Post by tommylipton on Sept 4, 2020 8:32:33 GMT -5
WWX Ravage
Guitar riffs… Features of WWX Superstars appear on the video tron. Pyros explode all around the arena.
………
A teaser for Resurrection is shown with The Definition by Nas being the official theme.
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Hart: Welcome to a VERY SPECIAL edition of WWX Ravage!
Lane: We Are Here LIVE! 300 lucky fans in the stands here at the Tim Horton’s Field, in Hamilton Ontario. Home of the CFL team, Hamilton Tiger Cats! The XHF Network and WWX have teamed up to continue our road to WWX Resurrection!
Hart: We will as well meet our NEW CEO!
Lane: I want to know who’s forcing Tommy to relinquish the Championship!
Hart: A year ago if you asked me, I would have said a revival is far from a slim chance of happening… BUT it actually is happening!
Lane: And we have 300 eager and lucky fans who are the first to return to the stands since reopening WWX. We have Covid-19 safety protocols in place, and we are ready to start!
Hart: But first, a word from our sponsor…
COMMERCIAL
[New WWX reporter Melissa Matthews, wearing a revealing low cut emerald green evening dress, stands in front of a large Vengeance banner that consumes the backdrop with microphone being firmly held in her left fist when Ashton James Riker saunters into the shot in street clothes consisting of a dark grey tank top with “Ruthless Wrestling Academy” arched across the chest in bold black lettering matched with a pair of simple grey sweat pants and black steel toed boots. Bryan Chase stumbles into the picture behind his client in a half buttoned peach colored dress shirt and a pair of khakis. The personal agent takes a big pull from the bottle hidden in a brown paper bag AJL clutches at the white towel draped behind his neck while obnoxiously smacking his lips together on a piece of bubble gum before spitting it up into the air then swatting it away with the back of his hand as he turns his baby blues to the camera and flashes that dimpled smile we’ve grown to expect from Ashton James Riker.]
Mel: “Tonight you go one on one with the living legend and former World Champion in an anything goes extreme rules match. Do you have a game plan to pull off what would be considered by many to be a massive upset against Me. WWX himself, Tommy Lipton?”
{The camera catches Ashton James Riker admiring the voluptuous curves of the new reporter and AJR snaps out of the trance she put him in then looks the young female reporter in the eyes for the first time in this interview with a flirtatious gaze.)
-AJR-
Melissa Matthews, is it? I think I’ll call you Mmm Mmm for short abbreviation. Do I have a strategy to beat Tommy Lipton in a hardcore environment like this? DUH! It wouldn’t be much of a game plan if I came out and told everyone how I’m going to win before our match. Give me a little more credit than that Mel but yes there’s a few tricks I’ll have at my disposal Tonight on Vengeance and with Bryan Chase in my corner? I can’t lose, not that I ever do.. Oh! That reminds me.. with this whole pandemic lockdown and social distancing thing going on, I’ve decided to be the responsible adult for once so with that said, I’ll be doing my part to stop the spread of Covid 19 by wearing this custom made lucha health hood.
(Ashton James Riker produces a white luchador mask and holds it up to the camera.)
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-AJR-
I Know what you’re thinking, it should be a crime to cover up this gorgeous money maker of mine but don’t fret there will be no regret because once yours truly lays the beat down on Tommy Teabagger, I’ll be unmasking this pretty face in the winner’s circle after the match. Maybe I’ll see you there..
(Ashton James Riker winks at Melissa Matthews who smiled back as AJR slowly backs away.)
COMMERCIAL
‘In The End’ By Linkin Park blast through the PA system in Tim Hortons Field, Hamilton ON.
Lane: Here comes the man himself!
Hart: To surrender the WWX Championship as instructed, I hope!
Tommy Lipton wearing a brown leather jacket, the title strapped around his waist and light blue denim jeans, steps out with a bottle of water. He pours the water over his head and wipes his face with a WWX branded white face towel. He then tosses it to some fans in the stands and makes his way down the ramp.
BONN: The following is a non-title no disqualification match, set for one fall or submission… From Toronto, Ontario Canada, weighing 255 pounds… Making his way to the ring, the WWX Champion, MR. WWX, TOOOOMMYYYY LIIIIIIPTON!!!
Tommy unclips the title and climbs the turnbuckle and raises it high over his head!
Hart: Ashton James Riker has a huge opportunity tonight, if he beats Tommy Lipton one would suspect that would fast track him to face the winner of tonight’s main event title match, either, Willie or Syndicate could be crowned the new Champion!
