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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:03:41 GMT -5
Thursday October 27, 2005
Bell Time: 9pm EST
From The America West Arena in Phoenix, AZ. <The screen opens with the Valor logo.The screen switches to a voice that sounds very much like James Earl Jones and images from Valor begin to reel through.> Voice: In life there is change. <There is a flash of lightning, and a sped up image of the sun setting appears and fades out.> Voice: It has been an inevitability since the dawn of time. <Lightning flashes and a sped up image of storm clouds forming fades in and out.> Voice: What was forged by legends... <Lightning flashes and an image of Brandon Bailey, Eric Hardcastle, ZMaster, and Immune appears then fades out.> Voice: Now molded by today's heroes... <Lightning flashes again, and an image of Sin City Saint, Saku, Ron Tibbs, Shane Quickenbosh, Will Dinero and The Creeper fades in and out.> Voice: Will be owned by those who will shape our future. <Lightning flashes, and an image of Voodoo, Pryme, Juba, Chad Roberts, Johnny Arsenic, and Anthony Shadows fades in and then out.> Voice: Valor...Courage and boldness, as in battle; bravery. <Flash of lightning and image of Immune winning the Valor North American Title.> Voice: Valor...Exceptional or heroic courage when facing danger. <Flash of lightning and an image of Brandon Bailey winning the Valor World Title.> Voice: A storm's brutality is only surpassed by it's beauty. <A reel of images begin flashing on the screen showing highlights from the Eric Hardcastle vs Ron Tibbs Falls Count Anywhere match. Then highlights from the Will Dinero vs Shane Quickenbosh match.> Voice: Tonight...That storm has arrived...A storm like no other...Fueled by desire...Fueled by hate...The thunder will roll...Are you prepared? <An image of multiple strikes of lightning hitting an unknown area is shown.> <The screen fades to black. Suddenly, two bolts of lightning strike from the center of the arena ceiling onto the stage. Pyros explode all over the stage, the Thursday Night Thunder theme song plays "Take it Away" by The Used and the camera cuts to ringside, where David Black and Larry Legend are seated.> DB: Ladies and Gentlemen thank you once again for tuning in to Thursday Night Thunder! I'm David Black alongside Valor's own resident genius, Larry Legend! LL: It's about damn time you started giving my intelligence some recognition Davey-Boy! DB: Yeah? well what type of genius are you? LL: The type of genius that's going to smack the lips off of your face the next time ask a smart-ass question like that. Get it?! DB: Got it. LL: Good! Now shut the hell up about me and let's get this recap show started. DB: Understood. We're just 72 hours to go until Halloween Horrors, the third ever Valor Pay Per View, kicks off. With that in mind, tonight, we want you to join us as we look back into a wild month of October. LL: Chaos, hatred, vengance, death, resurrections, new talent, new shows, sex... DB: Sex?! LL: Yes, sex...Interrupt me again and your ass will be making sweet love with my boot! DB: Sorry... LL: As I was saying...It's all here! It all happened in October, starting immediately after Valor Before Glory! DB: Let's first take a look at the events leading up to one of our preliminary matches for Halloween Horrors, Voodoo vs Pryme... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/06/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<...2 count. Voodoo picks Pryme up, but Pryme counters with a series of knife edge chops. Voodoo backs up to the ropes and holds on to keep his balance. Pryme backs up, charges in, and hits a crossbody that takes both men out of the ring. The referee starts the 10 count and gets to 8 before both men climb back into the ring. Voodoo and Pryme both get up at the same time and trade right hands. Pryme kicks Voodoo in the gut and plants him with a dangerous DDT. Pryme then climbs the top ropes and goes for a flying elbow drop, but Voodoo moves out of the way. Voodoo climbs the top rope now and goes for the Sinner's Rebellion, but misses as Pryme rolls out of the way. Pryme then uses the corner ropes to pull himself up and signals for the end. Voodoo staggers to his feet, turns, and gets hit with Prymetyme. Pryme falls on top of Voodoo and...gets the pin.>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner by pinfall...PRYME!!!
D: Helluva' match! That was one helluva' match!
L: I agree! They pulled some moves out that I've never seen before!
D: But I thought you were a genius?!
L: Even geniuses have some shortcomings Davey-boy. Hell, Einstein failed arithmatic in school!
D: OK...Genius. Hey...something's happening in the ring!
<In Ring>
<Voodoo staggers to his feet with a crazed look on his face. He grabs his hair with both hands and starts to scream. Voodoo goes to the nearest turnbuckle, kicks it, and grabs the referee by the shirt. Voodoo yells at the ref and pushes him down. Voodoo then attacks Pryme from behind, and kicks him out of the ring. Voodoo grabs the mic from Steve Bond and says...>
Voodoo: That's it! I'm sick of this! I was screwed! I kicked out and you know it! That was a fast count! This is not fair! I was screwed!
<Voodoo throws the mic down and starts to stomp and kick the bottom turnbuckle again before rolling out of the ring and yelling that he's sick of this.>DB: That was the main event during the very first Thunder show. LL: Voodoo was pissed and let out his aggression on a watered down babyface like Pryme. DB: That's not all that happened though... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/16/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
......................kickout by Pryme!!
M: Close count.
K: Quick back up and Pryme with a karate kick. Pryme with Quickenbosh....pickup and a slam. Pryme is going to the top rope........Quick nips up.....springboard.......PELE KICK!!!
M: HOLY SHI...
K: THAT WAS AMAZING!!! Pryme is down. Shane to the top rope.........QUICK SHA.....Pryme rolls out of the way and Quick rolls through. Quick turns............PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pryme is down. Quick now.........CHAIN LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!! He got'em!!!! The pin......
.....1
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........................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Incredible. Double springboard phoenix star.
K: Shane Quickenbosh picks up another big win and is establishing himself as one the perennial top conten.........
M: VOODOO!!!!!
K: MY GOD!!! Voodoo hits the ring. Voodoo is assaulting Quickenbosh. Vooodoo with a pickup and a slam. Voodoo is going to the top rope.
M: Is he going for Sinner's Rebellion?!
K: WILL DINERO!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: THE MONEY MAN!!!
K: Dinero hits the ring and Voodoo gets off the ropes and he is walking around the ring. Dinero checking in on Quickenbosh. Voodoo slides back in....kicks Dinero in the back of the head and Dinero crashes into Quick.
M: PRYME!!!
K: Pryme with a clothesline and up and over the top go Pryme and Voodoo. Both men on the floor. Pryme and Voodoo are fighting up the aisle and Valor Security have come out. This was not supposed to happen.LL: Hatred Davey-Boy...Pure hatred! DB: It would seem that's the case, but these two had one more incident last week that would finally make this match possible again... <<The screen fades to black and the date 10/20/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...> <...Shadows slowly begins to make his way towards his corner where Dinero has been anxiously awaiting a tag, but as Shadows staggers to his feet, Young jumps up to the top rope, and dives across the ring, hitting Shadows with a missle dropkick! Young quickly gets up, drags Shadows back to his corner, and proceeds to lay the boots to him. Dinero, now thouroughly digusted, jumps down from the apron, and walks to the back.>
D: Where's Dinero going?! Is he leaving his partner by himself?!
L: I think he's going to the bathroom. Figured he wasn't doing anything at the moment, and needed to relieve himself.
<A camera follows Dinero into the back as Shadows is now getting heavily worked on in the ring. Voodoo gets the tag and climbs the turnbuckle as Young holds Shadows' feet. Voodoo flips off the crowd again and hits a Sinner's Rebellion 450 onto Shadows. Young climbs out and Voodoo begins to smack Shadows around, then picks him up and drops him with a brainbuster suplex. Voodoo tags Young back in and then places the battered Shadows on the top ropes. Young climbs up and then hits The Young Gun top rope stunner that puts Shadows out for good. Instead of making the cover, Young plays to the crowd and lightly kicks Shadows in the head. Suddenly, Pryme sprints from the back in his street clothes, yanks Voodoo's feet from the ring apron, making him hit his face. Pryme then jumps up on the turnbuckle while Young's back is turned and hits a top rope bulldog. The ref calls for the bell as Pryme climbs back out of the ring and starts to trade blows with Voodoo up the ramp and to the back.>
SB: Ladies and gentlemen. The winners by disqualification...VOODOO and "THE HOTSHOT" RYAN YOUNG!!!
<Ring Side>
D: Pryme came and saved the day! If he hadn't shown up, I don't know what would've happend to Anthony Shadows.
