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[The scene opens up to show a jam packed Wogga Wogga Community Centre in New South Wales. Get Free by The Vines hits and the No Mans Land logo appears on the 'tron.]
[The arena then lights up and the shot pans through the crowd who are all jumping up and down and holding up there signs, some of which include ; " ]
Jeremy Tucker : Howdy fans, and welcome to another edition of No Mans Land.
Toby Navel : Its great to be with you all for the first time this evening from Wogga Wogga, and what a huge night we have coming your way.
Jeremy Tucker (going into Don West from TNA mode) : Huge night is right Toby. We got the Statewide Title on the line between Mars, Tanner and Daniels, we got Stan and the Punisher going at it in a match to determine the number one contender to Sam Piltdown's Australian Title, and we got Sam Piltdown, the Australian Champion hooking it up with the World Champion, Cobryn.
Andrew Fulton : Lets not forget the in ring debut of one Cyrus Williams and the Hellhounds getting there Australian Tag Team Titles back from Ruthless L Reeve!
Toby Navel : You don't know that Fulton, who knows what Reeve has up his sleeve.
Jeremy Tucker : The kid is a dead duck Toby, he put in a great effort in Palm Springs, but now its two on one.
Toby Navel : That was a great show from Palm Springs, a great effort from everyone all round.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, well when are them Rig Syndicate suits going to wise up and send over some real commentators.
Jeremy Tucker : Maybe they'll let you go to one of them shows one day Fulton, but we didn't miss out completely, how was that free for all from the Crown Casino complex.
Toby Navel : That was just crazy Jerry, and without a doubt, looking back on that night, it would have to be the best match i have ever seen.
Jeremy Tucker : Thats a big call Toby, but i'm right there with ya, it was a classic and i'm beginning to look forward to these free for all's as much as i am the joint ppv's!
Toby Navel : What an effort by all four men, and congrats to Adrian Tanner Jr, he got the job done dominating that matchup, and i can't wait to see him and Cobryn going at it next week for the World Title.
Jeremy Tucker : We have also had a few new signings here in Australia, and also some old faces showing up again, like Nasty Ned, what a surprise that was to see him show his face at the Casino.
Toby Navel : Sure was, and he has never looked better, got to be in the best shape of his career.
Jeremy Tucker : Well, speaking of Ned, lets get this show on the road, take it away Frankie baby!
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, INTRODUCING FIRST, HAILING FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, AND WEIGHT UNKNOWN ... SIMON!!!
[Simon makes his way down the rampway to no theme music, the fans at the Wogga Wogga Community having never seen him before and not knowing who the hell he is are really giving it to him, screaming at him to take off and asking who he is. Simon ignores them and moves into the ring.]
Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM MASON CITY, IOWA, AND COMING IN AT 6'11 & 325 LBS, NASTY .... NED .... CHAMBERS!!!!
[A spot light shines on a phone booth standing in the middle of the entranceway. Smoke starts to fill the phone booth as Headstrong by Trapt starts playing. When the chorus hits blue pyro falls from the ceiling onto the phone booth. Red pyro blasts from where the phone booth was. When the Smoke dissipates the phone booth is destroyed. This Just got Nasty Rolls across the Aussie-Tron. As the Crowd realises who it is they all start to cheer.
Crowd- Ned Ned Ned Ned
The Spotlight now pans to the top of the Aussie-Tron where Simon stands starring down with his arms crossed. The Crowd just goes nuts for everyones favourite crime fighting wrestler. The man walks off the Aussie-tron, to thats right .... nothing, he is floating in the air. The man starts moving closer to the ring. As he gets closer to the ring the lights turn back on to reveal Ned Chambers floating along to the ring.]
Jeremy Tucker : Ned is back in town, and boy are these fans pumped to see him.
Andrew Fulton : These clowns would cheer anyone, seriously, Wogga Wogga? This has got to be the first wrestling show around these parts, and what do we give them to remember there first live match by, we give the Ned Vs Simon.
Toby Navel : I'm sure you would prefer it was Cyrus, Cobryn and The Hellhounds in every match, but it doesn't work that way Fulton.
Andrew Fulton : Cyrus? I thought that guy was many things, but a coward was never one of them, did you see him in Palm Springs? Thats two shows now he has ran from Cobryn.
Jeremy Tucker : I don't know what shows you are watching Fulton, but judging by this crowd here tonight, this may be the first show around here, but i don't think it will be the last!
[Referee Nick Tsalazidis finishes giving his instructions and patting down the combatants,and signals for the bell.]
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Toby Navel : And we're under way folks. Ned and Simon hook up, and Ned just throws Simon to the mat.
Jeremy Tucker : Simon gets to his feet, and charges at Ned, but runs right into a big boot courtesy of one Nasty Ned Chambers!
Toby Navel : Ned looking great again tonight guys, i told you guys, he is in career best shape.
Andrew Fulton : Don't get carried away Toby, look at his opposition, i mean, who the hell is this guy Simon?
[Ned grabs Simon and lifts him up over his head in a press slam, holds him there for a bit, and then drops him in an overhead press powerslam.]
Jeremy Tucker : I have no idea who this Simon is either, and if Ned keeps this beating up on him, i doubt he will know himself after the match.
[Ned grabs Simon, throws him into the ropes and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl slam.]
Toby Navel : Ned with a perfect tilt-a-whirl there, he is completely destroying this newcomer Simon.
Andrew Fulton : What's Simon expect, he can just sign a contract with Ring Syndicate and then breeze through, no sir, it don't work that way.
[Ned picks Simon up again and drills him with a reverse crucifix powerbomb.]
Jeremy Tucker : Nasty Ned is on fire here, and poor Simon hasn't been able to get a look in.
[Ned signals that this one is over, he picks up Simon and plants him with a Running Death Valley Driver, then mounts the top rope.]
Toby Navel : Nasty Ned Chambers has been dominant tonight, and now he's going to fly!
[Ned sets himself on the top, then sets sail, connecting with an amazing 5 star frog splash.]
Jeremy Tucker : GO NED!
[Ned crawls over for the cover.]
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ....................... 2 .......................... 3!!!!!
Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH, NASTY NED CHAMBERS!!!!
[Headstrong by Trapt hits and referee Tsalazidis raises Ned's arm in victory.]
Toby Navel : Great win there to Ned, things are looking promising for him around here.
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[All of the lights in the arena go out and the arena is thrust into darkness as "Cloud Connected" by In Flames blares over the speakers. The lights come back on tinted dark blue, providing just enough light to see as Skorp slowly walks to the ring. Completely ignoring the people, his trench coat dragging behind him, Skorp enters the ring and immediately proceeds to the center of it. Once there he kneels, spreads each arm straight out to each side, faces the sky, closes his eyes, and enters into prayer to his god.]
Andrew Fulton: Because of wrestlers like this one is why Australia is finally getting to its feet. Cobryn, Cyrus Williams, Nick Cairo, The Hellhounds and now Skorp; at least some quality in our shows.
Toby Navel: [Clearly ignoring Fultons non-sense comments] Skorp is praying to his god. Thats like a Gregorian song am I wrong?
Jeremy Tucker: He can sing like Pavarotti and hell still look like Messiah for me
Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 64 tall!
Andrew Fulton: He doesnt look like Messiah. Skorp is something else, and whats wrong with Messiah anyway? I miss that megastar wrestler a lot.
Frank Salazar: SKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Upon finishing the prayer he rises, throws his trench coat over the ropes, and proceeds to a neutral corner, where he waits with his head bowed.]
Jeremy Tucker: Well, Skorp is debuting tonight in the CWA.
Toby Navel: He has a troubled mind in my opinion
Jeremy Tucker: That seems like a right assumption. But even when a troubled mind, Skorp has won several championships, including world heavyweight titles and tag team titles, which means he can work in a team, and thats good.
Andrew Fulton: Exactly the kind of workers that we need
Jeremy Tucker: So bad he uses to not only injure his opponents, but in the way injures himself too.