Lane: I got to admit, I do not agree with the Board of Directors on this one. Why do we want to celebrate a paper champion? No, Tommy Lipton should not be forced to relinquish his title.
Tommy grabs a mic from the ring side staff.
Tommy: Are you happy to be here?
CHEEEER
Tommy: It is great to see some of you fans finally in the stands, and damn, we got a show of shows for you tonight! History in the making will happen and believe me, this is a show no one will ever forget!
CHEEEER
Tommy: Now for the hot topic, THIS!
Tommy raises the Championship Belt.
Tommy: Well, here you go…
Tommy places the title on the matt and waves towards the backstage where Mr. Blue and Mr.Black reveal themselves from behind the curtain… They slowly approach the ring and then get in with the General Manager.
Tommy: Here is the title, and as promised I am surrendering it.
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEER/booo
Mr. Black picks the belt up and Tommy steps forward at him. A look of stone cold aggression covers Lipton’s face.
Tommy: I’ll play the game, BUT if Willie Steen and Syndicates match ends by a no contest then that belt remains… MINE!
BOOOOOO/CHEEEER
Mr. Blue shakes his head.
Mr. Blue: Sorry Tommy, that will not happen, and you won’t be getting involved in that match. From the CEO himself, Tommy Lipton you are banned from ringside… WE will both be at that match to be sure we have a proper winner…
Quickly Mr. Blue and Mr. Black exit the ring before Tommy thinks to attack.
[The Video Wall Sparks to life with three large, Purple big block letters on a teal backdrop.]
(The guitar riffs of welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses slowly intensifies u til it reaches it’s cresendo and that’s when Ashton James Riker steps out onto the mainstage and into the bring white spotlight shining down on him followed by a barrage of multicolored fireworks exploding overhead.)
Bonn: And his opponent... ASHTON JAMES RIKER!!!!
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease
Ashton James Riker slips on a personalized baby blue health mask that reads AJR in hot pink bubble letters then saunters down the aisle in fashionable ring gear consisting of long tights with a stat spangled red white and blue flag flown held in the talons of a soaring bald eagle running up the left leg while the right leg has a Pepe the frog meme on the outer thigh. Matched with patriotic knee and elbow pads with the American Flag logo centered in the middle.
Jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees
Uh I, I wanna watch you bleed!
(AJR circles around the ring before walking up the steel staircase then front flipping over the top rope into the center of the ring where he gives a military style salute to the digital crowd.)
DING DING DING
Tommy fires off immediately with a clothesline taking AJR down! Tommy smirks at the crowd and grabs AJR and sets him up. Tommy hits three consecutive German Suplexes! He then hits a fourth!
Lane: What is that? A quadruple German Suplex instead of the usual triple!
Hart: Well that fourth blow looks to have totally knocked Ashton James Riker out!
Lane: AJR may be a previous ONE time world champion, but that was a long time ago and he definitely wasn’t facing the likes of Tommy Lipton, MISTER WWX!
Tommy Lipton brushes his shoulder in AJRs direction. He kneels next to AJR telling him to “Get Up!” AJR stirs and starts getting up, Tommy Lipton grabs him and lifts him for the Lipton Slam! Ashton escapes the hold and clotheslines Tommy desperately in the back of the neck. Tommy drops to a knee. AJR hits Tommy with vicious brain scrambler stomps! Tommy escapes and rolls out of the ring. He holds his head looking down frustrated. AJR baseball slides and hits Tommy who crashes into the guardrail. AJR moves quick and grabs Tommy, Tommy fires a hook to the ribs and then hooks AJR across the chin. Tommy rushes AJR into the corner and slams his knees into AJRs mid-section. AJR falls forward and Tommy covers hooking the leg.
ONE….
TWO….
AJR kicks out of the pin attempt. Tommy exits the ring and grabs a chair.
Hart: Tommy looking to tag in a partner to I guess even the odds?
Lane: It’s no DQ Hart…
Hart: Yup!
Tommy returns smiling as AJR stands up.
CRACK!!!
CHEER!BOO!
Tommy covers Ashton.
ONE….
TWO….
KICKOUT!
Tommy grabs Ashton, Ashton throws a punch and Lipton ducks and AJR hits the ref instead! Tommy grabs AJR but AJR hits Tommy with a dirty low blow! AJR spears Lipton to the ground! Bryan Chase slips on an identical luchador mask to the one worn by Ashton James Riker who conveniently slides under the ring as Chase rolls inside tripping both feet up on the bottom rope stumbling and bumbling across the ring before accidentally bumping into Lipton from behind and taking Tommy down with a sloppy leg hook roll up, the ref is conscious and counts.*
ONE……
TWO……
Lane: Lipton kicked out at two! The referee doesn’t seem to notice the bait and switch.