L: I think Thunder is a breeding ground for feuds Davey-Boy. Pryme and Voodoo have been at eachother's throats for weeks as well due to their match on the very first night Thunder!DB: So there you have it people. These two have been at eachother's throats since the inception of Thunder. LL: I love it; just wish they had some size to them. Two lightweights going at it is like watching my two 4 year old nephews fighting over an Elmo doll. DB: Interesting comparison...Let's move towards another one of the matches at Halloween Horrors. |
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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:05:47 GMT -5
LL: Yeah! The Trick or Treat Triple Threat Match! Havok vs Juba vs Johnny Arsenic! The stipulation for this match is a huge secret that only the Valor bookers know...I love it already! DB: This feud has been building since the beginning of the month. Let's view what built this heated rivalry... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/06/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<The camera switches to a view of the locker room. Havok is standing there in a tattered brown shirt and blue jean shorts. He's frantically going through his bag when Juba walks in with a smirk on his face.>
Juba: Watchya' doing there Havok?
HavoK: Nothing that concerns you.
Juba: Looks like you're looking for something.
Havok: I am.
Juba: Maybe I can help.
Havok: No...I'm fine.
Juba: No, I want to help. Have you checked the locker for whatever you're looking for?
Havok: Huh? No...I haven't actually. Thanks for the suggestion.
Juba: No problem.
<Havok opens up the locker in front of him and Juba immediately shoves him into it and closes the door. As Havok bangs on the door and screams to be let out, Juba leans on the locker and laughs.>
Juba: Dumbass! That was too easy!
<Juba walks off laughing, leaving Havok trapped in the locker banging on the door to get someone's attention. The camera now goes back to the announce position.>
<In Ring>
<...Juba and Arsenic both get up and Juba goes for the clothesline again, but Arsenic ducks under, runs to the ropes, bounces off, and tries to hit a crossbody, but Juba catches him, and swings Arsenic into the Black Hole Slam. He goes for the cover...2 count...>
D: What the Hell?! Havok is coming ringside!
L: How'd he get out?!
<Havok climbs the turnbuckle, and as Juba gets up, Havok hits him with a missle dropkick in the back. The referee rings the bell and Steve Bond announces...>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by disqualification...JUBA!!!
<Havok starts to wail on the fallen Juba, and Arsenic gets up. He hears the results, and pulls Havok off of Juba. Havok pushes Arsenic and continues to pound on Juba. Arsenic pulls Havok off of Juba again and slaps him. Havok slaps Arsenic back, and they start trading blows. Juba gets up and grabs both Havok and Arsenic, but is met with two fists to the face. Arsenic and Havok continue to fight. Juba recovers, and jumps into the melee. Security runs down and breaks up the fight.>
D: WOW! Emotions run high here on Thunder! Havok no longer taking the abuse he dealt with in his adolescense!
L: Whoop his ass! Whoop his ASS!
DB: That's how it all started...Let's continue... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/13/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<...Havok throws Juba back into the ring and attempts to pick him up from the mat, but Juba gets in a low blow that the ref misses. Juba grabs the stunned Havok and hooks up, setting up for the stalling suplex salm. Juba gets Havok up, but Havok counters into a sunset flip...1, 2, 3.>
SB: The winner by pinfall...HAVOK!
DB: Retribution Larry! Havok stuns Juba! He gets a victory over one of the many demons that tormented him as a youth!
LL: I concur!
DB: So you do know what it mea...Hey! Is that a dictionary?!
LL: Ummm...uhhh...Hey Look! It's Johnny Arsenic!
DB: Nice try bu...Hey...it is Arsenic!
<<Arsenic slides into the ring and hits Havok from behind. He begins to stomp away at Havok and Juba joins in. Arsenic now tells Juba something and then goes back to stomping away on Havok. Juba climbs out of the ring and grabs the Spanish announce table. He slides it into the ring, grabs a chair, and climbs in. Arsenic picks Havok up, knees him, and irish whips him towards the waiting Juba. Havok ducks under the swinging chair from Juba, stops, and nails Juba with a superkick that smashes the chair into Juba's face. Arsenic turns around, charges, but gets caught with a drop toehold into the chair. Havok grabs the chair, pick up Arsenic, and Hank Aarons Arsenic's face with the chair. Havok sets the table up and rolls Arsenic on top of it. He then climbs the top ropes with the chair, plays to the crowd, and hits an Arabian Face Buster on to Johnny Arsenic , through the table. While Havok gathers himself, Juba is already up and hits him in the back with another chair; Havok collapses. Juba picks Havok up, grabs the second chair with his free hand, and prepares to deliver a one man con-chair-to. Suddenly, an unknown woman jumps the guardrail from the seats, and begins to plead to Juba for mercy on Havok. Juba hesitates, and then gets caught with a lowblow from the mysterious woman. As Juba writhes in pain, the woman helps Havok up, and walks him to the back.>>
DB: OH MY GAWD!!! THE CARNAGE!!!
LL: Okay Joey Styles.
DB: Sorry, but Havok cleaned house, had his clocked cleaned, and then got saved by some fan!
LL: Who the hell was she?
DB: I don't know, but I'm damn sure we'll find out soon enough.
LL: Look at the two bodies in the ring. Juba can never have kids, and Arsenic has to be broken in half! Why are the refs even trying to clean up that mess?
LL: Damn that Alora Hart is hot! DB: Aren't you worried about your possible future children? LL: Yeah...She can have them! Damn she's hot...but you wouldn't know about that would you Davey-Boy? DB: I'll just ignore that comment. Let's move on to what happened next... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/20/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<...Havok gets up and looks at the ref in disbelief before walking back over to Arsenic and picking him up by the hair, he whips him across the ring into the corner and runs at him and hits him with an elbow to the face. Arsenic shakes his head and holds it in pain but before he can regain his composure he is whipped into the opposite turnbuckle and as he stumbles out he is hit in the face with a drop kick by Havok. Arsenic falls into the turnbuckle again. Havok climbs up the ropes and hits him with a Tornado DDT. Havok then he climbs back to the top rope and watches as Arsenic slowly climbs to his feet. When he is fully up Arsenic dives off the ropes and goes for a cross body, but Arsenic catches him with a Dishonorable Discharge Superkick. Arsenic falls on top of Havok for the cover but Alora Hart has the referee distracted. Arsenic gets up and grabs Alora by the hair, but Havok sneaks up behind and rolls Arsenic up in the school boy pin, One. . . Two . . . Three!>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by pinfall...HAVOK!!!
D: Havok with the big win!!
L: Alora sure is handy in a pinch!
<Arsenic gets up, pushes away Alora Hart who is holding Havok's hand up in victory, Canadian Effect DDT's Havok, and stomps the living hell out of him. At the same time, Juba runs down to the ring and scares Alora Hart away before jumping into the ring. He makes eye contact with Arsenic, and they both stomp Havok senseless. Arsenic begins to celebrate, but Juba hits a monstrous clothesline. As Juba starts talking trash to both of the fallen men, Alora Hart climbs back into the ring and catches Juba with a low blow from behind that cripples him. She then drags the limp Havok out of the ring as security comes from the back to clear out the fallen bodies.>
D: Tempers have hit an all time high between these three men!
L: It's pure hate now Davey-Boy! That's all it is. No spirit of competition, or respect for your fellow man...just pure, unbridled, unadulturated hate!
D: Just a moment ladies and gentlemen. President Steven Lynch has made his way out to the ramp with a microphone.
<On the entrance ramp.>
SL: For the last three weeks I've witnessed these three men try to kill eachother for unknown reasons. I'm tired of matches being broken up, cleaning up broken bodies, and the disorder you three have caused on this show. To remedy this situation, I've decided to put the three of you in a NO DQ Triple Threat match at Halloween Horrors. You can now kill eachother in a sanctioned match and stop wasting air time.
<Ringside>
L: Big announcement from the Valor President.
D: That is going to be a wild match on a wild night. I can't wait!
L: Me neither Davey-Boy and neither can those three men!
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/23/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
M: WHAT THE?!
K: Thats Arsenic. Arsenic has entered the ring and Juba turns.........FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!! Arsenic is putting out the fire known as Juba. This place is breaking down. Chaos is ensuing. Arsenic with a chair. He sets it up.
M: Whats he doing here?
K: I dont know. Arsenic has that chair setup and is now setting up for a.....PILEDRIVER?!?!?! MY GOD!!! We have got to get some security down here. Juba could have his neck snapped right here tonight.
M: HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: Havok hits the ring and he begins to brawl with Arsenic. Havok with the Irish whip....countered by Arsenic....kick to the gut. Arsenic grabs Havok..........POWERBOMB ONTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Here comes security!
K: It is absolute chaos. Havok could have a broken neck...
