Sunday Night Slam Results 7/31/05

[Hardcastle]

Sunday July 31, 2005

Bell Time: 9pm EST

From The Veterans Memorial Auditorium in Des Moines, IA

<The screen opens with the Ring Of Integrity logo. The screen switches to a voice that sounds very much like James Earl Jones and images from ROI begin to reel through.>

Voice: A new era is dawning in professional wrestling.

<An image of Saku pinning Ganador To Advance To Round 2 Is Shown.>

Voice: There is a movement that joins young and old.

<An image of Eric Hardcastle, Brandon Bailey, ZMaster and Immune fades in and then out. An image of The Sin City Saint, Saku, PJ Money and Justin Tyme, fades in and out. >

Voice: Integrity Will Be Upheld.

<A panoramic view of Eric Hardcastle is shown from his back to the front.>

Voice: For some......it becomes an opportunity to show the entire world what they can do.

<An image of Cardinal's 187 Over The Rope Is Shown.>

Voice: For others.........it is an opportunity to reclaim greatness.

<An image of ZMaster sitting in the stands of an empty arena is shown.>

Voice: For tonight.....these men......these athletes.......these gladiators, begin their accent to the top. They begin their accent to greatness.

<An image of the ROI Tron is seen and the camera pans over a filled arena.>

Voice: They begin their accent to immortality.

<An image of Immune exploding into fury following Overload is shown.>

<The screen fades to black. Suddenly, pyros explode all over the stage, the Sunday Night Slam theme song plays "Time and Time Again" by Chronic Future and the camera cuts to ringside, where Kevin Olberman and Mean Mike Patrick are seated.>

K: Welcome everybody to The Veterans Memorial Auditorium in Des Moines, Iowa!! Welcome to the World Title Tournament!! Welcome to Sunday Night Slam!!! I'll be your host Kevin Olberman and alongside, as always, my tag team partner....Mean Mike Patrick.

M: Hold your applause.

K; Uh huh. Tonight, we continue the World Title Tournament. We have 2 big matches on tap for it. In the first match, Eric Hardcastle takes on..........

M: Fa Sho!!

K: Yes that is correct.

M: With a win tonight, Fa Sho becomes my new favorite wrestler.

K: What about Bailey?

M: Don't worry about The Assassin.

K: Speaking of The Assassin, my sources are saying that he has not been seen in the building tonight.

M: WHAT?!

K: No one has seen or heard from Brandon Bailey. In fact, we have ROI lead reporter, Gene Anderson down below in the parking garage, trying to get a word with Brittney Bailey.

M: Why would Brittney be in the garage?

K: Lets goto Gene and find out. Take it away Gene!

<The screen fades out to a camera crew that is in the parking garage. Gene Anderson, carrying a microphone is walking briskly towards Brittney Bailey. Brittney is standing a few yards from the opening of the garage, patiently waiting.>

G: Brittney! Brittney! Gene Anderson. I want to ge........

<Brittney turns to the screams coming from Gene and looks over towards him. Suddenly, a set of headlights appear and a late model Lincoln is shown pulling into the parking garage. Brittney turns, as the car revs its engine and begins to accelerate towards Brittney. Gene Anderson stops from a distance and is stunned. Brittney turns to see the car heading right towards her.>

Brittney: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Brittney screams out in fear, as she is frozened in fear. From no where, Eric Hardcastle comes running towards her, pushing her out of the way just in the nick of time.>

K: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Did you see that? Someone just tried to run Brittney Bailey over with a car.

K: Wait one second!! Look at that car, Mean Mike. Late model Lincoln Continental. The license plate reads BAILEY!

M: Don't even think about it Olberman.

K: I'm not Mean Mike. I think its a pretty surefire bet that The Sin City Saint stole Bailey's car and now has Brandon hostage somewhere.

M: The Lincoln is leaving the garage.

K: Hardcastle and Brittney are both down and we need to get some medical attention for those two. They could have sustained some serious injuries and all this just before the World Title Tournament. Now both matches are in jeopardy. No Bailey and now Hardcastle may not be able to continue.

M: The Sin City Saint is just going too far with this.