Toby Navel: And rumors are running about him not being open in the backstage. Looks like he is someone hard to work with, at least for interviews and paperwork
Andrew Fulton: Superior minds are hard to understand for simple and common minds like yours.
[Suite-Pee by System of A Down plays as Mental walks casually down the ramp. He stops and gives one fan a high five. He then gets in the ring and moshes out to his music.]
Frank Salazar: And the opponent hailing from New York New York! Weighing in at 172 pounds and standing at 511!
Toby Navel: What do we have here? A gothic against a freaky thats great.
Frank Salazar: DOOOUUUUGG MEEEEENNNNNNTAAAAALLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: I have to remark that Skorps physique is impressive
Andrew Fulton: You like him huh? I always knew you were gay.
Jeremy Tucker: Dont talk more blatant bullshit. Im just pointing out
Andrew Fulton: Cmon Jerry. We all know you learned that from Ian Hawkins.
Jeremy Tucker: I knew you were coming down with that. I remember it was so disgusting seeing Ian making sexual comments about Hunglestein
Andrew Fulton: Dont try to change the perspective here ok? Were talking about you Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Fuck you Fulton.
Toby Navel: Now you want to fuck him? Sheesh
[Skorp smirks at Mental, like not acknowledging him as a true adversary.]
Jeremy Tucker: Mental hits Skorp in the face with a right, but Skorp doesnt even blink!
Andrew Fulton: Keep trying to change the topic Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Drop it off!!!
Toby Navel: Mental hits Skorp again with a right, but I think Skorp is not even feeling it!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental runs to the ropes and clotheslines Skorp but Skorp doesnt even take a step back!
Andrew Fulton: The motherfucker is strong I tell you.
Toby Navel: Mental runs again to the ropes for impulse and takes Skorp down with the STO!!! Mental took Skorp down!
Jeremy Tucker: And is nailing him with crazy lefts and rights, and now is choking him desperately! Mental is nuts!
Andrew Fulton: Like we didnt know already
[Skorp pushes Mental off himself. Mental flies and lands face first in the mat one foot apart from Skorp!]
Jeremy Tucker: Impressive power! Skorp looks mad and is getting up
Toby Navel: Mental tackles but Skorp is able to contain him and hits him in the back with the forearm. Skorps lifts him up in a powerbomb but Mental hurracanranas his ass to the mat! What a reversal! Mental hooks up Skorps legs for a pin!
El Atlético: One Two (Skorp pushes Mental off over him again)
Jeremy Tucker: Mental has really surprised Skorp tonight. You cant predict a lunatic
[Mental charges at Skorp but is knocked down by a terrible spinning roundhouse kick.]
Andrew Fulton: Looks like Skorp just did
Toby Navel: Skorp almost took Mentals head off with that kick to the face! Skorp pins Mental with one hand
El Atlético: One Two Three (Shoulder up!)
Jeremy Tucker: Mental with his shoulder up at the last second!
Andrew Fulton: I think that was only a convulsion meh.
Toby Navel: Maybe if Skorp had hooked up the legs in that pin he would already be the winner of this match.
Jeremy Tucker: Only maybe. Doug Mental is the last ever IPW Deathmatch Champion, after winning it from Enigma Adam Haven, one of the most vicious men in the business. Mental has taken much more punishment than a kick. You cant underestimate someone like him.
Andrew Fulton: Anyway, Skorp stands up and drops one knee to Mentals empty head! I like it like that!
Toby Navel: I cant believe you said that
Andrew Fulton: Me neither. I need a pill.
[Skorp pins Mentals head with his forearm.]
El Atlético: One [Mental pushes Skorps arm off his face.]
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp lays his boots on Mental. Mental tries to get up but its soccer kicked in the ribs!
Toby Navel: Mental rolls out of the ring to compose himself.
Andrew Fulton: Hes running away, accept it.
Jeremy Tucker: I see him staying at ringside. Skorp goes after him, but as soon as Skorp leaves the ring, Mental gets in
Toby Navel: Skorp tries to get back in the ring but Mental baseball slides with a kick to his face! Skorp tumbles back and hits the ring barrier with his back.
Andrew Fulton: Nice coward strategy by Mental.
Toby Navel: Wise strategy my friend, a nice wise one.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp shakes his head but starts walking to the ring. Mental suicide dives into Skorp!!! Oh my God what a risky move!
Toby Navel: Skorp is obviously having a hard time with Mental on his debut match here in Australia.
Jeremy Tucker: Both men are down and El Atlético is yelling at them to bring the fight back to the ring.
Toby Navel: Mental is getting up while the crowd is cheering for him. Every show people like Mental more and more.
Andrew Fulton: Because people suck.
Toby Navel: The one who sucks is you Fulton.
Jeremy Tucker: Mental pulls Skorp up buy the hair, forcing him to stand up, and whips him to the steel ring steps!
[CLANG!]
Toby Navel: Skorps reverses it and Mental is the one who crashes against the ring steps instead!!!
[Mental squeals a little for pain in his back.]
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp walks toward Mental, breathing heavily.
Toby Navel: This doesnt look good.
Andrew Fulton: Looks fine for me. If Skorp can put his hands on Mental, this match will get interesting and short!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp forces Mental up by his head, kicks him in the gut, hook his arms and TIGER SUPLEXES HIM OVER THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!
[CLANG!]
Toby Navel: What a vicious man Skorp can be!
Jeremy Tucker: Sweet Jesus! Mental is rolling in agony at the ringside floor just like a cat that has been ran over
Toby Navel: What a grouse analogy Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Fulton is a bad influence.
Andrew Fulton: Definitely.
Jeremy Tucker: Oh no! Skorp is picking up the steel ring steps, and looks like is going to smash Mental with them!
Toby Navel: If he does that El Atlético will disqualify him, whom is advising him to not do it.
Jeremy Tucker: Thanks God. Spork apparently listened to the referee and dropped the ring steps to the floor.
Andrew Fulton: Damn ref. He shouldnt get his nose into the matches! Fucking Puerto Ricans.
Toby Navel; Dont start again with that.
Jeremy Tucker: What is Spork doing?!
Toby Navel: Jerry, we can see he is pulling the ringside floor protector, revealing the plain hard concrete.
Jeremy Tucker: I know what hes doing. What I meant is that he is not supposed to do that dammit.
Andrew Fulton: Skorp is bringing a different twist to our shows. Enjoy it people.
Toby Navel: The crowd is booing Skorp, but he doesnt seem to care at all. Skorp kicks Mental in the back, and then kicks the back of his head! Stop the beating!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp smashes Mentals head against the ring barrier. Skorp lifts Mental up in the air and drops him face first over the ring barrier! Thats too much!
Toby Navel: Skorps wraps his arms around Mentals waist and high-angle German suplexes him on the exposed concrete floor!!! Mental was dropped on his head over the concrete floor!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental is out! MENTAL IS OUT!
Andrew Fulton: Talking about being dropped in the head. The Head-Dropping Uncle, Ak-47 Andrew Karnage, made an announcement the other day about him possibly not wrestling anymore. Even closing the doors of the Bad Karma Dojo. I wonder what will happen with Cairo.
Jeremy Tucker: Those are bad news for the wrestling world. Andrew Karnage is one of the best executers in professional wrestling. And great talents come out from his dojo too.
Toby Navel: Like ours Nick Cairo. Well miss the guy. Anyway I still hope to see him back in a couple of months.
Jeremy Tucker: Now back to the match I realized that El Atlético hasnt been counting them out, and theyve been wrestling on the ringside since forever
Toby Navel: I guess El Atlético prefers the Puerto Rican lucha libre style
Andrew Fulton: Excuses, excuses. Puerto Ricans dont know how to count.
Jeremy Tucker: Cant you stop being a racist asshole for a couple of minutes?
Andrew Fulton: Ive been holding myself for too longer already.
Toby Navel: Ugh. Skorp picks Mental up and forces him into the ring. Skorp slides in right after.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp with the cover!
