Post by Dave Dangerously on Jul 31, 2008 14:25:50 GMT -6
"Spit" by Kittie plays, as we see highlights of the great ICW champions of the past, ending with ScottiePP7 holding up his ICW title.
ICW. The Pinnacle of Sports Entertainment.
Cut to the stage, where we see a throne. Next to it, a crown. Next, "Duel of the Fates" plays. The fans boo.
Jim Ross: Welcome everyone to Thursday, INSANE Thursday! I'm Jim Ross, and we're starting off tonight's show with, apparently, some Romulus Maximii action here!!!!
Confetti falls from the rafters, as The Gladiator, Centurius Maximus leads the way, with The Emperor, the self proclaimed Healius Maximus close behind.
JR: I wonder what these fools have planned. Folks, you've got to realize how much we're all in jeopardy here. These guys have staged a HOSTILE takeover of ICW.
The roman catholics enter the ring, as The Gladiator stands firm, a scowl can be seen from underneath his helmet, as The Emperor takes down the cowl on his robe, and grabs the microphone.
The Emperor: HEAR YE, HEAR YE. Oh, my brothers and sisters. A GLORIOUS DAY DAWNS for all of us. You've all been gifted with the chance to see history in the making.
the fans boo
The Emperor: You see, as I've always said...WE ARE IN CONTROL. Of ICW. Of you. OF THE WORLD!
The Gladiator looks around, as the fans boo immensely.
The Emperor: Now that I've taken out the riff-raff of Mr. Dangerously's establishment, Stoonky, and the ever lovely Eclypse. And now that I've signed the papers that give me IMMEDIATE TEMPORARY CONTROL of ICW...MY FIRST ACT...AS EMPEROR...
The fans boo, as suddenly, "Shipping Up To Boston" hits, and out comes The ICW World Heavyweight Champion, CUSTOMLY MADE, SCOTTIEPP7!!!! He comes out alongside Johnny Hook, and Ms. Clee Tarus. Hook wears a referee's shirt, as Clee Tarus holds the ICW title over her shoulder. The stand on the stage.
ScottiePP7: Seriously? SERIOUSLY?? Who writes this shit, Freddie Prinze Jr?
the fans boo
ScottiePP7: Listen, Healius, I've heard this same shit out of your mouth, for years. "EWWW I RAN EWA INTO THE GROUND, I'M A BIG FUCKING FAGGOT, I LIKE CHURCH AND BODYBUILDING AND PERFORMANCE ENHANCEMENT DRUGS, I'M A BIG FUCKING DICK."
The fans laugh
ScottiePP7: All you're ever going to be known for is as a JOBBER TO THE STARS, MAINLY ME, SCOTTIEPP7, DAMNIT. You don't know the FIRST thing about running an empire? ME? I'M GIVING AWAY FREE MONEY!!!!
The fans CHEER!
ScottiePP7: BUT NOT HERE IN SAN FRANCISCO!!!! WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Emperor: Young Scottie, young Scottie. You fail to realize the one and only true point here.
ScottiePP7: Yeah? What's that?
The Emperor: I have the power.
JR: POWER? WHAT?
ScottiePP7: POWER? POWER? You want to talk about POWER? Let's talk about power, let's talk about how single-handly everything I have done has been a success. Let's talk about how everything you ever done is long dead. Let's talk about how when I walk into a restaurant people snap out a table for me. Let's talk about how when you walk into a restaurant they pretend they are closed. Let's talk about what you used to be and what I am. I AM CUSTOM MADE. I AM SCOTTIEPP7 DAMNIT!!
The fans give a mixed reaction
The Emperor: Try as you might, but I've already won. See, Scottie...I'm better than you. And I always have been. And I don't need to PROVE it now. I've got this to PROVE it for me.
The Gladiator flexes his muscles
ScottiePP7: You can't fight your fights anymore? What, did old man Dudley beat you up too many times, and now you're old and frail?
The fans give a rise for Dudley
The Emperor: Dudley? DAVE Dudley? Come now, Scott. I was holding that man's face to the curb where the rest of you dogs MAKE YOUR BOWEL MOVEMENTS, before you were even a household name.
the fans boo.
The Emperor: Not to mention, our gracious "host", Mr. Dudley? Dave Dudley is BANNED from competing in ICW, and from SHOWING UP on any kind of ICW programming, or event. I've looked over the books. No stone goes unturned, I'm afraid. I've hired...well, should I say, CONVERTED, a special group of people to make sure he doesn't enter the building, after the events of last week. You need to be concerned with several different things, Mr. Custom Made. First off, your title is in jeopardy tonight, as you have a match. And if you get through that match, well, surely, My Gladiator here will pick your BONES FROM YOUR FLESH at Ultimatum.
And then you'll see, Scottie. You'll see that you and the rest of your Conglomerate, and the rest of ICW won't be able to stand a chance against us. AND LET IT BE HEARD, ON THIS DAY. ROMULUS MAXIMII ISSUES ICW IT'S VERY OWN...ULTIMATUM. LIVE UNDER OUR RULE...OR PERISH UNDER OUR FEET. YOU'RE WITH US OR AGAINST US, ICW. MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
The fans boo
The Emperor: Now, before I go back to my quarters, Scottie, your match tonight? It's next.
Scottie looks irate, as The Emperor smiles, before putting the robe back over his head. The Gladiator holds the ropes open for him, as the two exit the ring.
