Post by Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001) on Mar 18, 2009 15:43:48 GMT -5
Eve of Champions
(Live In Primetime at Ford Field in Detroit, Exclusively On VTV)
(Live In Primetime at Ford Field in Detroit, Exclusively On VTV)
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*Just as the main ringside opening of the show comes to a close and the crowd noise/fireworks stop, we cut abruptly to outside the arena where Doc is making his way directly towards the building, triggering a massive pop from the crowd inside the arena. As he gets to the door however, he is stopped by a security guard, who puts his hand straight out in front of Doc.*
"I'm sorry, but you're not authorized to be here tonight."
*Doc looks at the security guard, a little confused.*
"Oh, there must be some sort of misunderstanding. You see I'm an XHF employee, hold on, I'll get some identification in fact."
"That wont be necessary sir. You're not authorized to be here tonight."
*Doc stops rummaging through his bag for ID and looks at the security guard again, wondering what is going on.*
"Hold on, what's going on here?"
"I'm sorry sir. It's orders from the boss."
*At that statement, Doc's eyes widen as he realizes...*
"Oh, so this is the boss's orders?”
“Yes sir.”
*Doc turns and begins walking away from the door, rubbing his chin. He looks round at the building, thinking, then notices a truck full of TV equipment going in to an "authorized vehicles only" part of the building. He runs over to the truck, out of listening distance of the camera, but we see the driver giving Doc his hat and jacket and getting out of the truck as we cut back to ringside and another loud crowd pop ensues...*
Cole: Wellllll well well now, I wonder what in the world that was all about?
King: Good question Cole, damn good question, hopefully we'll find out one way or another from either the VXW Champ Doc or our owner Mongo himself before this night is over. And speaking of which what a truly historic evening it's destined to be, 'eh Cole?
Cole: Oh no doubt about it King, this promises to be an event not soon forgotten by any means, as after a full year on hiatus the XHF has officially signed a brand new TV contract, graciously extended to us by one Charlie Velez himself, and by god we're back on the air at long last to begin taking it to the Xtreme all over again week in, AND week out folks!
King: Indeed we are, and all that being said why don't we finally get back down to business for the first time here as we kick things off with our rather unorthidox, but plenty entertaining opener pitting the tag team partners from Team Wu Tang versus one another, General versus The Prophet to be exact!
*"Shining Bright Star" by Black Strobe blares through the PA system and Prophet now comes out running, shooting his SMG all over the arena, forcing everyone to duck for cover. Prophet begins to run out into view, jumping in bunny hop fashion every once in a while.*
Announcer: And introducing, one half of Team Wu-Tang, PROPH-
*Prophet interrupts him with the butt of his gun to the back of the head.*
Prophet: BLUE.
*He begins to squat over the announcer.*
Cole: Oh wow it’s Prophet. This guy is one interesting character.
King: UGH
*"Kiss From A Rose" by Seal blares through the XHF and General comes out running, shooting his SMG all over the arena, forcing everyone to duck for cover. General begins to run out into view, jumping in bunny hop fashion every once in a while.*
Announcer: And introducing, one half of Team Wu-Tang, GENER-
*General interrupts him with the butt of his gun to the back of the head.*
General: HAHAHAHA!
*He begins to squat over the announcer.*
Cole: And now with General, our match is set to begin.
King: YES.
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Two out of Three Falls Match
(Fall 1: Save a kitty out of a tree match)
(Fall 2: Pie baking contest)
(Fall 3: Decided by random spin of THE WHEEL)
General vs. The Prophet
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Two out of Three Falls Match
(Fall 1: Save a kitty out of a tree match)
(Fall 2: Pie baking contest)
(Fall 3: Decided by random spin of THE WHEEL)
General vs. The Prophet
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The first match is a save a kitty out of a tree match and in the ring are two trees that have been fixed into the ring. One of them is for Prophet and the other one is for General and on both of these trees reside two scared kitties. Before the match begins, General and Prophet stare at each other. The fans are then horrified as General jumps on Prophet’s head then both squat up and down repeatedly, as the squats mimic sex thrusts. General begins to jump off and get to his side of the ring. The bell then rings and both jump on branches of the tree, trying to jump on one another until they get to the top. General begins the sabotage as he takes out a pistol and shoots Prophet in the knee cap. Prophet falls off from the short height.
