Post by wifebeater on Jul 10, 2010 3:34:54 GMT -5
The show begins with Kirk Sandler in front of the RMW logo
"Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to the first ever Saturday Night Breakdown!"
The audience reacts accordingly. Which means catcalls and boos.
"Tonight is a special night in RMW history as it kicks off our first ever brand split. I'm exclusively your host to Breakdown, and joining me at the booth is none other than RMW legend 2-Dope."
2-Dope comes up to the broadcast area, which is perched slightly above the audience, decked out in a RMW jersey with his name lettered on the back. Also sporting the ever-relevant backwards cap.
"Sup playas"
"It'll be a new experience having someone on the booth with me."
"I can word it out with the best of them, James"
Kirk looks puzzled.
"Well, anyways, let's kick the show off with our opening contest. Take it to the ring were we have Canadian band WITCHKILLER PERFORMING LIKE ON STAGE!"
The band Witchkiller is on stage looking badass as fuck. They start into RIDERS OF DOOM as fake rain falls from the ceiling. As the song kicks in a weird looking wrestler comes out on stage. He's a hugely tall dude in a blue robe with stars all over it. He carrys a giant fucking staff with a crystall ball on it. The dude has long grey hair and a giant grey beard.
Keith Wilson: Please welcome to the ring, from Eternity....FATHER TIME!!!
The guy walks down to the ring as the band jams out on stage. The RMW audience is understandably booing this nonsense.
Is it just me or is this absurd?
Yeah dog nowhatImean
Father Time climbs into the ring and walks to each side of the ring nodding the staff forward like he's spraying something to the audience. The crystal ball falls off and shatters on the outside. The guy doesn't seem to notice or care. He lifts his arms into the air and the lights come back on as the boos from the audience get louder and louder. Witchkiller fade the song out and collect their paycheck out the back door.
Keith Wilson: His opponent, from Earth....MOTHER NATURE!
Sacred Spirit by Nahanna hits a a woman in a leaf bikini walks down the ramp. She crosses her arms in the air and prays to the sky.
The forecast is bad, folks.
The woman climbs into the ring and Father Time focuses all his energy at her. Mother Nature motions for him to come close as the bell rings. The two circle each other in the center of the ring.
This is a wrestling. Two competitions against looking for gold.
The two grapple. Mother Nature gets Father Time into a wrist lock and pushes him into the ropes. He calls for the ref to break it.
THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Suddenly....
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Wifebeater comes out on to the stage with a beer in one hand and his cane in the other.
He casually strolls down to the ring as Mother Nature and Father Time are at a stand still in a test of strength inside the ring.
Did he book this just so he could crash it? What a way to start this. I'm shaking my head but you can't see that at home.
For real man what's up.
Wifebeater casually walks up the stairs as the legions of fans jump up and down for him. He slowly gets into the ring. Mother Nature and Father Time back off of each other and look at him. Wifebeater grabs a mic from his pocket.
Don't mind me
He then crazily swings his cane in all different directions. He catches Father Time in the side of the head with the cane and the poor old man stumbles forward through the ring ropes and cracks his head open on the foor. Wifebeater then swings and cracks Mother Nature in the gut. She falls down to her knees. He stands above her with his crotch in her face and holds the cane up to the audience. They cheer of course.
This is very disgusting. We are going to be kicked off the air.
Wifebeater throws down the cane and grabs her by the hair. He drags her around the ring and gets on one knee, and slings her over it. He licks his hand and lifts it up. The audience cheers.
Spank it
Wifebeater tastlessly spanks the woman in front of the audience. She screams and crys, but he keeps going and going. The audience wants more. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and a lone spotlight is pointed in the crowd.
THE PRIESTS?!?!
The three men solemly walks through the bloodthirsty audience. Wifebeater throws the woman off of his lap and stands up. He picks his cane up and points it towards them while jawjacking. He honestly looks shocked. Suddenly a GIGANTIC man attacks him from behind with over-hand clubs. The giant pummels Wifebeater into the corner. He grabs WB by the neck and chokes him against the turnbuckles. The Priests climb into the ring and spotlight is now covering the whole ring instead of just the three of them. The Reverend Eugene O'Hagan grabs the mic.