El Atlético: One Two Thr (Mental touches the bottom rope with his foot)
Toby Navel: Mental still lives! Incredible!
Jeremy Tucker: El Atlético is trying to explain to Skorp what happened, but he cant believe it. And frankly, I cant either.
Toby Navel: The audience is really into the match, and are chanting Mentals name.
[Mental! Mental! Mental! Yeah.]
Jeremy Tucker: Mental is trying to stand up using the ropes, but is useless.
Toby Navel: Mental is too wick to continue. If I were a ref I wouldve stopped the match already.
Andrew Fulton: Thats why youre not a ref. And I have to thank the god of Skorp because of that. Amen.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp decides to stop arguing with El Atlético and walks back to Mental.
Toby Navel: Skorp is surprised to see Mental practically up by the ropes and charges at him! Mental ducks and Skorp crashes down to ringside!!!
Jeremy Tucker: What an irony is that Skorp lands on the exposed concrete floor! That must show him which god is more powerful, his or ours.
Andrew Fulton: If you want to preach go to the streets but let us enjoy the show here.
Toby Navel: Mental pulled that move out of his sleeve but he is still laying in the mat, almost motionless.
Jeremy Tucker: That move will give him some time at least.
Andrew Fulton: He is only delaying the inevitable.
Toby Navel: El Atlético is starting to count out Skorp now he is counting?
El Atlético: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Andrew Fulton: I smell corruption!!! Somebody explain me why the {Mongo Edit: Go Fuck Yourself, writer} ref is now counting!
El Atlético: FOUR!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: I think the {Mongo Edit: Go Fuck Yourself, writer} are illegal Mexicans
El Atlético: FIVE!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: All are the same for me!
El Atlético: SIX!!!!!!
Toby Navel: Skorp is finally standing up while Mental crawls to the far side of the ring
El Atlético: SEVEN!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp rolls into the squared circle. Doug Mental attacks him with a running clothesline but misses! Skorp lifts Mental up and rocks his world with the backdrop driver!
Toby Navel: What a dangerous high-angle back suplex! Mental landed with all the weight of his body on the neck!
Jeremy Tucker: [singing] Everybody! Yeah! Rock Your Body! Yeah! Everybody! Rock Your Body right! Backstreets Back, alright!
Andrew Fulton: That was so pathetic I think Im going to throw up, excuse me guys.
Jeremy Tucker: Ahhh It wasnt so bad!
Toby Navel: Ugh, yes it was. You didnt need to do that man. That was not necessary, really.
Jeremy Tucker: Arrghhh fuckers.
Toby Navel: Skorp is not losing his time tonight and Irish whips Mental to the corner! Skorp charges right behind him but stops on Dougs foot!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental springboards from the second rope and bulldogs Skorps head to the mat!
Andrew Fulton: First, he almost wins the free for all, and now this! What it takes to kill some useless piece of crap like Mental!
Toby Navel: A lot I guess. Mental is on the top rope and is pulling up his pants legs, showing the kneepads! Time for the Straight Jack-It!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental looks at the crowd for approval and even a blind know the crowd wants it!
Toby Navel: NO! Skorp is up and slams Mental off the top rope! Mental is not moving!
Jeremy Tucker: What is Skorp doing?! He is climbing to the top rope! What are you doing Fulton?
Andrew Fulton: Im still throwing up dont you see dumbass? I cant hold myself when I remember you singing Backstreet Boys wwuuuaarrggrgghh!
Toby Navel: Oh boy that stinks like hell. Skorp is on the top rope! Suicidal Tendency (Corkscrew Swanton Bomb)!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental moves out of the way right on time!!! Skorp crashes on the empty mat!
Toby Nave: And Mental is up in the top rope! Straight Jack-It (450 knee drop on the face)!!!
El Atlético: One Two Three!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental did it!!! Mental won over the debutant Skorp!!!
Andrew Fulton: Mental what? Wuaaaarrrggghhhhh
Toby Navel: Oh. Lets get the hell out of here!
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Jeremy Tucker : And we're back folks, and if you couldn't tell by all the noise in here, its that special time of the night when we get to see The Hellhounds.
Andrew Tucker : My favourite part of the show.
Toby Navel : Yes, yes, we know Fulton.
[Hot to death by Everlast kicks in, and Ruthless L Reeve makes his way out to the rampway, he stops a moment, looking at all the fans, and poses with both tag team title straps, one on each shoulder, he then makes his way down the ramp, high fiving his fellow Australian's and makes his way into the ring.]
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS FOR THE AUSTRALIAN TAG TEAM TITLES, INTRODUCING FIRST, COMING IN AT 7' & 317 LBS, HAILING FROM MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA, THE CURRENT HOLDER OF THE AUSTRALIAN TAG TEAM TITLES, RUTHLESS .. L ... REEVE!!!!
Andrew Fulton : Say good bye to them belts Junior.
Toby Navel : I must say, i admire Reeve, he is in a no win situation here ...
Andrew Fulton : No win, got to agree with you there.
Toby Navel : As i was saying, i admire him, he could of just handed them belts over to the hounds when Triple B left him, but instead, he said screw that, and challenged them both to come and take them off him.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, i hear once his career is over here, there is an opening for him as a Kamikaze pilot in the Australian Air Force.
Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENTS, HAILING FROM THE LAND OF {No Means No} AND HONEY, AND COMING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 610 LBS, THE RING SYNDICATE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE .... HELLHOUNDS!!!!
Jeremy Tucker : Listen to this place will you, these fans are really going wild.
Toby Navel : Super entrance that.
[Psycho and Cerberus both slide into the ring and charge straight for Reeve who goes right at them.]
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve nails Cerberus with a big right on his way in, but Cerberus doesn't even flinch, and he and Psycho just launch themselves at Reeve, the pair of them taking him down and pummelling him on the mat.
Toby Navel : Come on ref, get one of them out of there!
[Referee Nick Tsalazidis trying to get one of the hounds out of there, but they just ignore him and Psycho runs through Reeve with a vicious Clothesline from Hell.]
Andrew Fulton : Clothesline from Home there by Psycho, and he then makes his way to the outside.
Toby Navel : Finally. Cerberus picking up Reeve, in a hip toss, and he turns it into a piledriver.
Jeremy Tucker : Things aren't looking to good for The Ruthless One here folks.
Andrew Fulton : Of course not, he's in here with the Hellhounds you know. The Ring Syndicate World Tag Team Champions!
[Cerberus tags in Psycho and then they double team Reeve as Cerberus grabs his partner and piledrives Psycho's head right into Reeve's.]
Toby Navel : These two are just brutal, they will even harm each other to get the job done like we just saw.
Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus now moves to the outside, Psycho is ontop of Reeve, and referee Nick Tsalazidis drops for the count.
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ................... 2 .................... (Reeve kicks out.)
Toby Navel : What courage there from Reeve, he could easily of just layed down for the count and gotten this all over with.
Jeremy Tucker : Maybe he should of. I'm beginning to think this whole match was a bad idea.
Toby Navel : Its not about winning or losing Jerry, its about pride, and Reeve showing he has plenty of that.
[Reeve and Psycho both get to there feet, and Reeve nails Psycho with a Samoan neckbreaker.]
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve showing some fight here, he ain't done yet.
Toby Navel : Sure isn't. Reeve now on the offence, and he is going right at it, he picks up Psycho and drops him with a nice Bubba bomb.
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve looks pumped, and runs over to the corner and nails Cerberus with a running elbow, sending him flying off the apron.
Toby Navel : Super elbow there, Reeve grabs Psycho in a inverted headlock, then brings his back down onto his knee.
[Reeve then trows Psycho into the corner, and follows him in there with a head of steam, but Psycho gets a foot up and Reeve runs right into it.]
Jeremy Tucker : That could just about do it there for Reeve, he had the momentum up for a bit, but now the Hounds are back on the offensive, and thats not where you want to be with them.
Toby Navel : Psycho bounces off the ropes and plants Reeve with a Asai Psychosault, and he nailed it perfectly.