K: I agree. I totally agree. Ladies and gentlemen, our first match tonight is a ladies match. Both ladies have already made their way to the ring and referee Shawn Esher has been assigned this contest. We are just waiting for the be..............

<The lights in the arena dim down. Miseri Cantare by AFI plays and The Sin City Saint appears on the entrance ramp. Strobe lights flash all around him. He slowly walks down the aisle and to the ring. He climbs on the apron and is poised on one knee. He over looks the crowd, then enters the ring. The lights come back to full brightness in the arena. The Sin City Saint grabs the microphone from Steve Bond and chases both the ladies and Bond out of the ring.>

K: What the hell?!

M: How could Saint be here if....if...if...if he was in the car?!

K: Maybe he will give us some answers.

<In the ring with the microphone is The Sin City Saint.>

SSS: I am sure everyone in this joint saw what just happened. Poor, poor, Brittney Bailey. Oh how the weak have fallen. And then, our resident "super hero" Eric Hardcastle decides to play Superman and save the damsil in distress. How touching? But onto the real reason I am out here. Its two fold. First, I want it noted that I had nothing to do with that stunt in the parking lot. I'm here, in full gear and that car was speeding away from the building. I'm not that sick and demented to try and run some chick over with a car. And secondly, I am here to address Saku.

<The crowd begins to boo. Saint begins to look at the crowd with annoyed look.>

SSS: Listen up, BITCH! What you saw happen to Brittney Bailey tonight will not even compare to what I do to you next week.

<Some fans begin to cheer.>

SSS: Please.....save me your cheers! Saku...the ROI World Title is MY LIFE!! Nothing, not you. Not Bailey, Hardcastle, Immune or any one else can do a damn thing about it.

<The Sin City Saint drops his microphone and exits the ring. He heads back up the ramp and behind the curtain.>

K: Boy oh boy!! I am confused now.

M: Me too.

K: If Saint didn't do it......

M: Don't say it.

K: I don't want to believe it. But.....I just don't know. I really don't.

M: What about Simone Frost and Poison Ivy?

K: I have been told that the match has been cancelled. Ok, I am being told that Eric Hardcastle is receiving medical attention as we speak. Lets take a look.

<The screen fades back to the dressing room area, where Eric Hardcastle is having his ribs taped up. Eric is seated on the medical bed, as Brittney is standing there next to him, as doctors are wrapping him up.>

Doc: I want you to take it easy for the rest of the night.

<Eric looks at the doctor.>

EH: I have a first round World Title Tournament match tonight.

Doc: Not anymore.

<Eric grimaces in pain, as he hops off the table.>

EH: To hell with that!!!

<President Steven Lynch shows up in the door way and blocks Hardcastle from leaving.>

EH: Mr. Lynch.....

SL: Eric, I know how bad you want to be World Champion.

EH: Good. So you will do the right thing and step aside. I got a match to prepare for.

SL: With broken ribs?

<Hardcastle stares at Lynch>

SL: More guts then brains. Give'em hell, Show!

<Suddenly, President Steven Lynch is shoved to the side, as Brandon Bailey comes rushing into the medical center. He grabs Brittney by the hand and pulls her close to him.>

BB: THANK GOD!! I heard what happened. Are you ok?

Brittney: I am now. Thanks to Eric.

<Bailey becomes very angry and peers over at Hardcastle. Bailey and Hardcastle go face to face, as President Steven Lynch comes back into the room. Bailey pauses for a moment and extends his hand to Eric Hardcastle. Hardcastle takes a step back and is shocked. He extends his hand back to Brandon and both men shake.>

BB: This don't mean I like you. This don't mean I approve of you. This don't mean anything more than THANK YOU!

<Eric nods. He then turns to President Lynch.>

EH: I saw what The Sin City Saint said, Lynch and I really dont give a damn. I think he is a liar and I think he was the one that tried to run down Brittney. I don't care what you have to do....but I WANT HIS ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

SL: That can't happen. You already have a match for tonight. And it aint happening next week either, b/c we already know Sin City Saint has a match against Saku in the semi finals.

EH: This is bull$hit!!!!

SL: I see your frustration and I am will..........

<Brandon Bailey grabs Steven Lynch by his jacket and pushes him up against the wall.>

BB: Hardcastle might be more diplomatic than I am. I aint waitn!!! I want The Sin City Saint and I want him TONIGHT!!!