DB: So there you have it...Three men who absolutely want to destroy eachother at all costs to themselves and anyone else around them. LL: Do I have to say it again moron?! It's hatred! Pure hatred! DB: Are you ok? LL: When I want to confide my feeling in a fence straddling panty waste like yourself, I'll call you. Until that time...shut up and move on! DB: You can't talk to me like that! LL: Aww...Did I hurt the baby's feelings?! How about a nice warm glass of SHUT THE HELL UP?! DB: Fine...let's keep it moving. LL: Smart move... |
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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:07:14 GMT -5
DB: This next match has been building since Valor Before Glory between two of the most exciting Jr. Heavyweights in Valor today! One epitomizes the honor and pride of this great business, and the other... LL:...The other is about the flash, money, and women that flood this industry. "Lightning Quick" Shane Quickenbosh is a pansy and too old school for his own good. "The Money Man" Will Dinero is and has been way ahead of his time. DB: Let's take a look at the events that have kept this entertaining rivalry going strong... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/2/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
M: HOLY SHI........
K: THATS RIGHT!!!! Listen to this crowd. Dinero grabs Oriley....springs to the top rope....Tornado DDT. Follows up.......3 Social Classes!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: He could have him.
K: Dinero does not make the cover. Instead he is setting him up for The Depression. Oriley stumbles to his feet........DINERO.........DEPRESSION!!!!
M: Nighty night.
K: Oriley has it scouted.....backbod...........Dinero to his feet. Oriley turns..............STOCKMARKET DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cover...........
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M: DINERO WINS!
K: Quickenbosh and Dinero come out victorious here tonight!!!! And you were worried about them not getting along. PSH!
M: I didnt think they could, Olberman. I really didnt.
K: Well, they did. Dinero rolls out of the ring and he is headed up the aisle. Quickenbosh bowing in front of this capacity crowd. He is showing his appreciation to the fans, as they have shown to him.
M: Havok hits the ring and he attacks Quickenbosh!
K: Havok attacking Quickenbosh. He and Oriley are double teaming Shane.
M: Dinero is half way up the ramp.
K: He doesn't see any of this. But Oriley and Havok are unleashing hell on Quick. Havok from the top...........Wrecking HAVOK!!!!!!!!!!!!! He just creamed Quickenbosh! We gotta get some help out here.
M: These fans want Dinero...but Dinero is backstage already.
K: Here comes Anthony Shadows and Pryme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Havok and ORiley scatter.
K: Thank God for Shadows and Pryme. How could Dinero turn his back on Quickenbosh?!
M: He didn't. He just didnt see what happened.
DB: That was the Sunday following Valor Before Glory, let's continue... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/13/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<...Voodoo attempts a back suplex, but Dinero rolls over and locks in The Depression. Voodoo tries to fight out, but Dinero has it locked on tight. Voodoo's eyes start to close and the ref grabs Voodoo's hand. He lifts it in the air...drops. The ref grabs Voodoo's hand again and lifts it in the air...drops. The ref lifts Voodoo's hand again...stays up. Voodoo, still locked in the hold, runs towards the turnbuckle in an attempt to break the hold, but Dinero locks it in even tighter. After a few moments, Voodoo's body goes completely limp, and the ref calls for the bell.>>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner by submission..."The Money Man" Will Dinero!!!
LL: Whooo! Never bet against Money Davey-Boy!
DB: I didn't, but I wasn't disappointed...That was a great match!
LL: Hold up! It's not over yet...Voodoo is back on his feet!
<<Voodoo gets up with a crazed look on his face. He looks left and right at the crowd, then at the celebrating Dinero. Voodoo charges and hits Dinero in the back with a running knee. Voodoo picks Dinero up, hits a quick Brainbuster, then follows up with a Sinner's Rebellion 450 splash. Voodoo climbs the ropes again and hits another. As Dinero clutches his midsection in pain, Voodoo climbs the turnbuckle again for another. Suddenly, "Lightning Quick" Shane Quickenbosh darts from the back.>>
DB: It's Quickenbosh!!!
LL: What's he doing here?! He wasn't even scheduled...Hell, he supposed to be in California now!
<<Voodoo sees Quickenbosh and quickly leaves the ring as Shane slides in. Voodoo circles around he outside just pointing and talking smack, while Shane attends to the fallen Dinero.>>
LL: Quickenbosh saved Dinero? Go figure!
DB: That's because he's a true class act!...
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/16/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
K: ......................kickout by Pryme!!
M: Close count.
K: Quick back up and Pryme with a karate kick. Pryme with Quickenbosh....pickup and a slam. Pryme is going to the top rope........Quick nips up.....springboard.......PELE KICK!!!
M: HOLY SHI...
K: THAT WAS AMAZING!!! Pryme is down. Shane to the top rope.........QUICK SHA.....Pryme rolls out of the way and Quick rolls through. Quick turns............PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pryme is down. Quick now.........CHAIN LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!! He got'em!!!! The pin......
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M: Incredible. Double springboard phoenix star.
K: Shane Quickenbosh picks up another big win and is establishing himself as one the perennial top conten.........
M: VOODOO!!!!!
K: MY GOD!!! Voodoo hits the ring. Voodoo is assaulting Quickenbosh. Vooodoo with a pickup and a slam. Voodoo is going to the top rope.
M: Is he going for Sinner's Rebellion?!
K: WILL DINERO!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: THE MONEY MAN!!!
K: Dinero hits the ring and Voodoo gets off the ropes and he is walking around the ring. Dinero checking in on Quickenbosh. Voodoo slides back in....kicks Dinero in the back of the head and Dinero crashes into Quick.
M: PRYME!!!
K: Pryme with a clothesline and up and over the top go Pryme and Voodoo. Both men on the floor. Pryme and Voodoo are fighting up the aisle and Valor Security have come out. This was not supposed to happen.
M: Well it did. Wait a minute. Trouble in the ring.
K: Quickenbosh and Dinero having a war of words here.
M: Dinero was not happy that Quickenbosh came out at the end of his match on Thunder.
K: And looks like Quickenbosh is not happy that Dinero came out at the end of his here on Slam. Both men are coming to a face to face confrontation. Valor Security coming to the ring to make sure this does not come to blows. LL: Respect...HA! Dinero respects Quickenbosh as much as I respect you. DB: Huh? What's that supposed to mean? LL: Figure it out jack ass! Besides, there's more to this match... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/20/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
SB: Ladies and gentlemen. The winners by disqualification...VOODOO and "THE HOTSHOT" RYAN YOUNG!!!
<Ring Side>
DB: Pryme came and saved the day! If he hadn't shown up, I don't know what would've happend to Anthony Shadows.
LL: I think Thunder is a breeding ground for feuds Davey-Boy. Pryme and Voodoo have been at eachother's throats for weeks as well due to their match on the very first night Thunder!
DB: <Touching his earpiece.> I'm getting word that the camera has caught up with Dinero in the back and he's not alone! Shane Quickenbosh has confronted him!
LL: WHAT!?
<In the back area.>
Quickenbosh: Will...what the hell is wrong with you?! You can't leave your partner like that in the ring?!
Dinero: <In Shane's face.> So what?! Shadows isn't up to the Gold Standard like I thought he would be. He embarassed me out there, so I left him to the wolves.
Quickenbosh: Listen...I don't know what your problem is, but I don't like it. I helped you out last week and you got in my face. You left your partner hanging. You may have learned how to get rich, but you haven't learned any gratitude.
Dinero: I do what I want When I want. I didn't ask for your help because I didn't need it, I didn't ask for a partner because I don't want one...Just like I don't need your advice now. If that's a problem for you, then do something about it.
Quickenbosh: Maybe I will...
<Security rush between both men before anything further can happen and Dinero walks towards the locker room as Quickenbosh stands there, staring him down.>
DB: The following Sunday we got a match signed...and then some! <The screen fades to black and the date 10/23/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<Lynch's office>
WD: President Lynch, sir. After what happened at Thunder, I implore you to please honor my request.
<Lynch sits up from his desk.>
SL: Mr. Dinero, you make an interesting proposition.
<A knock is heard at the door. President Lynch turns to open the door and Shane Quickenbosh comes walking into Lynch's office.>
SQ: Mr. President, you wanted to see me?
<Dinero becomes angry.>
WD: What the hell is he doing here?!
SQ: I was just going to ask you the same thing, Dinero.
WD: I'm here to get what I deserve......a REMATCH FROM VALOR BEFORE GLORY!
<Quickenbosh smiles.>
SQ: You want a rematch? You sure you want another strike in the loss column?