Jeremy Tucker : Psycho then goes over and tags in Cerberus who had made his way back to the apron.
[Cerberus mounts the top turnbuckle, and connects with a power moonsault.]
Toby Navel : This one is all over folks, these two are just having there way with the big man now.
Jeremy Tucker : He put in some token offence, but really, how is one man meant to compete with both of them on his own.
[Cerberus tags Psycho in again, and brings him into the ring with a snap suplex, Psycho landing on Reeve in a senton.]
Toby Navel : Both Hellhounds now pick Reeve up in a double suplex and then drop him back forward into a double uranage.
Jeremy Tucker : What an awesome tag team display this is here we are witnessing tonight!
[Cerberus drags Reeve to the outside and poles him on the saftey rail, Psycho then launches from the top rope with a devastating Psychosault sending himself and Reeve into the crowd.]
Andrew Fulton : And now the Hounds are right at home out there with the Purgatory's Puppies.
[Cerberus starts leading Reeve, beating the absolute living daylights out of him in the process. The Hellhounds take Reeve out into the back row of the Wogga Wogga Community Centre. Psycho irish whips Reeve into a Pepsi machine. Cerberus uses his brute strength to tip over the soda machine, while Psycho disappears out the back. Jonnie Valentine takes a chair from a pimply faced audience member and crashes it over the skull of Reeve. Cerberus pulls Reeve into his legs and uses every bit of strength he has to lift up Reeve and powerbomb him onto the Pepsi machine! A One of the Community Centre's spotlights hits Psycho who stands on the balcony of the Wogga Wogga Community Centre. Psycho does a throat slash gesture and sommersaults off the balcony, senton splashing Reeve on the Pepsi Machoine, breaking it open. Pepsis, diet pepsis, mountain dew, and slices come spilling out everywhere! The audience rocks with cheers while a mini-riot erupts over all the free sodas, with dozens of fans diving and fighting over them. ]
Jeremy Tucker : These guys are jsut brutal, and now they lead Reeve back to the ring.
Toby Navel : The hounds are tag team specialists, and they are bringing out all there tag team moves here in a brutal display of tag team wrestling.
[Cerberus slides a table into the ring, and Psycho picks it up and runs at Reeve, who has made his way into the neutral corner.]
Andrew Fulton : Running avalanche with the table! Eat wood Reeve!
Toby Navel : Whats with these guys, what do they need the weapons for?
Andrew Fulton : Thats who they are!
Jeremy Tucker : Unfortunately for Reeve, that there table never broke in that Avalanche, and now Cerberus sets Reeve up on it, Psycho mounts the top rope and takes off with a spinning kick as Cerberus bounces off the ropes nailing him with a spinning kick to the back of his legs.
Andrew Fulton : STILLBORN CRADLE!!!
Jeremy Tucker : This one is all over.
Andrew Fulton : You think so?
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ............................ 2 .............................. 3!!!!!
Toby Navel : The Hellhounds with a very convincing win there.
Jeremy Tucker : What the hell did they do that for? That was totally unwarranted!
Andrew Fulton : Jonnie slides the chains into the Hounds, who both wrap them around there fists and open Reeve up with some hard shots to the head.
Toby Navel : This is not necessary, they won the match, they got the belts, why on earth are they doing this?
Andrew Fulton : Because they want to, Reeve opened his big mouth on how he made his name on the Hounds beating the hell out of him, i guess they just want to help him out a bit more in his career.
Jeremy Tucker : Sweet Jesus, if they keep this up much longer, they'll end his career, look at all that blood, Reeve's face is covered in it.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, he don't look to Ruthless now, does he?
[Jonnie throws a garbage can into Psycho who catches it, Jonnie then tosses in a couple of chairs. Psycho places the garbage can over the bloody head of Reeve and the hounds then wind up and both smash the chairs into the garbage can with a con-chair-toe and Reeve falls in a heap to the mat.]
Toby Navel : Folks, this is just sick, we'll be back after this break.
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Apr 28, 2004#2
Jeremy Tucker: With the great spots Daniels and Tanner pulled out last week on the free for all at the Crown Casino, this match promises to be huge as well.
Toby Navel: Both did great last week, but dont forget that last week Mars did pretty well too, reaching the finals of the Memorial Tag Team Cup with Stein, giving Phoenix and Hunglestein a hard time
Andrew Fulton: Remember about the memo Toby. We cant mention Roberts name here
Jeremy Tucker: Theres no memo about that!
Andrew Fulton: There you go Jerry. Keep covering your boss ass. Youre good at it
Jeremy Tucker: Youre a fucking liar Fulton. You only want to keep heating things up between the two
Andrew Fulton: Im just pissed because its stupid we cant mention the name of such a big star. A star the new ones in this business look after.
Jeremy Tucker: He is the stinkiest rat that anyone can find in the backstage area of a wrestling event. Period.
Andrew Fulton: You dont understand
Jeremy Tucker: What I dont understand is what the hell Im thinking when I try to change your mind about something. Damn, you approve Steve Daniels racist comments.
Toby Navel: Talking to Fulton is like talking to a concrete wall.
Andrew Fulton: You mean wood is wiser than concrete?
Toby Navel: No, well where do you want to go with that?
Andrew Fulton: Well, you practically said Im as dumb as a concrete wall, right?
Toby Navel: That was the main idea, yeah.
Andrew Fulton: Then why a concrete wall, and not a wall made from wood?
Toby Navel: Well I dont know.
Jeremy Tucker: Drop it off already.
Andrew Fulton: Listen to yourself Toby. You are implying that concrete walls are dumber than wood walls, am I right?
Toby Navel: No, well I dont know. Maybe yes, kind of.
Andrew Fulton: You are being racist against concrete walls. Motherfucker. And theres nothing telling you that wood walls are better than the concrete ones. Hell, concrete walls are stronger than the ones made of wood, and they dont burn. But even then you think concrete walls are the dumbest walls there can be
Jerry Tucker: Im lost. Why you do that Fulton?
Andrew Fulton: Because racism is inside each one of us, fucking Christ! and because youre dumber than a wall of any material to get it.
Jeremy Tucker: Youre starting to be a Steve Daniels mark; shame on you Fulton.
[Born in the USA by Bruce Springstein hits and out walks Steve Daniels. He has on a pair of blue short length tights with white stripes on the sides, black shoes with blue laces, a white wristband on his left arm, and a pure white robe with a confederate flag on the back of it. He picks on some random minority and slides into the ring.]
Andrew Fulton: And here comes The American Dream
Toby Navel: The Hitler of our era.
Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with the CWA Statewide Championship on the line!
Jeremy Tucker: Nobody has been able to take that title from the powerful hands of Mars.
Toby Navel: Nobody. Mars is the first ever and still CWA Statewide champion.
Frank Salazar: Introducing first hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 232 pounds and standing at 511 tall! A former XGW World Cruiserweight Champion THE AMERICAN DREAAAAAAAAMM STEVE DAAAAANIIIEEEEEEELLSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Toby Navel: Hi Hitler!
Andrew Fulton: Shut the fucka! Give some respect to the man.
[Fulton stands up and claps his hands for Daniels.]
[The lights dim to black, and two spotlights begin a strobe lightshow pointed at the Aussie-tron as black and white still photos of Adrian's past begin to flash across the screen. This continues for a time until finally focusing on a shot of Sam Piltdown holding the Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Title. The picture of Sam shatters into a million pieces like glass breaking and is replaced by the words
Adrian Tanner The Anti-Fluke
The words appear to get closer and closer until it engulfs the whole screen and then the screen fades to black.
"Stereotype" By Powerman 5000 hits, and the words "I TOOK THE ROAD MOST TRAVELLED, AND STILL BEAT BBB" flash across the screen. More black and white footage follows, playing in tune with the music.
[Trap door in every step
Truth is I can't connect]
(Adrian taking a fireball to the face courtesy of Jonnie Valentine.)