SL: Get your hands off of me or I will have you removed from the building and thus disqualified from the tournament.

<Bailey becomes very angry, but decides to let go of Lynch.>

SL: Tell ya what. Since both of you want The Sin City Saint so damn much.........I'm gonna make a match for Sunday August 13. In one corner, for the first time EVER, its going to be "The Show" Eric Hardcastle teaming up with "The Assassin" Brandon Bailey. And their opponents will be...........The Sin City Saint and a partner of his choosing.

BB: Who's his partner?

SL: I have no idea. Guess he will have to find one.

EH: Wait....Saint isnt exactly the most liked guy in the dressing room. What if he cant find a partner?

SL: Well.....then I would guess its a 2 on 1 handicap match.

<Bailey and Hardcastle look over at one another and smile.>

SL: Figured you two would like the sound of that. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to goto ringside and make some announcements concerning this month's PPV entitled Summer Sizzler.

[Hardcastle]

<Lynch leaves the medical center and begins to walk down the hall and out to the gorilla position. He walks out from behind the curtain, as the crowd begins to cheer. He heads for the ring and climbs in. He grabs the mic.>

SL: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight right here in Des Moines Iowa!

<Crowd cheers.>

SL: Tonight is a special night, as we prepare for the final month of summer and in the final month of summer, it has been one hell of a hot one!! A sizzler, if you will. Thus, this months PPV is entitled Summer Sizzler. On August 21, we already know we will be crowning the first ever ROI World Heavyweight Champion. But also on that card, we will be crowning the first ever North American Heavyweight Champion in a 4 way dance. This match will be a one fall to a finish and in the coming weeks and the participants are as follows: PJ Money, Rodney Paine, Justin Tyme and one entrant to be chosen at a later date. Now that is not all. Because on that same night, we will crown a number 1 contender match to the ROI World Title in a 4 man gauntlet match. Let me explain to you the rules. 4 names go into a hat. 2 names are chosen at random to step into the ring. Those 2 men will wrestle. Who ever earns the deicision, pinfall, submission, DQ, countout, whatever will stay in the ring and loser will leave the ring. Of the remaining 2, a name will be chosen at random and will come down to wrestle, immediately following the previous match and it starts again. The winner of the decision there will face the final man. Obviously, the man who enters last will have the big advantage. In the coming weeks, we will be looking at everyone's performance to see who is going to contend for the numb..............

<The crowd begins to boo, as PJ Money comes walking down the aisle. He hits the ring and grabs a mic.>

PJ: North American?! What the hell Steven Lynch?! I'm PJ Money. Look at this body......look at these abs. I am the greatest athelete in ROI and I was screwed last week against Sin City Semen and denied my rightful place in the second round of the tournament. I get no justice. But you dont hear PJ Money whining crying, do you?

SL: Yes I do.

<The crowd cheers.>

PJ: Don't confuse whining and crying with voicing of a legitimate complaint. And now I have another. How in the hell can you book me into this North American Title Match instead of the Number 1 Contenders match?!

SL: Well. You se....

PJ: Don't interrupt me. I am a LIVING ICON!! And you degrade the greatest body. The greatest athlete. Just plain the greatest out of his rightful due. I shouldn't even have to face 3 losers to get my rightful shot at the World Heavyweight Championship! BUT NOOO!! You put me into some second rate title match!

SL: If you don't want the title match, no problem. I can remove you from that match and put you into a dark match!

<The crowd cheers. PJ tries to quiet the crowd.>

PJ: No, no. Mr. Lynch, you don't want to do that. I will win the North American Championship at Summer Sizzler and show you that I deserve to be the numb........

<From underneath the ring, Juba rolls out to ringside. He enters the ring and immediately attacks PJ Money. Steven Lynch races out of the ring and begins to motion for security.>

K: OH MY!!! JUBA!!!

M: PJ Get out of there!! That sick crazed mad man!!!

K: PJ Money is getting what he deserves, Mean Mike. And Juba is laying into him.

M: PJ deserves a Rolles Royce. A mansion in Brentwood. A private yac....

K: Well he is getting an ass whoopn courtesy of Juba instead.