JR: THE WORLD TITLE IS ON THE LINE!!!! NEXT!!!!!!!!1
Commercial break:
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:08:03 PM): give me something funny to put in as a commercial for a ICW show
InTheRafters (9:08:32 PM): so, have you seen the "Head On: Apply Directly to Forehead" commercials?
InTheRafters (9:08:59 PM): write a parody one for like, jock itch.
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:29 PM): hmmm
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:33 PM): Cock On?
InTheRafters (9:09:39 PM): yeah, something like that
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:43 PM): hmm
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:47 PM): Gold, Jerry. GOLD!
Back to live TV, as ScottiePP7 awaits in the ring, as Johnny Hook and Clee Tarus wait on the outside.
JR: We're back folks, and we're awaiting the arrival of our challenger...
"Genesis" hits, as the arena goes black. Appearing on the stage, GENESIS! The fans cheer as he slowly, and calmly makes his way to the ring.
JR: Genesis has impressed me so far. He's advanced to the second round of the Hail to the King Tournament, and he's made a serious impact here in ICW, targeting all of the quote unquote "BAD GUYS" here in ICW, specifically, ScottiePP7.
Genesis enters the ring, as the referee holds the belt up.
The bell sounds, as Genesis lunges for PP7, but PP7 rolls out of the ring. PP7 turns towards the crowd, and points to his head, saying he's smart. GENESIS SPRINGBOARDS OVER THE TOP ROPE, PLANCHA ONTO PP7 ONTO THE FLOOR!
Hook immediately throws Genesis off of PP7, and the REFEREE INTERJECTS!
JR: GET HIM OUT OF HERE, REF!
THE REFEREE ORDERS JOHNNY HOOK TO LEAVE!
Genesis watches him leave, and as the referee is busy with escorting Hook off, PP7 LOW BLOWS GENESIS FROM BEHIND!!!!!!
Genesis turns around, as SCOTTIE GRABS THE ICW TITLE FROM MS. CLEE TARUS, AND CLOCKS GENESIS IN THE HEAD, OUT ON THE RINGSIDE AREA! GENESIS HITS THE FLOOR[/B]![/I]
JR: THAT'S CHEAP!!!! CHEAP I SAY!!!
Scottie slides into the ring, as the referee returns. He begins to administer the 10 count on Genesis.
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Genesis slides back into the ring. Scottie puts the boots to him!
JR: Scottie, the opportunist. He'll do anything to win, and he's proven it, time in and time out.
Scottie picks Genesis up, and whips him into the ropes...LOU THESZ PRESS! Scottie then makes the cover!
1...
2....
Kickout, by Genesis.
Scottie starts to work on the knee of Genesis, stomping away on the knee, and the ankle.
JR: Looks like Scottie is thinking that PATENTED figure-four leglock!
Scottie continues the punishment on Genesis' leg, as the fans boo. Scottie pulls Genesis into the middle of the ring, AND LOCKS ON THE FIGURE FOUR!!!!!!!
GENESIS WRITHES IN PAIN!
JR: HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN! BY GOD, LOOK AT THAT RING POSITIONING! COME ON, GENESIS! HANG IN THERE!!! THE CHAMP IS FIERCE!!!!!
The fans are off their feet, as they are rallying behind Genesis. He struggles to break free, but Scottie keeps putting the pressure on. Genesis' shoulders drop to the mat!
1.....
2.....
Genesis barely avoids getting counted for three. The pain is excruciating!
JR: THE PAIN...IT MUST BE EXCRUCIATING!!!!!!!
That's what I said, JR, but whatever. Go ahead and rip me off.
Scottie keeps applying the pressure, we see the sweat beading off of his chin!
The referee asks Genesis if he wants to quit!!!!!
JR: IS GENESIS GOING TO SUBMIT, HERE???
The referee continues to ask Genesis, Genesis holds his arm up in the air.....
and.........
he............
ta................
NO HE REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THE PRESSURE IS ON SCOTTIEPP7!!!!!!!!!!! The fans go wild, Ms. Clee Tarus looks BESIDE HERSELF!
JR: REVERSAL!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!! BY GOD WHAT A MATCH! WHAT. A. MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scottie has no choice but to let go. The damage may have been done, as Genesis crawls to a corner. Scottie gets up, and walks to another corner. Clee Tarus DISTRACTS THE REFEREE, AS SCOTTIE UNTIES THE TURNBUCKLE PAD!!!!!!
JR: WHAT THE HELL?? COME ON, REF!!!!!!
Scottie turns around, BUT FROM THE OTHER CORNER, ON ONE LEG, GENESIS HITS THE SUPERKICK!!!!!!
JR: ARCLIGHT, ARCLIGHT, ARCLIGHT!!!!!
GENESIS MAKES THE COVER, BUT THE REF IS STILL DISTRACTED!!!!!!!
HE FINALLY TURNS AROUND,
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2............
KICKOUT, BY SCOTTIEPP7!!!!!!!!
JR: GOOD LORD!!!!!!!! GENESIS WAS ALMOST THE NEW ICW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!
Genesis gets to his feet, as he hobbles, motioning for Scottie to get to his feet. SUDDENLY, JOHNNY HOOK RUNS DOWN, AND NAILS GENESIS IN THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!
The fans are BOOING WILDLY!
JR: NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!