: WTF I HATE YOU
: YOUR FAULT FOR NOT AVOIDING IT, NOT MINE.
Prophet then climbs up high and eventually is able to make it with General and again General tries to shoot Prophet, but this time, he is able to avoid it. Prophet takes out his needler and begins shooting a bunch of needle-type bullets at General’s hand, which then explode. General is now just hanging by a thread on the branch. General pushes himself up, finding out that Prophet is almost at the top. With very little time left and at over thirty feet in the air, General realizes that in order to win, he has to bring his big guns… literally. He takes out a rocket launcher and shoots the tree. Prophet begins to notice that the tree is about to give way.
: WTF IS THIS SHIT?
Prophet and the kitty begin to fall down and Prophet lands on the floor, with the kitty landing on top of him.
-Prophet has been killed by General.-
Prophet respawns next to his partner, General, who laughs very hard and the bell rings.
Announcer: As the cat from Prophet’s tree is safely down, the winner of fall number one goes to PROPHET.
Winner of the 1st Contest: Prophet
: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- OMG NO.WTF
:
Announcer: The second fall of this match is a Pie Baking Contest! And introducing the Special Guest Referee/Judge!
*"All about the Benjamins" by Puff Daddy blasts over the P.A. Obsidian walks out eating nachos. He's wearing an expensive looking coat and snazzy sunglasses. GQ comes out behind him, following and strutting. Obsidian walks down to the ring, still eating the nachos and dropping cheese on his jacket. He climbs in the ring and gives a thumbs up to the crowd.*
Each member of this match is given a table with a mini-oven, flour, butter, egg, milk and apple.
: Apple is my favorite.
The match starts with both characters actually working diligently on their pies, trying to follow the listed instructions. Prophet is the first of the two who begin to try to start the foul play. He dumps some flour on himself then pokes General’s shoulder. When General turns around, Prophet moves his arms around and makes a scary sound, trying to pass off as a ghost. General jumps back, scared. He then realizes it’s Prophet and elbows him in the stomach. Prophet falls down to the floor and General jumps on top of Prophet’s pie in progress and begins to piss in it. He then realizes he’s wearing a suit and is actually pissing in the suit. Prophet sees that and begins to laugh. General groans and gets back to work on his pie.
Cole: I think that this is the most… disturbing match that I have ever seen in my life.
King: I love these two! Don’t hate them!
With the pies almost complete, Prophet walks up behind General and attacks him in the back of the head.
General has been killed by Prophet.
: WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM
: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR.
: BULL SHIT.
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During the time between General’s death and respawn, Prophet dumps some “special ingredients” into General’s pie. Noticing that General is respawning, he quickly goes back to his own table and puts his pie in the oven. General not noticing any changes does the same. After enough time for the cooking and the cooling, Obsidian begins to observe the pies. With a knife and a plate he cuts a slice out of Prophet’s pie and begins to devour it.
: Raejwiujihmm!
Obsidian gives a thumbs up and puts up eight fingers up, indicating his score.
: WHAT THE F*** IT WAS AT LEAST AN ELEVEN.
: THE NUMBERS ONLY GO UP TO TEN, IDIOT
: WHATEVER.
Obsidian goes up to General’s pie and cuts a piece. Prophet begins to laugh to himself as General’s tainted pie is now being eaten. Obsidian’s eyes grow wide and reaches his hand into his mouth, taking the pie out of his mouth.
: Is this... Is this...
: OMG PROPHET, YOU RUINED MY P-
: NACHO CHEEESEEEE!!!!!!!!
Obsidian shoves his hands into the rest of General’s pie and PIGS OUT. He then, when finished, shows all his fingers, then another finger to indicate his score.
: WOOOOOOO! MY SCORE IS ELEVEN!
Announcer: And winner of the second contest, General!
: WTF. I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT ONLY GOES UP TO TE-
: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
: I HATE YOU.
Winner of the 2nd Contest: General
The ring is cleared out, as we prepare for our final competition between the General and Prophet. Two large bridges are positioned, reaching from the ring itself to the entrance ramp, thus suspending both athletes quite high above the steel entrance ramp below.