[The arena then lights up and the shot pans through the crowd who are all jumping up and down and holding up there signs, some of which include ; " ]
Jeremy Tucker : Howdy fans, and welcome to another edition of No Mans Land.
Toby Navel : Its great to be with you all for the first time this evening from Wogga Wogga, and what a huge night we have coming your way.
Jeremy Tucker (going into Don West from TNA mode) : Huge night is right Toby. We got the Statewide Title on the line between Mars, Tanner and Daniels, we got Stan and the Punisher going at it in a match to determine the number one contender to Sam Piltdown's Australian Title, and we got Sam Piltdown, the Australian Champion hooking it up with the World Champion, Cobryn.
Andrew Fulton : Lets not forget the in ring debut of one Cyrus Williams and the Hellhounds getting there Australian Tag Team Titles back from Ruthless L Reeve!
Toby Navel : You don't know that Fulton, who knows what Reeve has up his sleeve.
Jeremy Tucker : The kid is a dead duck Toby, he put in a great effort in Palm Springs, but now its two on one.
Toby Navel : That was a great show from Palm Springs, a great effort from everyone all round.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, well when are them Rig Syndicate suits going to wise up and send over some real commentators.
Jeremy Tucker : Maybe they'll let you go to one of them shows one day Fulton, but we didn't miss out completely, how was that free for all from the Crown Casino complex.
Toby Navel : That was just crazy Jerry, and without a doubt, looking back on that night, it would have to be the best match i have ever seen.
Jeremy Tucker : Thats a big call Toby, but i'm right there with ya, it was a classic and i'm beginning to look forward to these free for all's as much as i am the joint ppv's!
Toby Navel : What an effort by all four men, and congrats to Adrian Tanner Jr, he got the job done dominating that matchup, and i can't wait to see him and Cobryn going at it next week for the World Title.
Jeremy Tucker : We have also had a few new signings here in Australia, and also some old faces showing up again, like Nasty Ned, what a surprise that was to see him show his face at the Casino.
Toby Navel : Sure was, and he has never looked better, got to be in the best shape of his career.
Jeremy Tucker : Well, speaking of Ned, lets get this show on the road, take it away Frankie baby!
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, INTRODUCING FIRST, HAILING FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, AND WEIGHT UNKNOWN ... SIMON!!!
[Simon makes his way down the rampway to no theme music, the fans at the Wogga Wogga Community having never seen him before and not knowing who the hell he is are really giving it to him, screaming at him to take off and asking who he is. Simon ignores them and moves into the ring.]
Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT, HAILING FROM MASON CITY, IOWA, AND COMING IN AT 6'11 & 325 LBS, NASTY .... NED .... CHAMBERS!!!!
[A spot light shines on a phone booth standing in the middle of the entranceway. Smoke starts to fill the phone booth as Headstrong by Trapt starts playing. When the chorus hits blue pyro falls from the ceiling onto the phone booth. Red pyro blasts from where the phone booth was. When the Smoke dissipates the phone booth is destroyed. This Just got Nasty Rolls across the Aussie-Tron. As the Crowd realises who it is they all start to cheer.
Crowd- Ned Ned Ned Ned
The Spotlight now pans to the top of the Aussie-Tron where Simon stands starring down with his arms crossed. The Crowd just goes nuts for everyones favourite crime fighting wrestler. The man walks off the Aussie-tron, to thats right .... nothing, he is floating in the air. The man starts moving closer to the ring. As he gets closer to the ring the lights turn back on to reveal Ned Chambers floating along to the ring.]
Jeremy Tucker : Ned is back in town, and boy are these fans pumped to see him.
Andrew Fulton : These clowns would cheer anyone, seriously, Wogga Wogga? This has got to be the first wrestling show around these parts, and what do we give them to remember there first live match by, we give the Ned Vs Simon.
Toby Navel : I'm sure you would prefer it was Cyrus, Cobryn and The Hellhounds in every match, but it doesn't work that way Fulton.
Andrew Fulton : Cyrus? I thought that guy was many things, but a coward was never one of them, did you see him in Palm Springs? Thats two shows now he has ran from Cobryn.
Jeremy Tucker : I don't know what shows you are watching Fulton, but judging by this crowd here tonight, this may be the first show around here, but i don't think it will be the last!
[Referee Nick Tsalazidis finishes giving his instructions and patting down the combatants,and signals for the bell.]
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Toby Navel : And we're under way folks. Ned and Simon hook up, and Ned just throws Simon to the mat.
Jeremy Tucker : Simon gets to his feet, and charges at Ned, but runs right into a big boot courtesy of one Nasty Ned Chambers!
Toby Navel : Ned looking great again tonight guys, i told you guys, he is in career best shape.
Andrew Fulton : Don't get carried away Toby, look at his opposition, i mean, who the hell is this guy Simon?
[Ned grabs Simon and lifts him up over his head in a press slam, holds him there for a bit, and then drops him in an overhead press powerslam.]
Jeremy Tucker : I have no idea who this Simon is either, and if Ned keeps this beating up on him, i doubt he will know himself after the match.
[Ned grabs Simon, throws him into the ropes and nails him with a tilt-a-whirl slam.]
Toby Navel : Ned with a perfect tilt-a-whirl there, he is completely destroying this newcomer Simon.
Andrew Fulton : What's Simon expect, he can just sign a contract with Ring Syndicate and then breeze through, no sir, it don't work that way.
[Ned picks Simon up again and drills him with a reverse crucifix powerbomb.]
Jeremy Tucker : Nasty Ned is on fire here, and poor Simon hasn't been able to get a look in.
[Ned signals that this one is over, he picks up Simon and plants him with a Running Death Valley Driver, then mounts the top rope.]
Toby Navel : Nasty Ned Chambers has been dominant tonight, and now he's going to fly!
[Ned sets himself on the top, then sets sail, connecting with an amazing 5 star frog splash.]
Jeremy Tucker : GO NED!
[Ned crawls over for the cover.]
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ....................... 2 .......................... 3!!!!!
Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH, NASTY NED CHAMBERS!!!!
[Headstrong by Trapt hits and referee Tsalazidis raises Ned's arm in victory.]
Toby Navel : Great win there to Ned, things are looking promising for him around here.
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[All of the lights in the arena go out and the arena is thrust into darkness as "Cloud Connected" by In Flames blares over the speakers. The lights come back on tinted dark blue, providing just enough light to see as Skorp slowly walks to the ring. Completely ignoring the people, his trench coat dragging behind him, Skorp enters the ring and immediately proceeds to the center of it. Once there he kneels, spreads each arm straight out to each side, faces the sky, closes his eyes, and enters into prayer to his god.]
Andrew Fulton: Because of wrestlers like this one is why Australia is finally getting to its feet. Cobryn, Cyrus Williams, Nick Cairo, The Hellhounds and now Skorp; at least some quality in our shows.
Toby Navel: [Clearly ignoring Fultons non-sense comments] Skorp is praying to his god. Thats like a Gregorian song am I wrong?
Jeremy Tucker: He can sing like Pavarotti and hell still look like Messiah for me
Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 64 tall!
Andrew Fulton: He doesnt look like Messiah. Skorp is something else, and whats wrong with Messiah anyway? I miss that megastar wrestler a lot.
Frank Salazar: SKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Upon finishing the prayer he rises, throws his trench coat over the ropes, and proceeds to a neutral corner, where he waits with his head bowed.]
Jeremy Tucker: Well, Skorp is debuting tonight in the CWA.
Toby Navel: He has a troubled mind in my opinion
Jeremy Tucker: That seems like a right assumption. But even when a troubled mind, Skorp has won several championships, including world heavyweight titles and tag team titles, which means he can work in a team, and thats good.
Andrew Fulton: Exactly the kind of workers that we need
Jeremy Tucker: So bad he uses to not only injure his opponents, but in the way injures himself too.
Toby Navel: And rumors are running about him not being open in the backstage. Looks like he is someone hard to work with, at least for interviews and paperwork
Andrew Fulton: Superior minds are hard to understand for simple and common minds like yours.