Winner, by disqualification, Genesis
STILLLLLLLLLLLL ICW World Heavyweight Champion, ScottiePP7
The ref calls for the bell, as Hook hits Genesis in the back with the chair, as Genesis lays on the mat. Scottie motions for Clee Tarus to bring him another chair.
JR: NO! NOT THAT!!!!!! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!!!
Genesis is propped up on his knees, Hook and PP7 line him up........CONCHAIRTO!!!!!!!!! A STEEL CHAIR SANDWICH IS MADE WITH GENESIS' HEAD AS THE FILLING!!!!!!
Who writes this shit, Freddie Prinze Jr?
JR: NO! NO! WHAT. THE. HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Genesis falls face first to the mat, as Scottie picks up the ICW and the Conglomerate celebrates in victory.
JR: WHY DIDN'T ANYONE COME TO GENESIS' AID??? WHAT THE HELL, ICW? WHAT THE HELL?
Cut to backstage, where we see The Emperor sitting in a throne like chair, in a dark locker room office area, as The Gladiator kneels at his side.
The Emperor: Hmm. Dark days indeed for ICW, as Genesis finds out the hardest way. My Gladiator. Are you prepared for tonight?
The Gladiator: Yes...master...
The Emperor: What is your mission?
The Gladiator: To take out all of our opponents. To move a step closer to securing the ICW title for you, my Lord.
The Emperor: Good..........goooooooooooooooooooooood. All is going according to plan.
Cut to a backstage area, where we see a door.
JR: I can't BELIEVE this. Wait, what have we got there? Why are we seeing a door? What the...I'm being told...Fans...I'm being told...LOU E. DANGEROUSLY IS SET TO ARRIVE!!!!!!! OH MY!!!!!!! BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!!!!!!!!!
Commercial break:
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CLAP ON......
Wait, it wasn't the clap. It's herpes.
Dude...
Yeah...
Dude...there isn't a cure for herpes, bro.
Yeah, I know, man.
Dude...that sucks. Wow.
Yeah.
Wow...I mean...wow. We've had the clap a lot before, you know. Being two wild and crazy guys and all. But now this...man...this is serious.
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Wow, I'm really sor-
Listen.
Wha?
Listen, you should get yourself checked out too.
What? Why?
Well, you remember last night when someone rubbed their swollen infected genitals all over your face while you slept?
...yeah.
That was me.
...oh.
I'm just saying, maybe you should get yourself checked out, too.
Oh. Yeah. I guess I should.
Yeah.
COLLEGE KILLS.
Back to live TV, where we see the door from earlier.
JR: WELCOME BACK LOU E. DANGEROUSLY SET TO ARRIVE ANY MOMENT NOW!!!!!
The camera cuts to the arena. "Cyberwaste" hits, and out come Damaged Ink, Juggernaut and Mayhem to a mixed reaction. The come down the ring, arrogant as ever.
JR: Well, this is the first time we've seen Damaged Ink paired together. Both men individually made their debuts last week in the Hail to the King tournament, with Juggernaut advancing, and Mayhem falling victim to Genesis. I am looking foward to seeing what this tag team is made of!
Damaged Ink hit the ring, and wait, as they loosen up in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
Suddenly, a man runs down the ring, and whispers into the ear of the ring announcer
Gary Michael Cappeta: Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to inform you all that DUE TO THEIR BEING DEPORTED, LOS CONQUISTADORS WILL NOT BE HERE TONIGHT!!!!!!
JR: WHAT?
Damaged Ink look on in wonder?
Winners, by forfeit, Damaged Ink
They storm out of the ring, looking extremely pissed off.
JR: Well, that's a shocker. Never before has this happened. Los Conquistadors DEPORTED? JEEZ LOUISE!!!!
The camera follows Damaged Ink back to the back, where they barge into The Emperor's area. The Gladiator immediately stands up, ready to fight.
The Emperor: Stand down, Centurius Maximus...
Juggernaut: Sorry to barge in, BRO, but we're PISSED.
Mayhem: Yeah, we came here for COMPETITION, man. And if there aren't any tag teams to fight, then WHAT THE FRICK, man?
Juggernaut: And seein' as how you're the apparant new authority figure around here, WE WANT SOME ANSWERS.
The Emperor: Hmm. I see your troubles. I have a solution. Juggernaut, you will have competition in the tournament. But together, as a team, you will soon have competition. I promise it. It will be announced soon.
Mayhem: Right on. That's good enough, I guess.
The Emperor: leaning forward However...I require a FAVOR...in return.
Damaged Ink look perplexed, as Healius Maximus smiles...
JR: Well fans, here's some updated tournament brackets for you, of course, the Hail to the King Tournament will continue NEXT week, as the two second round matches will be held, in anticipation for the final 60 minute ironman match to be held at Ultimatum.
Second Round:
Juggernaut
vs.
Johnny Q. Public
Fenyx Kayne
vs.
Genesis
JR: Should be very scintillating, indeed!
Cut to backstage, where we see Lone Wolf, Sylver Morrigan, Pyro, Really Crazy, Helter Skelter, and Seductress, The Hardcore Regime.
Lone Wolf: FACTIONS AT WAR. A COMPANY DIVIDED. Who benefits? The Hardcore Regime. Now is our time. To come out of the den and POUNCE, TAKING WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. TITLES. POWER. MONEY. RESPECT. BLOOD. The time to strike is tonight. And tonight, I will move one step closer to becoming the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. A DESTINY I WAS ROBBED OF, so many years ago. Now I use my claws to climb back to the top. And once I'm there, nothing can stop me. Nothing can stop THE HARDCORE REGIME! Morrigan, with your chaos title, are you ready?