M: Thank God for ROI security!

K: Yes sir! Ladies and gentlemen our next match is first round action in the World Title Tournament. The Show vs......

M: FA SHO!

K: Yes sir. And we...wait. I am being told that something has occured backstage. Lets take a look.

<The scene fades to backstage where we see Tormentsu and Cardinal both laid out in the hall way. The medical staff is checking on the condition of both men. The scene fades back to ringside.>

K: HOLY HELL!! Someone has attacked Tormentsu and Cardinal.

M: I can see that.

K: Tonight has been one crazy night. And I am being told by ROI officials that that match has been cancelled. The roster is diminishing by the moment. First the ladies match is cancelled and now this. We are 0-2 in getting matches underway. This is not good. We are almost an hour into the evening and have yet to have a match.

M: Who's booking this crap, Stephanie McMahon?!

K: Ummm.......from the soap opera atmosphere, you might think that. Well.....Fa Sho is already in the ring, as we await the entrance of Eric Hardcastle. Man, is Hardcastle actually going to step out there?

M: Probably and he will definitely get his ass kicked.

K: Steve Bond...take it away.

<In the ring.>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a ROI World Title First Round Tournament Matchup. This match has a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, to my left. FA SHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The crowd begins to boo, as Fa Sho flips them off.>

SB: And his opponent. From Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 235lbs. He is "The Show" ERIC HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The lights dim down and "Away" by Mercy Drive explodes into the arena. The fans jump to their feet, as they know who's trademark music that is. From behind the curtain out walks "The Show" Eric Hardcastle. He stops and looks over the crowd and smiles. He takes a swig of his Voss water and begins to walk down the aisle, as pyros explode all around. Hardcastle extends his hand to of his fans, as he climbs onto the apron. Hardcastle walks along the apron and looks over the crowd. He tosses his Voss water and enters the ring. He walks to the camera side and climbs the ropes. He extends his right arm into the air and crowd erupts. Pyros explode from the 4 ring posts, as Hardcastle stands in the middle of the ring with his arms out stretchedand his body leaned back.>

K: Referee Ian Anile has been assigned this contest. Both men coming to the center of the ring, jaw jacking.

M: Hardcastle has his ribs taped up. He is just asking to have his ribs pounded on.

K: Referee seperates both men and calls for the bell. We are underway! Hardcastle and Fa Sho. Who is moving on to Round 2?

M: Fa Sho.

K: Both men lock up in the cent.....knee to the ribs by Fa Sho. Fa Sho with a right to gut and an Irish whip...........kick to the gut by Fa Sho. Fa Sho with Hardcastle.......GUTBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: See!!! Listen to Hardcastle agonize in pain.

K: We are not really sure the extent of the injury. Fa Sho now ripping and tearing at the tape of Hardcastle. A stomp to the rib cage, as Fa Sho continues to yank all the tape off of The Show. Fa Sho drops an elbow to the rib cage and makes the cover......



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...........................shoulder comes up.

M: A shoulder after that lil bit?! Hardcastle is going down.

K: Fa Sho is loving it. He sees the easy score. Fa Sho is like a vulture. He has Hardcastle.....Irish whip to the far corner and Eric slumps down in agonizing pain. Fa Sho takes off.....SPLA........HARDCASTLE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! Fa Sho hits the top turnbuckle, face first. Hardcastle clutching his ribs.

M: Come on Fa Sho!

K: Fa Sho is dazed. He turns and..............SHOWSTOPPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: NOOO!!!! Damn it!

K: Both men are down. But Hardcastle is hurting and has to crawl over for the cover. He makes the cover...........



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M: Are you kidding me?

K: This crowd has jumped to their feet. The Show has pulled out a win, somehow, someway!!! Can you believe this testicular fortitude?!

M: More like stupidity! You know...its fine, Olberman. Because next week, you and all these fans aren't going to be so damn happy.

K: Why's that?

M: Think about it. Hardcastle might have won this week against a man like Fa Sho. But next week, he will go one on one with a legend in this business. Its either a man that weighs close to 300lbs and is jacked like all hell, full of rage......Immune. The same guy that Hardcastle beat a few weeks back and Immune has not forgotten it. Or its going to be a man that may respect The Show, but deep down despises him.....Brandon Bailey. While Immune will pound the crap out of Hardcastle, Bailey will disect him. Pick him apart, piece by piece, sadistically torturing Eric Hardcastle.