Tear him apart Giant.
The giant drags him to the center of the ring and puts him in sleeper hold.
The Priests begin stomping away at the midsection of Wifebeater while the giant chokes the life out of him. Wifebeater goes limp and he's dropped to the mat like a sack of shit. The Priests stand above his lifeless body as the giant stands behind him.
Hello audience, welcome to enlightenment. You may remember us as the first musical guests in RMW history. While we weren't as dated as Witchkiller, we were and still are fine singers. The songbirds of our generation as some would saytous. Mind my accent folks.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE clap clap clap FUCK YOU ASSHOLE
We are here to save this company from the morals..or lack of morals of the person put in charge of this program, Wifebeater. In the history of the Catholic church we have went through extreme measures to preserve the integrity of humanity Tonight was no exception. After our severe beatin we went to Ecuador to clear our heads.
That is were we found and helped our giant, Zabaar, convert to the wonderful Church of Catholicism. He has been tamed but he is still a savage. A very angry giant he is, the temper on this one.
Wifebeater begins to stir a little on the mat. Zabaar picks him up, grabs him by the neck, and chokebombs him back down.
We are not here on our missions for selfish purposes. We come with a liscense to kill. We have been sent here by a higher power.
The Priests look up the sky and Zabaar looks around the arena confused. We cut to commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Singles Match
Legend vs James Callendar
Welcome back to RMW TV, where we just witnessed a bunch of strange things in a very short period of time. My broadcast partner has inexplicably left the table and for that I am thankful..
Kirk stops in mid sentence to listen to something through his headset.
I just got word that we're still on the air! This is the longest we've ever went on television! This is all very exciting. I've also got some big news about the Breakdown Heavyweight Championship. Wifebeater was going to make this announcement before he was attacked, but I'll do the honers:
At the first RMW PPV we will see a new champion crowned as TANK will face off against SCOTTY PAYNE! This will be the war to settle the score folks! Both of those guys have worked so hard to move up the ladder in RMW and they both really deserve this shot.
Legend walks out to the ring to a generic rock track. The audience throws trash at him. When he gets to ringside a bottle hits him in the head and he stumbles over the steel steps. Legend stumbles to his feet and trys to roll under the rope but he's too obese. Somehow he climbs into the ring.
The sound of change hitting the floor blares through the speakers and James Callendar runs down the ramp with an office chair he heaves it full force over the ropes and it smashes right into Legend who falls on to his fat ass. James slides under the ropes and the bell rings.
No time for intros here. It's all business.
James rushes the downed opponent and throws blows into his face. Legend gets one hand in the way of the punches but it doesn't do much to block them. Callendar is throwing lefts, rights, hooks, straights...
He's punching until he punches Legend or himself out.
James takes his tie out from his shirt and wraps it around Legends neck. He chokes him and the ref gets into position.
Is he gonna tap?
Legend thumbs Callendar in the eyes and gets to his feet with his hand on his knee like a fat ass. James oversells the poke to the eye. Legend picks the office chair up and throws it at James who gets smashes into the corner. Legend then runs across the ring, stumbles over the chair, and crushes James into the turnbuckles.
Ouch! That was probably all the stamina Legend has!
Legend is now heaving and weezing trying to catch his breath. He drags James Callendar away from the ropes and jumps on him.
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2
Kickout
Legend rolls out of the pin and writhes on the mat holding his gut. Apparently he's so out of shape it hurts his sides to run. James stands up and trys to shake off the damage. Legend uses the ropes to climb to his feet and stumbles around trying to catch his breath. As he turns around
MAFIA KICK FROM JAMES CALLENDAR!
James hits him hard with his leather shoe, and hooks a pin in on Legend after he cleanly falls to the mat out cold.
1
2
3!!