We see Morrigan, who is stretched out, feet up on a chair, putting cigarettes out on her Chaos title belt.
Morrigan: Do I get to kick someone's ass tonight?
Lone Wolf: Each and EVERY night.
Morrigan: Good enough.
Lone Wolf grabs Pyro by the shoulders
Lone Wolf: Are you with me, young cub?
Pyro: Absolutely. You've shown me the way.
Lone Wolf: Tonight, go with Morrigan. TAKE OUT QPublic. TAKE OUT THAT pathetic Fenyx Kayne. GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO DOMINATE TONIGHT. Hurt those two men. And it will strengthen my efforts in my match, tonight. Make it happen. Regime...ICW is not lost. It's ours for the taking. WE ARE THE DOMINANT FORCE. Let's prove it, tonight.
The Hardcore Regime seems pretty motivated, as the camera cuts to the door, again.
JR: Big words from Lone Wolf, as we still await the arrival of Lou E. Dangerously...THERE HE IS!!!!
Lou E. Dangerously busts through the door, looking slightly pissed off. He is IMMEDIATELY STOPPED BY DAMAGED INK
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell?
Juggernaut: Hey, boss.
Lou E. Dangerously: What is this? Let me go, I've got a show to run.
Mayhem: Hey, first things first...where's this Dudley guy, eh?
Lou E. Dangerously: What?
Juggernaut: You bring the Dudley guy with you? Did you?
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell? Dave Dudley? He is BANISHED from ICW.
Mayhem: Yeah, well we were told...well...what about last week?
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell are you talking about? Listen, if you don't let me go,
Juggernaut: Sorry boss, Doctors orders. You've got to go home and take it easy.
Lou E. Dangerously: ON WHO'S AUTHORITY? WHAT THE FUCK?
Mayhem: Take it easy, concussions can make you pretty crazy, why don't you go get some air?
Damaged Ink push Lou E. Dangerously out of the door, and then lock it. You can hear him banging on the door as Damaged Ink walk off.
JR: WHAT THE HELL? WAS THAT THE EMPEROR'S FAVOR? LOU E. DANGEROUSLY BEING BARRED FROM THE ARENA? HE'S THE GENERAL MANAGER!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL???
Cut to a locker room, where we see Johnny Q. Public talking to Fenyx Kayne...
Johnny Q. Public: How do you think I became ICW Champion? Patience. Discipline. You need these things.
Fenyx Kayne: Look, I really appreciate what you've done for me the past few days. Showing me the new stuff, the philosophy. It's really meant a lot. And now to be tagging up with you, I mean me, tagging with a former ICW champion...
Johnny Q. Public: Don't worry about it. Listen, tonight, we've got to take out The Hardcore Regime while we can. We've got to show all of them that the true ICW Outkasts won't go quietly into the night. Look at what happened to Genesis, earlier. We should have helped him.
Fenyx Kayne: I don't think he wanted our help?
Johnny Q. Public: I don't know. Any enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine, you know?
Fenyx Kayne: Speaking of which. The Hail to the King tournament. Look, I've really enjoyed you showing me all this stuff, and being really helpful to me. But say we get past our opponents in the tournament next week, and we face each other. What then?
Johnny Q. Public: Yeah. That is a quandary. I'd say in that case, you bring what you have to the table. You show me everything you've learned. And we'll see where you are. We'll see the kind of man you are. We'll see if you've finally "gotten" it. And after it's all said and done, I'll shake your hand.
Fenyx Kayne: Great. Because I don't need another person turning their back on me.
Johnny Q. Public: In times like these, how can we afford to?
The two get up, and head out to the ring
Johnny Q. Public: But remember, I won't be showing you everything I'VE learned....
JR: TAG TEAM ACTION, NEXT!!!!!!!
commercial break:
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back to live TV
JR: We're back fans, Lou E. Dangerously is ON THE PREMISES, but the doors have been locked...I don't know. It's insane. He could be anywhere at this point. I hope he gets in, and gets his hands on that damn Healius!!!!!!
"To Take The Black" by The Sword hits, and out comes former ICW World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Q. Public to a roaring applause from the fans. Johnny stops on the stage, and turns to the entrance, as his music cuts off, and is replaced by "Evolution" from Korn, signalling the arrival of Fenyx Kayne. The two walk down the aisle in unison, as the fans pop.
JR: Over the last few weeks here in ICW, these two have been working ever more closely, almost like a mentor-like relationship with QPublic and Kayne. QPublic looks like he wants to elevate Kayne.
The two stand in the ring, as "Sick of Life" plays, and out comes The Chaos Champion, Sylver Morrigan, with Pyro slightly behind her, and Seductress soon after that. The fans boo as Morrigan holds up her NYO title belt, before casually holding it over her shoulder, and Pyro holds up a half broken singapore cane, as the Hardcore Regime members make their way down the ramp.
JR: Ok fans, the rules are simple, if either Johnny Q. Public or Fenyx Kayne pin Morrigan here, they are the new NYO champion! So Morrigan had best be on her toes, here.
Seductress leaves the ring, The bell sounds, and this one is underway.
ICW. The Pinnacle of Sports Entertainment.
Cut to the stage, where we see a throne. Next to it, a crown. Next, "Duel of the Fates" plays. The fans boo.