K: Valid point. I don't like The Show's chances for next week.

M: Chances? What chances? Are you talking about zero or none?

K: We will see next week. Don't ever count out Eric Hardcastle. He might have the deck stacked against him, but The Show always finds away to come out on top. We will see next week. Main event is next.

M: Brandon Bailey.

K: That's your pick?

M: Of course.

K: Man, I just don't know. If I have to make a pick right now, I am going Immune. I think Immune is going to stick with what brought him to the game.......his power. I think he will beat Bailey into a pin fall.

M: I think Immune has the intelligence level of a sprout. Bailey will confuse the hell out of the monster and pack his bags for Slam next week and Round 2. And Immune....well, he will just be packing.

K: Confident, aren't you?

M: Oh yeah!

K: Well.....wait no further. Lets get down to the ring.

[Hardcastle]

<In the ring>

SB: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 40 minute time limit. Introducing first...he weighs in at 298lbs. He is "The Animal"...........IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Headstrong from Trapt is heard all over the arena as Immune pops out of the curtain and walks through the smoke walking from side to side on the stage bringing up the fans spirit, then runs to the ring and slides in as a pyro goes off. Immune walks over to the turnbuckle and sits down leaning up against the bottom turnbuckle pad and waits for his opponent.>

K: And listen to this crowd........Immune is getting a big pop here tonight from the fans in Milwaukee.

M: Just shows that Milwaukee fans are much like the beer Old Milwaukee........watered down taste.

SB: And his opponent in this final Round 1 World Title Tournament. He hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in at 243lbs....................."The Assassin" BRANDON BAILEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<A single spot light hits the entrance way as Sammy Davis Jr's "Chicago" blares throughout the arena. Brandon walks out slowly with one arm raised and stands at the entrance way for a few moments. He slowly walks to the ring with a scowl on his face and argues with a few fans. Brandon then climbs under the bottom rope,slumps in the closest corner and waits for his opponent.>

K: A mixed reaction for Brandon Bailey. I cannot believe that some fans are actually cheering Bailey.

M: Please.

K: I bet Bailey is shocked as well. Senior referee Noel Gevers assigned this match.....the main event.

M: Gevers better make sure he is ready for one tough assignment. This is going to be a war of the worlds.

K: He is our seinor official here. Gevers checking both men for illegal objects. Both men step to the middle of the ring, as the bell sounds and here we go!!

M: I got goose bumps.

K: Neither man saying a word. Both men just stare at one another. As you can see, Bailey is giving up some serious size here, tonight. About 55lbs and 5 inches.

M: Yeah, but as you can see Immune is giving up some intelligence. About Einstein compared to Eugene.

K: Stop it!! SLAP!!! Oh my....Bailey slapped the Animal. I would not have done that if I were you.

M: You wouldn't be a 38 yr. old virign either if you were him.

K: Look at the look on the face of Immune!! He is mad and mad as hell. Immune with a right.....Bailey ducks. Bailey with the side headlock applied. Immune backs him against the far ropes.....whips him off and Bailey comes off the near side........shoulder block tackle by Immune and Bailey is on the mat. Immune hits the ropes and Bailey is up.....leap fro.........CAUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! BEAR HUG!!!! Immune slaps on a bear hug and is just wrenching away at The Assassin.

M: Get out Brandon!!

K: Bailey in trouble in the early moments of the match........poke to the eye by Brandon. Bailey escapes. He hits the ropes...........LOU THE......CAUGHT AGAIN!!!!!! SPINE BUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you kidding me?!

M: Oh no.

K: Immune is showing off his power in a big way tonight. Immune thinks this might be it. He is setting up Bailey for The Disease. If he hits this....Immune is going to round 2 in a historical fashion.

M: Come on Brandon.

K: Bailey slow to his feet......kick to the gut by Immune. Here we go......THE DISE.......Bailey shoves Immune off and rolls to the floor.

M: Ahhh...the intelligence level. See Olberman.

K: What I see is Immune kicking Bailey's ass.

