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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 12, 2011 22:13:28 GMT -5
RoR cameras go live in a black RoR Penitentiary. The fans can be heard whistling and cheering in anticipation for the kickoff of the third edition of Wednesday Night Voltage. All of the sudden Morrigan Winstone’s voice comes over the speakers.
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, the Platinum recording group…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVANESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCENCE!
A single spotlight shines down on the band as the opening of “Sweet Sacrifice” begins playing.
The crowd cheers as Amy Lee waves to the crowd. She smiles as the cheers keep going. Cameras then cut to RoR’s three person announce team. Clint Pryce sits in the center wearing a gray sport coat and a dark green dress shirt, Lindsay Sparrow is to his right wearing a white dress, and Colin “Bones” McGraw is to Pryce’s left wearing a beat up Aerosmith t-shirt and dark sunglasses.
Pryce: Hello to all watching us at home and welcome to Wednesday Night Voltage! I’m…
Sparrow: You mind if I take this one Pryce? I’ve wanted to do it since the debut.
Pryce: Sure.
Sparrow: Helllllllllllllllllllllo TV land! This is Linds…
Bones: That is Lindsay Sparrow, that is “The Old Man” Clint Pryce, and I am the glue that holds this whole thing together Colin “Bones” McGraw!
Sparrow: You really are an a**hole.
The lights again go out in the arena momentarily. Red lips appear on the RoR-tron and they yell out the words "Cult Classic!" With that a screeching guitar bursts from the P.A system. Blue lights begin to flash on the rampway as "Cult Classic" appears on the tron like the text of the movie Jaws. The opening guitar solo of "Battle Stations" by Winger continues to play. The guitar picks up even more and "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole comes out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a beanie with a green marijuana leaf on it. Along with the Vixen's title around her waist, she is wearing leather pants and a leather top. Over the top, she has a leather vest that cuts a little bit below the mid drift.
Sparrow: It looks like Rachel Cole has added a little drama to her entrance as well as some new music.
Bones: Oh yeah! This is Battle Stations by Winger!
Pryce: As featured in the 1991 movie Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey.
[glow=blue,5,500]Oh Yeah! Hit It![/glow]
The minute this lyric hits the P.A, she throws off her beanie gallons of water pour down from above and Rachel faces upwards as it drenches her as she opens her vest a little. Once the water finishes pouring she slides her hand through her hair. She then points towards the ring with her index finger and then makes her way to the ring.
Bones: God... Damn...!!!
Sparrow: I don't think I've ever seen a wrestling entrance quite like that...ever!
Pryce: Obviously, it is reference to the movie Flashdance!
Bones: I don't care what it is from or if I like her or not... this is amazing!
[glow=blue,5,500]Breakin’ out, I’m on a mission, Been caught between heaven and hell. My guitar is my ammunition, Raise the flag, sound the mission bell.[/glow]
While she makes her way down the ring, she still does slap fives to some of the fans in the crowd. Rachel Cole then heads to the apron and rolls onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope.
Pryce: I'm surprised she hasn't slipped yet.
Sparrow: I would imagine that being soaking wet would impare her in the ring as well.
Bones: None of that matters.
[glow=blue,5,500]Everybody always wants control of me, The only way to get it’s over my dead body.[/glow]
She then heads over to the middle turnbuckle and does the splits on them while lifting up her right arm towards the fans.
Sparrow: Rachel using a bit more of her sexuality than we have been used to seeing from her.
Bones: That might be a good thing.
Pryce: Perhaps she is more comfortable in an RoR ring and with its fans now. She is just letting her hair down.
Bones: If this is letting her hair down I'd like to see what First Base is.
[glow=blue,5,500]Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone’s trying to brainwash me, Battle stations![/glow]
She then gets off the turnbuckle and heads into the middle of the ring and pulls the Vixens title off of her waist and holds it up towards the Cult of fans that are in attendance. The music dies down as she heads to the edge of the ring and asks for a microphone. The fans are torn on the response to her as she slings the title over her shoulder and then looks up towards the X. There is a few "Classic" chants... but a very faint "sucks" followed afterwards. She waits for the chanting to die down before she speaks.
Rachel Cole: I guess the big question is this: Am I a good person or am I bad person? Do I stand for the righteous or the evil? What am I? And I will tell you exactly what I am. I am damn GREAT competitor in the ring and that is all that should really matter. Right or wrong, that is just a matter of perspective isn't it? What I can do in the ring transcends any notion of good or evil. What I can do in the ring should be the only truth that really matters. And what I do in the ring is win and put on one hell of a show. And admit it, when you see me in a match, it doesn't matter what I have done before or will do after it. What matters is that I am putting my all into what I do. Because that is what matters the most... winning the match and making sure my most recent match is my best. I make sure that my matches are the ones that steal the whole show.
She pauses as there is a cheer for this. She gives a little smirk.
Rachel Cole: But I do believe that you are entitled to an explanation on my most recent actions. The explanation is simple: I got to do what I got to do. Or in most cases, I need to let some things go. Max Static wanted to thin out my competition in Sarah Twilight. Why should I stop him? Don't forget, Sarah Twilight is a woman who gloats about how many men she crippled and how she was going to end my career. Sarah Twilight was not an innocent and everyone hated her until she got beat by Max Static. Maybe karma is just a bitch and who am I to get in karma’s way? Who am I to help probably my strongest competition in this tournament and only competitor in the Vixen's division? I know you might not like it and, oh yeah, there was conflict in letting Max Static do it. Don't think that I was "just okay" with the blindside. But it took care of someone who vowed to cripple me and end my career. Does that make me a bad person or fairly logical?
Again there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Rachel asks them to ponder her ethical dilemma.
Rachel Cole: And Max's match with Nick Ridicule. It was Max's match to win not mine. Why should I interject myself? I came down to see what Max Static can do because lets face it, you need friends who are capable of what he can do. Why should I interject myself on Ridicule's behalf since it was NOT a match I was involved in? I'm sorry, but as much as I like you guys and like being cheered by you guys... I am not your savior. I am not your hero. I am not your role model. I'm sorry if that was what you were expecting. And finally, let’s talk about what I did to South Beach Kru. I'm sorry, but you got to admit that was pretty damn cool. I should've showed them mercy why? Because we have a common enemy in Los Pollos? Because we fought them off together? Sometimes an impact needs to be made at someone else's expense. And they are two of the most expendable guys on our roster. It needed to be done. People in the back needed to be reminded of what I can do when given the opportunity. It wasn't pretty and I didn't like doing it but sometimes things like that need to be done. Sometimes you got to thin out the herd so you can continue your progression. I'm not going to apologize for Sarah Twilight, Ridicule or the Kru because as wrestlers... this is what we f**king sign up for.
Some people cheer for this while others boo.
Rachel Cole: The fact of the matter is, I think a lot of people's perspective is all wrong. There is no right and wrong. There is no black and white... it is all gray. In this business socially unacceptable things must be done to achieve your goals. You might not see it, but that is the way it is. I didn't join this company to follow some social norm of what I should or shouldn't be. I am just me. The Cult Classic. Both the good and bad, I am going to be myself and do what I think needs to be done even if there is a majority that don't agree with it. Like any good Cult movie, there will be a number of people that hate it or find it offensive. But then there is that niche group that understands WHY it is offensive and why it doesn't follow tradition. Look at Rocky Horror Picture Show or Pink Flamingos. Those don't have the following they have today because they remained within in the rules of modern cinema. Those movies opened the door for change in the way things are done. They opened the door for movies to be perceived in a very different way. I am very much the same way. I'm not going to follow what RoR management, the network or, and I'm sorry, you think I should be or do. If you want to cheer me go for it. If you want to boo me that is fine too. But in this coming match, cheering me on is your best option. Would you rather cheer me or the Pollos? Who puts their all into her matches and who just slides by on "comedy" but no substance? And you also should cheer for the person that is going to win. Now let’s move onto something a little more progressive.
The fans do end up cheering the last part just due to how candid she is being.
Rachel Cole: Let us talk about the Championship Wrestling Council, a company that RoR has become apart of. While Max Static will win the CWC World Title, I think I have my sights set on something a little different. You see, putting on great matches here isn't good enough. While I enjoy being the Vixen's champion and most likely the RoR Champion, I think the CWC needs to see me showcase exactly what I can do in the ring. They need me to showcase why I have been considered the Cult Classic among the indies. That is why I am issuing a challenge to the CWC Showcase Champion Samuel Hessington to a match on RoR soil. That is right; it will be Hessingstock .vs. Cole for the CWC Showcase title! I just need management support from both RoR and CWC management and for Hessingstock to accept the challenge. I will be waiting.
The fans cheer this wildly due to the fact that they were waiting for RoR to get involved in CWC title hunts. But Rachel Cole doesn't put the mic down yet.
Rachel Cole: Now, let us get down to the real business of the night: The quarterfinals for the RoR Championship. Again, I'm facing another chicken but this time we are in a match that favors me even more. That is right, in just a few minutes, I will be putting it all on the line in an Ultimate X match to move on in the Road to Gold Tournament. While this won't be the main event, I am going to make sure that once again, it will be the match everyone talks about. But you know...
She looks up at the X above her.
Rachel Cole: Something does not look right. Excuse me real quick, I am going to fix it.
Still holding the title, she climbs up on the turnbuckle and begins climbing one of the ropes connected to the X. The fans cheer as she crawls on the rope while still holding her title. She finally gets to the middle and begins to pull off the X. She then throws the X into the middle of the ring. She then takes her Vixen's title and hooks it onto the hook where the X stood. The fans cheer as she places the Vixen's title in the middle of the X. She then hops down from the X and in the middle of the ring. She picks up the mic again.