Announcer: In our third and final contest, Prophet and General will each take their respective turns walking up and down the suspended bridges here. Based on crowd reaction and personal opinion, a special guest judge will be selected to make the final decision. And now, to help regulate and judge this walk-out, please welcome special guest, Chris Brown!
The fans give a HUGE pop as the popular Chris Brown makes his way down to the ring. The fans are in a frenzy for this loveable American Icon, when from the back, a masked figure sprints down, and attacks Brown with a chair shot to the back. Brown falls down, only for the masked figure to raise the chair again, before smashing Brown's head with it. Security and paramedics immediatly flood the scene, as the masked figure enters the ring. Chris Brown is loaded onto a stretcher, and taken out of the building. In the ring, the masked man takes off his ski mask, and with a microphone screams towards the unconscious Brown.
: THAT WAS FOR RIHANNA, YOU SICK BASTARD.
Bradshaw rips off his black coat, to unveil a referee's shirt proudly.
Announcer: I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, but apparently Terry Bradshaw will now be judging this contest. Gentlemen, are you ready to begin?
Both General and Prophet look at one another, and each crouch a few times before taking their first steps onto the side-by-side bridges lined up.
Announcer: First up, is Prophet!
A disco ball lowers above Prophet's bridge as the lights dim, and "Don't Speak" by No Doubt begins to blare throughout the arena. At this point, Prophet seductively struts down the ramp, doing little spins here and there for effect. About half-way down the ramp, he extends his arms and prepares for a cartwheel, when all of a sudden, a large blue orb flies out of nowhere, sticking to the back of Prophet's head. As the plasma gernade glows in the darkness, we can hear General laughing hysterically. Prophet hears the noise and desperately reaches to pull the gernade off the back of his head, but its too late and he explodes, body parts flying everywhere.
: OH MY GOD. THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN.
Prophet respawns, ironically in the exact same spot he was before. He stands there on the ramp, looking irate even through his helmet, as he watches.
: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Announcer: Next up, General!
The General stops laughing and gets completely serious, entering his bridge/ramp and kneeling down to one knee. The lights go out again, and suddenly "Piece of My Heart" by Janis Joplin hits over the speakers. From out of nowhere, General pulls out a cowboy hat and puts it on, before doing some sort of odd square dance down the walk-way. He spins, and at one point lifts his knee up and swings it from side to side, before doing a side cartwheel. He then spins around and does the moonwalk. As he turns back around to do a flip, a lone gunshot rings out in the arena, and the music stops as General falls to the ground, dead. Prophet rises to his feet and lowers his sniper rifle.
Cole: It appears as if Prophet has evened the score!
King: Well, is it over now, or what?
: NOW HIT MY MUSIC.
King: Guess not!
"Don't Speak" begins to play again, as Prophet starts to do his seductive strut once again. He stops and turns to the crowd, shaking his ass at them in a very whore-ish way. He then starts doing pelvic thrusts, when from out of nowhere, a huge jeep-like vehicle comes flying through the air, and crashes into his bridge, smashing the bridge and killing him instantly! The music stops as General gets out of the jeep, and climbs back up to his own bridge.
: BRING THAT BEAT BACK.
"Piece of my Heart" hits again, and General puts his cowboy hat back on before doing his square dance routine. Prophet soon respawns, this time right next to General, and immediatly begins to do his seductive dance, trying to out-dance his rival and competitor.
Cole: This is getting heated now!
King: Both men dancing at the same time! How can it get any more heated than this?
For absolutely no rational reason, Terry Bradshaw sprints down the bridge way now, and begins to dance along with General and Prophet, inexplicably. Why he joined in, we don't know, but we do know that he is busting a move like a professional. He begins to break dance with incredible grace and flow, making both General and Prophet look bad. Both the competitors in the match stop, and stare at the judge. The music stops playing, but Bradshaw continues to do the worm across the bridge, before spinning around on his head. He gets up to his feet and throws his hands in the air proudly, only to be struck in the back of the head with the butt of Prophet's gun. Prophet then begins to crouch repeatedly over Bradshaw's motionless body.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third and final fall... will be decided now by our last resort judge, who we kept on hand just in case two other judges were brutally attacked and incapacitated. So please welcome the man who played the Joker in the Batman movie!
