Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 20, 2009 17:59:36 GMT -5
Vinegar: Ladies and Gentlemen what a show we have for you tonight…Travis Roberts facing Komosube, Brandon Brown and Lord Deathman in a handicap match for the main event…
Hanson: I feel sorry for those three guys, by the end of the night they will realise they are not in the same league as ‘The Blessed One’
Vinegar: We shall see, we also have BoolZ and Austin tagging against Andy Savana and Alex Kiseragi, as well as Donovan Hastings and Captain Saviour in a triple Threat Tag Team Match…
Hanson: You noticed how often we’re having matches with 6 people or more involved recently?
Vinegar: Sure have, but if you don’t mind I’d like to get this run down of tonights matches done before the first match…
(The Drum/Guitar/Bass thing intro of Saliva slams into the PA, and the crowd begins getting riled up. They are unsure of whether to boo or cheer for this new arrival.)
Hanson: Too Late!
DENNIS: And now, making his GiW debut here toonight! Hailing from Sydney, Australia, hailing from NEW! YORK! CITY! He weighs 265 pounds and is the KING OF VIOLENCE!
(Gaffney walks down the ramp and smirks to the rockingness of Superstar 2, head bobbing to the music, as he inhales deep, looking around at every single person, before his face turns angry, and he seems to sink deep inside himself, raising his arms-'SUPERSTAR IN THE MAKING!'- wide.)
DENNIS: HIS NAME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS GARTH! SUPERRNOOVA! GAAAAAAAAFFNEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: Let's see what this guy is made of.
Hanson: He looks impressive. Look at those quads!
(Gaffney cracks his neck as some people in the front row cheer, but for the most part, they are merely reserved, waiting. The death of his song is subtle, the lyrics and rest of the song fade away, and the drum beat stays. After a moment, it slows, to an eerie, unnatural pace, and after 8 of these, a bunch of people cheer as that familiar rift floods the Arena, and a distorted voice lets everyone know...'I AM IRON MAN!')
DENNIS: And now, making his GiW singles match debut, he is The Ironn Man, the HIIIIIIIIIIGH FLYER, He is one-half of the sensational tag team War & Peace, weighing in at 170 pounds! HE! IS....EZZZZZEKIEL....PAX!!!!
(Dennis points to the ramp, but puzzled, the lights are dimmed, and he cannot be found anywhere.)
Hanson: Thank God, the smokeout's a no-show...maybe he forgot what time it was...
Vinegar: Somehow, I doubt it...
(SUDDENLY, the overhead spotlight cracks on, and several screams of unexpectedness can be heard from the audience. The song is about at the breakdown, when the spotlight spots Ezekiel, charging through the crowd, hopping the barricade and sliding in the ring, whipping off his Megadeath T-Shirt and tossing it to some plump woman in the front row who snatches it up, grinning wide. Ezekiel himself is giggling, as Xavier makes his down to the entrance, and hops up on the second turnbuckle, facing away from Garth.)
Hanson: Oh jeez, spoke too soon-YES! NO!
Vinegar: It appears this Gaffney fellow has a short fuse, who decides to start the match early, but just as he was charging toward the back of Pax, Pax backflips out the way, and appears to be unaware of the mug attempt!
Hanson: Jeez, look at those red eyes of his! He doesn't even know what his opponent is up to in the ring! He can't possibly compete!
Vinegar: I'd doubt that. And now, Gaffney turns around, rage in his eyes. Pax gives Gaffney the peace sign, then appears to be asking Gaffney something...
Hanson: And Gaffney takes exception to false accusations regarding hemorrhoids, and charges with an Axe Bomber!
Vinegar: But, Pax rolls out the way, and lands a left elbow strike to the left kidney of Gaffney! Gaffney stumbles, and turns around, and his face is red!
Hanson: Ahh, not wise to nibble at the serpent, little field mouse!
Vinegar: What the f-
Hanson: DAMN, THAT KNEE WAS SICK!
Vinegar: As Pax was getting to his feet, he was taken off of them by a running knee attack, which catches him in the Adam's Apple! Now he's stomping away at Pax viciously! Jesus, he makes this seem personal.