Rachel Cole: That is better. You see, I can't keep saying that I am a great competitor without defending my title, can I? As much as my "personal" character might be in question, my role as a fighting will not be. So now, if El Hijo de Pollo wins, he not only moves onto the semifinals, but he will be the Vixens champion. What is that you say? He is not a Vixen. Why should genitalia keep someone from holding a title? Plus, you know, that whole not conforming to the rules thing... this is a part of that. Management can book me against women as the Vixen's champion, but like I said, I can sit on my ass waiting for a title defense or I can just go ahead and defend this title against whoever I feel. So come on down Pollo, I just gave you even more reason to try and win this one. Actually do something your cousin didn't last week: give me a challenge. You have every reason to want to win now! Let’s GO!
Rachel drops tosses the mic after the ring and begins pacing. Everything is pretty quiet in the Penitentiary until “All You Can Eat” by the Fat Boys hits over the speakers.
[glow=blue,5,500]All you can eat! All you can eat!
$3.99 for all you can eat? Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat! We're gonna walk inside, and guess what's up: Put some food in my plate, and some Coke in my cup Give me some chicken, franks, and fries And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate Give me some sweets and lots of cake Give me some hot Macaroni and Cheese! Give me, some more food PLEASE!!!![/glow]
The crowd boos as El Hijo de Pollo walks out onto the stage, followed closely by Black Pollo V and Super Pollo. El Hijo starts down the ramp, but turns around and tells his two buddies to go to the back. They reluctantly do as Voltage goes to its first commercial break of the night.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 12, 2011 22:14:29 GMT -5
Voltage returns from commercials with Rachel and El Hijo in the ring, and “All You Can Eat” is still playing. The music dies down and the ref rings the bell. The two superstars meet in the center of the ring and start talking trash to each other.
Pryce: Ladies and gents if you are joining us a bit late this is our opening contest here tonight. It’s an Ultimate X match in the quarterfinals of the Road to Gold Tournament, and was just recently made a Vixen’s title match by Rachel Cole. Anything you wanna add Bones?
Bones: Nope.
Sparrow: Do you realize how childish you are when it comes to Los Pollos?
Bones: I do.
The jawing continued both at the announce table and in the ring. El Hijo finally raises his hand in the air, challenging Rachel to a test of strength. Rachel appears to be game for a test of strength, but backs off when El Hijo reaches around and grabs her ass. Most of the crowd boos as El Hijo just laughs, little did he know that little bit of space is just what Rachel needed. She superkicks El Hijo right in the jaw causing a majority of the crowd to cheer. El Hijo holds his jaw as he very quickly backs up into a corner. Rachel smiles as El Hijo stares at her. He stands up and meets her in the center of the ring. He nods his head and reaches his hand out, but Rachel just looks at him and says, “I’m not stupid.” El Hijo shrugs his shoulders and then slaps Rachel hard across the face. The crowd boos and begins telling El Hijo exactly what they think of him.
Rachel holds the side of her face and then fires off with a flurry of forearms to El Hijo’s face. She gets him backed into a corner begins connecting with multiple swift kicks to the midsection. Eventually she is able to beat him down into a sitting position. Rachel then connects with two hard stomps to El Hijo’s chest. She then grabs onto the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, she uses her feet to spring up into the air, and she finally connects with a big dropkick like maneuver to El Hijo’s face.
Bones: Ha!
Sparrow: Nice move by Cole there. It’s no secret that Cole’s speed and fearlessness are her biggest assets.
Bones: Well, maybe not her bigge…
Sparrow: Oh shut up you pig.
Rachel then uses the fallen El Hijo as a stepping stone up to the cables. She then begins working towards the center of the X, slowly making her way towards the Vixen’s Championship. El Hijo is now quick to get to his feet and grab Rachel by the ankles. Rachel’s grip on the cables gets tighter as she tries to hold on. El Hijo begins pulling harder and is finally able to pull Rachel off the X. Rachel lands on her feet, turns around and gets taken down by a headscissors takedown. El Hijo maintains the headscissors for a few brief moments, making sure to gyrate in a sexual manner, before Rachel kicks out of it. The two superstars get to their feet and get into “attack positions”, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Pryce: Well this has been a pretty even match early on. You have to start to wonder which on of these wrestlers is going take control of the momentum.
Rachel looks totally annoyed by El Hijo’s sexual innuendos and charges El Hijo. El Hijo is able to get in an armdrag that takes her down to the mat. She quickly gets up and catches a shotei palm strike to her chin that sends her backwards, and then gets a hard double chop across her chest. El Hijo’s gaze fixes on Rachel’s breasts, but only for a moment as he connects with a hurricanrana that turns into a series of mounted punches. He backs off the assault long enough to get to his feet. He then gets some space, allowing Rachel to get up to her hands and knees. He then runs at her and jumps into the air, stomping her back with both feet and driving her to the mat. El Hijo feels pretty proud of himself and struts over to a corner. He climbs up to the cables and begins making his way to the center of the X. Rachel gets to her feet and is now standing in between El Hijo and the center of the X. El Hijo kicks at Rachel’s hands as she tries to grab his ankles and pull him down. Rachel finally gets fed up with the games and leaps up, wrapping her arms around El Hijo’s waist. The sudden addition of Rachel’s weight causes El Hijo to lose his grip. During the fall El Hijo’s knee is driven into Rachel’s shoulder, and El Hijo’s head bounces hard off the mat. Both superstars lay on the mat clutching their sore body parts.
Sparrow: This kind of environment can quickly take a toll on your body, as we’re seeing here tonight.
Pryce: And that’s no bulls**t.
Bones: Yada, yada, yada. I’m going to go take a leak.
Pryce: Now?! Well that’s the always professional Colin McGraw guys and gals.
Bones takes his headset off and leaves the announce table as both competitors in the ring make it to their feet. Rachel has her back turned to El Hijo. He bounces off the ropes but has his foot grabbed by Bones, which gets a mixed reaction from the crowd. El Hijo turns and has a few words for Bones, who just walks away and starts making his way up the ramp. When El Hijo turns around he turns right into a running enziguri. El Hijo is fairly quick to get to one knee. However, Rachel is quicker as she leaps over him and connects with a mule kick to the back of his head. Rachel then rushes over to a corner and begins reaching for the cables. She looks over at El Hijo, who is stirring, so she somehow manages to pull herself up to the top of the cables!
Pryce: Look at this!
Sparrow: This is the athletic ability of Rachel Cole! She’s walking across the cables with the agility of a cat!
Rachel is walking across the top of the cables towards the center of the X, doing very well at keeping her balance. El Hijo realizes what is going on and reacts by going out on the ring apron and springboarding towards the cables. He attempts to grab onto the cables, but was only able to get one hand on them for a brief moment. Lucky for him, this causes the cables to shake violently which makes Rachel lose her balance. Rachel crashes to the mat, but El Hijo was able to land on his feet.
Sparrow: Did you hear that impact Pryce?!
Pryce: Unfortunately I did. Rachel landed hard there and she may be pretty seriously hurt, which may be a good or a bad thing depending on your opinion.
Sparrow: Well you never like to see anyone get hurt, especially someone as talented as Rachel Cole or El Hijo de Pollo. Both of them are putting their bodies at risk here.
El Hijo looks up at the Vixen’s Championship and then down at Rachel Cole. He starts to head for the corner but then stops. He screams out in frustration and turns around. He grabs Rachel by the hair and pulls her up to her feet.
Pryce: Apparently El Hijo’s fun and games are done. He’s getting back on the assault with some stiff shots.
El Hijo is having his way with the Vixen’s Champion as he connects with a combination of hard punches, elbows, and forearm shots. Rachel begins to fight back with punches of her own. She begins to get the upper hand, at least until El Hijo ducks and connects with a millennium suplex that lands Rachel on her head. El Hijo slithers over and gets a good look into Rachel’s eyes, which have glazed over. A few (very few) in the crowd laugh as El Hijo waves his hand in front of Rachel’s face. The cameras are able to pick up El Hijo saying, “¿Cualquiera en casa?”
Pryce: Uhhh, you speak Spanish Sparrow?
Sparrow: I believe it means “Anybody home?”
Pryce: Wow…how original.
El Hijo then kicks Rachel out of the ring. He goes over to a corner so that he can climb up to the cables, but he gets distracted by Bones walking back down the ramp. He’s carrying a bucket of fried chicken that reads “Pollos Belong Here, Not In A Ring!” El Hijo shakes his head in disbelief as Bones climbs up the ring steps and on to the apron. Bones then offers El Hijo the bucket of chicken.
Sparrow: Is he being serious right now?
Pryce:Unfortunately I think he i…haha! That couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy!
El Hijo did take the bucket of chicken, even taking a fairly good sized chicken leg…and smacking Bones across the face with it! The crowd laughs as Bones falls off the apron, because of shock more than anything else. El Hijo stares down at Bones for a moment and then climbs up to the cables. Bones gets up and storms off to the back. He gets closer and closer to the Vixen’s Championship with still no Rachel Cole in sight. Finally, El Hijo reaches the belt and is about to start unhooking it until Rachel jumps up on the top rope and connects with a…
Pryce: Springboard spear! Rachel Cole saves her title with a springboard spear!
Both superstars fall to the mat with a very audible thud. El Hijo holds his ribs in pain as Rachel barely moves on the mat. Rachel gets back to her feet, looking to head to the corner so she could climb the cables. On her way to the corner Rachel lands a buzzsaw kick on El Hijo, who was attempting to get to his feet. Rachel then climbs up to the cables, again managing to show her agility by walking on top of the cables. She gets to the center of the X; all she had to do was reach down and grab the Vixen’s Championship but instead she stares down at a motionless El Hijo. She looks out at the crowd and then back down at El Hijo. She then shrugs, positions herself on the X, and leaps off!