The referee grabs James by the arm and lifts him up to his feet. He holds his arm in the arm, but James recoils from him and grabs his head.
That guy has a constant headache. He is going to blow a gasket one of these days.
James rolls out of the ring and holds his head up the ramp. Legend lays like a fat pile of shit in the center of the ring. He could probably get up be he's obese and doesn't like to move much.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Up next we have this talk show "thing" with Gilbert Webster...
In the ring are two steel chairs and a giant question mark made from some kind of metal grating thing. It is spray painted yelllow and poorly at that.
Hey everybody and welcome to this show that I think is called Questions Without Answers? Am I Gilbert "The Questionnaire" Webster and is this Questions Without Answers with Gilbert Webster? I don't I just ask the questions!
I'm shaking my head again.
My first guest here tonight was in a tag team? What is tag team wrestling? What does it mean to be a tag team? Are tag teams considered as good as single wrestlers?
Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix hits and Arsenal walks down to the ring.
Hey, isn't that my first guest?
Arsenal climbs onto the apron, and goes right over the ropes. He walks over to Gilbert, who is sitting on one of the steel chairs, and chops him right over the head. Gilbert falls backwards and rolls out of the ring. Arsenal follows him.
Why is everything chaos in RMW? Every segment on every one of these shows is a disaster. How this company has lasted for seven years is a mystery.
Arsenal grabs Webster from the floor, lifts him over his head, and throws him through the ringkeepers table! He holds his chopping hand into the air and the audience cheers. The show cuts to Tank backstage with Kirk Sandler.
Tank, how do you feel about the announcement made earlier?
Tank rubs his chin.
To be honest with you I think this has been a long time coming. I defended my TV Title belt from the day I won it in 2003 until it was stripped of me in the sake of vacating everything here. I think after 2 years of defending that belt I should have been bumped up, but it wasn't in the cards because a bald tattooed guy like me doesn't seem to fit as the head of a corporate wrestling company. So I was put right back into a TV title match when it came time to decide the belts again...
And you lost if I'm not mistaken.
I was screwed, Kirk. Screwed out of my title. Scotty Payne had to get he Anarchist to interfere in our match just to get the edge. And even then he was barely able to hold me down.
At what point did this hatred being for Scotty?
Since the first show in the first Nuke Net. I never liked him, but the hatred was very subtle until he pulled that shit in our TV title match. Then, after I took out the Anarchist, he ducked me for how many years now? I earned my rematch, even though I had the clause anyways, and he ducked me like a coward. Well, Kirk, there's nowhere to run now. The date is set and the contracts are signed. He can't run away anymore, and Anarchist is on Network Wrestling so it's just us two this time.
Do you think Scotty could have someone or something else up his sleeve? The Anarchist seemed to be nothing more than a pawn.
Kirk, funny you should mention that. As soon as Wifebeater recovers I'm going to pitch him something for our match. A stipulation if you will.
And what would that be?
Can you feel the anticipation building?
Tank walks away as Kirk looks at the camera confused.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Hard to Handle by Otis Redding hits.
Keith Wilson: Now making his way to the ring from the Soul of America, he weighs in at 224lbs....SWEET JOHNSON!
Sweet claps the hands of the audience and dances his way to the ring. Inside he climbs the turnbuckles and pumps his fists to the audience. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and looks across the ring.
Keith Wilson: And his opponent, from Wilson, New York...TODD RIPTIDE!
A skinny kid with long blue tights with waves on them and long brown hair raises his arms. Sweet and Riptide meet in the center of the ring as the bell dings.
Both of these guys are new, but I'm thinking Sweet is going to be the more talented wrestler. He did have an entrance.
Sweet immediately grabs the kid in a side headlock and drags him around the ring. He pops his hip and spins around behind the kid, lifts him up by his waist, and slams him face first to the mat. Sweet rolls over him and locks in the side headlock again!
He lifts the kid to his feet and judo takes him over back to the mat! Sweet keeps the headlock in for about 20 seconds, but lets go and stands to his feet. Riptide stands up to face him. Sweet kicks him in the gut and scoop slams him to the mat.