The audience gasps as a casket is rolled out onto the entrance ramp. All of a sudden the casket door swings open, and out pops Jack Nicholson, in his Joker costume. He does a goofy little dance, then speaks into his microphone.
Jack Nicholson: You guys are the REAL Jokers here, because you both suck at dancing. But I don't know, I guess the blue one kinda did a better job, if you can call it that. Made my balls tingle a little bit but the dancing itself sucked. The red one, I mean you're dressed like a red space man but you're wearing a cowboy hat? I don't see how that makes any sense at all.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, per order of Jack Nicholson, the winner of the third and final fall is PROPHET!!!
Overall Winner: Prophet!
: YOU FAT OLD DOUCHE. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT GOOD DANCING? IT DOESN'T COUNT, HIS OPINION DOESN'T COUNT. HE'S PROBABLY GOT DEMENTIA OR SOMETHING ANYWAY.
: STFU. IT'S JACK NICHOLSON!
: I THOUGHT CROWD REACTION WAS A PART OF THIS. HE WASN'T EVEN OUT HERE TO HEAR THEM!
Jack Nicholson: Excuse me, but S-T-F-U? How is that a word? You can't just say letters that don't spell anything, it doesn't make any sense at all. You freaks, I'm outta here.
Jack Nicholson climbs back into his casket, and closes the door, before security begins to roll it out of the arena. As they do, Prophet and General hop into their warthog in the debris of Prophet's wrecked bridge way, and struggle to get it out. Once the vehicle has the room, they speed up the ramp way, in hot pursuit of Nicholson. General in the passenger's seat, he fires his SMG towards the security men and the casket, but they disappear to the backstage area before we see what happens. Meanwhile, tons and tons of stage workers struggle to remove all the wreckage from the arena as we cut to commercial.
*Suddenly... The lights turn dark and... BOOM! Pyros blare throughout the stage as "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit begins to play as we return to ringside. Michael Storm comes out in black wrestling shorts with yellow stripes on the sides. He begins to runs full speed down the ramp and then soon slides into the ring! Michael Storm gets up and then jumps to one turnbuckle and raises his arms, getting boos from the audience. Michael Storm jumps off and lands on his feet and stretches out his legs a little bit, grabbing a microphone.*
: So I was told earlier on that my match with Matt Hicks has been cancelled due to him still "recovering" from the injuries inflicted at my hands several weeks ago. Know what? That’s fine though. It makes me happy to know that this redneck trash wisened up and saw me for the threat that I really am. Really.
*Michael Storm smirks and winks to the camera.*
: It would have been a bad decision for a cripple to face me, and it would have made me look bad. I never hurt the mentally or the physically {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}. Matt? Well, he’s both. And with my main man, Fury, who’s at home enjoying a day off from his hard training, we’re unstoppable.
*Storm jumps onto the turnbuckle, almost YELLING at the crowd now.*
: And do you know what, XHF!? NO ONE IS BETTER THAN M-
*Suddenly, a chairshot hits Storm, and he is almost paralyzed on the turnbuckle, trying to hang on. He drops his microphone and finds another being who jumps onto the turnbuckle with him. It’s none other than Jason Anderson! The infamous XHF veteran grabs Storm and hits the As Daylight Dies! Storm is out cold on the canvus of the ring and Anderson grabs his dropped microphone.*
: I guess there IS someone better than you but I understand that I took you off guard, so you know what? I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself after that embarrassing defeat I just gave you and it’ll be a week from this coming Sunday at Night of Champions. Hit the showers…
*We now cut to another brief commercial break as Anderson remains standing over the prone body of Michael Storm and staring down at him intently with a grin on his face, obviously pleased at the carnage he's left in the wake of his long awaited return to the XHF after so long...*
*Upon returning from the break to ringside, a man dressed as a leprechaun happens to be entertaining the crowd between matches just now when suddenly...*
*The arena turns to black and guitar riffs echo throughout the arena. Smoke begins to fill the entrance way as the drum begins to join the guitar in the sounds. Flashes of light decorate the stage area as David Draiman's voice lets out a soft "can you feel that..." The crowd rushes to their feet looking to get their snapshot of the XHF legend about to walk through the curtain. Three large pyros go off at the top of the stage to the beat of Draiman's "ooh ah ah ah" The song immediately jumps to it's chorus as "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed deafens the crowd and as it does Reeshi steps through the smoke and pyro to a loud chorus of cheers and flashing lights. He stands atop the entrance way soaking in the feedback from the XHF faithful and walks slowly, yet with a purpose towards the ring. He walks around to the ring, eying up each corner, claiming it as his own before he uses the steps at the front of the entrance to climb onto the apron. He enters the ring and removes his jacket, walking towards the middle of the ring and raising his fist in the air. The cheers and chants grow louder once again, striking a surprised response from Reeshi but he doesn't show any ill effects, still following up with that trademark snarl-like smile.