<Dinero walks right up into Quickenbosh's face.>
SL: Hey, hey! You two need to remain calm. I have 2 security guards right outside these doors. I will not hesistate to suspend both of you. Now, its pretty obvious that the two of you want to get into that ring again pretty damn bad. And I know Valor fans would just love to see it happen. So tell ya what.....I'm gonna make the match. But its not gonna be just any match. No, no. At Halloween Horrors, its gonna be a Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal Match! Before this match starts, I will spin a wheel with a number of different matches listed. Whatever it lands on is whatever kind of match you are going to have. It could be a steel cage match. It could be a coal miner's glove match. It could be a falls count anywhere match. A last man standing match. A submission match. Perhaps a tables match. I guess you just wont know till Halloween Horrors. Good luck gentlemen!
<Dinero and Quickenbosh continue to lock eyes. Dinero turns to President Lynch.>
WD: Thank you sir. I won't let you down.
<Dinero turns to Quickenbosh and slaps him across the face. Security comes busting into the office, restraining both men. Quickenbosh, for the first time, seems to have become very angry. Screen fades back to ringside.>
K: WOW!! Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal.
M: Cage match. Falls count anywhere. Last Man Standing?!
K: Thats what he said.
M: What if the wheel lands on a lingerie pillow fight?!
K: WHAT?!
M: Yeah....President Lynch said a number of different matches. It could be a lingerie pillow fight.
K: Somehow I dont think so. With those two technicians.....I dont think a lingerie pillow fight is going to be on the menu...
LL: That Mean Mike is hilarious...my kind of guy! DB: I'll bet. LL: Remember what I said the consequences would be for smart ass comments like that?! Clear your books tonight Davey-Boy...your ass and my size 14 boot have a date! DB: Sorry, but I didn't mean it that way. LL: No backing out now fence straddler! Keep it moving! DB: <mumbling> Gotta' make sure I leave with security tonight... LL: What? DB: Huh? Oh, I said let's move on to the main event for Sunday Night! LL: YEAH!!! HATE!!! I love it! DB: Let's take you to how it all went down...starting with Valor Before Glory! |
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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:10:10 GMT -5
<The screen fades to black and the date 9/25/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<K: Zmaster really feeling the adrenaline pumping and is headed for the top, bad wheel and all. Bailey trying to get to his feet. Zmaster perched. Bailey turns...........CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZMaster connects. The cover................
.....1
............2
..............................3!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: WHAT?!
K: Foot on the rope. Bailey got his foot on the rope. WOW!! Good call by the offical. Zmaster pulling the straps down. Zmaster feeling the strength from the crowd. He signals for The Death Sentence. Zmaster hobbles over. He grabs Bailey. In the setup............
M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!
K: Saint has hit the ring. Zmaster sees him......right hand off the apron and Saint goes flying to the floor.
M: DA MAN!!!
K: Ron Tibbs hits the ring................REALIT..........Zmaster side steps it..........CLOTHESLINE AND OVER THE TOP GOES TIBBS!!!!
M: NOOO!!!! The calvary. Not the calvary.
K: Its over Mean Mike. Brandon Bailey's reign as the World Champion comes to an end here tonight.
M: REFEREE!!!!!
K: Bailey just knocked the referee down from behind. The ref takes a tumble to the floor. Zmaster sees Bailey....spins him around...kick to the gut. DEATH SENTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There it is!!!!
M: No ref.
K: Wait...referee is beginning to stir. Zmaster makes the cover......1.........2..........3..........4..........5.........6........7.........8....9.....10. Count all day....this one is over.
M: Referee is still hurting. Tibbs has a chair.
K: Tibbs is coming into the ring with a chair. Zmaster does not see him.
<Crowd explodes into cheers.>
M: What are the humanoids che.......
K: IMMUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its Immune!! Immune hits the ring.......he slides underneath the bottom rope between Tibbs and Zmaster. Tibbs swings and Immune grabs the chair in the air. He yanks it away from Tibbs. Immune goes to swing and Tibbs takes off to the floor. Zmaster is up and he sees Immune. Immune has come to the Zmaster's rescue and Zmaster realizes it. They embrace. Zmaster telling Immune to get the ref.
M: That dumb ox!!!
K: Zmaster's long time friend and associate Immune is here to help the challenger....the soon to be World Champion. Zmaster with Bailey in position for another Death Sentence. Immune turns..........WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT!?!?!? OH MY GOD!!!!! THE CHAIR TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF ZMASTER!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!!!! Immune is the smartest man on the planet.
K: Immune has turned on his longtime friend. Immune has turned his back on Zmaster and all his fans!! That son of bitch!! Look what you have done. Immune is not done either. Immune with a stunned Zmaster.....chair right into the knee cap of Zmaster. Immune tosses the chair to the floor and grabs the ref. Noel Gevers rolled back into the ring, as Brandon Bailey drapes an arm over the chest of Zmaster. Please come on. It should not end like this.
M: But it will, Olberman. It ends the way it should.....Brandon Bailey on top for the 1...2....3.
K: Referee in position and the cover...................
...........1
.....................2
..........................PLEASE GOD NO............3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Zmaster rolls the shoulder!~! Zmaster rolled the shoulder up and its not over!!!! This crowd is buzzing. Zmaster is not dead. Not by a long shot.
M: I cant believe this. That referee is bogus. He cant even count to 3. Get a new ref.
K: Immune is upset. He is beside himself. Bailey is shocked. Bailey to his feet. He has Zmaster. Zmaster just about out of it.
M: Gevers is still groggy. He isnt even watching the match.
K: Gevers is trying to clear the cobwebs. Bailey with Zmaster now...............CHICAGO FACE BUST..........BLOCKED!!! Zmaster has it scouted. Zmaster instead with a stright right hand and he grabs Bailey. Death Sentence Time. He will try it again. Zmaster has him up......stumbles back towards the ropes.......
M: WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: OH NO!!!! Immune nails Zmaster in the bad knee with that chair again!!!! Zmaster falls to the mat. Bailey back up......CHICAGO FACE BUSTER!!!!! Bailey slumps in the corner.
M: The Sin City Saint telling the ref to get over there and do his job.
K: Referee turns and Bailey rolls him up...............
......1
.............2
......................................BAILEY HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES..................
...........................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!
K: Its over. Somehow, Brandon Bailey hatched a plan and has retained the World Heavyweight Championship.
M: I love it. I told you Olberman. I told you. Bailey is never going to lose that belt.
K: Brandon Bailey needed the help from 3 other men to beat Zmaster. He couldn't do it on his own. And one of those 3 is Immune. A man that Zmaster has been friends with for so damn long. I am so dissapointed in Immune. You rotten son of a bitch! I hope you rot in hell!!
M: So jealous.
K: You stole from your best friend. You crushed his dream. I hope you're proud of yourself. I hope you can sleep at night. You son of a bitch!!
M: Calm down Olberman!
K: I can't. This was Zmaster's night. This was the night he was to become champion and that son of a bitch stole it from it. Have you no soul you rotten son of a bitch?!
M: Immune did what needed to be done. He has inserted himself with the most powerful force on the planet......The Impact Players. Immune is an Impact Player!
K: He's a son of a bitch!!!! I hate his stinking guts! Look at those 4 despicable pieces of crap. They are so damn proud of themselves. They are standing over the beaten body of Zmaster. It took 4 of you to beat him down. All 4 of you. Cuz not one of you could actually beat him 1 on 1. The fans are beginning to toss garbage into the ring.
M: Get security.
K: The ring is filling up with garbage. Get these guys out of here. I don't want to see their ugly mugs.>
DB: That's how it all started...now we're going to show you a group of highlights that summarize the insane amount of drama this month between these superstars... <The screen fades to black and the date 10/2/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
<Saku reaches up and slaps Immune across the face, as the crowd pops. Immune snaps his head back, as Ron Tibbs comes out of no where and lands a Reality Check to Saku, sending Saku crashing through the curtain and to the cement floor. Gene Anderson scatters, as Immune stands over Saku with a huge smile on his face. He pats Tibbs on the back, as security comes in and pushes Immune and Tibbs out of the scene. Screen fades back to ringside.>
K: OH MY GOD!! Saku just got clobbered by Ron Tibbs!
M: DA MAN!
K: Unresolved issues between Immune and Saku still..........
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/2/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
.....Creeper follows him and.....BIG CLOTHESLINE!!!! He levels Immune. Immunbe back to his feet and Creeper sees him.....pick up......ARGENTINE BACK BREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!
K: Creeper signals for the end. This captacity crowd can feel it. They know the end is coming.
M: Shut up Olberman!
K: Creeper has Immune setup now. The double underhook.......
M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: What the hell is the # 1 contender doing here?!
M: Saint on the apron.
