Post by Thunder on Feb 13, 2009 11:23:15 GMT -5
Pyro. Ballyhoo. That’s another word for pyro. Bet you didn’t know that.
Matthew Werner: Good evening and welcome to Loaded!
Matt Steel: Don’t try to be excited. You’re not. We say the same exact thing every week.
Matthew Werner: You know, you’re right.
Matt Steel: Does anybody even read these?
Matthew Werner: Probably not.
Matt Steel: Then High Horror’s a tranny.
Matthew Werner: Kind of harsh.
Matt Steel: But he’ll never see it.
Matthew Werner: True. Okay, since the guys in the opener never show up, let’s head to the ring for our new opener.
Bennett and Roberts make a quick tie up at the toll of the bell. The collar and elbow slowly shifts into a n armbar by Bennett. Bennett brings his elbow down on Roberts and drops Dave's arm with his eyes bulging. Bennett slugs him in the back of the head with the lower of his hand like a hammer which takes Roberts to his knees. Bennett goes for a roundhouse kick to the back of Roberts' head, but Dave flattens himself and the kick misses. Dave positions his legs so he kicks Ace in the back of the knee and sweeps him. Roberts kicks up only to drop a knee into Bennett's back. He keeps the knee there and yanks on Ace's head bending him backwards. Dave lowers his arm and turns it into a headlock, but the ref forces him to break it as it is a blatant choke. Roberts obliges and releases Ace from his grasp. Roberts backs himself back into the corner as Ace gets to his knees. Dave reverts to his old ways for a moment and charges at Ace in an attempt to decapitate him, but Ace manages to shove the leg away at the last moment and get to his feet, still holding his back. Roberts rolls his eyes and calls for another tie up. Ace, reluctant, goes in for the collar and elbow, only to get blasted in the face with Roberts' elbow. Bennett stumbles backwards, cradling his face in his hands as Roberts goes to work with a fury of swift kicks and punches. Roberts leaps in the air and turns, planting a right side-kick square into Bennett's chest, who falls over in pain. Roberts stomps on the exposed Ace Bennett counter clockwise then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee onto the head of Ace Bennett. Roberts drops a quick leg onto Ace's neck and covers him.
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Kick out at two by Ace Bennett! Roberts rolls his eyes again and grabs Ace's head and lifts him to his feet and clocks him with a European uppercut. Bennett bounces off of the ropes, ducks under the clothesline of Roberts, bounces off the opposite ropes and launches himself headfirst into Roberts like a javelin. Roberts doubles over and holds his chest tightly while he tries to breathe. Bennett rubs his head for a second, then goes back to business dropping a million dollar fist-drop to the temple of Dave Roberts. Then he drops two more solid fists. Dave is now curled up in a ball and Bennett kicks him right in the spine, causing him to unfurl and scream in agonizing pain. Bennett playfully slaps the back of Dave's head, antagonizing him. One more slap is attempted, but Roberts, fed up, catches Ace Bennett's hand and delivers an earth-shattering punch into Ace's spleen area.
Bennett hunches over and lets Roberts position him for a presumed vicious DDT. But Bennett shows that he was just playing possum and hauls Roberts onto his shoulders and drops him down with the Cradle Shock!
Matthew Werner: Big win for Bennett there.
Matt Steel: Yukio Blaze wets the bed.
ll of the lights except a very dim orange one are out. The orange light is set at the top of the stage. Though vague, you can make out the outline of a man standing in the light. The PA system is blaring the overture to Hard-Rock Hallelujah. All of a sudden a series of powerful guitar chords begin to play as techno-color strobe lights flicker on and off, bright and dim. High Horror puts his arms straight up from his side. He puts his hands above his head and quickly jerks them down as a powerful medley of blue, red, and orange flames shoot up from the stage. Horror proceeds down the ramp, into the ring. Horror runs the ropes a few times then throws his fists into the air.