M: Thats cuz you have the intelligence level of a peach pit.

K: Bailey on the floor taking a powder.

M: Ahem.....he is rethinking strategy.

K: Resting? Same thing. Immune standing in the middle of the ring, getting these fans behind him. Bailey climbs onto the apron and Immune comes right after him and Bailey drops off the apron and back to the floor, asking the refeeree to back Immune up.

M: Get that idget back.

K: Noel Gevers doing just that, as Bailey makes his way to the apron again. And Immune coming right back over and Bailey drops down again. Suddenly, I am seeing deja vu, as the referee is pushing Immune back and Bailey makes his way to the apron again.

M: Get that creature from the blue lagoon to stay back and allow Brandon to safely enter the ring.

K: Bailey going to en.....and Immune comes right back over and Bailey drops to the floor a third time........reaching underneath the bottom and yanking Immune's feet from underneath him.

M: See that....Einstein like intelligence.

K: And Bailey yanks him to the floor.....a right hand by Bailey and Immune turns him around throws him against the mat. Right hand by Immune and another. Immune with Bailey.....throwing him into the steel rail and up and over and into the front row!!!!

M: Now the fans have become apart of the action.

K: Referee Gevers coming out of the ring and trying to get this match under control again.

M: Please do your job, ref.

K: Immune pushing the referee out of the way and yanks Bailey over the guard rail and back to ring side. Immune with Bailey......Irish whip and up and over the guard rail on the near side goes Bailey!!!

M: Poor Brandon.

K: Brandon Bailey is being treated like Immune's bitch tonight!!!

M: Don't say that!

K: Immune coming over to Bailey and Bailey is up...thumb to the eye. Bailey climbs on top of the guard rail...leaps......Immune catches him!!! Immune with Bailey.....ramming him back first against the guard rail. The Assassin looks like he was involved in a massive car wreck!!

M: This cant be good.

K: This crowd loves it and Immune has been in firm control of this match since the opening bell. Immune reaches to a fan at ringside and grabs his beer. Immune takes a gulp of it and ............SPITS IT IN THE FACE OF BRANDON BAILEY!!!!!

M: Jesus Christ!! Brandon is a recovering alcoholic. That is uncalled for.

K: Well.....Immune is a Sex on the Beach kind of guy.

M: Damn him.

K: Immune now positioing Bailey against the steel post. Immune winds up and punches.........BAILEY SLIDES OUT OF THE WAY!!!

M: And Eugene punches the steel post!! HA! HA! HA! I love it.

K: Bailey recovering and grabs Immune and slams him face first into the steps. Bailey grabs Immune's right hand and places it on the steps.....STOMPS ON IT!!!

M: Break it!!!

K: Brandon Bailey smells the weakeness and is trying to go for the kill. Bailey now with Immune's hand.....slamming it repeatedly into the steel stairs, as referee Gevers is trying to get the action back in the ring.

M: Break his hand Brandon!

K: Bailey tossing Immune back into the ring and Immune is clutching his right hand. Thats his power hand too.

M: I know. I love it.

K: The Assassin doing what he does best.......with Immune's hand......up and drives his knee into Immune's hand. Immune's right hand might be broken.

M: I hope so.

K: That is not a nice thing to say. Bailey makes the cover.........



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...................................kikcout by Immune.

M: Brandon didnt want to beat him now anyway.

K: Bailey with Immune's hand...stomps on it and another stomp. Immune is in tremendous pain here. Bailey going to the second rope on the inside.......drives the forearm to the head and makes the lateral press.....




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.........................kickout by Immune.

M: Thats ok. Bailey has this whole game plan set.

K: Does he now? Bailey is up and he has Immune....gutwrench into......backbreaker. Bailey up.....drops the leg over the throat. And he does not make the cover here. This might be a mistake. The momentum has swung towards The Assassin. And this crowd is trying to get behind Immune to get him back into this match.

M: The fans are worthless.

K: Bailey with a right hand to the head and Immune is hulking up!! Look at the determination etched on the face of Immune!

M: Shut these fans up!

K: Bailey continues to pound on Immune, and Immune is making his way to his feet.; Bailey with a right and Immune blocks it and connects with a head butt sending Bailey stumbling back. Immune with a left hand and another left. Immune with Bailey.......Irishi whip............big clothesline by Immune and another and Bailey goes down again!!