Jim Ross: Welcome everyone to Thursday, INSANE Thursday! I'm Jim Ross, and we're starting off tonight's show with, apparently, some Romulus Maximii action here!!!!
Confetti falls from the rafters, as The Gladiator, Centurius Maximus leads the way, with The Emperor, the self proclaimed Healius Maximus close behind.
JR: I wonder what these fools have planned. Folks, you've got to realize how much we're all in jeopardy here. These guys have staged a HOSTILE takeover of ICW.
The roman catholics enter the ring, as The Gladiator stands firm, a scowl can be seen from underneath his helmet, as The Emperor takes down the cowl on his robe, and grabs the microphone.
The Emperor: HEAR YE, HEAR YE. Oh, my brothers and sisters. A GLORIOUS DAY DAWNS for all of us. You've all been gifted with the chance to see history in the making.
the fans boo
The Emperor: You see, as I've always said...WE ARE IN CONTROL. Of ICW. Of you. OF THE WORLD!
The Gladiator looks around, as the fans boo immensely.
The Emperor: Now that I've taken out the riff-raff of Mr. Dangerously's establishment, Stoonky, and the ever lovely Eclypse. And now that I've signed the papers that give me IMMEDIATE TEMPORARY CONTROL of ICW...MY FIRST ACT...AS EMPEROR...
The fans boo, as suddenly, "Shipping Up To Boston" hits, and out comes The ICW World Heavyweight Champion, CUSTOMLY MADE, SCOTTIEPP7!!!! He comes out alongside Johnny Hook, and Ms. Clee Tarus. Hook wears a referee's shirt, as Clee Tarus holds the ICW title over her shoulder. The stand on the stage.
ScottiePP7: Seriously? SERIOUSLY?? Who writes this shit, Freddie Prinze Jr?
the fans boo
ScottiePP7: Listen, Healius, I've heard this same shit out of your mouth, for years. "EWWW I RAN EWA INTO THE GROUND, I'M A BIG FUCKING FAGGOT, I LIKE CHURCH AND BODYBUILDING AND PERFORMANCE ENHANCEMENT DRUGS, I'M A BIG FUCKING DICK."
The fans laugh
ScottiePP7: All you're ever going to be known for is as a JOBBER TO THE STARS, MAINLY ME, SCOTTIEPP7, DAMNIT. You don't know the FIRST thing about running an empire? ME? I'M GIVING AWAY FREE MONEY!!!!
The fans CHEER!
ScottiePP7: BUT NOT HERE IN SAN FRANCISCO!!!! WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Emperor: Young Scottie, young Scottie. You fail to realize the one and only true point here.
ScottiePP7: Yeah? What's that?
The Emperor: I have the power.
JR: POWER? WHAT?
ScottiePP7: POWER? POWER? You want to talk about POWER? Let's talk about power, let's talk about how single-handly everything I have done has been a success. Let's talk about how everything you ever done is long dead. Let's talk about how when I walk into a restaurant people snap out a table for me. Let's talk about how when you walk into a restaurant they pretend they are closed. Let's talk about what you used to be and what I am. I AM CUSTOM MADE. I AM SCOTTIEPP7 DAMNIT!!
The fans give a mixed reaction
The Emperor: Try as you might, but I've already won. See, Scottie...I'm better than you. And I always have been. And I don't need to PROVE it now. I've got this to PROVE it for me.
The Gladiator flexes his muscles
ScottiePP7: You can't fight your fights anymore? What, did old man Dudley beat you up too many times, and now you're old and frail?
The fans give a rise for Dudley
The Emperor: Dudley? DAVE Dudley? Come now, Scott. I was holding that man's face to the curb where the rest of you dogs MAKE YOUR BOWEL MOVEMENTS, before you were even a household name.
the fans boo.
The Emperor: Not to mention, our gracious "host", Mr. Dudley? Dave Dudley is BANNED from competing in ICW, and from SHOWING UP on any kind of ICW programming, or event. I've looked over the books. No stone goes unturned, I'm afraid. I've hired...well, should I say, CONVERTED, a special group of people to make sure he doesn't enter the building, after the events of last week. You need to be concerned with several different things, Mr. Custom Made. First off, your title is in jeopardy tonight, as you have a match. And if you get through that match, well, surely, My Gladiator here will pick your BONES FROM YOUR FLESH at Ultimatum.
And then you'll see, Scottie. You'll see that you and the rest of your Conglomerate, and the rest of ICW won't be able to stand a chance against us. AND LET IT BE HEARD, ON THIS DAY. ROMULUS MAXIMII ISSUES ICW IT'S VERY OWN...ULTIMATUM. LIVE UNDER OUR RULE...OR PERISH UNDER OUR FEET. YOU'RE WITH US OR AGAINST US, ICW. MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
The fans boo
The Emperor: Now, before I go back to my quarters, Scottie, your match tonight? It's next.
Scottie looks irate, as The Emperor smiles, before putting the robe back over his head. The Gladiator holds the ropes open for him, as the two exit the ring.
JR: THE WORLD TITLE IS ON THE LINE!!!! NEXT!!!!!!!!1
Commercial break:
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:08:03 PM): give me something funny to put in as a commercial for a ICW show
InTheRafters (9:08:32 PM): so, have you seen the "Head On: Apply Directly to Forehead" commercials?
