells, as he lifts Cleo up with one arm. Amalek sticks his head out of the curtain, and Myst drops Cleo. Myst then heads to the back, and Cleo comes running behind Myst.
Ross: Now what the hell was that? I thought Myst, Vassago, and Amalek were all on the same page!
Styles: It appears Myst had a change of heart?
Soprano: I tell ya, no respect. I mean dey brought back Myst from the depts of deaf. He oughta show some gratitude!
Leigh and Healius glance at each other, looking confused. Then they glance at the ring, where they see Vassago laying in the middle, apparently unconcious.
The two immediatly do the mad dash to the ring, sprinting, and fighting along the way. Leigh makes it into the ring, but Healius pulls him out. Healius slides in, and makes the cover on Vassago:
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Kickout, by Vassago!
Leigh climbs into the ring, as he takes Healius down by the legs...in a double leg takedown. He flips him over, into a boston-crab type move.
Ross: Oooh, Ahh, it hurts!
Styles: Wait, thats a liontamer, it's ARMAGEDDON!! Healius will tap out!
Healius struggles for the ropes, as Leigh cranks on the hold, tighter, and tighter.
Vassago gets to his feet, and kicks Leigh in the side of the head, causing him to break the hold. Leigh, wobbly, gets up as Vassago attempts to hook Leigh up in a dragon/reverse suplex!
Ross: Oh no...Vassago might be going for The Apocalypse!
Vassago lifts Leigh up, and flips him back, but Leigh flips right out of it!! He turns Vassago around, kicks him in the gut, hooks him up, DECAL BRAINBUSTER! Vassago is OUT!
Ross: Thats it, thats it!
Styles: The Decal Brainbuster, havent seen that in a LONG time!
Soprano: Eh, you could get the same effect by pistol-whipping a guy.
Leigh makes the cover on Vassago!
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2...
KICKOUT, BY VASSAGO!
Meanwhile, we see Lilith pick up the chair used earlier by Healius.
Leigh gets up, as does Healius, and Leigh stumbles right into a SHATTERED DREAMS TOMBSTONE! Leigh goes down, Healius makes the cover-
1...
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Vassago breaks the count up!!
Ross: Now why the hell did he do that?
Styles: He must want Leigh for himself!
Healius gets up, angered, and turns around to meet Lilith, who has hopped up onto the apron, and hits Healius with a vile chairshot the SKULL!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!
Healius goes down, as Lilith enters the ring.
Ross: Damnit, I told you all she was going to get involved.
Soprano: Just like Carmella. Always getting involved in my affairs.
Styles: Oh? Like your {click} MAFIA affairs?
Soprano: No, my marital affairs...you know, wit da strippers.
Lilith enters the ring, and goes to work on Healius with the steel chair!
Ross: Damn, can she swing that chair!
Styles: Yeah, for a woman.
Ross: Joey! Are you sexist?
Styles: Yup.
Ross: Oh...okay.
Lilith slams the chair all over Healius' body, and then she goes to work on Andrew Leigh, too!
Lilith is working over both men, almost sadistically! Vassago gets to his feet, and tells Lilith to stop. She doesnt. He tries pulling her away, she turns to him and yells, and attempts to go back for some more. Finally, Vassago takes the chair away from her. Lilith gets furious!
Ross: I think business is about to pick up, here!
Styles: Tony, what are they saying?
Soprano: Vassago is telling her that beating them like this isnt very honorable...she just said fuck honor, lets kick their ass. And he says...no...and now shes yelling at him!
Ross: At least Vassago is showing some decency right here!
Vassago takes the chair and slides it out of the ring. Meanwhile, Leigh and Healius are starting to get to their feet...
Lilith steps past Vassago, and walks through the ropes, and stands on the apron. Vassago and her trade a few more words, and then she SLAPS VASSAGO LIKE A BITCH!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Ross: LILITH JUST SLAPPED VASSAGO, LILITH JUST SLAPPED VASSAGO!
Soprano: BADA-BOOM!
Vassago grabs his face, as Lilith hops off the apron, and begins to head towards the back.
Vassago turns around to meet a double clothesline from Healius and Andrew Leigh!
Healius kicks at Vassago, as Leigh starts to climb the turnbuckle. Healius picks Vassago up, and hoists him up in the air, in an outsiders-edge crucifix type move. Leigh stands at the top, as Healius begins to hoist Vassago down! Leigh flies off and hits a legdrop halfway down!! Vassago goes crashing into the mat, with Leigh getting more impact with the legdrop!
Ross: OH MY!!
Styles: Healius and Leigh just hit SOUTHERN COMFORT!!! That was the Southern Strain's finishing move!!
Soprano: MAMA-MIA!