The lights in the arena fade to black as the beginning of 'Bang Bang You're Dead' begins to play. The letters 'M.O.D' flash on the screen until the song reaches it's main part and there is a large explosion. The lights come back on and Master of Destruction enters the arena. He looks at the crowd with some distain. He shakes his head and begins walking to the ring, occasionally stopping to taunt some fans. He walks up the stairs and climbs through the ropes before climbing upon two out of the four turnbuckles posing with his arms crossed. He then stands leaning on one corner.
The arena goes dark. Suddenly, Oasis' "Fu*kin' in the Bushes" begins to take over the PA System. As soon as the heavy guitar and drums start, the lights in the arena begin to flash quckly, blue and white. The words "We put this festival on, you bastards!...With a lot of love.... We waited one year for you fu*king pigs....And you want to break our walls down? Or fu*king destroy us?........Well, you go to hell!" shoot through the arena. Davey Sanchez then busts through the curtain and makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans' cheers, boos and "welcome backs". He slowly approaches the apron and pauses. He looks over to both sides and slowly takes off his trench coat. He then rolls into the ring and crawls to a nearby corner. He turns around and sits in the corner.
The bell sounds and the match is underway. MOD takes a step out of his corner and walks over to Davey, who is sitting down in the corner across from him. He then begins to berate and insult him. High Horror walks over and turns MOD around. MOD then pulls his arm back and slaps Horror right in the face. Horror stumbles back. MOD turns around to continue insulting Davey. Davey gets up from the corner now. Both men are in each others face. Davey then points over MOD's shoulder. MOD turns around and gets hit with a big Bicycle Kick from the High Horror. As Horror picks MOD up from the mat, Davey stands back and watches the onslaught. Horror picks MOD up, shoots him off the ropes and delivers a hard spinebuster. He goes for the pin.
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Davey pulls Horror off of MOD. Both men look at each other. Horror gets up from his knees. He stares down at Davey. Davey backs up, but as he does, Horror turns around. Davey then quickly grabs The High Horror and gives him a school boy pin.
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Horror kicks out and rolls onto his knees, looking coldly at Sanchez. Sanchez gets up and looks innocently at Horror. All of a sudden, MOD rolls Sanchez up in a school boy.
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Horror pulls MOD off of Davey. Horror then picks MOD up once more and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press. He then goes close to the ropes and tosses MOD out of the ring. MOD hits the protective mat outside with a loud smack. Davey quickly runs behind Horror and gives him a dropkick that sends him over the top rope as well. Sanchez goes out to the apron and proceeds to climb the top rope. Horror gets to his feet and hops on the apron quickly. Davey gets to the top rope. Horror then takes Davey and throws him off the top rope and back into the ring. Horror then proceeds to climb the top rope. Sanchez stumbles to his feet. High Horror then leaps down and delivers a clothesline to Davey right in the middle of the ring. He goes for the pin.
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Davey kicks out. Horror then puts Davey's head in between his legs and Signals for the Hangman's Horror, The Razor's Edge. All of a sudden, MOD springboards off the ropes and dropkick's Horror right in the face. Horror falls back clutching his face. MOD then follows up by delivering a spike DDT to Davey. He goes to pin Horror.
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Horror kicks out. MOD then goes to pin Davey.
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Davey kicks out. MOD gets on his feet and starts throwing a tantrum. MOD composes himself then pulls Davey to the center of the ring and puts him in his submission known as "the Master Lock" (Boston Crab). He locks it in and pleads for Davey to tap out. High Horror gets to his feet and goes to kick MOD in the head.
Horror connects with the big boot across MOD's face. MOD slouches over, unconscious. Horror then proceeds to climb the top rope. Davey quickly gets to his feet however and superkick's Horror right on the chin. Horror falls off the top rope, bounces off the apron and hits the protective mat outside. Davey then climbs the top rope. He then swan dives off and delivers his diving headbutt that he likes to call the "Dealing Destiny" onto a prone MOD. He hits MOD with extreme force. He then slides an arm over to make the pin.