Hart: Someone get that drunk bum out of the ring please..
Tommy Lipton unleashes a vicious tornado lariat that spins the masked man into a 180 degree crash landing before slowly rolling his almost lifeless body under the ropes until falling off the corner edge onto the padded flooring surrounding the ring below.
Hart: Tommy, turn around!
Lane: Don’t look now but AJR is taking to the air!
Ashton James Riker has the brown paper bag held by Bryan Chase earlier and removes the empty glass liquor bottle. Tommy Lipton turns just as the glass bottle smashes over his head and implodes into tiny shards of flying broken glass! AJR quickly scales the tip rope and leaps off without hesitation landing and imploding 450 Splash!
Lane: Astonisher connects! Can Ashton do it?! He’s got the leg hooked! One, two, thr-NO!! SO CLOSE!!
Hart: It’s going to take more than that to keep Mr. WWX down for the three count..
Tommy Lipton quickly slows the moment with a well timed knee lift to the body followed by a series of hard clubbing blows across the lower back beating Ashton James Riker down to both knees then wraps bother arms around the waistline with a gut wrench and hoists AJR up into a desperation Canadian Backbreaker countered into a satellite armbar Crossfade submission!
Lane: Tommy Lipton is stuck in Lockdown in the middle of the ring! That’s Ashton’s patented submission move and the ropes are out of reach for MR. WWX!
Hart: Will Tommy TAP!!???
Lane: NO WAY!!
Tommy grabs AJR by the arm, he moves to apply pressure… Tommy gets AJR onto his back!
ONE…
TWO….
THR/KICK OUT!
Tommy rolls off AJR, both men get up and Tommy strikes with a stunner!
Lane: Canadian Icebreaker!
Tommy drops to a knee, he then looks up and sees Bryan Chase. Tommy Lipton will a look to kill gets to his feet. He chases after Chase, Chase runs around the ring. Inside the ring Ashton grabs hold of a steel chair. Chase runs into the ring as Tommy follows!
CRRRRAAAACCCCCKKKK
CHEEEEER/BOOOOOO
Lane: NOOOOO!!!!
Ashton James Riker smiling drops the chair and then climbs the ropes…
Hart: AJR hits the Imploding 450 SPLASH!!!
AJR covers!
ONE……
TWO……
THREE…../KICKOUT…..
Hart: The Ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Lane: What!? Tommy kicked out!!
Hart: Was it before the ref made the three? I don’t know, maybe just barely if anything but it doesn’t matter, the calls been made and Tommy Lipton finally suffers a loss on the last show of the summer!!
Lane: Unfair!
Bonn: The winner by pinfall… ASHTON JAMES RIKER!!!!!!!
Hart: With Tommy dropping the world title and this official loss, the summer of Tommy Lipton is finally over!!!
COMMERCIAL
Lane: Not even moments after Tommy Lipton had to face AJR here this evening, now Kevin Capone is demanding a meeting with our General Manager!
Hart: I would expect nothing less. Tommy Lipton has to answer to Capone for what happened all those years ago!
The camera focuses on a sign on the door which reads “GENERAL MANAGER’S OFFICE – TOMMY LIPTON.” As the camera pans back, a brigade of security guards, dressed in all black and arms folded over their chest guard the door. Suddenly, the door swings open in a haste. From inside the office.
Lipton: Is all this necessary? How do I say this politely…Those two gentlemen needn’t bother themselves with this matter. I can take care of this.
Representative: Mr. Blue and Mr. Black feel it’s important for the integrity of the brand that these men be here for your next meeting. Lipton grumbles under his breath. He pushes through the security.
Lipton: Alright! At least let me out, to get some air, before he gets here.
Just then the camera pans to an arriving Kevin Capone. He is wearing a gray track suit and black trainers and leisurely makes his way down the aisle way towards the office.
Representatives: Assume your positions! The security guards form a “king’s guard” position around an annoyed Tommy Lipton.
Kevin Capone: It’s ok, fellas. Me and Tommy already met in the ring. I’m sure we can handle an office meeting.
Tommy Lipton shifts in his chair, he favors his sore arm from his match.
Lipton: How can I help you, Mr. Capone?
Capone: I want a match Tommy, you and I have unfinished business.