[Suite-Pee by System of A Down plays as Mental walks casually down the ramp. He stops and gives one fan a high five. He then gets in the ring and moshes out to his music.]
Frank Salazar: And the opponent hailing from New York New York! Weighing in at 172 pounds and standing at 511!
Toby Navel: What do we have here? A gothic against a freaky thats great.
Frank Salazar: DOOOUUUUGG MEEEEENNNNNNTAAAAALLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: I have to remark that Skorps physique is impressive
Andrew Fulton: You like him huh? I always knew you were gay.
Jeremy Tucker: Dont talk more blatant bullshit. Im just pointing out
Andrew Fulton: Cmon Jerry. We all know you learned that from Ian Hawkins.
Jeremy Tucker: I knew you were coming down with that. I remember it was so disgusting seeing Ian making sexual comments about Hunglestein
Andrew Fulton: Dont try to change the perspective here ok? Were talking about you Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Fuck you Fulton.
Toby Navel: Now you want to fuck him? Sheesh
[Skorp smirks at Mental, like not acknowledging him as a true adversary.]
Jeremy Tucker: Mental hits Skorp in the face with a right, but Skorp doesnt even blink!
Andrew Fulton: Keep trying to change the topic Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Drop it off!!!
Toby Navel: Mental hits Skorp again with a right, but I think Skorp is not even feeling it!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental runs to the ropes and clotheslines Skorp but Skorp doesnt even take a step back!
Andrew Fulton: The motherfucker is strong I tell you.
Toby Navel: Mental runs again to the ropes for impulse and takes Skorp down with the STO!!! Mental took Skorp down!
Jeremy Tucker: And is nailing him with crazy lefts and rights, and now is choking him desperately! Mental is nuts!
Andrew Fulton: Like we didnt know already
[Skorp pushes Mental off himself. Mental flies and lands face first in the mat one foot apart from Skorp!]
Jeremy Tucker: Impressive power! Skorp looks mad and is getting up
Toby Navel: Mental tackles but Skorp is able to contain him and hits him in the back with the forearm. Skorps lifts him up in a powerbomb but Mental hurracanranas his ass to the mat! What a reversal! Mental hooks up Skorps legs for a pin!
El Atlético: One Two (Skorp pushes Mental off over him again)
Jeremy Tucker: Mental has really surprised Skorp tonight. You cant predict a lunatic
[Mental charges at Skorp but is knocked down by a terrible spinning roundhouse kick.]
Andrew Fulton: Looks like Skorp just did
Toby Navel: Skorp almost took Mentals head off with that kick to the face! Skorp pins Mental with one hand
El Atlético: One Two Three (Shoulder up!)
Jeremy Tucker: Mental with his shoulder up at the last second!
Andrew Fulton: I think that was only a convulsion meh.
Toby Navel: Maybe if Skorp had hooked up the legs in that pin he would already be the winner of this match.
Jeremy Tucker: Only maybe. Doug Mental is the last ever IPW Deathmatch Champion, after winning it from Enigma Adam Haven, one of the most vicious men in the business. Mental has taken much more punishment than a kick. You cant underestimate someone like him.
Andrew Fulton: Anyway, Skorp stands up and drops one knee to Mentals empty head! I like it like that!
Toby Navel: I cant believe you said that
Andrew Fulton: Me neither. I need a pill.
[Skorp pins Mentals head with his forearm.]
El Atlético: One [Mental pushes Skorps arm off his face.]
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp lays his boots on Mental. Mental tries to get up but its soccer kicked in the ribs!
Toby Navel: Mental rolls out of the ring to compose himself.
Andrew Fulton: Hes running away, accept it.
Jeremy Tucker: I see him staying at ringside. Skorp goes after him, but as soon as Skorp leaves the ring, Mental gets in
Toby Navel: Skorp tries to get back in the ring but Mental baseball slides with a kick to his face! Skorp tumbles back and hits the ring barrier with his back.
Andrew Fulton: Nice coward strategy by Mental.
Toby Navel: Wise strategy my friend, a nice wise one.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp shakes his head but starts walking to the ring. Mental suicide dives into Skorp!!! Oh my God what a risky move!
Toby Navel: Skorp is obviously having a hard time with Mental on his debut match here in Australia.
Jeremy Tucker: Both men are down and El Atlético is yelling at them to bring the fight back to the ring.
Toby Navel: Mental is getting up while the crowd is cheering for him. Every show people like Mental more and more.
Andrew Fulton: Because people suck.
Toby Navel: The one who sucks is you Fulton.
Jeremy Tucker: Mental pulls Skorp up buy the hair, forcing him to stand up, and whips him to the steel ring steps!
[CLANG!]
Toby Navel: Skorps reverses it and Mental is the one who crashes against the ring steps instead!!!
[Mental squeals a little for pain in his back.]
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp walks toward Mental, breathing heavily.
Toby Navel: This doesnt look good.
Andrew Fulton: Looks fine for me. If Skorp can put his hands on Mental, this match will get interesting and short!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp forces Mental up by his head, kicks him in the gut, hook his arms and TIGER SUPLEXES HIM OVER THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!
[CLANG!]
Toby Navel: What a vicious man Skorp can be!
Jeremy Tucker: Sweet Jesus! Mental is rolling in agony at the ringside floor just like a cat that has been ran over
Toby Navel: What a grouse analogy Jerry.
Jeremy Tucker: Fulton is a bad influence.
Andrew Fulton: Definitely.
Jeremy Tucker: Oh no! Skorp is picking up the steel ring steps, and looks like is going to smash Mental with them!
Toby Navel: If he does that El Atlético will disqualify him, whom is advising him to not do it.
Jeremy Tucker: Thanks God. Spork apparently listened to the referee and dropped the ring steps to the floor.
Andrew Fulton: Damn ref. He shouldnt get his nose into the matches! Fucking Puerto Ricans.
Toby Navel; Dont start again with that.
Jeremy Tucker: What is Spork doing?!
Toby Navel: Jerry, we can see he is pulling the ringside floor protector, revealing the plain hard concrete.
Jeremy Tucker: I know what hes doing. What I meant is that he is not supposed to do that dammit.
Andrew Fulton: Skorp is bringing a different twist to our shows. Enjoy it people.
Toby Navel: The crowd is booing Skorp, but he doesnt seem to care at all. Skorp kicks Mental in the back, and then kicks the back of his head! Stop the beating!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp smashes Mentals head against the ring barrier. Skorp lifts Mental up in the air and drops him face first over the ring barrier! Thats too much!
Toby Navel: Skorps wraps his arms around Mentals waist and high-angle German suplexes him on the exposed concrete floor!!! Mental was dropped on his head over the concrete floor!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental is out! MENTAL IS OUT!
Andrew Fulton: Talking about being dropped in the head. The Head-Dropping Uncle, Ak-47 Andrew Karnage, made an announcement the other day about him possibly not wrestling anymore. Even closing the doors of the Bad Karma Dojo. I wonder what will happen with Cairo.
Jeremy Tucker: Those are bad news for the wrestling world. Andrew Karnage is one of the best executers in professional wrestling. And great talents come out from his dojo too.
Toby Navel: Like ours Nick Cairo. Well miss the guy. Anyway I still hope to see him back in a couple of months.
Jeremy Tucker: Now back to the match I realized that El Atlético hasnt been counting them out, and theyve been wrestling on the ringside since forever
Toby Navel: I guess El Atlético prefers the Puerto Rican lucha libre style
Andrew Fulton: Excuses, excuses. Puerto Ricans dont know how to count.
Jeremy Tucker: Cant you stop being a racist asshole for a couple of minutes?
Andrew Fulton: Ive been holding myself for too longer already.
Toby Navel: Ugh. Skorp picks Mental up and forces him into the ring. Skorp slides in right after.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp with the cover!
El Atlético: One Two Thr (Mental touches the bottom rope with his foot)
Toby Navel: Mental still lives! Incredible!
Jeremy Tucker: El Atlético is trying to explain to Skorp what happened, but he cant believe it. And frankly, I cant either.