Hanson: What makes you think it isn't, V-Thug? The name of the game is pain, and what better way to inflict it then to treat every opponent like your worst enemy?
Vinegar: Your logic has some Twisted Sense to it, but I can't possibly agree-What is this?!
Hanson: Gaffney is getting in the downed Pax's face, screaming something about 'War' to the Iron Man. And...ooh. Calling Pax something. Rhymes with maggot. Saying he isn't one...
Vinegar: Jesus, this man is psychotic! East darting forward, pulling Gaffney away, who finally complies, turning toward Hazel, angrily voicing his disapproval of her, back turned...
Hanson and Vinegar: WHOAH!
Vinegar: Folks...I'll try to explain this...In one swift motion, Ezekiel went from the floor to springing off the ropes, and Hazel saw this and slid out the ring quickly, to avoid being caught in the crossfire, just as Pax lands a Springboard Tornado DDT! He bounces off the ring from the impact, and while in midair flips into a Shooting Star Legdrop to the back of Gaffney's head, who was laying face down on the canvas!
Hanson: Gaffney in a lot of pain here, but he doesn't seem to be out from the attack...he's struggling to his feet, but Pax is quicker... Pax off the ropes...FOOT'N'MOU-
Vinegar: NO! Gaffney playing possum...leaps forward, grabs the leg, and twists it into a Dragon Screw! But before Pax can scream in pain, Gaffney twists it-yes! He locks in a Sharpshooter!
Hanson: Look at Pax, Vinegar, he's in a lot of pain...those combined moves...Jesus, I don't want to think about that suffering...
Vinegar: I can only imagine...Wait...what's this?
Hanson: What the f-
Vinegar: Pax somehow flipped it into a Sunset Flip, though Gaffney is still locking in the hold...East is counting! Pax is screaming!
East: 1! 2! THR-
Vinegar: Gaffney has no choice but to break the hold and spring to his feet, bouncing against the ropes, as Pax climbs up-
Hanson: OHHH SNAP! THE HIGH FLYER JUST ATE A GNARLY SPEAR, VINEGAR!
Vinegar: Jesus, look at that lift, the speed, the impact, I'd be surprised if Pax can ever eat solid food again! Gaffney with the pin.
East:
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Vinegar: What's this, now?! Gaffney pulls Pax's shoulders off the mat, looking at the crowd and shaking his head, smiling now...Jesus, he's grinning, and the fans are booing...
Hanson: What, you think someone could just rip on the Supernova and not Reap the Whirlwind??
Vinegar: And now Gaffney pulls Pax to his feet...SPINEBUSTER! And now...he's walking to the top rope, Pax broken, not moving...
Hanson: Climbing the turnbuckle, left foot on the rope as he points to the Heavens, and plants both feet on unstable territory...LEAPS OFF FOR THE FROG SPLASH...
Vinegar: But Pax leaps to his feet at the right moment, and somehow defying the laws of physics, he grabs Gaffney's arms and both in mid-air, he flips in a SPIN YOU RIGHT 'ROUND! Gaffney bounces off the ring like a basketball, half out of the second rope from the power of the maneuver, Pax not moving, looking like he's dead...clutching that right knee of his!
Hanson: Jeez...East doesn't start the count, because technically Gaffney is on his feet...He doesn't even know where he is, just begins moving his feet!
Vinegar: Jesus, he unconsciously walks himself out of the ring, his face slamming off the apron and landing with a THUD to the concrete below, to our left!
Hanson: And Pax to his knees, looking at Gaffney, who is staggering to his feet, back turned...Pax looks behind...
Vinegar: Runs, bounces against the ropes for momentum, and then CHARGES! JUMPS UP, FEET TOUCHING THE TOP ROPE AS HE BOUNCES OFF OF THEM....OH (BLEEP)ING GOD, HE LANDS A VAULTING ROLLERCOASTER KICK! BOTH MEN CRASH INTO THE BARRICADE, PAX'S LEFT LEG IN AGONY, GAFFNEY BLEEDING FROM THE MOUTH AND NOSE, IN GALLONS! BOTH MEN ARE GONE, OUT OF THERE!