A scoop and a slam!
The kids takes the bump but stands right back up in time to get caught with a huge dropkick by Sweet. The kids stays down this time. Sweet drags him to his feet by his hair and throws him to the ropes. On the rebound he catches him with a HUGE powerslam into a quick pin!
Wow!
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2
3!
That was quick!
Sweet jumps up onto the turnbuckle and taunts to the audience. He gets a decent reception, but he hasn't quite one them over yet. He continues to dance to Hard to Handle as the feed cuts to Hannibal backstage in a green misty room.
You think....you think you know who I am. But you have no idea. What hides behind this mask is horror. My face is scarred as a causality of war. A drug war that I had nothing to do with took my face.
Mike Murder, next week I am going to take your face. Your father supplied these wars with money to feed his selfish habit, and you never did a damn thing to stop it. Because of him and because of you I lost my face. Because of me you will lose yours.
The feed cuts back to Kevin Klash coming down to the ramp to the ring.
It's main event time folks! Scotty Payne is going to take on Kevin Klash here! I'm excited. This is a great warm up for Payne, and a chance for Klash to prove himself.
The Payne Below hits by Chevelle and Scotty comes out to the stage holding a sledgehammer. Kevin looks at him with a puzzled look on his face.
Payne is visibly pissed off.
As he gets closer and closer to the ring Kevin starts to panic. As Scotty climbs on to the apron Kevin slides under the bottom rope and runs into the audience. Scotty swings the sledgehammer at him as he exits, but barely misses. He grabs a mic.
Tank, I'm not taking your shit anymore. I'm also not taking RMW's shit anymore. For YEARS you didn't defend that fucking belt. You didn't hold on to it. You were RMW's next "superstar" and they've been grooming you for the World Title for years, and with that kind of push they've also been protecting you.
This whole shit of you being "screwed" is just that, shit. I can beat you in any match at any time of the goddamn day. Anarchist acted on his own. I only pinned you like I would have anyways, but funny enough this whole brand split shit happened as soon as I got your precious TV belt. Now I wonder what kind of shit is going to go down in this World Title match to stop me from getting what I rightfully deserve?
Back in Black by AC/DC hits and Tank comes out onto the stage.
Enough of your bullshit Scotty. You haven't been held down and I haven't been held up. This shit is what it is. I earned that title and you jerked the curtain while I made it legendary. Te TV title was arguably more prestigious than the World Title at one point or another.
Scotty cuts him off.
Here we go again with this shit. All you ever do is put yourself over as this unstoppable force, but the fact is you've been put in a real match one time, and look how that turned out...you're believing your own hype, buddy. You're believe in your own marketing. You ain't anything more than a mid-level talent who couldn't get to the top without a little bit of help from the office.
Tank smirks.
So you really think that huh? Why don't I cut the bullshit here. You want to prove who's the better man? You want to get straight to the point in the center of the ring?
Scotty looks pissed off to a major degree.
What's the stipulation Tank?! We all know that's what you're leading to. Cut the bullshit like you said and get to the fucking point.
Well I didn't pitch it to Wifebeater but he doesn't give a shit. Me, you, and a little match called Nuke Nut.
The audience explodes.
For the first time in history a one on one Nuke Net match for all the marb...
You know what Tank? I'm tired of this Nuke Net shit. Every time RMW returns there's a Nuke Net, and every time there's a bullshit rigged finish. I don't buy it.
Let's up the ante....Last Man Standing
Tank throws the microphone down and stares at Scotty Payne, who stares a hole right through him.
You can feel the hatred between these guys in the air. You could cut this with a knife. For the first time ever we'll see a one on one last man standing Nuke Net Match. Who's going to come out on top? Keep tuning in to find out!
As the copyright stuff comes up on the screen the feed cuts to Wifebeater puking up blood and walking down an alley away from the hospital. He has a twelve pack of beer in his right hand and his trusty cane in his left. What's he going to do next week?