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Matthew Werner: Sanchez is the number one contender!
Matt Steel: Keri Thames still works at a strip club.
Matthew Werner: Really?
Matt Steel: Yeah. You should check it out. She’s totally hot naked.
DGX vs. Aaron Ashton
DGX was able to gain an early advantage, but before long his cockiness got the better of him. Ashton was able to stage a huge and impressive comeback followed by the Ashonator for the win.[/color]
Saku vs. Yukio Blaze
Again, cockiness played a huge role. But in this case Saku had dominated so much that it could be expected. Much to his surprise, Blaze was able to roll him up for a shocking victory.[/color]
Matthew Werner: Main event time.
Matt Steel: Return of EBR.
Matthew Werner: Yes.
Matt Steel: And the return of the team of Thunder and Kurt Burton.
Matthew Werner: Yes.
Matt Steel: More seemingly mandatory but incredibly vague match talk.
With the lights dimmed the familiar bells of “Going The Distance” by Bill Conti echo throughout the arena. Puff Daddy’s verse begins as the camera stays fixated on the stage, picking up the sounds, the boos and murmurs, which resonate from the crowd.[/color]
Matthew Werner: He uh … gonna come out?
It takes fifty seconds and a more aggressive beat before EBR finally appears, the distinctive voice of the Notorious BIG behind him. He descends down the ramp, his sweat shirt hood over his head as his eyes stay focused on the ring. Loosening up he briefly jogs on the spot and cranks his neck, climbing the ring steps before entering the ring through the second and third rope.[/color]
Matt Steel: We heard EBR finally explain why he returned earlier this week.
Matthew Werner: Came off like a bit of a jerk.
Matt Steel: That’s one man’s interpretation.
Matthew Werner: From talking to people in the back most people don’t like him.
Matt Steel: People didn’t used to like black people either. *glare*
Matthew Werner: It should be noted EBR’s not black.
Matt Steel: So that was the first thing you noticed about him? *glare*
“Victory” begins to fade out as the lighting resumes to normal and EBR removes his sweatshirt.
"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans.[/color]
Matthew Werner: You have to wonder about Thunder’s mindset going into this match after EBR basically threatened him.
Matt Steel: I’m sure his mindset is along the lines of “I have a partner in this match, you don’t”.
The opening chords to With the Fire blares over the speakers as video clips of riots and destruction play on the big screen. Suddenly, a golden waterfall of pyro pours down, as Kurt Burton, accompanied by Kat Hamilton, emerges, carrying his handy lead pipe to the ring, The pyro dies, and Kat saunters up to him, and wraps her leg around him. He brandishes the pipe at the crowd, and bangs his head. They run to the ring, and as he attempts to slide into EBR baseball slides him in the face before immediately hammering Thunder in the face with forearms.[/color]
Matthew Werner: … And the match is underway.
Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]
EBR works Thunder into the opposite corner with his strikes as Burton approaches the apron, the referee taking a surprisingly amount of initiative and explaining that he can’t enter the ring without being tagged. Burton does so.[/color]
Matt Steel: Rules are rules.
With Thunder slumping in the corner EBR proceeds to kick him in the head several times, and on this occasion the referee forces EBR back. Not interested in doing so the referee is left with the task of having to literally force him away from the World Heavyweight Champion, who attempts to regain his composure.[/color]
Matthew Werner: EBR is going absolutely bananas on Thunder in the early goings.
Matt Steel: Yes, and at this moment this match is looking like it’s going to be a real doozie.
As Thunder pulls himself up EBR quickly pushes the referee away before running towards Thunder, and taking offense from a cartoon of some kind Thunder moves out of the way as EBR hits the turnbuckles. As he stumbles out he’s grabbed from behind and hit with the Lung Blower or whatever it’s called in Thunder’s bio. Kind of clicked out of that already …[/color]
Matthew Werner: You don’t have to admit that, you know.
