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Character sheet Wrestler Name: Blackout Championship: Word Wrestling Champion Finisher: The Black Resolution
Subject: XPLOSION 41 Sat May 14, 2011 6:15 am
The scene fades into a video, obviously from backstage, it looks like it may have been filmed just after The E.N.D had concluded. The show is over, the dust is settled and a new era has begun for EWE. The era of Austin and the era of Blackout. The era of Batista and the era of Rhodes. Chris Jericho enters the men's locker room to find a friendly environment, well, to some level. On a corner, Matt Hardy, The Miz and Sheamus are speaking...
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY Sheamus get the fuck out of here, you disgraced everything we stand for. Miz, we may not look eye to eye but I respect what you've done for the Rapture. As EWE's leader it with hon--
Jack Evans cuts off Matt Hardy.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS LEADER, of EWE? Who the fuck do you think you are, Hardy? People used to look up to you and you were humble, and now you act like you run the fucking place?
Hardy gets real close to Evans...
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I should slap the fucking taste so far out of your mou--
THE ALL AMERICAN AMERICAN JACK SWAGGER Whoa guys, calm down, seriously, let's not stir up shit tonight.
Jericho talks to Evans from a distance...
THE KING OF THE WORLD CHRIS JERICHO Evans!...Come here.
Jack Evans doesn't take his eyes off Hardy, who stands there with a smirk. The One and Only then rolls eyes and approaches Jericho, with an intrigued look.
THE KING OF THE WORLD CHRIS JERICHO Are you alright? One hell of a match we had back there. Look...Let's put this all behind our backs, you have to admit, Bryan and I improved you...Come on. I know we have our differences...Hell, we are COMPLETELY different, but we're friends...I want us to team again...Permanently...What do you think?
Jack Evans glares over at Chris Jericho, contemplating the proposition put on the table by Chris Jericho. It was a huge proposition, with big implications. The man who was once a total enemy was now a friend. The man who once was the owner of the rival company could very well be a partner. Evans knew that this decision would dictate which direction his career went, and knew he had to think it through until he was sure. This only wound up taking a few moments, as he responded.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS You want to be... A team?
Evans bends his head down a little bit and looks up at Jericho, who reassures him with a nod.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS So what you're saying is that you want two former enemies... Two complete opposites... To work together as one? Permanently?
Jericho nods once again, showing Jack Evans that he is being completely serious. Evans stops for a moment to think, and then replies.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS I accept.
Evans smiles as Jericho grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him a little bit, obviously very excited.
THE KING OF THE WORLD CHRIS JERICHO Yes Jack, I knew you'd come around! We can put everything that happened behind us now. We can take this tag division by storm!
Evans nods and rubs his hands together.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS This was always meant to happen Chris. I knew since the first time that we teamed up that we had chemistry. We went into the ring, and our differences were solved. We became tag champions faster than anyone ever has, and held them longer than any team in the history of this damn business!
Jericho nods in approval and finally lets go of the poor kid, they start walking down the hallway, and Evans takes a look back at Hardy.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS And how about we show these tools who's really in charge...
Evans smiles as they continue to walk down the hallway. Angel is standing by the water cooler. Having a drink of water. Evans and Jericho approach him from the back. Evans taps Angel on the back, causing him to choke on his drink. Angel turns around.
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL Oh, hey!
Angel and Evans shake hands and then pat eachothers back. Angel tries to do the same to Jericho, but the latter settles for the handshake.
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL If it isn't the guy that brought me to EWE and the guy that will take me higher. I promise you guys, Raven won't know what hit him.
Evans nods and Jericho gives a sarcastic smile. Angel faces Jericho.
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL You don't believe me do you?
Jericho goes to answer him, but Angel doesn't allow him to.
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL That was rhetorical. Or was it? Doesn't matter. Only thing that's worth talking about is the word spreading around about you guys tagging together again.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS Wow, gossip travels fast around here!
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL Anderson brought a bunch of teenage girls with him.
They all share a laugh.
THE HIGHLIGHT REEL ANGEL Well, now that I'm on XPlosion, you guys are better off out of the singles competition.
Jericho has a smirk, pretending to like Angel's attitude...