RMW (c) 2010
"Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to the first ever Saturday Night Breakdown!"
The audience reacts accordingly. Which means catcalls and boos.
"Tonight is a special night in RMW history as it kicks off our first ever brand split. I'm exclusively your host to Breakdown, and joining me at the booth is none other than RMW legend 2-Dope."
2-Dope comes up to the broadcast area, which is perched slightly above the audience, decked out in a RMW jersey with his name lettered on the back. Also sporting the ever-relevant backwards cap.
"Sup playas"
"It'll be a new experience having someone on the booth with me."
"I can word it out with the best of them, James"
Kirk looks puzzled.
"Well, anyways, let's kick the show off with our opening contest. Take it to the ring were we have Canadian band WITCHKILLER PERFORMING LIKE ON STAGE!"
The band Witchkiller is on stage looking badass as fuck. They start into RIDERS OF DOOM as fake rain falls from the ceiling. As the song kicks in a weird looking wrestler comes out on stage. He's a hugely tall dude in a blue robe with stars all over it. He carrys a giant fucking staff with a crystall ball on it. The dude has long grey hair and a giant grey beard.
Keith Wilson: Please welcome to the ring, from Eternity....FATHER TIME!!!
The guy walks down to the ring as the band jams out on stage. The RMW audience is understandably booing this nonsense.
Is it just me or is this absurd?
Yeah dog nowhatImean
Father Time climbs into the ring and walks to each side of the ring nodding the staff forward like he's spraying something to the audience. The crystal ball falls off and shatters on the outside. The guy doesn't seem to notice or care. He lifts his arms into the air and the lights come back on as the boos from the audience get louder and louder. Witchkiller fade the song out and collect their paycheck out the back door.
Keith Wilson: His opponent, from Earth....MOTHER NATURE!
Sacred Spirit by Nahanna hits a a woman in a leaf bikini walks down the ramp. She crosses her arms in the air and prays to the sky.
The forecast is bad, folks.
The woman climbs into the ring and Father Time focuses all his energy at her. Mother Nature motions for him to come close as the bell rings. The two circle each other in the center of the ring.
This is a wrestling. Two competitions against looking for gold.
The two grapple. Mother Nature gets Father Time into a wrist lock and pushes him into the ropes. He calls for the ref to break it.
THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!
Suddenly....
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Wifebeater comes out on to the stage with a beer in one hand and his cane in the other.
He casually strolls down to the ring as Mother Nature and Father Time are at a stand still in a test of strength inside the ring.
Did he book this just so he could crash it? What a way to start this. I'm shaking my head but you can't see that at home.
For real man what's up.
Wifebeater casually walks up the stairs as the legions of fans jump up and down for him. He slowly gets into the ring. Mother Nature and Father Time back off of each other and look at him. Wifebeater grabs a mic from his pocket.
Don't mind me
He then crazily swings his cane in all different directions. He catches Father Time in the side of the head with the cane and the poor old man stumbles forward through the ring ropes and cracks his head open on the foor. Wifebeater then swings and cracks Mother Nature in the gut. She falls down to her knees. He stands above her with his crotch in her face and holds the cane up to the audience. They cheer of course.
This is very disgusting. We are going to be kicked off the air.
Wifebeater throws down the cane and grabs her by the hair. He drags her around the ring and gets on one knee, and slings her over it. He licks his hand and lifts it up. The audience cheers.
Spank it
Wifebeater tastlessly spanks the woman in front of the audience. She screams and crys, but he keeps going and going. The audience wants more. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and a lone spotlight is pointed in the crowd.
THE PRIESTS?!?!
The three men solemly walks through the bloodthirsty audience. Wifebeater throws the woman off of his lap and stands up. He picks his cane up and points it towards them while jawjacking. He honestly looks shocked. Suddenly a GIGANTIC man attacks him from behind with over-hand clubs. The giant pummels Wifebeater into the corner. He grabs WB by the neck and chokes him against the turnbuckles. The Priests climb into the ring and spotlight is now covering the whole ring instead of just the three of them. The Reverend Eugene O'Hagan grabs the mic.