Hanson: Christ...Hazel with the count...
East:
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
Vinegar: And now...Pax to his feet...looking at Gaffney, even out cold clutching that barricade, knuckles white, trying to pull himself standing...what willpower from this man!
Hanson: Pax does not look pleased, and Gaffney I'm sure died 7 minutes ago, he's just fighting on crazy now...
Vinegar: Partner, you might be right!
East: 8!
Hanson: And GAFFNEY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS, BUT HE CHARGES PAX FOR THAT SPEAR-WHAT THE FF(BLEEP!)
Vinegar: PAX SOMEHOW GRABS GAFFNEY'S NECK AT THE LAST MOMENT, FLIPS IN AN INVERTED FLASHBACK, AND TWISTS IT INTO A MODIFIED VERSION OF HIS FINISHER, I COME IN PEACE!
Hanson: NO! Pax slides in the ring, just as East counts ten!
East: Your winner, via countout...Ezekiel Pax!
Vinegar: East not so much raising Pax's hand as she is supporting his full weight, as he struggles not to collapse...WHAT IS THIS?!
Hanson: Jesus, he shouldn't be standing, but Gaffney just slid in the ring and floored Pax with a trashcan lid! He must have seen it under the ring!
Vinegar: NO! NO! GAFFNEY STAGGERING TOWARD PAX, CAN'T EVEN STAND WITHOUT STAGGERING, BUT HE'S DETERMINED TO DESTROY THE HIGH FLYER!
AUDIENCE: BOOOOO!
Hanson: What is this?!
Vinegar: Ezekiel's manager Xavier slides in, between Pax and Gaffney, staring the Supernova right in the eyes! He's saying, "That's enough," and he isn't moving! Gaffney looking like he could kill right now-Or Die!
Hanson: Ahh, but look. He smiles, and backs off...drops the trashcan lid, nodding. He's going the smart route, he can't possibly fight both these men, injured as he is...
Vinegar: God, such brutality, and at the beginning of the match! Folks, You sure as Hell don't need me to say that this ain't over between these men!
Hanson: Commercial Break! Time to get paid!
Hanson: I feel sorry for those three guys, by the end of the night they will realise they are not in the same league as ‘The Blessed One’
Vinegar: We shall see, we also have BoolZ and Austin tagging against Andy Savana and Alex Kiseragi, as well as Donovan Hastings and Captain Saviour in a triple Threat Tag Team Match…
Hanson: You noticed how often we’re having matches with 6 people or more involved recently?
Vinegar: Sure have, but if you don’t mind I’d like to get this run down of tonights matches done before the first match…
(The Drum/Guitar/Bass thing intro of Saliva slams into the PA, and the crowd begins getting riled up. They are unsure of whether to boo or cheer for this new arrival.)
Hanson: Too Late!
DENNIS: And now, making his GiW debut here toonight! Hailing from Sydney, Australia, hailing from NEW! YORK! CITY! He weighs 265 pounds and is the KING OF VIOLENCE!
(Gaffney walks down the ramp and smirks to the rockingness of Superstar 2, head bobbing to the music, as he inhales deep, looking around at every single person, before his face turns angry, and he seems to sink deep inside himself, raising his arms-'SUPERSTAR IN THE MAKING!'- wide.)
DENNIS: HIS NAME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS GARTH! SUPERRNOOVA! GAAAAAAAAFFNEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!
Vinegar: Let's see what this guy is made of.
Hanson: He looks impressive. Look at those quads!
(Gaffney cracks his neck as some people in the front row cheer, but for the most part, they are merely reserved, waiting. The death of his song is subtle, the lyrics and rest of the song fade away, and the drum beat stays. After a moment, it slows, to an eerie, unnatural pace, and after 8 of these, a bunch of people cheer as that familiar rift floods the Arena, and a distorted voice lets everyone know...'I AM IRON MAN!')
DENNIS: And now, making his GiW singles match debut, he is The Ironn Man, the HIIIIIIIIIIGH FLYER, He is one-half of the sensational tag team War & Peace, weighing in at 170 pounds! HE! IS....EZZZZZEKIEL....PAX!!!!