Toby Navel: The audience is really into the match, and are chanting Mentals name.
[Mental! Mental! Mental! Yeah.]
Jeremy Tucker: Mental is trying to stand up using the ropes, but is useless.
Toby Navel: Mental is too wick to continue. If I were a ref I wouldve stopped the match already.
Andrew Fulton: Thats why youre not a ref. And I have to thank the god of Skorp because of that. Amen.
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp decides to stop arguing with El Atlético and walks back to Mental.
Toby Navel: Skorp is surprised to see Mental practically up by the ropes and charges at him! Mental ducks and Skorp crashes down to ringside!!!
Jeremy Tucker: What an irony is that Skorp lands on the exposed concrete floor! That must show him which god is more powerful, his or ours.
Andrew Fulton: If you want to preach go to the streets but let us enjoy the show here.
Toby Navel: Mental pulled that move out of his sleeve but he is still laying in the mat, almost motionless.
Jeremy Tucker: That move will give him some time at least.
Andrew Fulton: He is only delaying the inevitable.
Toby Navel: El Atlético is starting to count out Skorp now he is counting?
El Atlético: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Andrew Fulton: I smell corruption!!! Somebody explain me why the {Mongo Edit: Go Fuck Yourself, writer} ref is now counting!
El Atlético: FOUR!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: I think the {Mongo Edit: Go Fuck Yourself, writer} are illegal Mexicans
El Atlético: FIVE!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: All are the same for me!
El Atlético: SIX!!!!!!
Toby Navel: Skorp is finally standing up while Mental crawls to the far side of the ring
El Atlético: SEVEN!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Skorp rolls into the squared circle. Doug Mental attacks him with a running clothesline but misses! Skorp lifts Mental up and rocks his world with the backdrop driver!
Toby Navel: What a dangerous high-angle back suplex! Mental landed with all the weight of his body on the neck!
Jeremy Tucker: [singing] Everybody! Yeah! Rock Your Body! Yeah! Everybody! Rock Your Body right! Backstreets Back, alright!
Andrew Fulton: That was so pathetic I think Im going to throw up, excuse me guys.
Jeremy Tucker: Ahhh It wasnt so bad!
Toby Navel: Ugh, yes it was. You didnt need to do that man. That was not necessary, really.
Jeremy Tucker: Arrghhh fuckers.
Toby Navel: Skorp is not losing his time tonight and Irish whips Mental to the corner! Skorp charges right behind him but stops on Dougs foot!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental springboards from the second rope and bulldogs Skorps head to the mat!
Andrew Fulton: First, he almost wins the free for all, and now this! What it takes to kill some useless piece of crap like Mental!
Toby Navel: A lot I guess. Mental is on the top rope and is pulling up his pants legs, showing the kneepads! Time for the Straight Jack-It!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental looks at the crowd for approval and even a blind know the crowd wants it!
Toby Navel: NO! Skorp is up and slams Mental off the top rope! Mental is not moving!
Jeremy Tucker: What is Skorp doing?! He is climbing to the top rope! What are you doing Fulton?
Andrew Fulton: Im still throwing up dont you see dumbass? I cant hold myself when I remember you singing Backstreet Boys wwuuuaarrggrgghh!
Toby Navel: Oh boy that stinks like hell. Skorp is on the top rope! Suicidal Tendency (Corkscrew Swanton Bomb)!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental moves out of the way right on time!!! Skorp crashes on the empty mat!
Toby Nave: And Mental is up in the top rope! Straight Jack-It (450 knee drop on the face)!!!
El Atlético: One Two Three!!!
Jeremy Tucker: Mental did it!!! Mental won over the debutant Skorp!!!
Andrew Fulton: Mental what? Wuaaaarrrggghhhhh
Toby Navel: Oh. Lets get the hell out of here!
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Jeremy Tucker : And we're back folks, and if you couldn't tell by all the noise in here, its that special time of the night when we get to see The Hellhounds.
Andrew Tucker : My favourite part of the show.
Toby Navel : Yes, yes, we know Fulton.
[Hot to death by Everlast kicks in, and Ruthless L Reeve makes his way out to the rampway, he stops a moment, looking at all the fans, and poses with both tag team title straps, one on each shoulder, he then makes his way down the ramp, high fiving his fellow Australian's and makes his way into the ring.]
Frank Salazar : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING TAG TEAM CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IS FOR THE AUSTRALIAN TAG TEAM TITLES, INTRODUCING FIRST, COMING IN AT 7' & 317 LBS, HAILING FROM MELBOURNE AUSTRALIA, THE CURRENT HOLDER OF THE AUSTRALIAN TAG TEAM TITLES, RUTHLESS .. L ... REEVE!!!!
Andrew Fulton : Say good bye to them belts Junior.
Toby Navel : I must say, i admire Reeve, he is in a no win situation here ...
Andrew Fulton : No win, got to agree with you there.
Toby Navel : As i was saying, i admire him, he could of just handed them belts over to the hounds when Triple B left him, but instead, he said screw that, and challenged them both to come and take them off him.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, i hear once his career is over here, there is an opening for him as a Kamikaze pilot in the Australian Air Force.
Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENTS, HAILING FROM THE LAND OF {No Means No} AND HONEY, AND COMING IN AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 610 LBS, THE RING SYNDICATE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE .... HELLHOUNDS!!!!
Jeremy Tucker : Listen to this place will you, these fans are really going wild.
Toby Navel : Super entrance that.
[Psycho and Cerberus both slide into the ring and charge straight for Reeve who goes right at them.]
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve nails Cerberus with a big right on his way in, but Cerberus doesn't even flinch, and he and Psycho just launch themselves at Reeve, the pair of them taking him down and pummelling him on the mat.
Toby Navel : Come on ref, get one of them out of there!
[Referee Nick Tsalazidis trying to get one of the hounds out of there, but they just ignore him and Psycho runs through Reeve with a vicious Clothesline from Hell.]
Andrew Fulton : Clothesline from Home there by Psycho, and he then makes his way to the outside.
Toby Navel : Finally. Cerberus picking up Reeve, in a hip toss, and he turns it into a piledriver.
Jeremy Tucker : Things aren't looking to good for The Ruthless One here folks.
Andrew Fulton : Of course not, he's in here with the Hellhounds you know. The Ring Syndicate World Tag Team Champions!
[Cerberus tags in Psycho and then they double team Reeve as Cerberus grabs his partner and piledrives Psycho's head right into Reeve's.]
Toby Navel : These two are just brutal, they will even harm each other to get the job done like we just saw.
Jeremy Tucker : Cerberus now moves to the outside, Psycho is ontop of Reeve, and referee Nick Tsalazidis drops for the count.
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ................... 2 .................... (Reeve kicks out.)
Toby Navel : What courage there from Reeve, he could easily of just layed down for the count and gotten this all over with.
Jeremy Tucker : Maybe he should of. I'm beginning to think this whole match was a bad idea.
Toby Navel : Its not about winning or losing Jerry, its about pride, and Reeve showing he has plenty of that.
[Reeve and Psycho both get to there feet, and Reeve nails Psycho with a Samoan neckbreaker.]
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve showing some fight here, he ain't done yet.
Toby Navel : Sure isn't. Reeve now on the offence, and he is going right at it, he picks up Psycho and drops him with a nice Bubba bomb.
Jeremy Tucker : Reeve looks pumped, and runs over to the corner and nails Cerberus with a running elbow, sending him flying off the apron.
Toby Navel : Super elbow there, Reeve grabs Psycho in a inverted headlock, then brings his back down onto his knee.
[Reeve then trows Psycho into the corner, and follows him in there with a head of steam, but Psycho gets a foot up and Reeve runs right into it.]
Jeremy Tucker : That could just about do it there for Reeve, he had the momentum up for a bit, but now the Hounds are back on the offensive, and thats not where you want to be with them.
Toby Navel : Psycho bounces off the ropes and plants Reeve with a Asai Psychosault, and he nailed it perfectly.