Tear him apart Giant.
The giant drags him to the center of the ring and puts him in sleeper hold.
The Priests begin stomping away at the midsection of Wifebeater while the giant chokes the life out of him. Wifebeater goes limp and he's dropped to the mat like a sack of shit. The Priests stand above his lifeless body as the giant stands behind him.
Hello audience, welcome to enlightenment. You may remember us as the first musical guests in RMW history. While we weren't as dated as Witchkiller, we were and still are fine singers. The songbirds of our generation as some would saytous. Mind my accent folks.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE clap clap clap FUCK YOU ASSHOLE
We are here to save this company from the morals..or lack of morals of the person put in charge of this program, Wifebeater. In the history of the Catholic church we have went through extreme measures to preserve the integrity of humanity Tonight was no exception. After our severe beatin we went to Ecuador to clear our heads.
That is were we found and helped our giant, Zabaar, convert to the wonderful Church of Catholicism. He has been tamed but he is still a savage. A very angry giant he is, the temper on this one.
Wifebeater begins to stir a little on the mat. Zabaar picks him up, grabs him by the neck, and chokebombs him back down.
We are not here on our missions for selfish purposes. We come with a liscense to kill. We have been sent here by a higher power.
The Priests look up the sky and Zabaar looks around the arena confused. We cut to commercial break.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Singles Match
Legend vs James Callendar
Welcome back to RMW TV, where we just witnessed a bunch of strange things in a very short period of time. My broadcast partner has inexplicably left the table and for that I am thankful..
Kirk stops in mid sentence to listen to something through his headset.
I just got word that we're still on the air! This is the longest we've ever went on television! This is all very exciting. I've also got some big news about the Breakdown Heavyweight Championship. Wifebeater was going to make this announcement before he was attacked, but I'll do the honers:
At the first RMW PPV we will see a new champion crowned as TANK will face off against SCOTTY PAYNE! This will be the war to settle the score folks! Both of those guys have worked so hard to move up the ladder in RMW and they both really deserve this shot.
Legend walks out to the ring to a generic rock track. The audience throws trash at him. When he gets to ringside a bottle hits him in the head and he stumbles over the steel steps. Legend stumbles to his feet and trys to roll under the rope but he's too obese. Somehow he climbs into the ring.
The sound of change hitting the floor blares through the speakers and James Callendar runs down the ramp with an office chair he heaves it full force over the ropes and it smashes right into Legend who falls on to his fat ass. James slides under the ropes and the bell rings.
No time for intros here. It's all business.
James rushes the downed opponent and throws blows into his face. Legend gets one hand in the way of the punches but it doesn't do much to block them. Callendar is throwing lefts, rights, hooks, straights...
He's punching until he punches Legend or himself out.
James takes his tie out from his shirt and wraps it around Legends neck. He chokes him and the ref gets into position.
Is he gonna tap?
Legend thumbs Callendar in the eyes and gets to his feet with his hand on his knee like a fat ass. James oversells the poke to the eye. Legend picks the office chair up and throws it at James who gets smashes into the corner. Legend then runs across the ring, stumbles over the chair, and crushes James into the turnbuckles.
Ouch! That was probably all the stamina Legend has!
Legend is now heaving and weezing trying to catch his breath. He drags James Callendar away from the ropes and jumps on him.
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Kickout
Legend rolls out of the pin and writhes on the mat holding his gut. Apparently he's so out of shape it hurts his sides to run. James stands up and trys to shake off the damage. Legend uses the ropes to climb to his feet and stumbles around trying to catch his breath. As he turns around
MAFIA KICK FROM JAMES CALLENDAR!
James hits him hard with his leather shoe, and hooks a pin in on Legend after he cleanly falls to the mat out cold.
1
2
3!!
The referee grabs James by the arm and lifts him up to his feet. He holds his arm in the arm, but James recoils from him and grabs his head.