M: Something awoke the animal.

K: Yes it did!! And Brandon Bailey is in trouble. Immune with a kick to the gut and he has Bailey positioned.......POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you see the impact right there?! Immune makes the cover.........



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M: PHEW!!

K: Immune was so close right there. Immune a little limited in his actions here tonight with a possible broken hand. Immune with Bailey....sends him sternum first into the corner and Bailey crashes to the mat. Immune comes over....stomps him in the head and drags him to the center of the ring. Immune is going to take a chance.

M: Almost 300lbs from the top?! NO WAY!!

K: Immune is going for The Cure!! Immune on the top rope......Bailey to his feet and leaps to the top rope...................BELLY TO BELLY FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!!

K: Can The Assassin roll over and make the cover? YES!! The cover........




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M: BAILEY WINS!

K: NO!!! Immune gets the shoudler up.

M: Damn it!

K: Referee Gevers says a 2 count only. Bailey now....signaling for The Chicago Crippler. Bailey has Immune.....turns him over and sits down.......CHICAGO CRIPPLER!! This is it!! Gut check time!

M: You mean tap out time. Bailey has it locked in center of the ring.

K: Immune has no place to go. Possible broken right hand.......30 minutes of hell he has gone through and now locked into one of the most painful submissions in wrestling today....The Chicago Crippler. The fans trying to get behind Immune.....Immune trying to inch towards those ropes.

M: They are a mile away.

K: Immune continues to struggle to move towards that bottom rope. The pain is just etched all over Immune's face. A possible broken hand and now The Chicago Crippler. How much more punishment can Immune take?

M: Not much.

K: Immune is getting closer and closer here. He is now just a foot away from the bottom rope. Immune with another pull towards the ropes and now he is but a finger's length of grabbing those ropes. One more big pull and he will have them!!

M: Oh no!! Brandon....dont let this happen.

K: Immune pulls and he has the bottom ro.......NO!!!! Bailey yanks him back to the center of the ring.

M: YEAH!! I love it!!! Now its over.

K: You might be right. How could Immune have anything left in the tank?

M: He doesnt...ring the bell.

K: The crowd has not lost faith and continues to cheer on Immune. Immune will continue to pull his way to the ropes.....he is pushing his body up and trying to use his power.......BREAKS THE HOLD!! WHAT POWER!!

M: WHAT?!

K: Immune breaks The Chicago Crippler and Bailey cannot believe it.

[Hardcastle]

M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

K: OH NO!!! The Sin City Saint has hit the ring and he has a chair. Bailey is up, as Saint climbs to the apron and Bailey sees him. Bailey comes over and grabs the chair and shoves Saint off the apron. The Sin City Saint hits the floor and Bailey now has the chair!!

M: Brandon....get your emotions under control!! The ref is right there.

K: Bailey waiting for Immune to get to his feet and Immune is up....Bailey swings......Immune turns......RIGHT HAND TO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!! The chair smacks Brandon right in the face!!!

M: But look......Immune used his broken hand!!!

K: OH NO!! Immune cannot capitalize because of his bad hand. Bailey is trying to get back to his feet, as The Sin City Saint is on the apron and the referee is trying to get him down. Bailey is getting back up and so is Immune. Bailey turns....kick to the gut by Immune. Immune setting up The Disease........Bailey counters, arm twist and into............THE CHICAGO FACE BUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: Right on the chair!!

K: Bailey pushes the chair to the floor and rolls over Immune. He makes the cover, hooking the leg, as The Sin City Saint drops to the floor.............


.........1







..............2








..............................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: YES!!!

K: Its over. The Assassin is going to score the win and he is going onto Slam next week to face Eric Hardcastle in round 2.

M: I told ya!! Intelligence prevails.

K: Sin City Saint hits the ring and is all over Bailey!! Saint is just throwing right hands right to the face of Brandon Bailey.

M: Come on referee.

K: Saint shoves Gevers to the floor. Thats going to cost him.

M: Yeah some big bucks there.

K: Saint going back to work on Bailey, as Immune is leaving the ring.

<The crowd explodes into cheers.>

M: Huh?