K: Creeper sees him and clobbers Saint....sending Saint crashing to the mat. Immune to his feet and Creeper turns..........SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INCREDIBLE!!!!
M: Its not over.
K: No, not yet. The Sin City Saint is able to distract Creeper long enough to save Immune. Immune is trying to get his wits about him. Immune is up and clobbers Creeper with a right hand and another. Immune with a kick to the gut.....could it be the Disease.....Creeper has it scouted and sends Immune into the ropes.......backbody drop.........OVER THE TOP!!!!! Immune goes sailing over the top rope and to the floor.
M: DAMN IT!!!
K: The Impact Players are rocked now. Immune climbing back on the apron. Creeper sees him and connects with a big right. Creeper now gonna suplex Immune back in. Creeper with Immune up......the power of Creeper.....THE POWER!!!!
M: SAINT!!!!!!!!!!
K: Saint trips the leg of Creeper and Immune comes crashing down ontop of The Creeper into a pin. The Sin City Saint holding on to that leg.............
.......1
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....................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!
M: Olberman....I told you!! I so told you!!! The million dollar plan.
K: The Creeper has been screwed out of his North American Title. Referee Gevers hands Immune the North American Title!!! Can you believe this?! The Sin City Saint is in the ring and he holds the hand of Immune up and Creeper sees it and he grabs Saint and tosses him into the corner. Creeper unloading with right hands and left hands. Immune from behind..........WHAM!!!! He nails Creeper from behind with the NA Title.
M: Yeah. Hit'em again Immune!
K: A double team on The Creeper by Saint and Immune.
M: BEat his ass down!
K: The Creeper is in trouble, as Saint and Immune are double teaming Creeper.......LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!!!!!!!! ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: WHAT THE HELL?!?
K: Zmaster hits the ring and Saint comes right over and Zmaster begins to unload on him with right hands.....clothesline and over the top goes Saint to the floor. Immune from behind with the belt and nails Zmaster!!!!
M: YEAH!
K: Zmaster feels no pain and turns and sees Immune. Immune is shocked. Immune takes off, as Zmaster chases him. Immune and The Sin City Saint are headed up the aisle, as Zmaster cleans house!!!! Mean Mike, the Impact Players are taking over. They now have all the gold!!!! And they have the # 1 contender for the North American Title.
M: You can't stop'em. The Impact Players are the most well oiled machine I have seen since the early Horsemen. They cannot be stopped.
K: They are starting to make a believer out of me. Wait....I am being told there is an argument going on in the parking garage. Lets take you out there!!
<The screen fades to the parking garage, under the Broome County Arena. Right next to the entrance to the garage is Eric Hardcastle and Brittney Bailey. Hardcastle and Brittney are having a heated discussion. Eric grabs Brittney by the arm, but Brittney pushes him off, points at him and turns to walk away. Eric shakes his head and can only watch, as she begins to walk away from him, possibly forever. She walks past the entrance way, as we hear a set of tires screeching. Eric looks over and sees the same golden Cadillac that once tried to run Brittney down before. Eric takes off........diving in front of the car, pushing Brittney to safety. Eric goes flipping up into the air, smacking into the windshield, cracking the windshield and flipping over the roof of the car, smacking into the trunk and landing behind the car. Brittney is laying to the side of the car, as she sees Eric laying on the cement floor. She begins to crawl towards him.>
BB: Oh my God! Eric? Er.....Eric?
<Brittney continues to crawl towards Eric, who is laying on the cement floor. As she comes within a few feet of him, she bursts into tears. She rushes to Eric's side, as she notices a pool of blood laying underneath Eric's head.>
BB: Oh my God!!! Eric?!?! Honey? Eric.....please. Oh God! Eric?! NO!
<Brittney begins crying hysterically. She bends down to kiss his forehead. She notices blood bleeding from him abdominal area. Eric lyes somewhat stiil, as Brittney coddles Eric.>
BB: You're gonna be ok. Oh God! There's so much blood.
<Zmaster comes rushing into the scene. Zmaster has a cell phone and calls 911. Zmaster places the emergency call.>
ZM: I just called for an ambulance. Just try and relax. Its gonna be ok.
<Zmaster walks over to the driver side door of the Cadillac and opens the door. He reaches in and yanks out..................no one. The inside of the vehicle is empty. Zmaster does reach over to the passenger side seat where the Valor World Heavyweight Title is lying. Zmaster lifts the title belt out. Olberman and Patrick arrive on the scene, along with other wrestlers from the locker room.>
BB: Zmaster....where's the ambulance? Eric needs to get to the hospital.
<Zmaster pounds the roof of the car, leaving the World Title on the roof. Zmaster looks down at Brittney and grabs his cell phone. He places another call to 911. Eric looks up at Brittney. Brittney stares intently into the eyes of Eric, who can only stare back, as his eye lids begin to close slowly.>
EH: When I look at you............I see forever.
<Eric's eyes slowly roll into the back of his head, as his eye lids come to a close.>
BB: Eric, please. Eric?! Eric?! Damn it...NO!! Eric!!!!!
<Eric is fading quickly, as the ambulance sirens can be heard and the ambulance pulls to the entrance of the garage. The Med. team leaps from the ambulance and head right to Eric to try and aide him. The camera looks over the roof of the Cadillac to see that the World Title is now gone, as the screen fades to the Valor logo and then out.>
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/9/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
...Tibbs now with Saku in the double underhook. Wait....Saku escapes, spins, BACKSLIDE!!!!!!!!!!
....1
......2
.........................3!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: WHAT!?!
K: 3!! That was 3. Saku sneaks out a victory with a backslide!!!!
M: No way!
K: Tibbs back on his feet and he is pissed. Tibbs has Esher....tosses him to the floor. He is gonna get heavily fined for that!
M: Saku trying to get up.
K: Tibbs grabs him........PACKAGE PILEDRIVER BY TIBBS!!!! He could have broken Saku's neck!!!!
M: The Man to the floor.
K: Tibbs looking underneath the apron. What is he looking for?
M: A weapon.
K: A TABLE!!!! Tibbs has that table and he is in the ring with it. Tibbs setting the table up in the corner. Saku is out. Completely and totally. Tibbs places the table in the corner and he stands Saku up.
M: Sort of. Saku is half dead.
K: Tibbs turns...................REALITY CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!
M: Thats it. Saku's career has to be over now.
K: 2 Valor Security Guards have hit the ring..........REALITY CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out goes one. Tibbs grabs the other.....headbutt. Tibbs with the security guard.....PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Tibbs has lost it.
K: Yes he has. Tibbs is going to be heavily, heavily fine. In fact, he might be suspended for these actions. Tibbs is out in front of us now. Get this nut away from me!
M: I wouldn't say that too loud, if I were you.
K: Tibbs reaches under the ring and he has another table.
M: Olberman, why do they always have these tables under the ring? If Valor didnt want people to use them, dont stack them under the ring.
K: Tibbs places that table in the corner. He couldnt possibly be trying another Reality Check through the table?!
<Crowd pops>
M: I think......
K: ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes The Master of Execution!!! Tibbs hightails it out of there, as he wants no part of Zmaster. Zmaster checking on the condition of Saku.
M: Whats there to check on? He aint moving.
<Later that night>
............Immune scoops up Zmaster.............BODY SLAM!!!! Immune goes back to his corner, as Zmaster looking to crawl to his corner.
M: The Sin City Saint makes the tag to Immune and Zmaster tags in The Creeper.
K: Immune gets blasted with a huge right hand and another. Scoop by The Creeper........TOMBSTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: OH NO!!
K: The Creeper now again signals for Darkness. Immune is staggering to his feet......Creeper with the kick to the gut. Caught by Immune. Immune spins The Creeper.........THE DISEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: Immune staggers back and The Sin City Saint tags himself in.
M: HUH?!
K: Immune is not happy. Zmaster can't take it anymore and here he comes!!! Zmaster with a clothesline and over the top rope goes Immune. Zmaster to the floor and the war is on out on the floor.
M: SAINT's HONOR!!!!!
K: OH GOD!!! Saint hit The Saint's Honor. He makes the cover...........
........1
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.............................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: Damn it!!! Zmaster and Immune are brawling all the way up the aisle. These two are far from settling it, but The Sin City Saint has stolen the victory here tonight....
<Later that night.>
K: Bailey now signaling for the Chicago Face Buster. He grabs Quick.....Quick counters and rolls............LIGHTNING LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: NOOOOOOOO!!!
K: Dead center of the ring. Can Quickenbosh make the champion submit?! Can he do it? Bailey screaming in a lot of pain. The champion's reign is in trouble, right here, right now.