Lipton: Well, it is unfortunate you are very busy tonight.
Capone: Devine has been quiet all week and I have heard he wasn’t on his plane. I expect he will no show tonight, so if you are suggesting tonight-
Lipton: After I just had a match!?
Capone: You just indicated-
Lipton: Enough of this, you ARE busy, you are busy I have been informed in the main event.
Capone: Wait?! A Championship match??
Tommy bursts out with laughter but then grunts in pain and grabs his sides.
Lipton: AJR, tough kid… NO! You will not have a title match.
Capone: Maybe AJR hit you harder than you thought on your head, I am confused, so I am not in the main event?
Lipton: The CEO has decided that YOU will be the Special Guest Referee!
Capone: Really?! And will the CEO show him/herself.
Lipton: Himself, and yes, he is here. He will be here for the main event.
Ringside
Hart: We will finally find out tonight who the new CEO is!
Lane: I want to know who’s forcing Tommy to relinquish the Championship!
Hart: You said that already earlier.
Lane: And I still want to know!
COMMERCIAL
“Champion” By Barnes Courtney hits the PA system as the crowd in the Tim Hortons Field stand to applaud the Rex master.
Bonn: The next match is set for one fall… From Sea Isle, New Jersey weighing 238 pounds… The Rex Master, REX MCALLISTER!!!!
Rex donning his usual track jacket and black wrestling tights makes his way to the ring, he removes his vest and enters the ring as he awaits his opponent.
Hart: Rex McAllister a former World Champion, he has his eyes set on the last TV Champion of WWX, James Ranger who also is a former world champion.
Track 11 : 狂気の蛇眼 (Snake Eyes Of Madness) hits the speakers and the crowd boo’s Ranger!
James Ranger walks with an air of disgust mixed with a tinge of madness that grows with each passing week, eyes those to the left and right as he approaches the ring, taking in his opponent with measure slowly, as one would prepare their meal.
Hart: Both men are ready, this is a big match as we know at Resurrection that the International title is up for grabs and having a win here could send a message to our GM!
In the ring James Ranger circles Rex McAllister. James fakes a punch but Rex hardly flinches. James Ranger moves in and the tow tie up center ring. Rex whips James into the ropes. Rex hits James Ranger with a cross body! Rex tries for an armbar… James Ranger gets away. James and Rex to their feet. Rex moves in and hits Ranger with a fall away slam!
CHEER
Hart: Rex trying to seize control over this match may have done so with that fall away slam!
Rex grabs James by the leg and kicks him. Rex rolls James Ranger over for a Boston Crab… James is close enough and grabs the ropes. James gets under the ropes and up on the apron. From either side of the ropes the two start to punch it out. James grabs Rex by the head and he jumps back bouncing Rex off the rope and then James rushes in and hits a DDT, James covers.
ONE
TWO
Rex kicks out! James grabs Rex and lifts him up, James sets up another suplex but Rex reverses it into a suplex of his own. Rex executes a utterfly suplex then a kip up. James slow to his feet. Rex grabs him and lands a spinning side slam and covers!
ONE….
TWO….
James Ranger kicks out.
Lane: Close fall!
Rex whips Ranger into the ropes and on the rebound hits a Firemans Carry and covers James up.
ONE…
Kickout by James Ranger at one and a half, Rex grabs James Ranger, James counters with a hip toss. James Ranger then his a spinning sole kick! James stalks Rex, Rex gets to his feet and James Ranger executes a Northern Suplex and pins McAllister.
ONE…
TWO…
Rex kicks out! Rex gets to his feet, James punches Rex
Rex stumbles back.
Rex kicks James Ranger.
James grabs hold of his mid section
James punches Rex
Rex punches James
James punches Rex
Rex blocks
Rex pulls James in and goes for the Rex Effect
James reverse and hits a backdrop, Rex to his feet, James goes for a spear but Rex moves James hits the ropes. James falls back and into a Rex Effect attempt! James fights Rex off. Rex grabs James Ranger and lands a Belly to back suplex and covers Ranger for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
James Ranger kicks out. Rex grabs James and throws him into the corner following up with a sharge for a shoulder thrust but Ranger moves. Rex slams into the corner and James Ranger executes a double underhook backbreaker!
Hart: A lot of back and fourth in this match
Lane: Both former world champions and both here to show one another why they were a champ!
James scoops up Rex, Rex counters and hits a tilt the whirl backbreaker. Rex quickly scoops James up now and hits a float over powerbomb! Rex covers!
ONE….