Reeshi stands there eying up the leprechaun who isn't sure how to react himself. He sees Reeshi is currently posing no threat to the man so he smiles a smile too big for his face and presents his "pot of gold" to Reeshi. Really it is a cauldron-like container filled with chocolate coins that he was passing out to the crowd. Reeshi takes the bucket, sets it down beside him and strikes with a fierce kick to the midsection of the leprechaun and follows through with a devastating Coral Reesh! Reeshi then lifts the head of the leprechaun and dumps the bucket's contents, shoving it over the leprechaun's head and slamming it back down towards the mat. The leprechaun lays on his back motionless with the bucket over his head as Reeshi stares out to the crowd, that is now chanting his name. Only in his hometown of Detroit could he gain such a response.*
: Tara!!! Let's not leave these people waiting now shall we. It's time to reveal once and for all....The Grand Finale!!!
*Reeshi points to the Xtreme-Tron that has now lit up to show Reeshi entering the door of Tara's house. He drops his bag to see a babysitter/nanny present. She immediately begins to demand to know who he is and why he is barging into the home. Reeshi doesn't answer however, as he simply begins to unzip his bag. She then pleads with him to answer or she will call the police.*
: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Nanny: Oh really? And why not? What have you got there?
*The nanny steps forward to take a closer look. Her intrigue has taken over. Big mistake. As she approaches Reeshi rips from his bag a sledgehammer and before the nanny can move, strikes her directly in the skull!! She hits the floor and lays unconscious with the blood streaming from her forehead. A shriek shrill is heard. Reeshi and the camera look up simultaneously to see two children, Tara Fenix's own children as it were. Now suddenly white as ghosts, overcome with fear and the traumatizing image of the one who was taking care of them while their parents were out.*
: Do exactly as I say and I will not hurt you...
*The eyes of the children are locked solely on Reeshi. A slight nod in his direction is done out of fear. Reeshi reaches into his gym bag and pulls out two little tanks. They are unmarked and small enough so the children can carry. He places one in front of each of them and tells them each to go into a room and empty the components all over the house. He then reaches into his bag and pulls out a giant one and heads upstairs. He empties the contents in every room he steps into and leaves a trail back down to the stairs. The children are waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Reeshi instructs them to put everything back into his bag while he makes his way into the kitchen and brings out two chairs. Reeshi walks out the front door and places the two chairs in the lawn, near the sidewalk. He orders the children outside and demands they take a seat. He pulls out a cell phone and makes a call.*
: Bring the car around.
*He hangs up the phone and looks at the children. Both are sitting in their chairs staring at the house not sure what to expect next. Reeshi pulls out some small string and straps the children to their seats. A sniffle can be heard from one as her eyes begin to water. Reeshi crouches in front of each of them.*
: Don't move....don't take your eyes off that house. I want to you to watch your very livelihood crumble before you...just the way your mother's will on Sunday, March 29th at Night of Champions. I want you to learn what it means to be have everything you thought was true stripped from you. I want you to feel devastated and defeated...it's the only way you'll be able to share your mother's pain on the 29th. Empathy...it's a life-long lesson you will NOT soon forget!