Sparrow:There it is! The Plan…
Pryce: No! The Plan 9 missed! Rachel had the match won but decided to go for the Plan 9 and El Hijo rolled out of the way!
El Hijo slowly rises to his feet and he looks down at a motionless Rachel. He climbs up to the cables and begins making his way towards the X’s center. He gets his hands on the belt, but Rachel gets her hands on his feet. She pulls him down. El Hijo lands on his feet and Rachel gives him a hard shove backwards, getting a bit of separation. She then connects with a hard super kick that sends El Hijo over the top rope. Rachel begins climbing up to the cables. El Hijo is still shaking the cobwebs out on the outside when he notices her moving in on the title. He quickly climbs up to, and begins moving across the cables. The two superstars meet in the middle of the X and begin battling each other with stiff kicks. All the kicks seem to be going to the middle of the bodies until Rachel swings both of her feet up violently and connects right to El Hijo’s jaw. El Hijo falls to the mat, allowing Rachel to unhook the Vixen’s Championship and fall to the mat as the majority of the crowd cheers.
Winstone: Here is your winner…STILL the RoR Vixen’s Champion and Semifinalist in the Road to Gold Tournament… RAACCHEEELLL COOLLLEEE!!!
Pryce: Rachel Cole has done it! She’s advanced on the Road to Gold!
Rachel climbs up to the X again, getting on top of it and walking to the center. She stands in the center and holds her championship up for all to see as Voltage goes to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 12, 2011 22:15:47 GMT -5
Voltage returns and cameras take us to the office of CEO Harvey McCutchins. Harvey, wearing a Seattle Seahawks hoodie and a pair of khaki slacks, is in his office with Evanescence.
Harvey: Well Amy, thank you guys so much for agreeing to perform here tonight. I really think you being here will put us over the top with FOX.
Amy Lee: No problem Harvey, we love Seattle and RoR so any time you want us back we’ll be happy to come.
Harvey smiles and is about to say something when his office door opens. In walks a gray haired Asian gentleman in a black suite.
Harvey: Can I help you?
Silverman: The name is Brian Silverman, I’m the executive from FOX that you’ve been expecting.
Harvey: Oh of course! Mr. Silverman I’ve been expecting you. Please sit. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed in our show here tonight.
Silverman: I’ll be the judge of that.
Cameras now take us to the front entrance of the Penitentiary. There are fans lined up for concessions, and security stands at the door wielding flight lights, pepper spray, and riot control pistols.
The double doors open wide and two of RoR's most hated enter the arena. Max Static leads the way as the always comical Johnny Odle trails behind him. The duo sneak past fans and make their way toward ringside.
Pryce: They're headed our way.
Bones: Good. They deserve to get a up close look at the talent. Max is representing our company after all.
Sparrow: Good to have you back with us Bones, I had no idea how Pryce and I would ever do this without y…y…*busts out laughing* I can’t believe I almost got that out with a straight face!
Bones: Yeah laugh it up Sparrow. This show would be nothing without my talent and you know it.
Static and Odle walk down a few flights of stairs and then through the crowd until they find two vacant seats at ringside with a sign that reads "RESERVED". Max hands the sign to a fan and both men take a seat and relax.
Pryce: I'm assuming they bought tickets?
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a triple threat match!
The Miami Vice theme song plays and the camera immediately begins searching for the South Beach Kru. Donnie Wyld comes out onto the rampway with his ribs heavily taped.
Pryce: Well Donnie showing the affects of last weeks unprovoked attack by Rachel Cole, and he’s without his partner because…
Winstone: Introducing first, from South Beach, Florida...The Spirit…DONNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLD!!!
Bones: Because he was kidnapped by those chickens! They should be deported! I’m calling immigration!
Donnie is in the ring as “White Knuckles” by Alter Bridge begins playing.
[glow=blue,5,500]We are the disillusioned We've been left wanting more Before every aspiration hits the floor
Hold on for your life All we feel is so far from alive The damned are done believing The cursed can dream no more So hold on for your life Because only the strong survive[/glow][/color]
Alec walks out onto the stage with Rachel in tow. He begins walking down the ramp but stops. The crowd boos as Alec puts his hands up and waves the match off. He smiles as he and Rachel turn around and walk to the back and boos fill the air. Donnie looks a bit confused, but the refocuses as Black Pollo V’s music hits.
[glow=blue,5,500]How come you're always such a fussy young man? Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran. Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan. So eat it, just eat it.[/glow][/color]
Donnie is waiting for Pollo V to come down ring. All three Los Pollos sneak in behind Donnie and begin beating him. They get him to the ground and stomp away.
Pryce: These three are like vultures!
Sparrow: Actually they’re chickens Pryce.
Bones: Oh shut up! Where’s a meat clever when you need one?!
El Hijo has taken charge of the situation, looking a bit sluggish from Ultimate X match but he’s really hitting Wyld with some hard shots. All of the sudden Wyld comes back with shots of his own. This only lasts a few brief moments however, as Super hits him from behind with a chair. El Hijo begins stomping away at Wyld as Super and Pollo V look on with chairs. Finally, Pollo V takes control and tells El Hijo to pick Wyld up. El Hijo gets Wyld in a full nelson as it looks like Super and Pollo V are going to hit Wyld in his injured ribs with a con-chair-to!
Sparrow: Oh they can’t do this!
Bones: Yes! It’s Stevens! It’s Stevens!
Stevens come running down to the ring and slides in. He immediately gets leveled by a Pollo V chair shot, and another, and another. Stevens is quickly disposed of and Pollo V’s attention is turned back to Wyld. El Hijo still holds Wyld in a full nelson as Pollo V and Super Pollo blast his ribs with a con-chair-to! Wyld crumbles to the mat as Pollo V shouts, “I win, and when I win…you all win!” The crowd boos as Pollo V shouts this. He puts his foot on Wyld’s chest and tells the ref to count. The ref refuses, but then is forced down the mat by El Hijo and Super. The ref reluctantly counts as Pollo V raises his arms in victory.
RoR camera’s take us back to the locker room area where Howl is about to enter his locker room.
Todd: Howl wait a sec!
Howl stops and turns as Todd Tellanski comes up to him.
Todd: I just wanted to say thanks for the help last week, I owe you one.
Howl: Todd, no need to thank me. Any time I can get a chair shot in on someone, it’s my pleasure.
Todd: Well at any rate, if you ever need someone to have your back you know who to call.
Howl: …Sure.
Todd seems confused by Howl’s dismissive attitude as Howl turns and enters his locker room. Voltage heads to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 12, 2011 22:17:31 GMT -5
Voltage returns from commercials.
Pryce: We welcome you back to Wednesday Night Voltage and if you're just joining us, Wow what a night it's been!
Sparrow: And it only promises to get better!
Pryce: We join Morrigan Winstone who is already in the ring and we all know what that means.
Bones: The return of Sarah Twilight! Oooh I am pumped for this!
Pryce: I didn't think you were passionate about anything.
Bones: I have my moments.
Sparrow: Alright, well let's take it to Morrigan!
Winstone: Ladies and gentlemen,is my pleasure to once again introduce to you once again...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVANESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCENCE!
The crowd goes wild as the band, led by Amy Lee once again emerges to the stage. The wave to the screaming crowd and begin to make their way towards the ring..
Bones: Here's a little history lesson for the peons out there. It is a well known fact that Sarah Twilight is a MAJOR Evanescence fan...
Sparrow: That's not something we didn't already know...
Bones: ZIP IT! Let me finish! Twilight has NEVER missed a live appearance by the band, and it is reported that Twilight is a personal friend of Amy Lee's. Harvey is going to BANK here tonight because this is genius!
As the crowd's cheers die down, Evanescence stands in the ring looking out among them. A hush takes over the room as everyone inside the building listens on intently as "Call Me When You're Sober" begins to play.
The song ends and the crowd go wild for the band. Amy Lee waves and smiles as she brings the mic to her lips.
Amy Lee: Thank you Seattle! *loud cheers* On guitar is Terry Balsamo! *cheers* Tim McCord is on bass! *cheers* On the drums is the awesome Will Hunt! *cheers* And I am Amy Lee! *cheers* Together…we are Evanescence! *loud cheers* You guys have been an amazing crowd here tonight!
Amy Lee then goes from excited one second, to pretty sad the next.
Amy Lee: We were asked here tonight, not only to put on a great show for you guys *cheers* and guys ROCK! You really do! *huge cheers* But we were also asked here to introduce on of the greatest competitors this sport has ever seen! We were given the honor or performing for a MAJOR return here in this very building tonight. The excitement of introducing a VERY talented woman, who is also a very dear friend to me....
Bones: I told you! HA!
Sparrow: We get the point!
Amy Lee: "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!! *some cheers but mostly boos* Now I know many of you aren't big fans of Sarah's...however the news is still the same. We were supposed to treat you to a live performance of "The Only One" and introduce Sarah for her return. *another mixed reaction* But unfortunately...that is not going to happen. Because Sarah won't be here tonight....or any other night.
Pryce: WHAT?!
Bones: This can't be right!
Sparrow: Apparently, those are the facts.
Pryce: I think we are receiving confirmation right now by one of Sarah's close friends. She may never be returning to the ring. It looks like Max Static has accomplished his goal of taking her out.
Sparrow: Her flame extinguished before it even had a chance to flourish here in RoR.
Bones: She is a world class athlete! Possibly the biggest name we had!
Pryce: And it appears that Max has made a name for himself by taking her out of the equation.