TWO…
THR- KICKOUT
Rex motions to end this match. Rex sets up for a Rex Effect… James shoves the ref and then hits Rex with a low blow! James grabs Rex… James pushes Rex back and goes for the Final Execution finishing move!
Lane: Ranger going for the Axe Kick!!!
Hart: No! Rex moved!!!
Lane: Rex takes James down into the Rex Lock!
Hart: James can’t reach the ropes!!!
TAP TAP TAP!
The ref turns and sees James Ranger tapping out and calls for the bell!!!
DING DING DING
Bonn: Here is your winner, by submission! REX McALLISTER!!!!!
Lane: It was quickly paced and full of action. What a match!
COMMERCIAL
Scene opens backstage in the locker room area of Tim Horton Field. The camera is focused on WWX superstar, Willie Steen walking down the hall, dressed to compete. His ring gear consist of blue and black wrestling tights, black boots, and black knee pads. He is also wearing a knee-length, studded, black leather coat and a pair of designer sunglasses. In his hand is the briefcase he won at Vengeance. As he walks down the hall he runs into former champion and current CEO, Tommy Lipton. Lipton looks Steen up and down. A discomforting smirk spreads across his face.
Lipton: Big match tonight, huh?
Steen just glares back at him. His expression remains stoic
Lipton: Awful quiet today. Not like you. You must really be in a zone tonight. Well, that’s good. Maybe this time you’ll actually get the job done. Sure would hate for you to waste ANOTHER opportunity.
Steen glare intensifies. His chest heaves as he rips off his sunglasses. Lipton chuckles
Lipton: Anyway, good look out there . . . champ.
Lipton pats Steen on the shoulder. Steen recoils with a look of anger and disgust. Lipton chuckles as he makes his way past
Lipton: I’m sure it’ll all work out, the right man, the best man, will leave Ravage tonight as Champion. I promise. I can’t be out there due to the CEO’s orders, but I am sure it will be a excellent match with the proper outcome
Steen watches him walk away and then turns back toward the ring. His expression changes that of intense focus and determination.
COMMERCIAL
The lights go out and J. Cole – Middle Child blares from the arena sound system in the pitch black. After several seconds the lights come back on and Kevin Capone is already standing at the top of the ramp, wearing a striped, black and white, Falcon: IWA Original T-Shirt.! As he makes his way down to the ring he is joined by Mr. Black and Mr. Blue and a few members of security.
Lane: They definitely do not want Tommy Lipton to get involved!
Bonn: Tonight’s main event will be officiated by Kevin Capone! This main event match is set for one fall, it IS for the World Wrestling Xistence Championship!
“Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobastank hits. Steen steps out onto the ramp wearing a pair of long blue and black wrestling tights, a studded, black leather trench coat, and his trademark sunglasses. In his hand, the Number 1 Contenders briefcase. He throws his arms out in a crucifix pose as his pyro goes off. He makes his way down to the ring with a determined and focused look on his face.
Bonn: From Hollywood, The Hollywood Dream… WILLIE STEEEEN!!!!
Hart: What a road this mans been on, searching to once again be a champion!
The lights go out in the arena as オープニング (Opening) by Shoji Meguro begins to play through the PA system. The following video appears on the massive screen set up above the stage: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycIypHIe42c*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Lane: There seems to be no love lost between this Hamilton crowd and the Wrestling God, Gary!
Hart: Well, this is Tommy Lipton's home country, after all! He's corrupted all these fans, too!
Lane: Oh, come on, don't tell me you actually BELIEVE anything that Syndicate's been saying about Lipton!
As "THE WRESTLING GOD" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Wrestling God himself, Syndicate. Dressed in a white robe decorated in golden accents and white denim jeans, he hits his signature crucifix pose with his blonde hair shimmering in the glow of the light.
Lane: I'm not saying I'm fully on board with what he's been testifying, but what I am saying is that it makes sense! Syndicate has been focused on taking care of the damned devil for SEVEN YEARS, and tonight, he's finally going to reach the top of the mountain once again, whether Mr. Lipton likes it or not!
Hart: All night you have been saying how unfair it is that our General Manager should have to relinquish his title!