(Dennis points to the ramp, but puzzled, the lights are dimmed, and he cannot be found anywhere.)
Hanson: Thank God, the smokeout's a no-show...maybe he forgot what time it was...
Vinegar: Somehow, I doubt it...
(SUDDENLY, the overhead spotlight cracks on, and several screams of unexpectedness can be heard from the audience. The song is about at the breakdown, when the spotlight spots Ezekiel, charging through the crowd, hopping the barricade and sliding in the ring, whipping off his Megadeath T-Shirt and tossing it to some plump woman in the front row who snatches it up, grinning wide. Ezekiel himself is giggling, as Xavier makes his down to the entrance, and hops up on the second turnbuckle, facing away from Garth.)
Hanson: Oh jeez, spoke too soon-YES! NO!
Vinegar: It appears this Gaffney fellow has a short fuse, who decides to start the match early, but just as he was charging toward the back of Pax, Pax backflips out the way, and appears to be unaware of the mug attempt!
Hanson: Jeez, look at those red eyes of his! He doesn't even know what his opponent is up to in the ring! He can't possibly compete!
Vinegar: I'd doubt that. And now, Gaffney turns around, rage in his eyes. Pax gives Gaffney the peace sign, then appears to be asking Gaffney something...
Hanson: And Gaffney takes exception to false accusations regarding hemorrhoids, and charges with an Axe Bomber!
Vinegar: But, Pax rolls out the way, and lands a left elbow strike to the left kidney of Gaffney! Gaffney stumbles, and turns around, and his face is red!
Hanson: Ahh, not wise to nibble at the serpent, little field mouse!
Vinegar: What the f-
Hanson: DAMN, THAT KNEE WAS SICK!
Vinegar: As Pax was getting to his feet, he was taken off of them by a running knee attack, which catches him in the Adam's Apple! Now he's stomping away at Pax viciously! Jesus, he makes this seem personal.
Hanson: What makes you think it isn't, V-Thug? The name of the game is pain, and what better way to inflict it then to treat every opponent like your worst enemy?
Vinegar: Your logic has some Twisted Sense to it, but I can't possibly agree-What is this?!
Hanson: Gaffney is getting in the downed Pax's face, screaming something about 'War' to the Iron Man. And...ooh. Calling Pax something. Rhymes with maggot. Saying he isn't one...
Vinegar: Jesus, this man is psychotic! East darting forward, pulling Gaffney away, who finally complies, turning toward Hazel, angrily voicing his disapproval of her, back turned...
Hanson and Vinegar: WHOAH!
Vinegar: Folks...I'll try to explain this...In one swift motion, Ezekiel went from the floor to springing off the ropes, and Hazel saw this and slid out the ring quickly, to avoid being caught in the crossfire, just as Pax lands a Springboard Tornado DDT! He bounces off the ring from the impact, and while in midair flips into a Shooting Star Legdrop to the back of Gaffney's head, who was laying face down on the canvas!
Hanson: Gaffney in a lot of pain here, but he doesn't seem to be out from the attack...he's struggling to his feet, but Pax is quicker... Pax off the ropes...FOOT'N'MOU-
Vinegar: NO! Gaffney playing possum...leaps forward, grabs the leg, and twists it into a Dragon Screw! But before Pax can scream in pain, Gaffney twists it-yes! He locks in a Sharpshooter!
Hanson: Look at Pax, Vinegar, he's in a lot of pain...those combined moves...Jesus, I don't want to think about that suffering...
Vinegar: I can only imagine...Wait...what's this?
Hanson: What the f-
Vinegar: Pax somehow flipped it into a Sunset Flip, though Gaffney is still locking in the hold...East is counting! Pax is screaming!
East: 1! 2! THR-
Vinegar: Gaffney has no choice but to break the hold and spring to his feet, bouncing against the ropes, as Pax climbs up-
Hanson: OHHH SNAP! THE HIGH FLYER JUST ATE A GNARLY SPEAR, VINEGAR!