Maybe you should shut up.[/color]
Matthew Werner: Well that’s awfully unnecessary.
You’re awfully unnecessary.
Matthew Werner is replaced by Daniel Day Lewis from There Will Be Blood.[/color]
Matt Steel: … Sup?
Daniel Day Lewis: I’m an oil man.
As EBR writhes on the mat Thunder pulls himself up and Leg Drops EBR in the throat. ThundaMania! He makes the cover.[/color]
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EBR rather easily kicks out. Thunder drags EBR up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound he attempts a clothesline which EBR ducks. As EBR rebounds off the opposite ropes he kicks Thunder in the face with a Diving Yakuza Kick.[/color]
Matthew Werner: What a move. I’m back by the way.
Matt Steel:
Matthew Werner: That was mean spirited.
EBR looks at the downed Thunder, watching him as he crawls towards Kurt Burton. Extending his hand, he’s caught in the back of the head with an EBR stomp, slumping back down to the mat.[/color]
Matthew Werner: And it looks like we’ve found EBR’s strategy.
Matt Steel: I don’t know if he’s so much as found it as opposed to just wanting to keep Thunder in the ring with him for as long as possible. He generally dislikes him.
Daniel Day Lewis: You know what I found? A bastard in a basket.
Matthew Werner: That’s uh … something …
Daniel Day Lewis: BASTARD IN A BASKET.
Grabbing Thunder’s leg EBR drags Thunder back across the ring and away from his partner, before again stomping him in the back of the head. He kicks him towards the corner, and as he slumps into it EBR proceeds to scrape him in the face with his boot. Also mean spirited. The referee again administers EBR and tells him to give Thunder some space. EBR does, but not before kicking him in the face one more time.[/color]
Matt Steel: EBR is a real beast these days.
Matthew Werner: He has to watch himself getting disqualified.
Matt Steel: Maybe Thunder needs to watch his face. Because EBR’s kicking it. Sick burn.
For the second time Thunder pulls himself up with the ropes as EBR runs towards him. This time Thunder’s able to smack EBR in the head with a Polish Hammer, the force of which sends EBR sprawling to the canvas. Thunder staggers towards Kurt Burton, only to be caught from behind with a desperation but just as dirty Chop Block! Thunder immediately drops to the canvas clutching at as his leg.[/color]
Matt Steel: That’ll blow a ligament.
Matthew Werner: Kurt Burton must be getting frustrated. He hasn’t seen any type of action whatsoever.
Matt Steel: Except for pre-match with Kat Hamilton. That’s a zinger.
While not a shark, EBR senses blood -[/color]
Matthew Werner: That was really lame.
… It was a figure of speech, but whatever. Anyways, EBR grabs Thunder’s leg and proceeds to bend it in the opposite direction of where it’s supposed to bend. Thunder grunts in pain and easily grabs the bottom rope. As the referee begins his count to five EBR keeps the “hold” applied up to four, until he slams his leg into the mat and stomps on it.[/color]
Matt Steel: Thunder’s kind of getting bitch smacked here.
Matthew Werner: What do you expect? Just one week ago Thunder had to defend his title against two Hall of Famers and was then jumped by EBR. EBR hasn’t had a match in how many months?
Matt Steel: I’m sure Thunder would be happy to hear you’re making excuses for him.
Matthew Werner: Well I … actually, I’m sure he would be pleased to know that no one thinks any less of him right now.
Matt Steel: That’s a surprisingly good point.
Matthew Werner: Agreed. Big thumbs up for Matthew Werner.
EBR keeps a distance away from Thunder, letting him stagger back up to his feet. He measures him up from behind, watching as Thunder gingerly begins to stand. As EBR runs at him Thunder simplistically extends his elbow, catching EBR in the face. At this point we realize Thunder was looking at the titan tron from the corner of his eye.[/color]
Matthew Werner: That’s smarts.