Vassago is down!! Healius hooks one leg, Leigh hooks the other!
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3!!!!!
Eliminated, Vassago Arcturus
Leigh and Healius both get off of Vassago, as he starts to roll around.
Ross: Leigh and Healius, with teamwork, eliminated Vassago! Amazing!
Styles: Yeah, and Lilith...whats her deal?
Soprano: If she did dat to me, I'd have her whacked.
Vassago rolls out of the ring...and slowly heads to the back.
Leigh, and Healius, the final two men in this 4-way match for the ICW World Heavyweight Title, stare each other down, in the center of the ring.
Ross: Leigh, Healius...the final two men, in this 4-way match for the ICW World Heavyweight Title, are staring each other down in the center of the ring.
I just said that, CRETIN!
Styles: Master of the obvious, JR...you could use a crystal ball.
Soprano: Hah, good one Jo-wee S.
As Leigh and Healius stare each other down...
"The Bond Theme" hits.
Ross: Oh for the love of god...not again.
ICW President ScottiePP7 makes his way down the aisle, microphone in hand, as the fans boo hellaciously.
ScottiePP7: Hold up! Hollllllld up. I think, that I should come down here, and get a little closer to the action. Yeah, thats what I'll do...
PP7 enters the ring
ScottiePP7: Because you see, I'm ScottiePP7, damnit, and my ppv happens how I want it to, DAMNIT! You understand me? DO YO-
Scottie is cut off by Healius and Leigh both punching him simulataneously, and knocking him down.
Ross: Alright!!!
Healius grabs the steel chair, as Leigh props up PP7. BOOM, STEEL CHAIR RIGHT INTO THE SKULL OF THE BOSS! Leigh grabs the chair, CHAIR TO THE BACK OF PP7! They both kick PP7 to the outside, where he squirms in pain.
Styles: OH MY GOD!!
Soprano: No respect, I tellya.
Ross: He deserved it, after all the travesties he caused tonight!
The crowd goes nuts at the sight of ScottiePP7 getting beat down. But Healius turns his back on Leigh, and Leigh hits Healius in the back with the chair!!
Healius goes down, as Leigh makes the cover-
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Kickout by Healius!
Ross: Ohh, Leigh was THAT close to being ICW World Champion!
Healius rolls to the outside, as Leigh follows.
Healius kicks at Leigh, as Leigh dodges, and comes at Healius with a right hook. Healius counters with a drop-toe hold! Leigh's chin goes right into the edge of the American announce table!
Ross: GOOD LORD!
Leigh, slumped over the front of the table, walks foward a little, and leans over on the Spanish announce table, where El Bastarde and Jose Ramirez are calling the action. Healius walks up behind Leigh, GOODNIGHT NURSE! Enziguri to the back of the head! Leigh flops on the spanish announce table.
Ross: My GOD!
Styles: GOOD NIGHT!
Ross: Who are you, Scott Hudson?
Healius climbs onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle,sitting on the top rope facing out towards the announce table.
Styles: I think the mexicans are in for some trouble...
Soprano: Dey bedder run for the border!
At this time we listen in on the spanish commentary
Jose Ramirez: Chupa mi pinga!
El Bastarde: Eeese tonto. Muy aburrido.
Jose Ramirez: Que? Hee-lee-us? Que?
El Bastarde: Eeets a trap!
Jose Ramirez: Que?
El Bastarde: Move EEET!
Jose Ramirez: ...que?
El Bastarde: SHEEET, SHEEET , SHEEET!
Healius flies off the turnbuckle with a legdrop! Leigh moves out of the way!!! Healius goes crashing through the spanish announce table, taking out Bastarde and Ramirez!
Ross: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Soprano: OH GOD!!! BOOK TWO
Leigh gets up, and picks Healius up. He throws Healius back into the ring, and goes in after him. Leigh drags Healius to the center of the ring, and makes a pin!
1...
2...
Kickout, by Healius.
Leigh picks Healius up, and locks his arms in a double underhook position. He lifts Healius up, but Healius wiggles free.
Styles: Leigh was going for Evolving The Light!
Healius flips out, lands on his feet. Leigh turns around, right into a Roman Collar from Healius!
Ross: Ohhh what a neckbreaker!
Styles: It was a Twist of Fate, I mean jeez. The people who use that move, it's not like they're in the WWF or anything...
Soprano: Yeah dey are, they're the Hardees.
Styles: Sarcasm, you CRETIN!
Soprano: Ey. EY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, CAPESH?
Styles: Yes sir.
Healius makes the cover on Leigh!
1...
2...
KICKOUT, by Leigh!
Ross: Leigh kicked out, Leigh kicked out!
Styles: Calm down, JR!
Ross: I'm really impressed with Andrew Leigh, here tonight!