A very smug Max Static looks on from ringside as back in the ring, the band begins to set up for a performance. An entire choir takes the stage and a spotlight hovers over them. Our cameras take a panoramic view of the band and choir, set to begin. The crowd hustles and bustles as they talk amongst themselves about the news they'd just heard. Amy, still looking very somber cues for the set to begin. As Terry Balsamo reaches into his guitar case, removing a signature Sarah Twilight tee shirt. Our cameras pan in to see a pentagram, engulfed in flames. Emblazoned above are the words "The Only One: Sarah Twilight.
Amy Lee: Sarah, this is for you...such an amazing career. I hope you're watching.
The guitar chords begin as Amy's angelic voice soothes us with the first few notes of "Whisper", which was one of Sarah's favorites by the band.
A flurry of explosions erupt above the stage, ring and entrance way. Photographs of Sarah Twilight are displayed on the RoR-tron and the heavy drums beat wildly into a symphony of noise for the finale. As the fine chord comes to an end, and the final spark of fireworks disappears, the light to the arena go completely dark. Our cameras now focus in on the video wall which zooms closer and closer to a head shot of Sarah Twilight and the words "You will be missed!"
Bones: I...I am in shock here! I cannot believe what I am hearing. Twilight is done for good! Max Static has effectively TAKEN OUT possibly the biggest star on this roster.
Pryce: What is more unbelievable is the standing ovation this crowd is giving the fallen star. They are showing respect for someone who, for most of her career has been absolutely DESPISED by these fans.
Sparrow: If anything, this will cause them to only despise Static THAT much more.
Bones: I'm gonna miss Twilight, but let's face facts here. Max Static did NOTHING wrong. He's taken his spots and called his own shots. He knows what it takes to get attention and he found it. He went after the biggest fish and TOOK her OUT. In my estimation, that makes Static THE biggest thing this roster has!
Pryce: That may be, but don't get too far ahead of yourself here. There is A LOT of competition here in RoR...and not all of them are going to have their backs turned when Max decides to strike.
Bones: What does it matter?
Pryce: I am saying that he may not have gotten away with as much as he has if he tried it face to face.
Bones: He's SMART, that's why! Don't harp on me about methods here.
Pryce: Whatever! It’s a damn shame! I only hope that that smug son of b*tch right there gets what is coming to him tonight!
Max is again shown smiling from his ringside seats as the crowd boos. RoR cameras cut to the back where the lovely Victoria Crantz is standing by with Alec Fleming and Rachel.
Crantz: I’m here with Alec Fleming, who walked out on his chance at the Tag Team Championships earlier tonight. Alec what were you thinking?
Alec and Rachel look a little perplexed by the question.
Alec: What was I thinking? What was I thinking? I was thinking that I’m the damn face of RoR and I’m getting no respect! I’ve only been in the main event once! Once! I should be in the main event each and every week Victoria!
Alec takes a few deep breaths and then smiles.
Alec: But it’s okay. Wanna know why? It’s okay because…
Rachel: He quits!
Alec and Rachel walk off as Victoria looks shocked. Voltage goes to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 12, 2011 23:02:31 GMT -5
Voltage returns from the break as “Take This Life” as JW3 and Katrian walk out onto the stage.
[glow=blue,5,500]It's not so much the pain It's more the actual knife Pretending, the picture is perfect I cut myself to sleep I close my eyes for a second And meet a fragile soul I scream to hide that I'm lonely The echo calls my name[/glow][/color]
Winstone: The following contest is a Submission match and is a Quarterfinal match in the Road to Gold Tournament! Introducing first, from Tyler, Texas…being accompanied by Katrina Voxx…JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJONATHAN WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBB!!!
The crowd boos as Webb just blows them off. All of the sudden “I Eat Heavy Metal” hits the PA system.
[glow=blue,5,500]I eat heavy metal Gargle premium gas I drink heavy water Nitro-demitasse
I eat heavy metal I chew up limousines I munch barbed wire In my submarines[/glow][/color]
There’s a somewhat mixed reaction as Super Pollo walks out onto the stage. He’s carrying a rubber chicken with him.
Winstone: And his opponent, from Tijuana, Mexico…SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO!!!
Super climbs in the ring and throws the rubber chicken at Webb. The bell rings, as Jonathan Webb quickly rushes over and clotheslines Super Pollo. Webb begins to mercilessly stomp on the fallen Super, as the ref counts to 5. At 4, Webb turns away, only to turn back and start stomping on him again. The ref keeps counting, but when he tries to break it up Webb grabs him, picks him up, and throws him out of the ring.
Bones: Yes! Go JW3! Now beat that chicken senseless! Aw crap!
Suddenly, El Hijo de Pollo and Black Pollo V run down to the ring, and start beating up on Webb, He turns on them, shoving Hijo out of the ring with a strong kick, and low blowing Pollo V, but as he turns around, he's Picked Up and Delivered by Super. Another referee runs down to the ring as Hijo and Pollo V slide out of the ring, having done their dirty work. The ref spots them and orders them to the back, not being able to do anything, as he never actually saw them do anything.
Bones: Good, send these losers to the back!
Sparrow: I think this is as vocal as you’ve ever been during a Pollo match Bones.
Bones: Shut up!
Pollo V starts to put the moves on Katrina, pulling a drumstick out of his tights and offering it to her. The ref finally convinces Pollo V to head to the back. Meanwhile, back in the ring Super locks in the Grilled Pollo Wrap. The referee raises Webb's hand once...twice...and NO Webb Gets his hand up. Webb fights to the ropes and the ref breaks up the hold. Super is frustrated as he gets on the top rope. He is patiently waiting for Webb to get back on his feet. Webb finally gets to his feet and Super goes for a cross body but he’s caught!
Bones *laughing*: He should’ve known that chickens can’t fly!
Webb reverses it into a belly to belly suplex, now both men are down the ref starts the count.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…
Both men get to their feet but Super reacts first with a vicious kick to the back of the head. Webb gets back into a sitting position and Polo bounces off the ropes and hits the running knee. Super picks Webb up and tries to attempt a suplex but Webb gets behind Pollo and attempts the hat trick. He gets the first. He gets the second. And he completes the trifecta. Webb is starting to feel it now. Webb gets on the top rope waiting for Pollo to get to his feet. When Pollo gets to his feet Webb hits the axe handle. Super hits the ground hard and his head snaps back on the canvas and everyone can here it. The match is paused for a while and the referee checks on Super. He asks Super if he can continue. Super responds with, “And get beat by this son of a bitch?! Yes I’m gonna continue!” Webb hears his disrespectful comment and starts stomping on Super’s head. Webb picks Super up and Irish whips him into the ropes and Super snaps back with another running knee! Super lifts a dazed Webb and hits the Pick Up and Delivery finisher. Super drags Webb to the center of the ring and locks in Grilled Pollo Wrap. The ref gets in perfect position and sees Webb tap out! It’s over!
Winstone: Here is your winner…Semifinalist in the Road to Gold Tournament… SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER POLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO!!!
Bones: No! No! No! S**t! P**s! F**k!
Pryce: Take it easy!
Sparrow: There’s a FOX representative in the building you dumb sh…
Voltage cuts to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 13, 2011 1:56:01 GMT -5
Voltage returns in a backstage hallway, one occupied by Harvey McCutchins and Brian Silverman… and they aren't alone. Joining them are a pair of unfamiliar young women, one blond and one brunette. A friendly smile upon his lips, Harvey continues to speak.
Harvey: I am sure, Mr. Silverman, that these two young ladies will do big things here in RoR. Why don't you introduce yourselves to him?
The first to step forward is the blond, a smartly-dressed young lady with blue eyes and as many curls as the day is long. She offers a tanned hand as she speaks, her voice slowed down a bit by a refined Southern accent.
Natalie: Good evening! I'm Natalie Burrows. It's a pleasure to meet you.
For the first time, an approving smile tugs at the FOX representative's lips as he takes her hand and shakes it.
Silverman: The feeling's mutual, young lady.
Releasing her hold, Natalie steps back so that the other female competitor can step forward. The brunette is also dressed nicely enough, although she is more casual when compared to the almost straitlaced way that the blond is dressed. She, too, offers her hand for a shake.
Adrianna: And I'm Adrianna Szatkowski. It's good to meet you sir!
Taking Adrianna's hand, the approving smile on Silverman's face widens.
Silverman: It's nice to meet you, too.
Releasing his hold on her hand, the FOX representative turns to look at Harvey.
Silverman: While I have found some of your choices to be… questionable, I must say that you at least have an eye for talen…
Before he can finish his sentence, Los Pollos Excellentes suddenly barge into the conversation while brandishing rubber chickens. The duo of pesky poultry immediately set about their business, slapping both Harvey and Brian with their preferred (and definitely odd) choice of weaponry, clucking merrily all the while. A scowl on his lips, Harvey slaps the offending pieces of prank-ware away from his face before placing himself in front of the FOX representative.
Harvey: That’s it! I've had enough of these fu…..uuudgin' chickens on this fudgin' show! If you aren't ruining the possibility of a tag team championship match at Road to Gold, you're disrespecting my autho…
Somewhere, deep in the recesses of Harvey's mind… a lightbulb flickers to life.
Harvey: Actually, you know what? Neither Natalie or Adrianna are booked for the pay-per-view yet, so it's gonna be the team of Natalie Burrows and Adrianna Szatkowski versus Los Pollos to determine the tag team champions at Road to Gold! Do either of you ladies have any objections?
Natalie: Not in the least, Mr. McCutchins.
Adrianna: No problem from this end, either. C'mon, Natalie-- let's go talk some strategy.
Natalie: If you insist, Miss Szat…
The brunette laughs, cutting off the Southern Belle with a shake of her head.