InTheRafters (9:08:59 PM): write a parody one for like, jock itch.
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:29 PM): hmmm
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:33 PM): Cock On?
InTheRafters (9:09:39 PM): yeah, something like that
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:43 PM): hmm
DaVE DuDLeY 632 (9:09:47 PM): Gold, Jerry. GOLD!
Back to live TV, as ScottiePP7 awaits in the ring, as Johnny Hook and Clee Tarus wait on the outside.
JR: We're back folks, and we're awaiting the arrival of our challenger...
"Genesis" hits, as the arena goes black. Appearing on the stage, GENESIS! The fans cheer as he slowly, and calmly makes his way to the ring.
JR: Genesis has impressed me so far. He's advanced to the second round of the Hail to the King Tournament, and he's made a serious impact here in ICW, targeting all of the quote unquote "BAD GUYS" here in ICW, specifically, ScottiePP7.
Genesis enters the ring, as the referee holds the belt up.
ICW World Heavyweight Championship
ScottiePP7(c) vs. Genesis
ScottiePP7(c) vs. Genesis
The bell sounds, as Genesis lunges for PP7, but PP7 rolls out of the ring. PP7 turns towards the crowd, and points to his head, saying he's smart. GENESIS SPRINGBOARDS OVER THE TOP ROPE, PLANCHA ONTO PP7 ONTO THE FLOOR!
Hook immediately throws Genesis off of PP7, and the REFEREE INTERJECTS!
JR: GET HIM OUT OF HERE, REF!
THE REFEREE ORDERS JOHNNY HOOK TO LEAVE!
Genesis watches him leave, and as the referee is busy with escorting Hook off, PP7 LOW BLOWS GENESIS FROM BEHIND!!!!!!
Genesis turns around, as SCOTTIE GRABS THE ICW TITLE FROM MS. CLEE TARUS, AND CLOCKS GENESIS IN THE HEAD, OUT ON THE RINGSIDE AREA! GENESIS HITS THE FLOOR[/B]![/I]
JR: THAT'S CHEAP!!!! CHEAP I SAY!!!
Scottie slides into the ring, as the referee returns. He begins to administer the 10 count on Genesis.
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Genesis slides back into the ring. Scottie puts the boots to him!
JR: Scottie, the opportunist. He'll do anything to win, and he's proven it, time in and time out.
Scottie picks Genesis up, and whips him into the ropes...LOU THESZ PRESS! Scottie then makes the cover!
1...
2....
Kickout, by Genesis.
Scottie starts to work on the knee of Genesis, stomping away on the knee, and the ankle.
JR: Looks like Scottie is thinking that PATENTED figure-four leglock!
Scottie continues the punishment on Genesis' leg, as the fans boo. Scottie pulls Genesis into the middle of the ring, AND LOCKS ON THE FIGURE FOUR!!!!!!!
GENESIS WRITHES IN PAIN!
JR: HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN! BY GOD, LOOK AT THAT RING POSITIONING! COME ON, GENESIS! HANG IN THERE!!! THE CHAMP IS FIERCE!!!!!
The fans are off their feet, as they are rallying behind Genesis. He struggles to break free, but Scottie keeps putting the pressure on. Genesis' shoulders drop to the mat!
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Genesis barely avoids getting counted for three. The pain is excruciating!
JR: THE PAIN...IT MUST BE EXCRUCIATING!!!!!!!
That's what I said, JR, but whatever. Go ahead and rip me off.
Scottie keeps applying the pressure, we see the sweat beading off of his chin!
The referee asks Genesis if he wants to quit!!!!!
JR: IS GENESIS GOING TO SUBMIT, HERE???
The referee continues to ask Genesis, Genesis holds his arm up in the air.....
and.........
he............
ta................
NO HE REVERSES THE FIGURE FOUR!!!!!!!!!!! THE PRESSURE IS ON SCOTTIEPP7!!!!!!!!!!! The fans go wild, Ms. Clee Tarus looks BESIDE HERSELF!
JR: REVERSAL!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!! BY GOD WHAT A MATCH! WHAT. A. MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scottie has no choice but to let go. The damage may have been done, as Genesis crawls to a corner. Scottie gets up, and walks to another corner. Clee Tarus DISTRACTS THE REFEREE, AS SCOTTIE UNTIES THE TURNBUCKLE PAD!!!!!!
JR: WHAT THE HELL?? COME ON, REF!!!!!!
Scottie turns around, BUT FROM THE OTHER CORNER, ON ONE LEG, GENESIS HITS THE SUPERKICK!!!!!!
JR: ARCLIGHT, ARCLIGHT, ARCLIGHT!!!!!
GENESIS MAKES THE COVER, BUT THE REF IS STILL DISTRACTED!!!!!!!
HE FINALLY TURNS AROUND,
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KICKOUT, BY SCOTTIEPP7!!!!!!!!
JR: GOOD LORD!!!!!!!! GENESIS WAS ALMOST THE NEW ICW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!
Genesis gets to his feet, as he hobbles, motioning for Scottie to get to his feet. SUDDENLY, JOHNNY HOOK RUNS DOWN, AND NAILS GENESIS IN THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!!
The fans are BOOING WILDLY!
JR: NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!
Winner, by disqualification, Genesis
STILLLLLLLLLLLL ICW World Heavyweight Champion, ScottiePP7
The ref calls for the bell, as Hook hits Genesis in the back with the chair, as Genesis lays on the mat. Scottie motions for Clee Tarus to bring him another chair.