*Reeshi then turns and steps forward, taking out a cloth from his gym bag. He also takes a lighter. Screams and cries are coming from the children as he ignites the cloth and throws it in the direction of the house. It immediately catches fire and is a matter of second before the house is engulfed in flames. Reeshi stands behind the children watching their eyes as they scream; watching the tears as they race from their eyes to the ground. Reeshi stares, emotionless at what he has just created. A car suddenly pulls up along the side of the road. Reeshi opens the passenger door and enters the vehicle as it speeds off, leaving the two children, stuck in their chairs watching their own tragedy before their own eyes. Utterly defenseless. Scene fades to black.
Back in the arena, the ring is empty meanwhile. Reeshi had cued the video and made his exit. The crowd is hushed and appalled by what they've just witnessed. As cameras zoom in on a random pair of fans, the two share the same horror as was on the faces of the children previously. We then slowly fade to commercial...*
*"I'm too sexy for my shirt" starts up across the PA as Sexy Jason comes out from the curtain and we cut back in fully from the break. He points to his abs. You can hear him saying I'm buff and I'm the stuff as he walks to the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope. He goes to a turnbuckle stands on it and points to his abs and the crowds says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps off the turnbuckle and goes to a second turnbuckle, he stands on it points to his abs and the crowd says Its not sexy unless Sexy Jason says so! He jumps down and begins getting ready for his match.*
Cole: New blood in the XHF, in the shell of sexy jason.
King: He's not going to strut around taking his clothes off is he?
Cole: I'm not sure.
King: Damn...you could grate stones on those abs.
Cole: Right...
*The steady beat of the bass drum kicks in slowly as the screen fades into a highlight video of the man known only as GD. Showing plenty of past footage. As the guitar track begins to kick in GD enters from behind the curtain and gradually begins to make his way from the ring with that trademark smirk of his plastered all over his face, excahnging words to ringside fans along the way.
The vocals kick in and GD is up on the ring apron stopping for a moment thinking about taunting the crowd but shakes his head instead and steps inside heading towards the nearest turnbuckle. The camera cuts to a wide shot of GD doing a pose on the top rope for a few seconds before cuttingto s closer shot of GD jumping down and doing some last minute stretches warming up for the match at hand.*
Cole: Nice ovation for the former champion.
King: I've heard louder.
Cole: Not when you came out... ZING!!!!
King: Prick.
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Singles Match
Sexy Jason vs. Gravedigger
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Singles Match
Sexy Jason vs. Gravedigger
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As GD continues his pre-match stretches, Jason comes running out of the gate to get things underway as the bell rings in the background. GD drops down and trips Jason, who hits the turnbuckle chin first. Obviously not what Jason wanted at the start, as GD lays in some early boots for the advantage. GD picks up Jason, strikes him a few times with elbows before sending him into the ropes. An attempted clothesline from GD misses, as Jason grabs on to the back of his head and drops down with a neckbreaker. Jason walks over to the ropes and flaunts those juicy abs of his, then walks over to GD and picks him up like nothing. Walks around the ring right with him....
Cole: Jason showing the power!
King: Hopefully he doesn't harness it for too long.
Jason goes to slam GD to the mat but GD slips out the backdoor, as Jason turns around he's greated with a dropkick to the face.
King: GD just sexually harassed him.
Cole: ....
King: Too much?
GD picks him up again and whips him into the ropes. As Jason returns, he kicks him in the midsection thus making Jason hunch over. He runs off the ropes and knees him into the side of the head, then grabs the head and lays him out with a vicious DDT. GD makes the cover and gets a 1...2... but Jason doesn't give up early and kicks out way before Three. GD drops an elbow into the chesticles of jason, then flips him over to lock in a chokehold. Jason fights to his feet though, as they both stand, GD feels two elbows stick him right in the midsection. Causing him to release the hold. Jason punches GD then smacks him in the face with an open strike. He lifts him up and body slams him. GD gets up and Jason bodyslams him again.... and it's repeated once more. Keeping GD to the mat this time, as Jason makes the cover. 1...2... and a kickout from GD.
King: Hogan be not with him.
Cole: Agreed.