Vinegar: Jesus, look at that lift, the speed, the impact, I'd be surprised if Pax can ever eat solid food again! Gaffney with the pin.
East:
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Vinegar: What's this, now?! Gaffney pulls Pax's shoulders off the mat, looking at the crowd and shaking his head, smiling now...Jesus, he's grinning, and the fans are booing...
Hanson: What, you think someone could just rip on the Supernova and not Reap the Whirlwind??
Vinegar: And now Gaffney pulls Pax to his feet...SPINEBUSTER! And now...he's walking to the top rope, Pax broken, not moving...
Hanson: Climbing the turnbuckle, left foot on the rope as he points to the Heavens, and plants both feet on unstable territory...LEAPS OFF FOR THE FROG SPLASH...
Vinegar: But Pax leaps to his feet at the right moment, and somehow defying the laws of physics, he grabs Gaffney's arms and both in mid-air, he flips in a SPIN YOU RIGHT 'ROUND! Gaffney bounces off the ring like a basketball, half out of the second rope from the power of the maneuver, Pax not moving, looking like he's dead...clutching that right knee of his!
Hanson: Jeez...East doesn't start the count, because technically Gaffney is on his feet...He doesn't even know where he is, just begins moving his feet!
Vinegar: Jesus, he unconsciously walks himself out of the ring, his face slamming off the apron and landing with a THUD to the concrete below, to our left!
Hanson: And Pax to his knees, looking at Gaffney, who is staggering to his feet, back turned...Pax looks behind...
Vinegar: Runs, bounces against the ropes for momentum, and then CHARGES! JUMPS UP, FEET TOUCHING THE TOP ROPE AS HE BOUNCES OFF OF THEM....OH (BLEEP)ING GOD, HE LANDS A VAULTING ROLLERCOASTER KICK! BOTH MEN CRASH INTO THE BARRICADE, PAX'S LEFT LEG IN AGONY, GAFFNEY BLEEDING FROM THE MOUTH AND NOSE, IN GALLONS! BOTH MEN ARE GONE, OUT OF THERE!
Hanson: Christ...Hazel with the count...
East:
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
Vinegar: And now...Pax to his feet...looking at Gaffney, even out cold clutching that barricade, knuckles white, trying to pull himself standing...what willpower from this man!
Hanson: Pax does not look pleased, and Gaffney I'm sure died 7 minutes ago, he's just fighting on crazy now...
Vinegar: Partner, you might be right!
East: 8!
Hanson: And GAFFNEY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS, BUT HE CHARGES PAX FOR THAT SPEAR-WHAT THE FF(BLEEP!)
Vinegar: PAX SOMEHOW GRABS GAFFNEY'S NECK AT THE LAST MOMENT, FLIPS IN AN INVERTED FLASHBACK, AND TWISTS IT INTO A MODIFIED VERSION OF HIS FINISHER, I COME IN PEACE!
Hanson: NO! Pax slides in the ring, just as East counts ten!
East: Your winner, via countout...Ezekiel Pax!
Vinegar: East not so much raising Pax's hand as she is supporting his full weight, as he struggles not to collapse...WHAT IS THIS?!
Hanson: Jesus, he shouldn't be standing, but Gaffney just slid in the ring and floored Pax with a trashcan lid! He must have seen it under the ring!
Vinegar: NO! NO! GAFFNEY STAGGERING TOWARD PAX, CAN'T EVEN STAND WITHOUT STAGGERING, BUT HE'S DETERMINED TO DESTROY THE HIGH FLYER!
AUDIENCE: BOOOOO!
Hanson: What is this?!
Vinegar: Ezekiel's manager Xavier slides in, between Pax and Gaffney, staring the Supernova right in the eyes! He's saying, "That's enough," and he isn't moving! Gaffney looking like he could kill right now-Or Die!
Hanson: Ahh, but look. He smiles, and backs off...drops the trashcan lid, nodding. He's going the smart route, he can't possibly fight both these men, injured as he is...
Vinegar: God, such brutality, and at the beginning of the match! Folks, You sure as Hell don't need me to say that this ain't over between these men!
Hanson: Commercial Break! Time to get paid!