M: Fight it Brandon! Stryker, help Brandon!
K: What can Bailey do? What can Stryker do? Quick pours on the pressure. The champion in a lot of trouble here.
M: MIKE!!! Get in there!
K: Here comes The Sin City Saint!!!!!!!!!
M: Thank God!
K: Quickenbosh sees him.........springboard dropkick and down to the floor goes Saint. Bailey back to his knees........LIGHTNING WARLOCK!!!!!!!!!!! He creamed Bailey. Quick with the cover.........
....1
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........................foot is on the rope.
M: Ring awareness and Mike Stryker is sure to point that out to the ref.
K: Of course he is. Bailey is hurt and is trying to get to his feet. Quickenbosh, obviously frustarated, as he felt he had that pin. He turns back to Bailey and Bailey rakes the eyes of Quick. Bailey now with the Irish whip........reversed by Quick and............REFEREE DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! Bailey smashes right into Gevers and Gevers falls to the floor!
M: Man down! Man down!
K: Quickenbosh set.......Bailey turns.............PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!! Bailey goes down and Quickenbosh to the top rope.............LIGHTNING STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Springboard, tumbleweed, 450!!! He has him.....1.....2.....3.....count all day.
M: Ooops......no ref.
K: Quickenbosh has Bailey down for the count! Saint comes into the ring and he attacks Quickenbosh. Saint with straight right hands. The Irish whip by Saint....ducks the clothesline......PALM STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saint goes down. Bailey rolls to the floor and he is trying to grab a chair.
M: Mike help him!
K: Saint rolls to the floor. Quickenbosh takes off..............TOPE CON HILO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quick lands on his feet and takes out The Sin City Saint!!! Incredible! Bailey is in the ring and he has that chair, covered up. Quick rolling back into the ring.
M: Stryker is helping the referee to his feet.
K: Gevers trying to get his wits about him. Quick comes back in and Bailey is going to nail him.
M: WHAT?!
K: Stryker has come over and he grabs the chair and he won't let Brandon use it. Quickenbosh getting closer and Bailey yanks it away from Stryker. He swings.......
..........Quick ducks the chair shot......spinning roundhouse kick and down goes Bailey. Quickenbosh has the chair now!!!! The crowd is on their feet. Bailey slow to his feet and Quick with the chair...............BARRY BONDS EAT YOUR HEART OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Stryker you fool!!! What the hell were you doing?!??!?!
K: Stryker, I think was trying to keep this match fair. Bailey just ate that chair! Quickenbosh tosses the chair to the floor. Quickenbosh up and is awaiting Bailey to get to his feet. What could Quick be looking for?
M: Stryker punch Gevers!
K: Quickenbosh pointing to the sky and starts to get the ban tuned up!!!! Shane Quickenbosh is calling for Eric Hardcastle's Showstopper.
M: Saint is up and......NOOO!!! Stryker just yanked Saint off the apron.
K: Shane is going to superkick his way to the World Heavyweight Title!!!! This is Quickenbosh's night! Bailey to his feet........................SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! YES! YES!
M: Damn it!! Damn Stryker!!
K: Ian Anile comes racing down to the ring. Quickenbosh makes the cover and there's the count...............
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....................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
K: YES! YES! YES! YES! Do you believe in miracles?! Shane Quickenbosh!!!!! We have a NEW World Heavyweight Champion!!!!
M: No this is wrong. So damn wrong! Mike Stryker, you turn coat!
K: Shane Quickenbosh dedicated this title win to Eric Hardcastle and how fitting!! How fitting that Quickenbosh uses Hardcastle's finisher to win his first World Heavyweight Championship!!! What an amazing night. Ian Anile raising the hand of Shane Quickenbosh and Quickenbosh falls to his knees in tears, holding the Valor World Title. Amazing! Simply amazing.
M: This is total crap! This is all Mike Stryker's fault.
K: Referee Gevers coming into the ring and he............WHAT?! Gevers yanks the World Title from Quickenbosh. Gevers hands the title to.........BAILEY?!?!? What the......WHAT?!??!?!
M: YES!!!! Bailey wins via disqualification!!!
K: Gevers saw the chair....shot. No. No. No. Bailey brought the chair into the ring.
M: Yeah....well Quickenbosh used it. Not Bailey.
K: Only because of Mike Stryker.
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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:10:30 GMT -5
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/16/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
SL: Thank you Brittney. I realize how difficult this must be for you. Right now, we are gonna hear from Eric's biggest opponent, the Valor World Heavyweight Champion........"The Assassin" Brandon Bailey.
<The crowd boos.>
SL: Please! Please! This isn't about what Brandon may or may not do. This isn't about personal opinions. This is about celebrating a life. So I ask you to please keep your personal feelings aside.
<Crowd boos even louder.>
SL: Brandon, the microphone is yours.
<Brandon walks over to the podium. He shrugs Lynch away.>
Bailey: I still don't know why I'm here doin' this fa' Eric. I don't know why I was picked ta' even say anything. Afta' all tha' slanderous words, tha' pain, sufferin', and humiliation that I've caused him. Hell, I tried to ruin his career. I spit in his face after tryin' ta' shove his teeth down his throat with a steel chair. Friends close, and enemies closa' huh?
<Bailey looks at Brittney and smiles.>
Bailey: So here I go; Hardcastle's worst enemy, about ta' deliver tha' eulogy.
<Brandon takes sip of water from the glass on the podium, clears his throat, and says...>
Bailey: Who was Eric Hardcastle? People know him, but they didn't really know him. Not like I did. Ya' neva' really know a man unless ya' had tha' chance ta' face him in a fight. Afta' many battles wrought with sweat, pain, hate, and blood, I've come ta' learn who Eric Hardcastle was. Eric Hardcastle was...tha'...PIECE OF S**T THAT I ALWAYS SAID HE WAS!!!
<Screen fades to Olberman and Patrick. Olberman's face explodes into anger. Mean Mike Patrick reaches over, holding Olberman back. The crowd erupts into boos. President Steven Lynch and Zmaster get up, as Immune and Ron Tibbs stand next to Bailey, keeping Zmaster and Lynch at bay.>
Bailey: Did ya' actually think that I gave two F***s about whether Hardcastle lived or died?! If ya' did, ya' dumba' than I thought. Hardcastle was nothin' but a pain in my ass since day one. I've neva' liked him, and all that talk about respect was nothin' but a lie. Why should I respect him? What has he done that would allow tha' honor of earnin' my respect? Nothin'. All he did was get my naive sista' ta' fall fa' him.
<Looks at Brittney.>
Bailey: Tha' one person that loved only me. Britt, you were my only true fan, and you were tha' only person I could turn ta'. Ya' could've dated anyone else, but ya' had ta' pick that dead son of a bitch! Ya' had ta' pick tha' one wrestla' that I hated more than anything in this world. Now look at him! Look at that piece of garbage! He's dead, but now he's actually useful because he'll be fertalizin' tha' cemetary lawn.
<Brandon spits on the ground. Brandon makes a motion to the entrance way. Suddenly, 6 men cloaked in black hooded gowns appear. They are pushing a large casket down the aisle. They roll the casket behind the ring, by the announcers. The 6 mystery men climb into the ring. Brandon takes the micrphone out of the podium. He walks over in front of Brittney.>
BB: So you must be wondering what exactly is in the casket? You must be wondering how I could do this ta ya?! I tell ya, Brit! Since ya miss ta son of a bitch so much..........I went and had him dug up for you!!! Tats right......I had Eric Hardcastle dug up!!
<Brandon walks over to the back of the ring, knocking over the wreath and some flowers. He spits on the casket.>
Bailey: He's dead, gone, and outta' my hair fa' good. Tha' constant pain in tha' ass is gone and it feels so damn good! I feel alive again and on top of tha' world. So join me in a hymn ta' commemorate tha' moment...Na Na Na Na! Na Na Na Na! Hey Hey Hey! GOOOOOD BYYYYYYYYYE! Na Na Na Na! Na Na Na Na! Hey Hey Hey! GOOOOOD BYYYYYYYYYE!
<He walks back over to Brittney, who has stood up now, laughing in her face. Brittney's face turns red and she takes swing at Brandon. Brandon grabs her hand and pushes her down to the ground. Mike Stryker leaps from his seat and grabs the micrphone from Brandon.>
MS: That's it!!! Enough is enough, Brandon! What the hell are you doing?! Have you completely lost it?
<Brandon stares at Mike.>
MS: A man is dead. HE'S DEAD!!!! Have you no heart? No soul?!
<Brandon grabs the micrphone back.>
BB: After last week, maybe I should be asking you that question? I mean, you almost cost me ta World Title. You think I didn't take notice?! But you know.....I'm a forgivn man.