Healius picks Leigh up, and whips him into the ropes. He catches him, SAXA BOTTOM! Healius makes the cover-
1...
2...
Healius picks Leigh up! He's not through with him yet!
Ross: Oh come on, Healius is just showboating now. He knows he has Andrew Leigh finished...why doesnt he just get it over with?
Styles: Healius is a competitor! He wants to make an impact here at the biggest spectacular in sports entertainment!
Soprano: Ey, Healius aint dat bad of a guy...he could get made, definetly.
Healius picks up Leigh...Leigh looks pretty wobbly...pretty groggy. Healius kicks the bent-up chair that has been used throughout the match, over to place it right by his feet. He kicks Leigh in the gut, and sets him up for a double-underhook.
Ross: Oh no! Healius is going for The Enlightenment on the chair!! No, damnit, no!
Styles: Healius is sending a message, I guess...and these fans are loving every second of this main event here at RolePlayMania II!
Healius looks around, and smiles...he gets ready to deliver the pedigree on Leigh!
Leigh flips backwards, though, and Healius flips over Leigh! Their arms are still locked, however, but Leigh spins around, and now Leigh has the double underhook!
Ross: What...what??
Leigh spins around, so the chair is in front of him. He lifts Healius up into the air with the double underhook...and DOWN FACE FIRST, RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!
Styles: EVOLVING THE LIGHT, EVOLVING THE LIGHT!!
Soprano: BADA-BANG!!!!!
Ross: Thats it, it's over, Leigh is the new champ!
Leigh makes the cover!!
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2...
HEALIUS KICKS OUT!!! the crowd goes nuts!
Ross: GOOD LORD!!!
Styles: OH MY GOD!!!
Leigh cant believe it! Healius is laying face first on the canvas, now. Leigh kicks Healius in the side, and then goes to his feet, locking on a reverse indian deathlock. He bridges back, to put on a reverse crossface, it's a reverse STF!
Styles: REALMS OF PAIN!!! REALMS OF PAIN!!!
Soprano: Thats one spicy...REVERSE STF!!
Ross: Oh lord!! OH LORD!! WILL HEALIUS TAP?
Leigh cranks on the hold, pulling at Healius' neck with the crossface, as his legs are being mangled by the indian deathlock! Healius tries to break free, but he cant. He tries to move towards the ropes...
Ross: Healius is nowhere near the ropes! He cant move! HE CANT MOVE!
Leigh screams as he pulls at Healius' neck more. Healius screams in pain, as the referee asks him if he wants to quit.
Healius mumbles something...
The referee asks him if he wants to quit again, and Healius mumbles, arms flailing. Finally, Healius' arms hit the mat...
AND HE TAPS OUT!!
The crowd goes wild as the bell rings, and Leigh releases the hold!
Ross: What? HEALIUS TAPPED OUT, HEALIUS TAPPED OUT!!
Styles: ANDREW LEIGH WINS!!!
Soprano: HOLY MACARONI!!
Ross: Leigh is the new champion! LEIGH, LEIGH, LEIGH!!
Winner, and NEW ICW World Heavyweight Champion, Andrew Leigh
Ross: I cant believe it!!! Healius...he tapped out to the Realms of Pain!
Styles: This is incredible!!! Leigh wins his first ICW World Heavyweight championship!!
"Lounge Fly" hits once again
Soprano: Whata contendor.
Ross: Leigh endured 3...no no Leigh endured a total of 15 men to win this belt!!! He just went through a WAR!!
Leigh gets up, and smiling, is handed the brand new Insane Championship Wrestling Heavyweight Title belt. Leigh takes it and holds it up, as the crowd goes nuts!
Ross: Andrew Leigh...the Jaded Efed Icon...came into Philadelphia Pennsylvania...came into RolePlayMania II...and came out, a champion!
Styles: He earned it! Andrew Leigh is the undisputed ICW World Champ!
Soprano: FUHGEDDABOUDIT!
Healius sits on the mat, with his hands on his head, in disbelief.
Andrew Leigh goes to the turnbuckles, and shows off his newly one belt to the crowd, as they take pictures, and cheer their hearts out.
Ross: Andrew Leigh gave his heart and soul in this match, and came out the ICW Champion!
Leigh takes his belt, and slides out of the ring...
He heads up the ramp, and he turns around, holding the belt up, and pointing to all the fans.
Ross: Folks, we are out of time here at RolePlayMania!! The New ICW Champion, Andrew Leigh! What a RPM! For Tony Soprano, and Joey Styles, this is Jim Ross, saying so long, from Philadelphia!!
The last shot we see is of Leigh holding his belt up in the air, as he stands on the stage, basking in the glory of the fans' admiration...
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