Lane: Yes, the new CEO has no idea what he is doing, clearly. Tommy Lipton is the one true champion in my mind. However what is done is done and all I am saying is Syndicate is about to become our new champ whether Mr. Lipton likes it or not
Syndicate drops his arms and looks behind him towards the entranceway, where The Oracle, Sophie Irvine, has emerged to support her husband. She's dressed in the same white robe has her husband along with a flowing black dress and circular round glasses perched upon her flawless face. The two share a kiss at the top of the entrance ramp before they make their way down to the ring as a chorus of boos rains down upon them. Willie Steen stares daggers into the eyes of the Wrestling God as Syndicate slides into the ring and smiles at his opponent. He extends his arms to Steen in a welcoming gesture, as if he doesn't want to hurt him, but Steen doesn't accept the gesture and instead just stares straight ahead, completely focused at the task ahead.
Bonn: Introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by the Oracle, Sophie Irvine...from the City of Angels, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Wrestling God, SYYYYY-
As Syndicate performs a crucifix pose in the center of the ring and smiles at the crowd, Willie Steen flattens him with a snap dropkick!
***CHEEEEEEEEEEEER!***
Hart: Steen doesn't want to wait! He's taking it to Syndicate!
Steen gets on top of a prone Syndicate and starts peppering him with rights and lefts, but the referee manages to pull him off and back him into his corner. Syndicate stands, staggering from the abrupt start to the action, as the bell rings!
***DING DING DING***
Hart: And we are underway here in Hamilton, where there will be a NEW WWX World Champion!
Lane: As long as this doesn't turn into a no contest.
Hart: With all this security out here and our new CEO putting Kevin Capone in as special guest referee, I think it's safe to say Tommy Lipton won't be able to interfere in this and ruin this match!
The two circle around the ring as they continue to stare one another down. They come together for a collar and elbow tie-up. Steen wrenches Syndicate into a headlock which Syndicate quickly reverses into a chicken wing. Steen reverses back into a headlock. Syndicate wrenches free and shoves Steen into the ropes. Steen rebounds and runs right into a hip toss followed by a side headlock.
Steen manages to get back to his feet and wriggle free. He whips Syndicate into ropes. Syndicate rebounds and hits a shoulder tackle, knocking Steen to the mat. Syndicate bounces off the ropes and tries for an enziguiri. Steen ducks at the last minute and rolls Syndicate up. Kickout.
Both men get up and start trading shots. Syndicate whips Steen into the corner and charges for a clothesline. Steen ducks out of the way at the last second as Syndicate crashes into the corner. Steen whirls around and hits a step up enziguiri to the back of Syndicate’s head. As Syndicate staggers back to his feet, Steen runs off the ropes and clotheslines Syndicate over the top rope. Steen looks down at as a stunned Syndicate struggles to his feet. He leaps off of the ropes and hits a flying forearm smash on the outside.
Steen is first to his feet as Sophie screams desperately for Syndicate to get back up. Steen lines Syndicate up and charges at him. At the last second, Sophie steps in front of her husband causing Steen to stop in his tracks. Kevin Capone starts to shout at Sophie and orders her to get out of the way. Fed up, Steen grabs her and pulls her out of the way. However, the distraction gives Syndicate enough time to recover as he grabs Steen and forces him into the ring post shoulder first. Sophie lets out a loud cheer as Steen crumples to his knees, grabbing his shoulder in pain. Syndicate then grabs Steen and whips him shoulder first into the adjacent ring steps. Syndicates tosses Steen into the ring and high fives his wife. He slides into the ring and goes for the cover.
Hart: Sophie got in the way, Kevin Capone needs to get her in line!
ONE….
TWO….
Hart: Steen kicks out! What a start to tonight’s match!
Syndicate immediately goes to work on the arm of Steen with a series of armbars and submissions holds. Wrenching and twisting away as Steen does all he can to fight the pain. Steen manages to rally himself to his feet. He attempts to whip Syndicate into the ropes, but Syndicate reverses into a jumping arm breaker. Cover.
ONE….
TWO….
Steen kicks out and Syndicate begins stomping on the arm of Steen. He grabs him up and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Syndicate grabs Steen and hoists him onto the top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up the turnbuckle and prepares for a superplex, but Steen blocks it. Steen headbutts Syndicate and sends a forearm shot to the face that knocks him off the top. Steen leaps from the turnbuckle and hits a hurricanrana. As Syndicate tries to get back up, Steen charges and hits a shining wizard. Cover.
CHEEEEEEEEEEER
ONE…
TWO….
Lane: Syndicate kicksout! Both these men at war for the grandest prize!!!
Steen grabs Syndicate back up to his feet. Syndicate breaks the grip and back elbows Steen into the corner. Syndicate backs up and charges the corner. Steen gets his feet up but Syndicate catches him. He yanks Steen up from the corner by his feet and hits a jumping back breaker. Syndicate covers. Capone drops down for the count.