That guy has a constant headache. He is going to blow a gasket one of these days.
James rolls out of the ring and holds his head up the ramp. Legend lays like a fat pile of shit in the center of the ring. He could probably get up be he's obese and doesn't like to move much.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Up next we have this talk show "thing" with Gilbert Webster...
In the ring are two steel chairs and a giant question mark made from some kind of metal grating thing. It is spray painted yelllow and poorly at that.
Hey everybody and welcome to this show that I think is called Questions Without Answers? Am I Gilbert "The Questionnaire" Webster and is this Questions Without Answers with Gilbert Webster? I don't I just ask the questions!
I'm shaking my head again.
My first guest here tonight was in a tag team? What is tag team wrestling? What does it mean to be a tag team? Are tag teams considered as good as single wrestlers?
Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix hits and Arsenal walks down to the ring.
Hey, isn't that my first guest?
Arsenal climbs onto the apron, and goes right over the ropes. He walks over to Gilbert, who is sitting on one of the steel chairs, and chops him right over the head. Gilbert falls backwards and rolls out of the ring. Arsenal follows him.
Why is everything chaos in RMW? Every segment on every one of these shows is a disaster. How this company has lasted for seven years is a mystery.
Arsenal grabs Webster from the floor, lifts him over his head, and throws him through the ringkeepers table! He holds his chopping hand into the air and the audience cheers. The show cuts to Tank backstage with Kirk Sandler.
Tank, how do you feel about the announcement made earlier?
Tank rubs his chin.
To be honest with you I think this has been a long time coming. I defended my TV Title belt from the day I won it in 2003 until it was stripped of me in the sake of vacating everything here. I think after 2 years of defending that belt I should have been bumped up, but it wasn't in the cards because a bald tattooed guy like me doesn't seem to fit as the head of a corporate wrestling company. So I was put right back into a TV title match when it came time to decide the belts again...
And you lost if I'm not mistaken.
I was screwed, Kirk. Screwed out of my title. Scotty Payne had to get he Anarchist to interfere in our match just to get the edge. And even then he was barely able to hold me down.
At what point did this hatred being for Scotty?
Since the first show in the first Nuke Net. I never liked him, but the hatred was very subtle until he pulled that shit in our TV title match. Then, after I took out the Anarchist, he ducked me for how many years now? I earned my rematch, even though I had the clause anyways, and he ducked me like a coward. Well, Kirk, there's nowhere to run now. The date is set and the contracts are signed. He can't run away anymore, and Anarchist is on Network Wrestling so it's just us two this time.
Do you think Scotty could have someone or something else up his sleeve? The Anarchist seemed to be nothing more than a pawn.
Kirk, funny you should mention that. As soon as Wifebeater recovers I'm going to pitch him something for our match. A stipulation if you will.
And what would that be?
Can you feel the anticipation building?
Tank walks away as Kirk looks at the camera confused.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Hard to Handle by Otis Redding hits.
Keith Wilson: Now making his way to the ring from the Soul of America, he weighs in at 224lbs....SWEET JOHNSON!
Sweet claps the hands of the audience and dances his way to the ring. Inside he climbs the turnbuckles and pumps his fists to the audience. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and looks across the ring.
Keith Wilson: And his opponent, from Wilson, New York...TODD RIPTIDE!
A skinny kid with long blue tights with waves on them and long brown hair raises his arms. Sweet and Riptide meet in the center of the ring as the bell dings.
Both of these guys are new, but I'm thinking Sweet is going to be the more talented wrestler. He did have an entrance.
Sweet immediately grabs the kid in a side headlock and drags him around the ring. He pops his hip and spins around behind the kid, lifts him up by his waist, and slams him face first to the mat. Sweet rolls over him and locks in the side headlock again!
He lifts the kid to his feet and judo takes him over back to the mat! Sweet keeps the headlock in for about 20 seconds, but lets go and stands to his feet. Riptide stands up to face him. Sweet kicks him in the gut and scoop slams him to the mat.