K: THE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eric Hardcastle has hit the ring and he The Sin City Saint are going to town on one another. Saint with a rake of the eyes......DDT by Saint. Bailey is back up and Saint kicks him in the gut. The Sin City Saint is going to town on both men here!!

M: Someone has to stop Sin City Saint.

<The arena goes pitch black. Smoke erupts from the stage and "Stronger" by Trust Company begins to play. From behind the curtain comes Gage Creed. He steps through the smoke and looks over the crowd. He enters the ring taking off his leather trench coat and staring down his opponent.>

K: OH MY GOD!!!!

M: Gage Creed!!! Thats Brandon's old running buddy!!!!

K: Gage Creed is in ROI!!!! And he and Saint are staring one another down and look at the look on the face of The Sin City Saint.

M: He looks like he is going to piss his pants.

K: This crowd is loving it. They are popping big time, as Gage Creed is inching closer and closer to The Sin City Saint. Time for Saint to pay for his sins.

M: Oh yeah!!

K: Gage is letting Saint have it verbally, as Bailey and Hardcastle are trying to get to their feet. Its going to be 3 on 1, soon enough. Bailey and Gage make contact and Bailey is smiling at Gage. Gage charges..................SPEAR.....................

M: ...........TO BAILEY?!?!?

K: WHAT?! OH NO!!! NO! NO! Don't tell me!! For the love of Pete!

M: Who's Pete?

K: Gage Creed has nailed Bailey with the spear!!! And Hardcastle attacks Creed.........Saint has Hardcastle..............SAINT's HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

M: What the hell is going on?!

K: Gage Creed has turned his back on his long time friend, Brandon Bailey and he walks over to The Sin City Saint and they embrace!!!!!!!! I cannot believe this!! You son of a bitch!!

M: We've been bamboozled.

K: The Sin City Saint and Gage Creed have pulled the wool over everyone's eyes!!! Damn it!

M: Hardcastle....Bailey. Both men are down and out. Why Gage, why?

K: Thats the question. Why has Gage Creed returned to the same place as Brandon Bailey only to turn his back on one of his best friends?! And now for the third week in a row........Hardcastle and Bailey are down and out. 3 weeks, Mean Mike.

M: Sin City Saint and Gage Creed....who would have thunk it? I dont understand this. How can The Sin City Saint continually find ways to put a competitor like Brandon Bailey down for 3 weeks straight?

K: I can't explain it. All I know is Gage Creed and The Sin City Saint are celebrating in the middle of the ring and this crowd is not happy. Mean Mike, I am being told that we are out of time. Round 2 concludes next week and we find out who is in the main event at Summer Sizzler. For Mean Mike Patric, I'm Kevin Olberman.......good night from Slam!!!!!!!!!!!!

<The screen fades to the ROI logo and then to black.>

[Justin Tyme-Can You Feel It?!?]

these results were actually pretty good Mr. Hardcastle. i am beginning to grow upon these results. now i only skimmed through this and saw about the PPV and i must say, i'm excited to be going for the North American title and it's obvious whos gonna win it *points to self*

[Hardcastle]

Dont call me Mr. Hardcastle...LOL!!!

[Bailey]

Great job despite the fact that 5 people booked didn't rp. Mean Mike was on his game tonight too. I laughed out loud like 10+ times. ;D

[miwwfke]

Nice job, Mr. Hardy Hard Hard. Ganador is still being mentioned in the results.

Hmmmm. I wonder if Ganador will make a one night appearance/match at Summer Sizzler? That would be fun.

P.S. Ref shirts fit very nice on Ganador.

P.P.S. Ganador thinks that the North American Heavyweight Champion match at Summer Sizzler would need a good ref to keep order.

P.P.P.S. Miwwfke would RP for Ganador if Ganador was a guest ref, which would add more hype for the match.

Catching my hint?

[Justin Tyme-Can You Feel It?!?]

i'm sorry for calling you Mr. Hardcastle. we all know i meant Captain Hardcastle

[Gage]

Love the results, man. Glad you could work me into the final card there. It's been a long time since I have had the pleasure of laughing at Mean Mike Patrick again. I see, Patrick has not changed one bit. Great job and keep it up.