Adrianna: There's no need to be so formal! Just call me Adrianna.
And, with that, the pair of ladies make their way off to begin their planning while Los Pollos continue their clucking and threatening movements with their rubber kin as cameras go back to ringside.
"Quantum" by Datsik begins to play over the loudspeaker. Strobe lights flicker throughout a darkened arena as Max Static and Johnny Odle leap the guard rail. Rachel Cole begins walking down the ramp.
Pryce: What is this? Maybe we can get some answers over their actions the past few weeks.
Sparrow: That would be nice. The vicious attacks over the past few weeks have been unnecessary.
The music fades out, the arena lights are back on, and Max is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. He's dressed in his usual attire; black Chuck's, black slacks with yellow suspenders, and a steel gray dress shirt. He waits for the jeers to simmer down before speaking.
Static: You know, the fast few weeks I feel I've been disrespected!
The fans erupt with cheers but Max continues to talk over them.
Static: I've been disrespected from the moment I entered this company and ya know what? Here's a little news flash for you, EVERYBODY JOBS TO STATIC! Get used to it!
Fans erupt with another cheer of disapproval.
Static: I'm the one chosen to represent Ring of Revolution in the CWC tournament and I'm the top pick to be the first RoR Champion and I deserve a little more respect. I don't need you inbreds blowing up my phone and overfilling my inbox with bullshit emails and texts. I do what I do because I know you will allow it. I smell the fear every time I enter the building. Each week, I enter the doors and everyone tucks tail. They get that chill down their spine and their palms begin to sweat because they know the one man mulisha is coming to collect a debt. *boos* I'm coming to collect a debt, but I'm not doing it alone. What stands before you is Delinquent Society! You don't fear us because of what we've done, you fear us because of what we're capable of!
Max drops the microphone and gets ready for his first blood match while Johnny grabs two chairs. Max tells both of them to have a seat at ringside, which Johnny does but Rachel does not. Rachel instead hops the railing and begins to leave, causing Max to pick up the mic.
Static: And where do you think you’re going Miss Classic?
Rachel turns around and the camera picks up what she is saying.
Rachel Cole: Where ever I feel like.
Static: Oh you think so?
Rachel Cole: Yep.
Max tosses the mic again as Rachel turns and leaves through crowd. All of the sudden “Invincible” by Adelita’s Way hits the PA system.
[glow=blue,5,500]Bow down I’m invincible tonight I’m alive Take a look into my eyes This time I’ma take you for a ride I’m invincible tonight[/glow][/color]
The crowd boos as Jack Johnson walks out onto the stage (but some cheer to spite Static), but he shakes his finger at the crowd and then points to the pyrotechnic devices on either side of the stage. The crowd cheers as the devices fire tons of money into the crowd, but the cheers fade as it turns out the money is nothing more than fake one hundred dollar bills that have Jack’s picture on them.
Winstone: The following contest is a First Blood Match and is a Quarterfinal match in the Road to Gold Tournament! Introducing, from Miami, Florida… JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK JOHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSON!!!
Johnson walks down the ramp as he has tons of his fake money thrown back at him. Jack wastes no time getting into the ring as the lights return to normal and the two stand tow to toe, ready to go.
Pryce: Johnson staring a hole through Static and they aren't going to waste any time here!
Sparrow: Things are about to get violent, I just know it!
Bones: Indeed they are and under these conditions, anything can happen!
The ref calls for the bell and the two badasses waste no time going straight at each other. They trade blows back and forth for what seems like an eternity, neither man backing down from their stance. Both of them continue to brawl, getting themselves against the ropes. Max tries a rake to the eyes to gain an early advantage. Jack responds by punching Static right in his throat. The Badlands Brawler backs off, holding his windpipe and gasping for air.
Bones: And these two barbarians already fierce into the fire!
Pryce: Did you see that? He punched him in the throat! That HAD to hurt!
Johnson takes advantage, pulling Static up and over for a perfect German suplex. This garners a round of cheers from the crowd. Max is down, still having no time to catch his breath and Jack continues on the assault, stomping his boot into the back of Static's neck. You can hear the air escape him. He gasps even louder as Johnson hauls him up by the hair and picks him up for a scoop slam, But Static shoves off, catching Jack with a reverse DDT. The Arrogant Aristocrat is down and now Static seizes the opportunity, rushing into the ropes and nailing a picture perfect standing moonsault. He gets back to his feet quickly, climbing the turnbuckle, he sits there perched, waiting. As Johnson gets to his feet, Max launches himself from the top with a flying clothesline, again taking his foe down.
Bones: Max Static has turned this around, and quickly. His aggression, and down right nasty streak are unpredictable. And Jack Johnson is finding that out right now. I think we are going to see the "Rich Boy" decimated here tonight and I for one, cannot wait!
Pryce: I think both are well prepared for the other. It's just a matter of that one mistake. Static is more likely to make that mistake with his temper.
Sparrow: Who needs to worry about mistakes? Just wait till the heavy artillery comes into play!
Jack is still reeling and Static hauls him to his feet, sending him into the ropes with a whip. Johnson ducks another clothesline attempt on the return and stops himself short, just behind Max, taking him by surprise with a nasty backbreaker. Again the crowd erupts with cheers. Johnson now slides under the bottom rope and to the outside, where he retrieves a steel folding chair at ringside. He slides it back into the ring, and as Static struggles to get back to his feet. WHACK!!! Johnson crashes the chair down across his foe's back. Max howls out in pain and Jack cracks it over his back again. He now discards the chair and sits on Max's back, pulling him up into a camel clutch. He arches back as much as he can, completely folding Static in half backwards. Max screams in agony, but surrender was not even an option.
Pryce: Already a foreign object has been brought into the mix!!
Bones: Hey why not? It's all legal. You knew it would get bad with these two, and we have only just started!
Sparrow: Well that didn't take long at all!
Johnson continues to wrench the hold and Static is struggling, but he manages to get his knees tucked under him just far enough and tries to stand up. Jack is forcing all of his weight into Static, trying to prevent him from reaching a vertical base. But somehow he does, and backs Johnson into the turnbuckle, forcing him to release his grip. The crowd is really getting into it all, by now. Jack is down momentarily and Max holds the small of his back in pain. He takes a few seconds to catch his breath and goes right back after Johnson. He hauls Johnson to his feet but receives a kick to the gut that backs him off. Jack again retrieves the folding chair and takes aim, But Static sends a standing dropkick into the chair, sending it right into Jack's HEAD!!! The Aristocrat falls backwards onto the mat and again, Max Static is in control.
Sparrow: Static is back in control. Can he capitalize from here?
Bones: Johnson looks to be out...this may be over right here!
Static moves in now, going for the kill, but Johnson pulls him face first into the chair!!! The ref immediately checks for any signs of blood! But there are no gashes to Static amazingly.
Bones: Phew! That was close!
Pryce: Just like that it could have been over!
Sparrow: These guys will pull out all the stops for a chance to move on and possibly become RoR's first ever Heavyweight Champion!
Johnson gets back to his feet quickly. Static is a bit slower to the draw and Johnson rushes him with a clothesline, the momentum carries both men over the top rope and to the outside.
Pryce: It was nearly over there as Johnson appears to have been playing possum. And this is getting crazy already!
Bones: You can never count out Max Static. He's destined for greatness. And you never know where he will strike from!
Sparrow: I am so sick of hearing about Max! He's only been here a few weeks. We get it, he's made an impact, but so has Jack Johnson!!
Both Johnson and Static are out on the floor and slowly getting to their feet. Johnson makes it up a second faster and grabs hold of Static for another hard whip, but it's reversed and Jack is sent CRASHING into the ringpost HEAD FIRST!!! He bounces off of the ringpost and hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. The ref again is there to check for blood, but only a dark bruising knot begins to form on his forehead. Static remains relentless, moving towards Johnson. He removes the top portion of the ring steps and tosses them aside. He now DRAGS Johnson to the steps, placing his foe's leg on the bottom portion of the steps. Jack lays there prone, and Max once again picks up the top half of the steps, and he SLAMS it down onto Johnson's leg. There is a sickening CRACK as his flesh and bone is crushed between the two pieces of steel. Johnson screams out a blood curdling scream and many in the crowd gasp.
Sparrow: My GOD! This is already out of hand! I think he just broke Johnson's leg in HALF!!
Pryce: I told you. This was going to get ugly...and fast.
Bones: What a load of CRAP! Now you're all on the Max Static bandwagon...just remember it was ME...ME who has said this all along!
Sparrow: Just...just quiet! Ugh!
Johnson clenches his ankle and shin tightly as he cradles back and forth, trying to subside the pain. But this is short lived as Static again drags him along ringside. Now Max removes a table from under the ring, propping it up next to the incapacitated Johnson. Once it is in position, he hauls Jack up, rolling him onto the table. Static rolls back into the ring and walks to the opposite side. He gets a running start and is about to launch himself over the top when he notices Johnson roll himself off of the table. Static puts on the brakes. Johnson reaches under the ring, unseen to Max who now leaps over the top to come down on Jack who is on the floor. But Johnson pulls out what he was reaching for under the ring...a crutch, he immediately holds it upwards and Static meets it FACE FIRST!! The impact sending him backwards a few feet as he holds his face now. Falling to the floor. Again, blood is checked for, but again there is still none.
Pryce: He avoided crashing through the table as Jack had rolled off. But he may be thinking the table would have been a better choice after that!
Sparrow: He hit the butt end of that crutch HARD!! Both of them are still in this thing!!
Bones: It's only a matter of time! Static is smarter than Johnson! What a brilliant display!
Pryce: Uhm, Static is out of it...are we watching the same match?