<Brandon walks away from Mike, turning his back.>
BB: You and I have been best friends for 13 years now. Saint.........
<The Sin City Saint folds up the wooden chair he was sitting on and smashes it over the head of Mike Stryker. One of the hooded men grabs Steven Lynch, tossing him to the floor. Zmaster is attacked by the Immune and Tibbs. The men in the hoods stand in front of the ring, keeping others from coming down to help out. Bailey and Saint begin stomping away at Mike Stryker.>
K: THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!!
M: Mike Stryker is gonna pay the price. The price of betryal....damn Judas.
K: Bailey makes me sick. Saint and Bailey are working over Mike Stryker. Saint has him held open and Bailey is just hammering away at his best friend. Tibbs and Immune are working over Zmaster!! And all hell has absolutely broken out at the Eric Hardcastle Memorial Service.
M: Olberman, Brittney!
K: Brittney is up and she is trying to get Brandon to stop. Brandon catches her with an elbow to the jaw!!!!!! That bastard!!!
M: IT was inadvertent.
K: Brittney is hurt and she is down. That son of a bitch doesnt give a damn!!! He isnt concerned. He is just concerned with hurting Mike Stryker right now.
<Crowd explodes into cheers, as Saku and The Creeper come running down the aisle.>
M: Saku And Creeper!!!
K: DAMN IT!!! They are met by the men in the cloaks. Its 4 on 2. The numbers are just too many! GOD DAMN THE IMPACT PLAYERS!!!!! I FUC.........
<The lights go out. The crowd starts to pipe down, as the fans are shocked the lights have turned out.>
M: Olberman...what the hell is going on?!
K: I....I....I don't kn...........
<A thunderbolt explodes onto the casket. "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin plays and the lid to casket lifts open and a single spotlight hits the casket, as the lights begin to come back on. The action stops. The Sin City Saint looks over, as Brandon continues to pound on Stryker. The men in the cloaks stop and stare. Tibbs and Immune look over at the spotlight. The crowd begin to cheer, as The Valor Tron lights up. The name........THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH appears on the Valor Tron. It begins to blink, as everyone turns their heads towards the Valor Tron. The crowd roars into cheers as.................
K:...........................ERIC HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<Mean Mike Patrick's jaw drops and he falls out of his chair, as his eyes roll into the back of his head.>
K: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is alive!!! Eric Hardcastle is alive!!! Hardcastle in the ring........here come the hooded like Klansmen. Hardcastle......right hands...right hands. Hardcastle is fighting off 2 of the sheet barers. Here comes Tibbs and Hardcastle tosses him up and over the top rope and into the casket. Sin City Saint charges........SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mike?!
<Olberman looks down to the floor, where Mean Mike is laying down.>
K: Do you believe in miracles?!? Zmaster is fighting his way back up and he and Immune are duking it out. Bailey still has not seen Eric. And now Hardcastle is stalking down Bailey. The klansmen on the outside are pointing at Hardcastle. Bailey is confused. He turns....................OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at the look on the champion's face!!!!!!!!!! He is turning white as white can be. He looks like he is seeing a ghost. Hardcastle's t-shirt says it all.......STRONGER THAN DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!! Bailey falls down on his ass and he is backing off.....trying to scramble. Mike?!
<Mean Mike is still passed out on the floor. Olberman takes his soda and splashes Mean Mike in the face, unfortunately that was Mean Mike's spitoon for his chewing tobacco.>
K: Oops! Thought that was my soda.
<Mean Mike continues to be passed out.>
K: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!! He yanks Bailey out of the ring, as Eric Hardcastle has cleared the ring. Zmaster helping Mike Stryker up, as Saku and Creeper stare at Hardcastle with looks of shock. The champion and the Impact Players are shocked, stunned. So are we all.
<The camera zooms in on Brandon Bailey.>
BB: I saw you killed. You're dead. This is the really real world. There ain't no coming back. This is the really really, real world. There ain't no coming back. THERE AINT NO COMING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: ERIC HARDCASLTE HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PRODIGAL MESSIAH IS BACK!!!!!! And the Impact Players are in TROUBLE!!!! Believe in angels. Believe in miracles. Believe. Eric Hardcastle is back!
<The screen fades to black, as Eric Hardcastle stares down Brandon Bailey. The baby faces stand in the ring, triumphant, as Brittney stares down at Brandon with a wicked smile, as she holds her jaw.>
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/20/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
...Tibbs gets back up and allows Creeper to get up as well. He then walks over to Creeper and through sheer power, scoops the three hundred pound beast up, and hits The Coming of Age (3 consecutive backbreakers). Creeper quickly gets back up and runs at Tibbs who hits him with a powerslam. Then Tibbs picks him up, whips him into the ropes, and on the rebound he goes for a back body drop, but Creeper stops, kicks him in the chest, bounces off the ropes, and nails Tibbs with a Yakuza Kick. Tibbs falls down and then rolls out the ring holding his face. Creeper climbs out over the top ropes, picks Tibbs up onto his shoulder and throws him into the Steal ring post! The refs count has reached eight and then Creeper picks Tibbs up and rolls him into the ring. Creeper follows in and hits a leg drop. Creeper then picks Tibbs up and hits him with a shoulder breaker, and then synches in a rear chin lock. The ref is asking Tibbs if he wants to quit, but he shouts no. Suddenly, Brandon Bailey comes running down the aisle and slides into the ring with a chair. He demands that Creeper let Tibbs go. Creeper does, and starts to walk towards the Valor World Champ. The ref tries to tell Bailey to get out of the ring, but Brandon swings the chair. Creeper punches the chair right back into Bailey's face causing the champ to roll out of the ring. As Creeper turns around, Tibbs bounces off of the ropes and obliterates him with a Reality Check. He goes for the cover...one...two...three!>
SB: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner by pinfall..."THE MAN" RON TIBBS!!!
<Ring Side.>
D: Those damn Impact Players! They never fight fair do they?
L: It's a numbers game Davey-Boy! The champ is always one step ahead!
D: What are they doing now?!
<In Ring>
<Tibbs and Bailey stomp away at the fallen Creeper. Out of nowhere, the little girl in white appears on the ring apron, startling both men. Brandon smiles at her, tells Tibbs to pick Creeper up, and then nails the little girls guardian with a chair shot that echoes throughout the Staples Center. Creeper collapses and the little girl starts to giggle. Suddenly the lights go completely out and on the Valor Tron an image appears...>
D & L: HAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRDCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<Fade out>
<The screen fades to black and the date 10/23/2005 glows in a bright orange on the screen then fades out as a video clip starts to play...>
....Hardcastle takes off......................FACE LIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Poor Immune!
K: Hardcastle has the momentum. Now, don't let up. Hardcastle pulls Immune out of the corner.............roaring forearm and Immune falls to the mat. Hardcastle climbing to the top rope.
M: The crowd is on their feet in Fresno.
K: High risk..............ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP!!!!!!!!!!! Hardcastle feeling the momentum. He is feeding on this capacity crowd. Hardcastle getting set for the The Showstopper.
M: SIN CITY SAINT!!!!!!!!!!!
K: What the hell is he doing here?! Saint hits the ring..................SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!! He is immediately met with that devestating superkick.
M: Referee just went down!
K: Referee Gevers got knocked down by The Sin City Saint. Saint now rolls out in front of us.
M: Immune is ready to uncoil!
K: Hardcastle turns....kick to the gut by Immune. Immune.........THE DISEASE............COUNTERED!!!!!!!!!!
M: HUH!?
K: Hardcastle with The Irish whip and Immune off the near ropes..............SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That has to be it. It absolutely has to be it. Hardcastle with the leg hooked. He has Immune down.
M: THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
K: Brandon Bailey!!! The Assassin has come to the ring. He is on the apron and now he is......climbing down?!
M: He sees his treacherous sister.
K: Oh NO!!! He couldn't possibly be thinking?!
M: Paybacks are a bitch!
K: The Assassin stalking his baby sister. Hardcastle now realizes it and he is walking towards the ropes.
M: Saint just rolled a chair into Immune.
K: Immune has a chair.
M: Now you're all gonna pay.
K: ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Mighty Zmaster hits the ring and he swings Bailey around......uppercut!!! Hardcastle knows Brittney is safe and he turns his attention to the big man............SWING!!!!!!!!!
M: NOOOOOOOO!!
K: Hardcastle ducks the chair shot................PELE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Immune goes down and Hardcastle now has the chair. He is gonna wind up on Immune..........WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bottom of the 9th, Mark McGwire, eat your heart out!!!!