The World Heavyweight Champion Double Axe Handles EBR in the skull, causing him to drop to one knee upon impact. After shaking out any kink his leg, which he does quite easily, Thunder vaults off EBR’s one knee and Shining Wizards him upside the head.[/color]
Matthew Werner: I think Thunder was playing possum and over exaggerating any pain just to catch EBR off guard.
Grabbing EBR’s left arm Thunder brings up to the mat before executing a Short Arm Clothesline. Keeping the hold on him Thunder again brings him up and performs a second Clothesline and then completes the same process for a third time. That’s three Short Arm Clotheslines. The Count would be proud. When EBR finds his way back to his feet by himself Thunder then grabs his head and snaps off an Ace Crusher.[/color]
Matthew Werner: Thunder in the driver’s seat now. But he needs to make a tag.
Matt Steel: I notice you added that on only after he began to walk towards Kurt Burton.
Matthew Werner: He could be walking over to discuss politics.
Matt Steel: … Really?
Matthew Werner: It’s a complete and utter possibility.
As Thunder extends his hand towards Burton, his Axis partner for around two years inexplicably jumps off the ring apron! Thunder stares, dumbfounded as the crowd, unsure of what to make of this, makes a respective noise that tells you they understand the situation.[/color]
Matthew Werner: What the hell!?
Burton takes a couple of steps backwards, keeping his eyes on Thunder the entire time without saying anything.[/color]
Matthew Werner: He’s leaving Thunder high and dry! He’s not making the tag! He’s abandoning Thunder!
Daniel Day Lewis: I’VE ABANDONED MY CHILD! I’VE ABANDONED MY CHILD!! I’VE ABANDONED MY BOOOOOY!!!
Matt Steel: … I forgot he was even here, honestly.
Thunder remains looking at Burton, his arms to the side in confusion and probably anger. That is until EBR hits him in the neck with a Lariat from behind, driving him to the canvas![/color]
Matthew Werner: Oh! EBR caught him with that damn Lariat again.
Matt Steel: He calls it the George Atkinson Lariat.
Matthew Werner: Classy.
Quickly bringing Thunder up EBR throws him onto his shoulders and drops him on his head with the Psycho Driver, which when performed by him is known as the S.O.S! After a slight hesitation EBR simply makes the cover.[/color]
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Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]
As "Victory" begins to play, EBR rolls off of the fallen Thunder and sits down on the canvas, a somewhat sly smirk on his face.[/color]
Matthew Werner: This match my be over but there’s certainly bigger issues here, such as what was that?
Matt Steel: What was what?
Matthew Werner: Kurt Burton snubbing Thunder!
Matt Steel: If you can explain why do you need to ask what it was?
Matthew Werner: I meant why did he do it!
Matt Steel: Why are you asking me?
Matthew Werner: I’m just going to stop talking altogether.
Matt Steel: It’s really getting you no where.
We pan over to Kurt Burton, his face near expressionless. EBR and Burton lock eyes for a moment until EBR peers upward to Alex Sean, DGX, and Rebecca Marie making their way down the ramp. Burton turns toward the group just as they are about to pass the assumed former member of the Axis, then holds his hands up and says something to the group. He continues his way up the ramp as Sean, DGX, and Marie make their way toward the ring and enter. EBR dusts himself off and gets to his feet as the four look down on Thunder who is only now just beginning to slightly stir into consciousness. Sean approaches the ropes closest to the announce table and gestures toward Keri Thames who then brings him Thunder's WFWF World Championship. Sean hands the belt to EBR who then puts one foot on the chest of the champion. The other three line up aside EBR, Rebecca Marie draping her arm across Alex Sean's left shoulder as his right holds his WFWF Tag Team Championship high. DGX follows suit as we fade out from WFWF Loaded, EBR, Alex Sean, DGX, and Rebecca Marie standing tall above Thunder.[/color]
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