Bones: Did I ask for your opinion?
Johnson uses the ring apron to help him pull himself to his feet. He is limping heavily as his ankle was almost surely shattered. And using the crutch, he makes her way back towards Static. Johnson takes the crutch now in both hands, hopping to avoid the pain in his left leg. He now takes a baseball style swing at Static, NAILING him in the midsection with such force that the crutch BREAKS into pieces!!! Static writhes in pain as he rolls to one side, clutching his stomach. Johnson hobbles still a bit, as he looks around for another weapon to further batter his rival. After searching briefly, he settles on a metal pail that he finds from under the ring. Static slowly makes it to his feet, still clutching his stomach, somewhat doubled over, Jack is waiting and as Static turns around to face him, Johnson CRUSHES him with the pail. Max falls back down to the floor and is out of it. Jack tosses the pail aside and the crowd cheers wildly.
Pryce: This match now firmly in Johnson's control after that crutch shot. Static needs to regroup and fast!
Bones: Come on. He's taken more abuse than that and walked away. This is FAR from over!!
Sparrow: We'll see about that.
Johnson again looks for something to inflict more damage and grabs hold of the ringbell. He sits in wait again, stalking Static. As Max gets to his feet, Johnson rushes him with the bell, But Static is able to duck this time and sends a side kick into Johnson's face. Jack staggers back. Max now heads to the announcer's table, ripping out one of the television monitors, pulling the wires from them. He moves back towards Johnson who is getting up and again grabs the ringbell. Both men swing. Static connects, SMASHING the monitor, SCREEN FIRST into Johnson's skull, and at the SAME TIME Johnson CRACKS Static in the head with the ring bell. Both men fall back to the floor, lying there motionless.
Sparrow: For the love of God! They just DEVASTATED each other right there! Neither one of them is moving!
Bones: The ref doesn't know what to do here. This is first blood, he doesn't have any counts to work with.
Pryce: I can't believe there still HASN'T been blood!
Paramedics rush down to ringside, checking on the two stars. They try to administer aid, but both men begin to stir, shoving them away. Staggering to get back to their feet.They struggle to stand. Johnson suddenly lunges at Static out of nowhere and they crash through one of the gurneys, hitting the floor where they continue to brawl. The medical staff backs away as the brawlers continue to fight.
Pryce: They are NUTS!! I wouldn't be surprised if one...or both of them don't make it out of this alive!
Bones: They are out for blood and that is for DAMN SURE! This isn't a wrestling match...this is a fight, plain and simple.
Sparrow: With these two, it may not end until one of them is permanently disabled!
Static shoves Johnson off of him and rolls away, pulling himself to his feet. Johnson also pulls himself up with aid from the guardrail. Then Static grabs hold of one of the paramedics kits. Removing a pair of FIBULATORS!!! He turns the dial, charging them up and he NAILS Johnson in the face with one of them, dazing him. He then PRESSES the fibulators against the sides of Jack's HEAD, and SPARKS FLY!!! Smoke fizzles up from where Johnson had just been shocked and he collapses to the floor, two seered marks on his head from where the fibulators had burnt thousands of volts into him. Static now tosses the devices aside and tries to get Johnson to his feet to roll him back into the ring.
Bones: Did you just SEE that??!!
Pryce: I saw! I saw! Johnson just got the shock of his life!!!!
Sparrow: Inconceivable! HOW are these two still going?
Static begins scrambling for something...ANYTHING that will bust Johnson open. After discarding numerous items, he settles on a pair of SCISSORS! And grasps them in his hands, stalking back towards Johnson.
Pryce: Oh no! Come ON!
Sparrow: This is ridiculous!!! He can't use those!
Bones: He can use whatever he wants, it's no disqualifications!
Pryce: That's a deadly weapon!
The referee pleads with Static to put the sharp scissors down but Max just shoves him aside, knocking him down and out and moves in for the kill. The crowd is booing like MAD at this point and many children cover their eyes.
Sparrow: This can't happen! Not with scissors!
Bones: Just zip it and watch greatness unfold!
The crowd's boos suddenly turn to a mixture as we hear various cheers erupt from the crowd. Static stands, hovering over Johnson with the scissors about to plunge them into his forehead when suddenly, the camera is knocked over with cameraman and falls to the ground. The crowd roars and we hear a sickening THUD! Our camera catches glimpse of Static as he falls FACE first into the outside mats with FORCE!
Pryce: WHAT?! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Bones: How the?....I don't.....You have to be KIDDING ME?!!!!
The cameraman gets back to his feet and steadies his camera as the cheers continue. We look down at Static who appears to be completely out of it. Johnson is still down and out as well. As our camera pans back to capture his assailant, the television audience is STUNNED by what they see.
Sparrow: That's SARAH TWILIGHT! She's BACK!!!
Pryce: And she looks healthy as ever!!!
The devious redhead smirks heavily as she looks down at the fallen Static. She is dressed in street clothing and wields a baseball bat in hand. She methodically circles her fallen prey, staring down at him with nothing but malice in her eyes.
Bones: No way! She's done for! Kaput! GONE! She can't be here...she just CAN'T!!!
Pryce: No, you aren't dreaming...she IS HERE! And she's taken a measure of revenge on Max Static!
Static begins to stir slightly and uses his hands to try and push himself up. Sarah shakes her head at him, looking down at him as pathetic. She takes the bat and reaches it around him, YANKING him up by the throat as he gasps for air. She drags him back towards the ring and shoves him under the bottom rope. She quickly follows inside as the crowd eats it up. Static rolls to his knees and coughs a few times before looking up, finally seeing the face of his attacker. He grins, laughing maniacally. This only further angers Sarah and she takes the butt of the baseball bat and JABS it into his mouth. The sickening crack can be heard as it connects with his teeth, jaw and flesh. A few bottom teeth chip, and as Max spits, blood spurts from his mouth and rolls down his chin, slowly leaking onto his chest. He wipes his lips and notices the blood on his hands, he looks down and begins to smile sadistically.
Pryce: And Static is busted open!
Bones: Wait, that can't count, right?
As Static tries to intimidate Sarah with his laughter, he fails to notice the referee has gotten back to his feet by now. He notices the blood on Static and immediately calls for the bell. Static snaps out of his trance as he is just in time to hear the announcement.
Winstone:] Here is your winner…Semifinalist in the Road to Gold Tournament.....JAAAAAACK JOOOOOHNSOOOOON!!!!
Bones: No! That's not fair! Johnson didn't bust him open, Twilight did!
Pryce: There are no rules as to WHO has to make him bleed...only that he needs to.
Bones: This is complete BULLSHIT!!
Sparrow: Payback is a b*tch, and her name is Sarah Twilight!
Static loses it and begins screaming at the referee, kicking the ropes. His anger boils over and he turns to retaliate against the woman who cost him the match, but as he does so he is met with a homerun swing by Twilight, that floors him!
Pryce: I don't think she's done with him yet!
Bones: Enough is enough! UGH!
Sparrow: I thought you liked Twilight?
Bones: I can change my mind as I see fit!
Sarah grabs hold of a microphone as she paces back and forth near the fallen Static, his lackey long gone by now.
Sarah: You wanted my attention...well you've gotten it!
Mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Sarah: Unfortunately for you...that means that now my time will be devoted to making your life a LIVING HELL!!!
The cheers grow slightly stronger.
Sarah: You are simply as PATHETIC and WORTHLESS as I thought! Did you TRULY believe you could just take me out? Did you think you were going to walk around here and claim to be the baddest asshole around and that was going to fly? Let me clue you in on something...this is MY show!!! MY ring...and MY time!
Static again begins to stir, and Sarah rears back and sends a snap kick right to his face, putting him back down.
Sarah: You wanted to make a name for yourself, huh? Wanted to make sure everyone would remember what you did? Well let's just do that, shall we?
Sarah motions the video wall as footage begins to play from the debut of Voltage. Reminding everyone of Max Static's actions.
VOLTAGE: 12-29-2010
Sparrow: You son of a…hold on just a second!
Just as Sarah is being helped to her feet by EMTs, Max Static hits her from behind. He knocks her to the floor, stomping at her viciously as Rachel watches on looking a bit confused. Max then pulls Sarah up by her hair, bends her backwards and hits the Iron Curtain! He looks down at Sarah, then over at Rachel. He walks past Rachel, who still has no idea why that just happened. Rachel looks at him, then over at Sarah, and then slowly follows Max to the back.
Sparrow: What the hell was that all about?
Bones: I don’t know. That was uncalled for, even in my opinion.
Pryce: I don’t know either but that Static is a no good piece of…
BACK TO VOLTAGE LIVE!!!
Sarah: You wanted me to remember that? Don't worry...because it is still FRESH on my mind! But you....oooooh no no no no. It's not going to be that easy. I want to make sure this will be a night that you will NEVER forget!
Sarah exits the ring momentarily and retrieves a canister of some sort from under the ring. She slides back into the ring with it and opens it, dumping the liquid contents all over Static's body. The splashing liquid immediately causes him to stir.
Bones: Come on! You've done enough, now splash him with water just to do more damage?
Sparrow: Hey...wh....what's that smell?
Pryce: Uh oh, I don't think that's water!
Bones: What? Wait....oh damn NO!
The smell of gasoline fumes begins to fill the air as Sarah's smirk forms an evil, twisted grin. She looks down at the soaked Max Static as she reaches into her pocket, removing a packet of matches. She lights one and lets it burn for what seems like an eternity.
Pryce: She's going to burn him alive!!
Bones: This is attempted murder!!! Get security out here!!!