M: DQ HIM!!!!
K: Gevers is finally getting his wits about him. Hardcastle now STIGMATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: THE IRON CLAW!!!!!!!!!!
K: Yes, Eric's version of the Iron Claw, called The Stigmata!!!! Eric has it locked on and Immune is fading.
M: NO!!!
K: Eric continuing to pour on the pressure and Immune is just fading away. Immune cannot fight it. He is half unsconscious!
M: Zmaster is one side of the ring and Saint rescued Bailey on the other side.
K: Immune has been busted open, as Gevers is crawling over towards Hardcastle. Hardcastle is relentless. Look at the look on his face.
M: Poor Immune. Look at the blood, Olberman. Look at it!
K: There will be more than just that spilled this Sunday!!! In the Cage of Horrors......this is nothing! Gevers checks Immune..................HE CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!!! Mean Mike, we have a new North American Heavyweight Champion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: Damn it!! That's Immune's title.
K: The bell has sounded and Gevers is awarding the match to Eric Hardcastle!!!! Hardcastle has the title.
M: Bailey and Saint hit the ring.....
K: Not so fast............Zmaster is in and he keeps The Impact Players at bay.
M: HEY!!! Referee Jeff Bausman just hit the ring.
K: Bausman having a conference with Noel Gevers. Whats going on here?
M: Probably trying to keep the peace.
K: Gevers is agreeing with Bausman all of the sudden. Whats going on here? Steve Bond has the mic and he is saying that................
M: HARDCASTLE HAS BEEN DISQUALIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bausman citing the chair shot for a DQ!!!!
K: WHAT?! NO!!!! NO!!!!
M: Bausman takes the title from Hardcastle and hands the belt to a bloody Immune.
K: The Impact Players steal another one! Damn it!!!
M: HA! HA! I love it!
K: Uh oh! Hardcastle is not happy. He has Jeff Bausman up against the ropes. Hardcastle is going to punch Bausman!
M: Do it!!! I gurantee you are suspended, you SOB!
K: Hardcastle being talked down by Zmaster. Zmaster needs Hardcastle next Sunday and can't afford his friend for taking out his frustration. Eric, listen to Zmaster. Don't let your emotions get the best of you.
M: HIT HIM!!
K: Phew!!! Eric lets him go and a sigh of relief comes over Jeff Bausman's face. Hardcastle and Zmaster turn to walk away. Thank Go........................SHOWSTOPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M: HA! HA! You're finished, Eric. Finished.
K: Oh no!!! Referee Bausman just had his clock cleaned by The Prodigal Messiah.
M: IP!!!!!!!!!
K: Internet Proto..............IMPACT PLAYERS!!!! Bailey, Saint and Immune are attacking Zmaster and Hardcastle. The beating is on!! Ladies and gentlemen, we are out of time. For Mean Mike Patrick, I'm Kevin Olberman.....saying good night from Slam!!!!!!!!
M: SAKU AND CREEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<The screen fades to black, as Saku and Creeper head to the ring to help out their team mates.>
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Post by Bailey on Oct 27, 2005 21:10:58 GMT -5
DB: It's got more drama than a daytime soap opera. More twists than an M. Night Shamalan movie. The Cage of Horrors is going to be absolutely brutal! LL: For once tonight you didn't say something stupid. I just have one question...both teams are supposed to be 5 on 5. Z's Army only has 4 confirmed and no 5th man as a prospect. Bailey's Brigade has 4 confirmed, and a mystery man...so that leaves Z's Army in a critical predicament. DB: That's true...I wonder who they'll pi... <A single spot light hits the entrance way as Saliva's "King of My World" blares throughout the arena. As Brandon walks out slowly with both arms raised showing the Valor World Championship Belt. Then The Sin City Saint, Immune, and Ron Tibbs all walk out and blanket the champ. Once the music really starts going, Brandon, and the rest of his team, slowly walk to the ring and argue with a few fans. The 4 men then climb into the ring, and spread out. Brandon pulls a microphone from his jacket as the music fades out.> DB: The Hell are they doing here? There are no Valor stars scheduled for tonight. LL: Shut your pie hole Davey-Boy! The champ is about to speak! <In Ring> Bailey: Not much longa' ta' go huh? Less than three days away, we step inta' tha' ring with a few guys we don't exactly see eye ta' eye with. Who cares? They're all droolin' at tha' opportunity ta' get all of us in tha' ring at tha' same time, but they fail ta' realize that we work betta' as a team. So all they're doin' is livin' on hopes and dreams that are doomed ta' fail. <Crowd Boos> Bailey: Shaddup! No one in this ring gives a S**T about what any of ya' think, so save ya' breath and kiss my ass! <Crowd Boos> Bailey: I'm not gonna' waste anymore time 'cause I got some more celebratin' ta' do afta' last night's World Series...so let's cut ta' tha' chase. <Bailey wipes his 5 o'clock shadow and continues...> Bailey: We're out here ta' name our 5th man. Z's team is obviously short handed, so namin' a 5th man only hurts them even more. They already have no chance at winnin'. <Ringside> LL: WHAT?! The 5th man of Bailey's Brigade tonight?! <In Ring> Bailey: No point in waitin' any longa'. So without further a'do, the 5th man on this team is none otha' than... <Ringside> DB: ERIC HARDCASTLE!!!!!!!!!!! LL: What the hell are you talking about moron?! Eric Hardcastle is on Z's Team. Are you drun...Hey...ERIC HARDCASTLE!!! <Hardcastle comes from out of the crowd and attacks Bailey from behind. As the Impact Players pull him off, the rest of Z's Army runs down to the ring and an all out brawl between the 8 men starts.> LL: HATRED! I love it! DB: This is bedlam! Where's security?! <As the brawl spills out all over the place, Z's Army starts to get the upperhand thaks to Saku hitting Tibbs and Immune with a chair. It's now a 4 on two as Bailey and Saint are being mauled in the corner. Suddenly...> LL & DB: MIKE STRYKER!!!!!!! <Mike Stryker runs down the entrance ramp with a chair and slides into the ring. Z's Army scatters clear, and Mike stands alone between them and Bailey. Z's Army backs out of the ring as Mike holds his ground. Bailey gets up pats Mike on the shoulder as a sign of thanks and smiles at Z's Army. Mike then turns towards Bailey and knocks him out with a hard chairshot to the top of the head that makes the champ collapse like a limp noodle. Stryker grabs the microphone off the mat and says...> Mike Stryker: You want to blame me for something Bailey?! Blame me for the ass whoopin' you're going to get this Sunday! I'm the 5th man on Z's Army, and your ass is mine again! <Crowd Pops> <Ringside> LL: WHAT THE FU... DB: OH MY GAWD!!! MIKE STRYKER IS ZMASTER's 5th MAN! BAILEY'S OWN BEST FRIEND!!! LL: WHAT THE FU... DB: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!! THE IMPACT PLAYERS ARE GOING TO BE FINISHED THIS SUNDAY!!! <In Ring> <Mike drops the mic on Bailey's chest and joins Z's Army in celebration.> LL: WHAT THE FU... DB: That's all the time we have here tonight! Be sure to order Halloween Horrors this Sunday, live on Pay Per View! Good Night!! LL: WHAT THE FU... <Fade out with Z's Army standing triumphant at the top of the entrance ramp.> |
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Post by Hardcastle on Oct 27, 2005 22:06:19 GMT -5
Hell of a job man!! Awesome, awesome show. I really enjoyed the recaps and really added hype to the show. Now Z's Army is complete with Mike Stryker!!
Add some karma for this amazing job!
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Post by The eXtremist on Oct 28, 2005 21:23:44 GMT -5
Nicely done Bailey, but why wasn't the 4 Way Dance between me, Po, Young, and Shadows given atleast some acknowledgement??!
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Post by pohatu on Oct 28, 2005 21:35:25 GMT -5
That's a good question, but I won't complain.*resumes working on his YLC RP*
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Post by Hardcastle on Oct 28, 2005 22:56:00 GMT -5
Considering this match was only just announced by Valor on Monday. There is nothing to recap. There is no feud, etc. I agree that it should have been mentioned, at least hyped. But perhaps, Brandon just forgot. Sorry guys. This PPV kind of got slammed together in the last week or so. We only spent time really planning the main event and the 3 way. Originally, we were just going with those 2 matches. But we got a lot of additions to the roster of the last several weeks and tried to get every active rper on the card. Next month will be better.
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Post by pohatu on Oct 28, 2005 23:07:00 GMT -5
Ryan Young and Pohatu got a bit of a past, same applying for Pohatu and Anthony Shadows, but that's about it.
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