As Jason picks GD back up, he hunches him over. This is where we see Jason lock in the most impressive Abdominal Stretch ever. He yanks and pulls the arms of GD apart. As the referee checks to see if he will give up. Jason looks for more of an advantage. He puts his hand on the rope and pulls it. Jason really gets into it, as he gets full advantage. This is short lived though, as the referee isn't an idiot. He sees this and kicks his arm off the rope. GD then hip tosses Jason. Jason gets back up and eats an elbow from GD, as he gets up again. GD attempts a suplex but it's blocked. Jason overpowers him and shoves him back, then delivers a knockout blow in the form of a european uppercut. GD is dazed and wobbles back, Jason picks him apart by kicking him viciously. Then he tells the referee to check the time... Jason hits him with a headbutt. The referee obviously wasn't too smart.
Cole: Oooh that was just plain cheap.
King: So?....
GD falls to the mat. Jason makes the cover and gets the 1...2... and another kickout. Jason doesn't believe this is true, so he gets in full mount and pins both arms down. Not even the power Jason has can hold him down. As Gravedigger kicks out at two again. Jason frustrated, yells in the direction of the referee. He picks up GD and hits a snap suplex. Goes to his leg and kicks the inside knee a few times. As he attempes to lock in his figure four, GD boots him in the ass and sends him into the corner. Jason flies over there and as GD shoots to his feet, he clotheslines him heavily. Then brings him to the top rope. As GD goes up the turnbuckle from the outside to get Jason up....
Cole: This may be a Tiger Driver attempt.
King: Too dangerous...Jason is smart enough to fight it off.
As GD calls for his Free Fall, Jason fights it off. They both stand on top, as they exchange punches. Left... right... they both exchange them brutally for some time. Until Jason takes a chance and prevails, hip tossing him up and over, both men slam to the mat hard. Jason out. GD out. No one moves... the referee makes a slow count but it ends fast. As Jason gets back up, he kicks GD for good measure. Then he drags him over to the corner. Yelling out "It's time for a Sexy Splurge!"
Cole: Splurge?
King: I think he said "Splash". The Sexy Splash would take GD out for good.
Jason stands at the top and flies off hitting the Shooting Star Press. He connects with GD but gets off and heads back up. This time he goes back up and gives the crowd a little dance. Before hitting the second Shooting Star.... but GD gets his knees up this time. Jason grimaces in pain. GD is in pain too, as all the weight just crashed into his knees. GD hops up and dropkicks him under the chin. As Jason spins around, GD dropkicks him again but Jason grabs the feet. He hooks in a Sharpshooter attempt, as he bends back he grabs the neck of Gravedigger. Immense pain is now shooting up the spine of GD, as Jason seemingly has this match won. GD is able to gradually inch himself to the ropes though. Crawling with his nails... as he reaches it, his arms are so tired he can't pick them up. He shrugs off the arm of Jason by using the back of his head to headbutt. The hand releases, GD stretches his neck out and bites the bottom rope. Jason yells at the ref, as he's forced to break it. He shoves him, the ref shoves back. GD gets a burst of adrenaline and returns to his feet.
Cole: Turn your back on GD... shame on you.
Jason turns around and GD smacks him. A punch... a kick... sends Jason hunching over. Jason is about to be piledriver, when he drops to his knees and attempts a low blow. GD grabs the arm and falls to the mat with a crossarm breaker. He stretches it out... then releases it. He picks up Jason and then piledrives him into the mat. He lies motionless... as GD calls for his Mark of Excellence. As GD gets him in the air, we suddenly hear the music of Harold Campbell hit the sound system. GD drops his opponent, as his former ECF/XHF rival in Harold comes strutting out to the ring. He shows off his XHF: No Mercy title belt, as GD can be seen distracted and yelling at Harold. Harold ignores him until he gets to the ring. Then he starts yelling back...
: Hurry up... I have an audience to win over before you make them all leave.
: You know what, just get the hell out of here.
Harold gets up on the apron with title in hand.
: Watch it there bub...champion present.
: Present? That's exactly what that title is now that you mention it though,...a present!
: Oh you son of a...
Harold goes to swing the belt at GD but Jason rolls him up. Jason gets the 1...2... and a kickout. Jason goes flying in the direction of harold but stops dead in his tracks. They both smile and harold shakes his hand. He raises it in the air, to show Jason will be the victor. GD gets up and heads in the direction of Harold and Jason. Harold jumps down before getting smashed, Jason however is not so lucky. As he gets kneed in the back, Jason holds it in pain. He then turns around and right into the Mark of Excellence from GD! GD now sets him up for the powerbomb and then slams him to the mat with a Rock Bottom. Harold keeps his distance, yelling at the referee to stop counting the pin as GD had cheated according to him. The referee slides down regardless, making the 1...2...3...thus giving GD the pinfall victory over Sexy Jason!