Sarah cackles evilly as she now tosses the match onto Static who is immediately engulfed in flames, rolling around the ring like a madman. Luckily EMTs and security had already rushed the ring. They cover him with fire blankets and quickly put out the flames. Sarah casually backs out of the ring still cackling with her sinister laugh as "The Only One" by Evanescence plays loudly over the loudspeakers.
Sparrow: I don't think Max Static knows what he's gotten himself into here. Sarah Twilight is an extremely violent and sadistic woman!
Pryce: I think Max Static stepped in WAAAAYYYY over his head here! He may have 3rd degree burns....or worse!
Bones: UGH! Just take a commercial!
Unfortunately for Bones, RoR’s cameras go to a split screen view. On the right side we see Howl and on the left we see Matt Ward. Each man is in their respective locker room. Howl has his arms stretched out in front of him. His hands are wrapped in tape and a trainer is using a brush to paint a thin layer of glue on the tape. Ward also has his hands wrapped in tape, the glue has already been applied, and he rolls his fists into a big bowl full of glass shards. When he pulls his fists out of the bowl they are covered in shards of glass. The word “NEXT” comes up in the upper right hand corner of the screen as Howl begins rolling his fists into his own bowl of glass shards and Ward looks at his fists with a devilish grin. Voltage goes to commercials.
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Post by CEO Harvey McCutchins on Jan 13, 2011 1:57:47 GMT -5
Voltage returns from the final commercial break of the night as a steel cage lowers from the rafters of the Penitentiary. The unique thing about this cage is that it has two panes of glass wired to the inside of it, one on the left and one on the right. Inside the ring there are cardboard boxes leaned up against three of the corners, each box has the words “FLOURESCENT TUBING” written on them. In the final corner leans a glass table that has had the legs taken off of it. The crowd sits in silence, awaiting the carnage about to come.
Sparrow: TV land this one will not be for the faint of heart. Put the little ones to bed for this one.
Bones: There’s going to be blood, there’s going to be violence! Love iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
Pryce: Guys and gals, the rules for this one are simple. Each competitor has had their hands wrapped in tape, the tape has been covered in glue and then their hands have been dipped in razor sharp shards of glass. Fists are major weapons in this match. All the glass in the ring; the florescent lightbulbs, the glass table, the panes of glass attached to the cage can all be used as weapons in this contest. Anything g…
Bones: Just get to the point Pryce! How are you supposed to win a match like this?!
Pryce: I was getting there you no good piece of sh…
Sparrow: To answer your question Bones. This match can be won by pinfall, submission, escaping the cage, or blood loss. For the safety of Howl and Matt Ward, if one of them competitors loses too much blood the ref has the option of stopping the match.
The steel cage finishes lowering, locking all the glass weaponry inside. “Monster” by Skillet hits. Ward comes out to some loud booing from the crowd. He looks down at the cage and then down at his glass covered hands.
[glow=blue,5,500]The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it[/glow]
Winstone: The following contest is a Caged Taipei Deathmatch and is a Quarterfinal match in the Road to Gold Tournament! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois…MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!
A single spotlight follows Ward down to the ring. A few fans reach their hands out in hopes that they will get a five from Ward, but their hopes are dashed as Ward just walks right by. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops. He stares at the cage with a look that his a bit worried but mostly determined. He walks over and slowly walks up the ring steps and enters the cage door. He stands in the center of the ring and looks around the cage as the lights in the RoR Penitentiary go out. The crowd is silent for a moment. Cheers then fill the arena as a wolf’s howl blasts over the speakers. Strobe lights begin to flicker as “When The Levee Breaks” by Led Zeppelin begins to play. The crowd’s cheers get even louder as Howl makes his way on the stage. He lets out a Howl to the fans, who return it with a howl of their own.
[glow=blue,5,500]If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break, If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break, When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.[/glow]
Pryce: Now here’s the man that earned the respect of Mr. Harvey McCutchins and the fans here in the Penitentiary last week.
Sparrow: And seems he has earned the respect and friendship of Todd Tellanski.
Bones: Oh big deal. What did has he done to earn anyone’s respect? Both of his matches have ended in draws, he had to bring a chair with him to chase off Jack Johnson, and so again I ask…what has he done?!
Pryce: Bones what did you ever accomplish in your career? Oh that’s right nothing!
Sparrow: Oh burn!
Winstone: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLL!
Howl has made his way into the ring. He climbs up to the top rope and looks over the top of the cage at the crowd. He shows them his glass covered hands, getting a very nice pop. He climbs down as his music fades away. The ref rings the bell as Howl and Ward look around the cage at all the glass. They both have that concerned/determined look on their faces.
Pryce: You can tell by the look on both of these wrestler’s faces that they know what they are in for in this match.
Sparrow: Yeah Pryce, but they also know what they are fighting for in this match. They know it’s going to get violent, but they know they’re fighting to get one step closer to the RoR Championship.
Both superstars are circling each other, keeping their distance so they don’t become the first victim of a devastating fist. Both guys take their shots but keep coming up empty as their adversary dodges the blow.
Bones: Let there be blood! Someone connect, someone connect! Oh please, please, please!
Pryce: Calm down you sick fre…oooo there it is, Ward lands the first blow!
Ward indeed connected with the first punch. Howl staggers backwards into a corner, knocking the cardboard box of fluorescent light bulbs over and putting his hands up to his head. When he lowers his hands we can see blood slowly starting to flow down his face, but it’s nothing too serious yet. Ward smiles and motions for Howl to come get some more. Howl comes out of the corner and the slow methodical pace of the match continues. Again, each superstar takes their swings that miss. Ward finally tries to connect with a big right hand, but Howl dodges and hits him right underneath the eye with a left jab. Just like Howl did earlier, Ward staggers back. Ward grimaces in pain and looks at his blood that has smeared on the palm of his hand. Howl smiles and shrugs his shoulders as Ward looks at him with complete hatred. Cameras pick up Ward saying, “You son of a bitch.” He then charges Howl and takes a wild swing, which Howl ducks. When Ward turns around, Howl sends him staggering back with a right jab to the forehead.
Sparrow: Well so far this one has been understandably slow.
Bones: But the blood Sparrow. Look at the blood! That’s what’s important!
Ward’s rage builds and he charges Howl. Both men begin hitting each other with fast and hard punches to the others head. Each of the blows carves both superstars’ faces up more and more. The blows keep coming very quickly until the ref decides to step in and break it up. The crowd boos as both Ward and Howl step back, their faces even more bloody than before.
Camera’s cut to Harvey’s office and we see Harvey and Silverman. Both men are watching with great interest, but Silverman doesn’t look too pleased.
Cameras come back to the ring as Ward sidesteps a Howl fist, taking a little scratch from the glass as he captures Howl’s arm in between his body and arm. Ward then grabs Howl’s arm and hair. He then slams Howl’s head against the steel cage. Howl’s head is slammed against the cage two more times before he elbows Ward in the ribs. He gets complete separation with another elbow, then turns and lands three quick kicks to Ward’s gut, and ends the combo with a hard punch to Ward’s head that sends Ward down to the mat. Ward holds his head in pain as Howl begins opening one of the boxes of fluorescent lights. The crowd cheers as Howl dumps out the three foot long tubes. He picks up two our of the four tubes as he begins weighing his options.
Bones: Hmmm…which one? Which one? Just use them both you idiot!
Ward is still on the ground as Howl sets one of the tubes down and begins walking towards Ward with the other. Howl raises the tube above his head, ready to smash it over Ward’s body. Ward has enough sense to kick Howl in the groin, causing him to drop the fluorescent tube.
Sparrow: Oooooo Howl’s going to be singing soprano for a while.
Pryce: You may not like it, but it’s legal. Anything goes in this brutal environment.
Howl is down on a knee as Ward begins climbing up the cage in an attempt to escape. He gets close to the top of the cage, only for Howl to grab him by the tights and pull him down the cage. When Howl has Ward pulled all the way down to the top rope he wraps his arms around Ward’s waist. He then hits Ward with a German suplex.
Pryce: Huge impact there!
Bones: Violence! Violence everywhere! Love iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
Pryce: Yes Bones, we know. I think its quiet time for you.
Sparrow: Cover! 1!...2!...Th, no! Ward kicks out at three.
Howl had tried to cover Ward but wasn’t able to get the three. Howl immediately keeps up the offense by mounting Ward and beginning to land hard right hands to his head. Each blow gets Ward bloodier and bloodier. Finally Ward is able to turn the tide, rolling over and mounting Howl. He begins landing hard rights of his own, bloodying Howl up even more. Ward’s blows get more and more brutal, even to the point where the ref has to pull Ward off of Howl.
Cameras again cut to Harvey and Silverman. Silverman looks almost disgusted as the cameras at ringside zoom in on Howls face, which is totally covered in blood now.
Cameras go back to ringside, giving the viewers at home their first good look at the bloody mess known as Howl. The ref is talking to him, asking him if he wants to quit. Of course Howl says no as he lies on the mat. Ward, who was standing nearby watching the events unfold, immediately runs up and kicks Howl in the ribs. Ward gets Howl to his feet and begins digging at Howl’s forehead with the glass attached to his fists. He then lifts Howl up into the air.
Pryce: Looks like Ward’s going for a spinebuster he…
Bones: Oh no he’s not Pryce! Oh yeah! Violence!
Ward had Howl in a spinebuster position, but instead of hitting a spinebuster he ran towards one of the panes of glass attached to the cage. He then threw Howl into the pane, shattering it. Howl falls to the ground and screams out in pain. Ward lands a few hard stomps to Howl’s head. He lifts Howl up again and runs across the ring towards the other pane of glass. He tosses Howl, shattering the pane of glass.