A scoop and a slam!
The kids takes the bump but stands right back up in time to get caught with a huge dropkick by Sweet. The kids stays down this time. Sweet drags him to his feet by his hair and throws him to the ropes. On the rebound he catches him with a HUGE powerslam into a quick pin!
Wow!
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That was quick!
Sweet jumps up onto the turnbuckle and taunts to the audience. He gets a decent reception, but he hasn't quite one them over yet. He continues to dance to Hard to Handle as the feed cuts to Hannibal backstage in a green misty room.
You think....you think you know who I am. But you have no idea. What hides behind this mask is horror. My face is scarred as a causality of war. A drug war that I had nothing to do with took my face.
Mike Murder, next week I am going to take your face. Your father supplied these wars with money to feed his selfish habit, and you never did a damn thing to stop it. Because of him and because of you I lost my face. Because of me you will lose yours.
The feed cuts back to Kevin Klash coming down to the ramp to the ring.
It's main event time folks! Scotty Payne is going to take on Kevin Klash here! I'm excited. This is a great warm up for Payne, and a chance for Klash to prove himself.
The Payne Below hits by Chevelle and Scotty comes out to the stage holding a sledgehammer. Kevin looks at him with a puzzled look on his face.
Payne is visibly pissed off.
As he gets closer and closer to the ring Kevin starts to panic. As Scotty climbs on to the apron Kevin slides under the bottom rope and runs into the audience. Scotty swings the sledgehammer at him as he exits, but barely misses. He grabs a mic.
Tank, I'm not taking your shit anymore. I'm also not taking RMW's shit anymore. For YEARS you didn't defend that fucking belt. You didn't hold on to it. You were RMW's next "superstar" and they've been grooming you for the World Title for years, and with that kind of push they've also been protecting you.
This whole shit of you being "screwed" is just that, shit. I can beat you in any match at any time of the goddamn day. Anarchist acted on his own. I only pinned you like I would have anyways, but funny enough this whole brand split shit happened as soon as I got your precious TV belt. Now I wonder what kind of shit is going to go down in this World Title match to stop me from getting what I rightfully deserve?
Back in Black by AC/DC hits and Tank comes out onto the stage.
Enough of your bullshit Scotty. You haven't been held down and I haven't been held up. This shit is what it is. I earned that title and you jerked the curtain while I made it legendary. Te TV title was arguably more prestigious than the World Title at one point or another.
Scotty cuts him off.
Here we go again with this shit. All you ever do is put yourself over as this unstoppable force, but the fact is you've been put in a real match one time, and look how that turned out...you're believing your own hype, buddy. You're believe in your own marketing. You ain't anything more than a mid-level talent who couldn't get to the top without a little bit of help from the office.
Tank smirks.
So you really think that huh? Why don't I cut the bullshit here. You want to prove who's the better man? You want to get straight to the point in the center of the ring?
Scotty looks pissed off to a major degree.
What's the stipulation Tank?! We all know that's what you're leading to. Cut the bullshit like you said and get to the fucking point.
Well I didn't pitch it to Wifebeater but he doesn't give a shit. Me, you, and a little match called Nuke Nut.
The audience explodes.
For the first time in history a one on one Nuke Net match for all the marb...
You know what Tank? I'm tired of this Nuke Net shit. Every time RMW returns there's a Nuke Net, and every time there's a bullshit rigged finish. I don't buy it.
Let's up the ante....Last Man Standing
Tank throws the microphone down and stares at Scotty Payne, who stares a hole right through him.
You can feel the hatred between these guys in the air. You could cut this with a knife. For the first time ever we'll see a one on one last man standing Nuke Net Match. Who's going to come out on top? Keep tuning in to find out!
As the copyright stuff comes up on the screen the feed cuts to Wifebeater puking up blood and walking down an alley away from the hospital. He has a twelve pack of beer in his right hand and his trusty cane in his left. What's he going to do next week?
RMW (c) 2010