Winner via Pinfall: Gravedigger!
King: Gravedigger needs to learn not to take too much time.
Cole: Take too much time? What's that have to do with anything? Harold's match is the main event, we will have one more to go before that.
King: Well... this is for future reference. When the champion comes out, you finish the match at that second or if you can't just leave.
Cole: You honestly suck.
*Harold continues strutting around the ring after the match, forcing kids to slap his hand and take pictures with him. Gravedigger who just had a hard fought victory, is annoyed by Harold. Nearly costing him the match, he comes up from behind him. Grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. Harold throws baby powder at him. He forgets to empty it in his hand, he instead threw the container at his face. It hits GD just below the chin. He looks down, at what just happened. It gives Harold time to load his fist with brassknuckles. GD looks up just in time to see the fist of harold flying into his chin. Knocking him down but not out. As Gravedigger moves, Harold decides that maybe he can wait for his match and as we cut to commercial heads to the back... quickly....*
*As the previous break draws to a close, "Renegade" by Jay-Z comes over the P.A. system and the crowd rise to their feet as the truck which earlier at the start of the broadcast was seen outside makes its way from beneath the XtremeTron and parks on the ramp itself! Doc hops out the drivers seat and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with fans as he does so. Doc wastes no time in rolling in to the ring and grabbing a mic.*
: Cut the music, I don't know how long I have out here without being carried away by security.
*The music stops.*
: That's right, it appears that our caring and loving owner Mongo, the man whose match I'm supposed to be deciding, didn't even want me in the building tonight.
*Booing from the crowd.*
: That's ok though, because I'm used to Mongo doing everything in his power to stop me. I had only been signed to XHF what couldn't have been any more than a few months when Mongo had already pinpointed me as someone who he didn't like. Mongo didn't only send the whole of Mongo Corp. to try and cut me down, he also fired me. Yeah, that's right, I was no more than a kid in his early twenties just learning his trade, and there I was, being fired for no reason what so ever.
*Doc looks up to make sure there are no security coming down the ramp.*
: That was only the beginning of my problems. Over the years, Mongo has held me down in every way possible, and the sheer bitterness of the man hasn't cooled in the slightest. But by trying to stop me showing up tonight, by blatantly sacrificing ratings so that he could say that Doc didn't live up to his promise, Mongo has surprised even me. I'm not out here to whine or complain though – far from it. I don't have anything more to say about that man, other than exactly how I'm going to beat him once and for all at Night of Champions. I thought it about it for a long time, and then it came to me – what else would have been more fitting? What else could two men with such hatred for each other compete inside with the VXW Title on the line? What else could I have chosen....other than The Vortex.
*A roar of approval comes from the crowd at the announcement of the match that MGK and Doc once settled their heated rivalry over the VXW Title in. The Xtreme Tron then flashes to a picture of the infamous Vortex structure itself:
: The ring will be surrounded by a circular greenhouse from top to bottom, which itself will be surrounded by barbed wire to deny any opportunity for escape. The only way to win is by climbing a ladder and escaping through the trap door on the roof of the greenhouse. Once you're there, you still have to climb a scaffold which will lead you to the VXW Title...hanging from the roof of the magnificent XHF Arena. Just remember Mongo, one slip from that height...and someone of your weight could be spending the rest of his life...in a wheelchair.
*Doc drops the mic as “Renegade” comes over the PA system and Doc rolls out the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he exits. As he walks round the side of the truck however, he doesn't notice that Mongo is hiding stationary behind it, and as Doc goes to walk through the curtain Mongo cracks him hard on the back of the head with a baseball bat! Doc slumps to the floor and lies face down on the steel as Mongo smiles.*
: Well, I did try and encourage you not to come here tonight in the first place. You didn't actually think I could let you get away with kicking me in the face a few days ago, now did you?
*Mongo throws the bat to the floor and heads to the back as we cut to another short break on the daunting shot of a fallen, motionless Doc.*