ONE….
TWO….
Willie kicks out and Capone raises two fingers.
Hart: Capone has been calling this one fair.
Lane: Yes, no complaints here.
Syndicate grabs Steen and dragon whips him into the turnbuckle! Syndicate grabs Steen up and tosses him him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. He stalks over to Steen, picks him up and tosses him into the corner. He precedes to kick and stomp him into the corner until the referee forces him to break. As Capone turns to force Syndicate back, Sophie grabs Steen’s injured arm from the outside and yanks it across the bottom rope. Steen grimaces and grabs him arm. Syndicate snatches Steen out of the corner and whips into to the ropes. On the rebound, Steen slides underneath the grasp of the waiting Syndicate. Steen pops up and hits a reverse neckbreaker. Steen rebounds off the ropes and attempts a rolling thunder senton, but Syndicate gets his knees up to block. Syndicate manages to get to his feet. He runs off the ropes and hits the Original Syn. Cover.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ONE….
TWO….
THR/KICKOUT!
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER
Lane: Syndicate almost got the three!
Syndicate gets into the face of Capone and the two exchange words.
Syndicate then grabs Steen and brings him up to his knees and begins shouting into his face
Syndicate: I am a god! Do you hear me?!
Syndicate slaps Steen across the face
Syndicate: You are beneath me! You will always be beneath me!
Syndicate slaps Steen again.
Syndicate: Do you hear me!!
Steen looks up at Syndicate and defiantly raises his middle finger. Enraged, Syndicate rears back and sends a vicious kick towards the face of Steen! Syndicate, who sits on his knees in the center of the ring, looks over at Steen with that now-signature warm smile of his. Extending his arms towards Willie in a somewhat-welcoming gesture, he speaks to his opponent.
Syndicate (off-mic): Don't you see, Brother Willie? Don't you see? This all lacks meaning...for everything has already been foretold
Breathing heavily, he lowers his arms and looks downward at the canvas.
Syndicate (off-mic): Strike me...strike the Wrestling God...and the prophecy will finally be fulfilled.
Steen, who has pulled himself to his feet, walks over to Syndicate. He looks confused, but his rage blinds him as he clocks Syndicate with a brutal right hook!
***CHEEEEER!***
The punch causes Syndicate to spit out a bit of blood onto the mat, and immediately as he sees it, the Wrestling God's face changes. His happy smile disappears, and in its place, a look of pure mania flows from his eyes to his mouth. He starts to cackle a bit as blood flows across his tongue, indicating that he enjoys the taste. Steen looks on as Syndicate stands and stares daggers into the eyes of his opponent. He speaks again, this time with a deeper, gruffer tone.
Syndicate (off-mic): You piece of shit. You're nothing more than a pawn, Steen! You're nothing, do you understand me??
Willie goes in for another punch, but Syndicate blocks it and starts hitting punches of his own, knocking Steen to the floor!
Hart: What the...what's gotten into Syndicate here???
Lane: I think Syndicate's gone off the deep end, Mike!
Hart: It appears that way Gary...
Syndicate looks down at Steen in disbelief. The disbelief soon turns to abject rage. He mounts on top of Steen, and starts hammering away at him. He then wraps his hands around Steen’s throat and starts choking him, until the referee has to physical pull him away. Syndicate grabs Steen and forces him into the corner. Syndicate sends a few more shots into Steen’s face before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Syndicate climbs up the turnbuckle and set up for a huge superplex. Just before he can, Steen manages to fight out of it and perform a sunset flip from the top of the turnbuckle, landing on his feet. He then uses his momentum to drop Syndicate into a Cali Clash. Steen goes for the cover.
Capone: ONE…
Capone: TWO….
Capone: THR/NOO KICKOUT!
A look of exasperation comes across Steen’s face. The exasperation turns to determination as he looks up at the top turnbuckle. He stalks to the turnbuckle and climb up onto the top rope. Just as he does however, Sophie climbs up onto the apron and grabs Steen by the leg. Steen tries to shake her off as Capone rushes over to pry her away. Steen loses balance and falls.
Hart: Syndicate with the NO SIGNAL!
Lane: Yes! This is the end for Willie Steen! Syndicate with the cover now.
Capone: ONE….
Capone: TWO….
Capone: THRE---
Hart: No, only 2.99999999
Lane: There’s Sophie on the apron giving Capone a piece of her mind. That’s right, Sophie!