JR: NO! NOT THAT!!!!!! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!!!
Genesis is propped up on his knees, Hook and PP7 line him up........CONCHAIRTO!!!!!!!!! A STEEL CHAIR SANDWICH IS MADE WITH GENESIS' HEAD AS THE FILLING!!!!!!
Who writes this shit, Freddie Prinze Jr?
JR: NO! NO! WHAT. THE. HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Genesis falls face first to the mat, as Scottie picks up the ICW and the Conglomerate celebrates in victory.
JR: WHY DIDN'T ANYONE COME TO GENESIS' AID??? WHAT THE HELL, ICW? WHAT THE HELL?
Cut to backstage, where we see The Emperor sitting in a throne like chair, in a dark locker room office area, as The Gladiator kneels at his side.
The Emperor: Hmm. Dark days indeed for ICW, as Genesis finds out the hardest way. My Gladiator. Are you prepared for tonight?
The Gladiator: Yes...master...
The Emperor: What is your mission?
The Gladiator: To take out all of our opponents. To move a step closer to securing the ICW title for you, my Lord.
The Emperor: Good..........goooooooooooooooooooooood. All is going according to plan.
Cut to a backstage area, where we see a door.
JR: I can't BELIEVE this. Wait, what have we got there? Why are we seeing a door? What the...I'm being told...Fans...I'm being told...LOU E. DANGEROUSLY IS SET TO ARRIVE!!!!!!! OH MY!!!!!!! BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!!!!!!!!!
Commercial break:
CLAP ON,
CLAP OFFF
CLAP ON......
Wait, it wasn't the clap. It's herpes.
Dude...
Yeah...
Dude...there isn't a cure for herpes, bro.
Yeah, I know, man.
Dude...that sucks. Wow.
Yeah.
Wow...I mean...wow. We've had the clap a lot before, you know. Being two wild and crazy guys and all. But now this...man...this is serious.
Yeah.
Wow, I'm really sor-
Listen.
Wha?
Listen, you should get yourself checked out too.
What? Why?
Well, you remember last night when someone rubbed their swollen infected genitals all over your face while you slept?
...yeah.
That was me.
...oh.
I'm just saying, maybe you should get yourself checked out, too.
Oh. Yeah. I guess I should.
Yeah.
COLLEGE KILLS.
Back to live TV, where we see the door from earlier.
JR: WELCOME BACK LOU E. DANGEROUSLY SET TO ARRIVE ANY MOMENT NOW!!!!!
The camera cuts to the arena. "Cyberwaste" hits, and out come Damaged Ink, Juggernaut and Mayhem to a mixed reaction. The come down the ring, arrogant as ever.
JR: Well, this is the first time we've seen Damaged Ink paired together. Both men individually made their debuts last week in the Hail to the King tournament, with Juggernaut advancing, and Mayhem falling victim to Genesis. I am looking foward to seeing what this tag team is made of!
Damaged Ink hit the ring, and wait, as they loosen up in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
Suddenly, a man runs down the ring, and whispers into the ear of the ring announcer
Gary Michael Cappeta: Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to inform you all that DUE TO THEIR BEING DEPORTED, LOS CONQUISTADORS WILL NOT BE HERE TONIGHT!!!!!!
JR: WHAT?
Damaged Ink look on in wonder?
Winners, by forfeit, Damaged Ink
They storm out of the ring, looking extremely pissed off.
JR: Well, that's a shocker. Never before has this happened. Los Conquistadors DEPORTED? JEEZ LOUISE!!!!
The camera follows Damaged Ink back to the back, where they barge into The Emperor's area. The Gladiator immediately stands up, ready to fight.
The Emperor: Stand down, Centurius Maximus...
Juggernaut: Sorry to barge in, BRO, but we're PISSED.
Mayhem: Yeah, we came here for COMPETITION, man. And if there aren't any tag teams to fight, then WHAT THE FRICK, man?
Juggernaut: And seein' as how you're the apparant new authority figure around here, WE WANT SOME ANSWERS.
The Emperor: Hmm. I see your troubles. I have a solution. Juggernaut, you will have competition in the tournament. But together, as a team, you will soon have competition. I promise it. It will be announced soon.
Mayhem: Right on. That's good enough, I guess.
The Emperor: leaning forward However...I require a FAVOR...in return.
Damaged Ink look perplexed, as Healius Maximus smiles...
JR: Well fans, here's some updated tournament brackets for you, of course, the Hail to the King Tournament will continue NEXT week, as the two second round matches will be held, in anticipation for the final 60 minute ironman match to be held at Ultimatum.
Second Round:
Third Round 60 Minute Ironman match
Juggernaut
vs.
Johnny Q. Public
Winner of Juggernaut/Public
vs.
Winner of Kayne/Genesis
vs.
Winner of Kayne/Genesis
Fenyx Kayne
vs.
Genesis
JR: Should be very scintillating, indeed!
Cut to backstage, where we see Lone Wolf, Sylver Morrigan, Pyro, Really Crazy, Helter Skelter, and Seductress, The Hardcore Regime.
Lone Wolf: FACTIONS AT WAR. A COMPANY DIVIDED. Who benefits? The Hardcore Regime. Now is our time. To come out of the den and POUNCE, TAKING WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. TITLES. POWER. MONEY. RESPECT. BLOOD. The time to strike is tonight. And tonight, I will move one step closer to becoming the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. A DESTINY I WAS ROBBED OF, so many years ago. Now I use my claws to climb back to the top. And once I'm there, nothing can stop me. Nothing can stop THE HARDCORE REGIME! Morrigan, with your chaos title, are you ready?