Jeremy Tucker : Psycho then goes over and tags in Cerberus who had made his way back to the apron.
[Cerberus mounts the top turnbuckle, and connects with a power moonsault.]
Toby Navel : This one is all over folks, these two are just having there way with the big man now.
Jeremy Tucker : He put in some token offence, but really, how is one man meant to compete with both of them on his own.
[Cerberus tags Psycho in again, and brings him into the ring with a snap suplex, Psycho landing on Reeve in a senton.]
Toby Navel : Both Hellhounds now pick Reeve up in a double suplex and then drop him back forward into a double uranage.
Jeremy Tucker : What an awesome tag team display this is here we are witnessing tonight!
[Cerberus drags Reeve to the outside and poles him on the saftey rail, Psycho then launches from the top rope with a devastating Psychosault sending himself and Reeve into the crowd.]
Andrew Fulton : And now the Hounds are right at home out there with the Purgatory's Puppies.
[Cerberus starts leading Reeve, beating the absolute living daylights out of him in the process. The Hellhounds take Reeve out into the back row of the Wogga Wogga Community Centre. Psycho irish whips Reeve into a Pepsi machine. Cerberus uses his brute strength to tip over the soda machine, while Psycho disappears out the back. Jonnie Valentine takes a chair from a pimply faced audience member and crashes it over the skull of Reeve. Cerberus pulls Reeve into his legs and uses every bit of strength he has to lift up Reeve and powerbomb him onto the Pepsi machine! A One of the Community Centre's spotlights hits Psycho who stands on the balcony of the Wogga Wogga Community Centre. Psycho does a throat slash gesture and sommersaults off the balcony, senton splashing Reeve on the Pepsi Machoine, breaking it open. Pepsis, diet pepsis, mountain dew, and slices come spilling out everywhere! The audience rocks with cheers while a mini-riot erupts over all the free sodas, with dozens of fans diving and fighting over them. ]
Jeremy Tucker : These guys are jsut brutal, and now they lead Reeve back to the ring.
Toby Navel : The hounds are tag team specialists, and they are bringing out all there tag team moves here in a brutal display of tag team wrestling.
[Cerberus slides a table into the ring, and Psycho picks it up and runs at Reeve, who has made his way into the neutral corner.]
Andrew Fulton : Running avalanche with the table! Eat wood Reeve!
Toby Navel : Whats with these guys, what do they need the weapons for?
Andrew Fulton : Thats who they are!
Jeremy Tucker : Unfortunately for Reeve, that there table never broke in that Avalanche, and now Cerberus sets Reeve up on it, Psycho mounts the top rope and takes off with a spinning kick as Cerberus bounces off the ropes nailing him with a spinning kick to the back of his legs.
Andrew Fulton : STILLBORN CRADLE!!!
Jeremy Tucker : This one is all over.
Andrew Fulton : You think so?
Nick Tsalazidis : 1 ............................ 2 .............................. 3!!!!!
Toby Navel : The Hellhounds with a very convincing win there.
Jeremy Tucker : What the hell did they do that for? That was totally unwarranted!
Andrew Fulton : Jonnie slides the chains into the Hounds, who both wrap them around there fists and open Reeve up with some hard shots to the head.
Toby Navel : This is not necessary, they won the match, they got the belts, why on earth are they doing this?
Andrew Fulton : Because they want to, Reeve opened his big mouth on how he made his name on the Hounds beating the hell out of him, i guess they just want to help him out a bit more in his career.
Jeremy Tucker : Sweet Jesus, if they keep this up much longer, they'll end his career, look at all that blood, Reeve's face is covered in it.
Andrew Fulton : Yeah, he don't look to Ruthless now, does he?
[Jonnie throws a garbage can into Psycho who catches it, Jonnie then tosses in a couple of chairs. Psycho places the garbage can over the bloody head of Reeve and the hounds then wind up and both smash the chairs into the garbage can with a con-chair-toe and Reeve falls in a heap to the mat.]
Toby Navel : Folks, this is just sick, we'll be back after this break.
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Jeremy Tucker: With the great spots Daniels and Tanner pulled out last week on the free for all at the Crown Casino, this match promises to be huge as well.
Toby Navel: Both did great last week, but dont forget that last week Mars did pretty well too, reaching the finals of the Memorial Tag Team Cup with Stein, giving Phoenix and Hunglestein a hard time
Andrew Fulton: Remember about the memo Toby. We cant mention Roberts name here
Jeremy Tucker: Theres no memo about that!
Andrew Fulton: There you go Jerry. Keep covering your boss ass. Youre good at it
Jeremy Tucker: Youre a fucking liar Fulton. You only want to keep heating things up between the two
Andrew Fulton: Im just pissed because its stupid we cant mention the name of such a big star. A star the new ones in this business look after.
Jeremy Tucker: He is the stinkiest rat that anyone can find in the backstage area of a wrestling event. Period.
Andrew Fulton: You dont understand
Jeremy Tucker: What I dont understand is what the hell Im thinking when I try to change your mind about something. Damn, you approve Steve Daniels racist comments.
Toby Navel: Talking to Fulton is like talking to a concrete wall.
Andrew Fulton: You mean wood is wiser than concrete?
Toby Navel: No, well where do you want to go with that?
Andrew Fulton: Well, you practically said Im as dumb as a concrete wall, right?
Toby Navel: That was the main idea, yeah.
Andrew Fulton: Then why a concrete wall, and not a wall made from wood?
Toby Navel: Well I dont know.
Jeremy Tucker: Drop it off already.
Andrew Fulton: Listen to yourself Toby. You are implying that concrete walls are dumber than wood walls, am I right?
Toby Navel: No, well I dont know. Maybe yes, kind of.
Andrew Fulton: You are being racist against concrete walls. Motherfucker. And theres nothing telling you that wood walls are better than the concrete ones. Hell, concrete walls are stronger than the ones made of wood, and they dont burn. But even then you think concrete walls are the dumbest walls there can be
Jerry Tucker: Im lost. Why you do that Fulton?
Andrew Fulton: Because racism is inside each one of us, fucking Christ! and because youre dumber than a wall of any material to get it.
Jeremy Tucker: Youre starting to be a Steve Daniels mark; shame on you Fulton.
[Born in the USA by Bruce Springstein hits and out walks Steve Daniels. He has on a pair of blue short length tights with white stripes on the sides, black shoes with blue laces, a white wristband on his left arm, and a pure white robe with a confederate flag on the back of it. He picks on some random minority and slides into the ring.]
Andrew Fulton: And here comes The American Dream
Toby Navel: The Hitler of our era.
Frank Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with the CWA Statewide Championship on the line!
Jeremy Tucker: Nobody has been able to take that title from the powerful hands of Mars.
Toby Navel: Nobody. Mars is the first ever and still CWA Statewide champion.
Frank Salazar: Introducing first hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 232 pounds and standing at 511 tall! A former XGW World Cruiserweight Champion THE AMERICAN DREAAAAAAAAMM STEVE DAAAAANIIIEEEEEEELLSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Toby Navel: Hi Hitler!
Andrew Fulton: Shut the fucka! Give some respect to the man.
[Fulton stands up and claps his hands for Daniels.]
[The lights dim to black, and two spotlights begin a strobe lightshow pointed at the Aussie-tron as black and white still photos of Adrian's past begin to flash across the screen. This continues for a time until finally focusing on a shot of Sam Piltdown holding the Ring Syndicate Australian Heavyweight Title. The picture of Sam shatters into a million pieces like glass breaking and is replaced by the words
Adrian Tanner The Anti-Fluke
The words appear to get closer and closer until it engulfs the whole screen and then the screen fades to black.
"Stereotype" By Powerman 5000 hits, and the words "I TOOK THE ROAD MOST TRAVELLED, AND STILL BEAT BBB" flash across the screen. More black and white footage follows, playing in tune with the music.
[Trap door in every step
Truth is I can't connect]
(Adrian taking a fireball to the face courtesy of Jonnie Valentine.)