Sophie has hopped on the apron and yells “SLOW COUNT!” in a hissy fit. Capone approaches her and informs her it was only two, with his fingers.
Hart: What’s Sophie on about? Kevin Capone has been calling this straight down the middle tonight.
Sophie continues in her fit of rage, yelling right in Kevin’s face while Capone maintains it was only a two count. She
continues bickering then suddenly…
Lane: HA! Sophie just slapped Capone straight across the face. Take that, Kevin!
Hart: Oh no!
Capone is seething, his face trembling in anger, and gets closer to Sophie and lets out…
Kevin Capone: You’re outta here! Right now!
Sophie’s face turns a darker shade of red than prior as she continues to yell at Capone ignoring his decision. Capone turns around and Syndicate is right in his face now, barking.
Syndicate: What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Kicking my wife out like that!? Who the hell do you think YOU are!?
Kevin Capone: This is your last warning, Syndicate. Back off.
Syndicate: (Laughs) What are you gonna do? I dare you!
Syndicate turns his back on Capone and smiles into the camera. He turns back around and now lets out a loogie.
Hart: WHAT!
Capone moves out of the way at the last nanosecond and the loogie lands squarely in Sophie’s face!
Lane: WHAT!
Sophies falls off the apron in shock, her fingers shivering as she puts her hand on her face and realizes what’s on there. From behind Willie Steen grabs Syndicate… Steen rolls Syndicate up!!!!!
Capone: ONE….
Capone: TWO……
Capone: THRE
CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
CRACK!!! CRACK,CRACK,CRACK!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mr. Blue stands over Capone with a chair. Willie Steen gets up and looks surprised. Suddenly Willie is ambushed by security! Syndicate to his feet, Mr. Black and remaining security attack him!
Lane: WHAT??!!!
Hart: What the hell is going on!???!
Mr. Blue is on top of Syndicate now throwing left and rights. Capones getting mud stomped and Steen is now getting assaulted in the corner turnbuckle with kicks to the mid section by Mr. Black.
Mr. Blue slowly gets up and calls for a mic…
Mr. Blue (breathing heavily): Security take hold of these men!
Capone, Steen, and Syndicate are on their knees center ring being held there by security.
Mr. Black: It is time to meet the CEO… Please give a warm welcome to …. …. ….
Mr. Black and Mr. Blue smile at the three grounded WWX superstars.
Hart: I am at a loss for words…
Lane: I am not! This means…. OH MAN…. Hart! This means this match is a no contest!
Hart: Wait, you are right… Wait… OH NO!!!!!!
….
….
‘In The End’ By Linkin Park plays over the PA
CHEEEEEEEEEEER/boo
Bonn: Please welcome, the Chief Executive Officer of the WWX…
Lane: Oh Yes!
Bonn: He IS YOUR WWX CHAMPION….. TOOOOMMMYYYYYYYYYYY LIIIIIIPPPTTOOOOONNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hart: You have got to be joking!!
Lane: YES!!!!!
Tommy walks out holding a mic. He raises it as he walks to the ring.
Tommy: Kids, Kids, Kids! Did you really think anyone is above ME?! Did you really think it would be this simple to have the WWX title taken away from me?! What I really wanted is for you to all be in the same place all at once! All vulnerable to my master plan! Steen, Syndicate, you still need to go through me to achieve this!
Tommy being handed the belt by Mr. Black raises it high up with his right arm.
Tommy: And Capone… I wanted you close by to see just what a war with Tommy Lipton looks like! Right Syndicate!?
Tommy grins and turns his back on the three fallen men…
Tommy: Steen and Syndicate… I’ll see you both at Resurrection!
That is if you survive tonight!
Mr. Blue now stands in the ring looking at the three grounded superstars. In his hand is a...
Hart: A damn sledge hammer!!!
Lane: Tommy means to destroy his opposition here tonight!
Tommy raises the belt and walks up the ramp….
Hart: NO SIGNAL!!!
Syndicate frees himself and takes down Mr. Blue with a No Signal. Syndicate then hits another guard with a No Signal and follows up with a double clothesline to two more guards! Capone frees himself as well and spears a guard, Steen also now fighting back! The crowd cheers! Syndicate slides under the ropes and charges at Lipton….
CRACK!
Tommy turning nails Syndicate between the eyes with the title belt.
Tommy: You a God?! I AM YOUR GOD!!!!!
Tommy looks up to see Capone and Steen fighting back against the security and Tommy quickly turns to leave… Leaving the chaos behind him….. for now
WWXRAVAGE