We see Morrigan, who is stretched out, feet up on a chair, putting cigarettes out on her Chaos title belt.
Morrigan: Do I get to kick someone's ass tonight?
Lone Wolf: Each and EVERY night.
Morrigan: Good enough.
Lone Wolf grabs Pyro by the shoulders
Lone Wolf: Are you with me, young cub?
Pyro: Absolutely. You've shown me the way.
Lone Wolf: Tonight, go with Morrigan. TAKE OUT QPublic. TAKE OUT THAT pathetic Fenyx Kayne. GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO DOMINATE TONIGHT. Hurt those two men. And it will strengthen my efforts in my match, tonight. Make it happen. Regime...ICW is not lost. It's ours for the taking. WE ARE THE DOMINANT FORCE. Let's prove it, tonight.
The Hardcore Regime seems pretty motivated, as the camera cuts to the door, again.
JR: Big words from Lone Wolf, as we still await the arrival of Lou E. Dangerously...THERE HE IS!!!!
Lou E. Dangerously busts through the door, looking slightly pissed off. He is IMMEDIATELY STOPPED BY DAMAGED INK
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell?
Juggernaut: Hey, boss.
Lou E. Dangerously: What is this? Let me go, I've got a show to run.
Mayhem: Hey, first things first...where's this Dudley guy, eh?
Lou E. Dangerously: What?
Juggernaut: You bring the Dudley guy with you? Did you?
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell? Dave Dudley? He is BANISHED from ICW.
Mayhem: Yeah, well we were told...well...what about last week?
Lou E. Dangerously: What the hell are you talking about? Listen, if you don't let me go,
Juggernaut: Sorry boss, Doctors orders. You've got to go home and take it easy.
Lou E. Dangerously: ON WHO'S AUTHORITY? WHAT THE FUCK?
Mayhem: Take it easy, concussions can make you pretty crazy, why don't you go get some air?
Damaged Ink push Lou E. Dangerously out of the door, and then lock it. You can hear him banging on the door as Damaged Ink walk off.
JR: WHAT THE HELL? WAS THAT THE EMPEROR'S FAVOR? LOU E. DANGEROUSLY BEING BARRED FROM THE ARENA? HE'S THE GENERAL MANAGER!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL???
Cut to a locker room, where we see Johnny Q. Public talking to Fenyx Kayne...
Johnny Q. Public: How do you think I became ICW Champion? Patience. Discipline. You need these things.
Fenyx Kayne: Look, I really appreciate what you've done for me the past few days. Showing me the new stuff, the philosophy. It's really meant a lot. And now to be tagging up with you, I mean me, tagging with a former ICW champion...
Johnny Q. Public: Don't worry about it. Listen, tonight, we've got to take out The Hardcore Regime while we can. We've got to show all of them that the true ICW Outkasts won't go quietly into the night. Look at what happened to Genesis, earlier. We should have helped him.
Fenyx Kayne: I don't think he wanted our help?
Johnny Q. Public: I don't know. Any enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine, you know?
Fenyx Kayne: Speaking of which. The Hail to the King tournament. Look, I've really enjoyed you showing me all this stuff, and being really helpful to me. But say we get past our opponents in the tournament next week, and we face each other. What then?
Johnny Q. Public: Yeah. That is a quandary. I'd say in that case, you bring what you have to the table. You show me everything you've learned. And we'll see where you are. We'll see the kind of man you are. We'll see if you've finally "gotten" it. And after it's all said and done, I'll shake your hand.
Fenyx Kayne: Great. Because I don't need another person turning their back on me.
Johnny Q. Public: In times like these, how can we afford to?
The two get up, and head out to the ring
Johnny Q. Public: But remember, I won't be showing you everything I'VE learned....
JR: TAG TEAM ACTION, NEXT!!!!!!!
commercial break:
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back to live TV
JR: We're back fans, Lou E. Dangerously is ON THE PREMISES, but the doors have been locked...I don't know. It's insane. He could be anywhere at this point. I hope he gets in, and gets his hands on that damn Healius!!!!!!
"To Take The Black" by The Sword hits, and out comes former ICW World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Q. Public to a roaring applause from the fans. Johnny stops on the stage, and turns to the entrance, as his music cuts off, and is replaced by "Evolution" from Korn, signalling the arrival of Fenyx Kayne. The two walk down the aisle in unison, as the fans pop.
JR: Over the last few weeks here in ICW, these two have been working ever more closely, almost like a mentor-like relationship with QPublic and Kayne. QPublic looks like he wants to elevate Kayne.
The two stand in the ring, as "Sick of Life" plays, and out comes The Chaos Champion, Sylver Morrigan, with Pyro slightly behind her, and Seductress soon after that. The fans boo as Morrigan holds up her NYO title belt, before casually holding it over her shoulder, and Pyro holds up a half broken singapore cane, as the Hardcore Regime members make their way down the ramp.
JR: Ok fans, the rules are simple, if either Johnny Q. Public or Fenyx Kayne pin Morrigan here, they are the new NYO champion! So Morrigan had best be on her toes, here.
Seductress leaves the ring, The bell sounds, and this one is underway.