Sparrow: The good news is there are no more panes of glass, the bad news is that there are still tons of fluorescent lights and the glass table that haven’t been shattered yet.
Pryce: Look at Ward’s back. God damn that has to hurt!
Bones: Love iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
Pryce: Knock it off!
Howl is down on the mat, his face and back covered in blood, as Ward grimaces in pain. The camera gets a good view of Ward’s back, which has blood dripping out of it because of a blow Howl was able to land before Ward tossed him into the second pane of glass. Ward goes for the cover.
Bones: 1!...2!...Thr, what?!
Howl somehow manages to kick out, Ward looks at him in shock. He then looks towards the cage door and screams, “Open the door!” The ref outside the ring opens up the cage door as Ward gets to his feet. He walks over to the door and stops. He looks out at the crowd and yells, “Semifinals here I come!” He climbs through the ropes and is about to step out the door when Howl comes up behind him with a fluorescent tube. Howl swings the tube and shatters it across the back of Ward’s shoulders. Ward screams out in excruciating pain, grabbing the top rope to keep himself from collapsing. He tries to walk out the door but Howl grabs it and slams it on his face. Ward collapses in between the cage and ropes before rolling back into the ring. Howl leans against the ropes, trying to regain some of his strength as blood continues to flow out of the wounds on his head.
Pryce: Both of these men have been bloodied and scared, perhaps for life!
Bones: Love iiiiiiiiiiiiiii…
Pryce: Would you stop it!
Between each word Pryce hits Bones in the back of the head. Meanwhile, Ward starts to get to his feet. It looks like Howl is about to go for a DDT but he gets a punch to the ribs for his trouble. The blow allows Ward a bit of separation as Howl leans back into the corner, clutching his now bleeding side. Ward goes over to Howl, about to punch Howl in the face. Howl puts his arms up to protect his face, leaving his ribs exposed and allowing Ward to get a free shot in. Howl lets out painful groan, and then another as Ward lands a blow to his head. Ward backs up to the opposite corner of the ring.
Bones: Here we go! Here it comes! The High Fl…ahhh! What the hell was that?!
Sparrow: That’s the start of Howl’s…Hocus Pocus! He finished the Hocus Pocus!
As Ward was about to hit Howl with the High Fly, Howl was able to counter with a Black Mist. Howl then followed that up with a Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick, which finished off the move that he calls the Hocus Pocus. Black ooze dribbles from Howl’s mouth, mixing with the blood on his face, as he covers Ward.
Sparrow: 1!...2!...Thre…
Pryce: No! No! Only two!
The ref’s hand did hit for the three, but not before Ward’s shoulder shot up. Howl lies on his back and stares up at the ceiling in complete amazement, what did he have to do to put Ward away? Howl lays there for a second before saying to himself, “I just want it to end.”
Pryce: That right there says it all. These two men have taken each other to the limit here tonight. Howl using the ropes to get himself back to his feet. Now what is he doing?
Bones: Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is not a good idea.
Sparrow: It’s not a good idea at all, he’s lost way too much blood to even think about doing this.
Howl had to use the ropes to get himself back to his feet, and now he has started to climb up the cage. He gets about half way up and he slips, falling back to the mat as a gasp comes from the crowd. Howl lays on the mat for a few moments, the ref checking on him. Howl responds to all the ref’s questions, allowing the ref to continue the match. Howl slowly gets back to his feet as Ward begins to stir as well. Howl starts climbing the cage, getting all the way to the top.
Sparrow: Howl’s over the top! Drop down Howl! Drop dow…
Bones *laughing*: Not today Sparrow! Ward’s back in business! *stops laughing* Oh my god!
Ward got Howl pulled up and put his own body on the line by vertically suplexing Howl back in the ring!
Brian Silverman shakes his head as he watches the match from Harvey’s office. Both Howl and Ward are lying motionless in the ring. The ref checks both men before calling for EMTs from the back.
Bones: What?! Is this match over? It can’t be over.
Pryce: The bell hasn’t rang yet so I’m not sure Bones.
EMTs rush down the ring and into the cage. They begin checking on both superstars. They begin helping both men up to their feet as the crowd boos. EMTs start leading both men over to the open cage door, apparently bringing this match to an end. Out of nowhere Ward breaks free from his EMTs and hits Howl from behind. Ward mounts Howl, who tries to cover his face as Ward gets a few pretty good shots in. There is a mixed reaction coming from the crowd: boos because of Ward’s offense and cheers because the EMTs are leaving at the ref’s request.
Pryce: It looks like the ref has decided to continue the match after all!
Sparrow: Let the violence continue!
Bones: Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes!
Pryce: Don’t you dare start on that one now.
Ward pulls Howl back up to his feet and Howl staggers back into a corner. Ward goes to get on the attack, but the ref steps in. He gets Ward to back off and then checks on Howl. Both men have lost a lot of blood, with Howl appearing to be the worse of the two. Howl insists that he is good to continue so the ref steps out of the way as Howl pulls himself out of the corner. He comes out swinging, able to connect with two hard punches to Wards face. Ward staggers backwards, but is able to recover enough to grabs Howl by the wrist. He goes to Irish whip Howl into the glass table, but Howl reverses it into a belly to belly suplex! The sound of Ward’s body crashing through the glass table fills the Penitentiary. Ward has a look of total agony on his face as he lays on the shattered remains of the table.
Howl grabs Ward’s ankles and spins Ward’s body around, allowing the remaining shards of the table to dig into Wards back. The crowd lets out a loud cheer as Ward screams out in pain. Howl still has a hold on Ward’s ankles and pulls him out to the center of the ring, making Ward scream in pain some more as he’s pulled over the glass shards of the table. Howl wipes some of the blood out of his eyes as he climbs up to the second rope. He lets out a howl as he leaps, attempting a fist drop. The fist drop carves more wounds into Ward’s forehead, but Ward was also able grab the fluorescent tube that Howl had dropped early on in the match. Ward put the tube up so that Howl crashed right through the center of it. Both men roll around on the ground in pain as they lose more blood.
Bones: These men have beaten the hell out of each other and it’s not over yet!
Both men get to their feet and Ward immediately kicks Howl in the gut and gets Howl in position for the Rukus Vendetta’s. The move hits and Ward goes for the cover!
Bones: 1!...2!...Thr, this has to be a joke!
Sparrow: It’s no joke Bones! Howl kicked out! Howl kicked out of the Rukus Vendetta’s!
Ward gets incredibly frustrated, which then turns to anger. He lets out an aggravated scream of anger as he gets to his feet. He walks over to a corner and begins opening the box of fluorescent lights. He grabs two out and then motions for Howl to get to his feet, which Howl does very slowly. Ward then smashes one of the lights across Howl’s midsection, then grabs another light out of the box as he smashes another across Howl’s back, then grabs the final light out of the box as he smashes another light across Howl’s ribs, and finally ends the assault by smashing the final light over Howl’s head. Howl falls to the mat and Ward goes for the pin.
Bones: 1!...2!...3! Ward advances! Ward advances! Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes!
Ward gets slowly gets up and raises his arms in celebration.
Winstone: Here is your winner…Semifinalist in the Road to Gold Tournament… MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!!!
“Monster” begins playing when all of the sudden Rachel Cole shows up on the stage and stares down at a bloodied Ward. The camera is are able to pick up the two yelling back and forth.
Ward: What do you think you’re doing out here?
Rachel Cole: I’m doing what I want.
Ward: And who the hell do you think you are you all the sudden?
Rachel Cole: I’M RACHEL GOD DAMN COLE!
Rachel and Ward continue the stare down as cameras cut back to Harvey’s office.
Harvey is sitting next to Brian Silverman, who does not looked at all pleased. Sliverman stands up and looks at Harvey.
Silverman: Mr. McCutchins, after that display I have to say that…FOX will no longer be doing business with RoR.
The crowd boos as Harvey jumps to his feet.
Harvey: What?! You…you can’t cancel us! We just put on one hell of a show here!
Silverman: You call that a show? Mr. McCutchins, I was under the impression that RoR was a classy organization, guess I was mistaken. I’m sorry but you are being taken off the air. FOX can’t have this kind of violence on its network.
Harvey: You can’t take us off the a…
Harvey looks totally defeated as Silverman’s cell phone rings. Silverman answers it.
Silverman: Silverman here. … Hello sir, how is your night going? … Very good sir. I was just telling Mr. McCutchins that FOX can not have such a violent program on its net… But sir! … Sir do you really think that is w… Ok sir.
Silverman hangs his cell phone up and looks at Harvey. With a tone of regret in his voice he says…
Silverman: Mr. McCutchins, it is FOX’s pleasure to inform you that Wednesday Night Voltage is not being cancelled. *cheers from the crowd and a look of relief on Harvey’s face* However, I will be back here on March 2nd to evaluate you again. Until then, RoR is still on a trial run and can be pulled from the programming schedule at any time. Been a pleasure.
Silverman leaves in a bit of a hurry as Harvey flops down on the couch, breathing a sigh of relief.
Sparrow: Mr. McCutchins did it! Voltage is still on the air!
Bones: Yeah, but only on a trial basis Sparrow! Damn those Pollos!
Pryce: Would you rather be out of a job? Just be thankful you idiot!
Sparrow: And with that, this has been Voltage! I’m Lindsay Sparrow, from Clint Pryce and Colin “Bones” McGraw…we saw goodnight from Seattle TV land! See you next week!
Voltage leaves the air with Harvey sitting on his couch with a big smile on his face.
RECAP Attendance: 11, 334 Rachel Cole def. El Hijo de Pollo Black Pollo V def. Alec Fleming and Donnie Wyld Super Pollo def. Jonahthan Webb III Jack Johnson def. Max Static Matt Ward def. Howl
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