THE KING OF THE WORLD CHRIS JERICHO Is that so, Mr. Cruiserweight? You couldn't beat either of us if we were blindfold... But you're right, though, I'm not going to start bullshit here. You have talent, make use of it, or we might just go back to "Singles Competition" and kick your head in, you know what I mean? Don't act too tough if you ca--
Jack Evans cuts him off.
THE PRINCE OF PARKLAND JACK EVANS Come on, Chris, don't be harsh on the guy. I've been his GM, he's great, you'll see.
Jericho grins.
THE KING OF THE WORLD CHRIS JERICHO I guess we will see.
Jericho and Evans shake a non-intimidated Angel's hand and walk away together.
OLD VIDEO FTW
Fireworks set off on the stage area as the crowd is going wild. The cameras pan around the arena showing the crowd in their obviously pumped up state. The scene then moves to Michael Cole and Matt Striker at the announcers' table.
Matt Striker: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to Saturday night XPlosion! Better yet, the beginning of our XPlosion UK tour! Shit is going down tonight coming off of an XPlosive Pay-Per-View! 'XPlosive'... See what I did there, Cole?
Michael Cole: Even thought that joke was horrible, tonight is going to be very interesting Matt! New faces are ready to make an impact here on XPlosion, and we're starting off with two veterans of the brand!
The scene fades in to show Triple H in his locker room getting ready for his match...As he turns round you can tell by the expression on his face, that there is something on his mind.
KING OF KINGS TRIPLE H Tonight I face a man who was i thought had the same passion as I do, for this bussiness. but he, like so many others before him... let his ego get in the way.
HHH pauses before continuing
KING OF KINGS TRIPLE H Who am I referring to, you may ask? Well the answer is Matt Hardy. A man who would come to the ring every show, to entertain the crowds. But not so long ago his attitude changed, his ego seems to get the better of him.
HHH walks over to a chair and sit down, with a slight grin on his face.
KING OF KINGS TRIPLE H I won't judge him, because i've been there. I did everything in my power to get where I am today. I've made many friends... but also many enemies, I've done alot of bad things in my career , done many bad things to people..... but then you get to a point in your career where you start to think was all that stuff all worth it ?
HHH closes his eyes for a few seconds and starts to talk again
KING OF KINGS TRIPLE H I was worth in the end.... but does not come with out a price.... a price which you will start to pay when we meet in the ring
HHH gets up from the chair and leaves the locker room as the scene fades once again. The scene fades in showing Matt Hardy standing infront of the camera, wearing a black shirt with the words "Cold Blooded" in a bleeding font on his shirt and holding a small, red, rubber ball in his left hand. The camera is zoomed at him so you can't make a lot about the scene behind him, except that it's a lockerroom.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY The leader of EWE, I have claimed to be that many of times. You people just laughed.
The crowd can be heard booing in the background.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I'm not surprised, it just means that you don't know how this place is ran. I control how this place is. I can lift it to the skies.
Matt lifts the rubber ball above his shoulders. A couple of seconds later, he throws it over his head.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY Or I can throw it in the trash can like what it became, garbage.
The rubber ball actually falls into the garbage can.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I do not lead this place only because I can make shots like that, nor for the fact that I can out wrestle anyone in this place. I lead this place because I know how it runs. It's quite simple actually. All I ha--
Matt suddenly pauses.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY You people wouldn't understand it in simple matters. I'll have to start from the beginning. Way back. Into my dark days, my Genesis days. I started out at the Top Genesis Alliance. I was friends with Evans, insuring he'd take me to places. However, I knew I had to leave that crappy place, in which I convinced him that I'd better be in XPlosion, laying my eyes on, our little friend, Edge. I didn't waste a minute over there, I quickly betrayed him and got me a slot in the mainevent section, thanks to that moronic Chris Jericho.
A "Y2J" chant is heard in the background.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I quickly became the first person to win the World Wrestling Championship twice. Jericho turned on me but I managed to pull him back. I did make one mistake though, I turned on Jericho when I thought Lance Storm possessed the power. Now, I stand a lone with no power. I have been the master pupa-tier for two years now, just to find out I've been playing it all wrong.
Hardy pauses again.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY There's one person that has been doing it right all along. One person that knew what it takes. A person with the most accomplishments in EWE history... Randy Orton!
The crowd boos once more.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY He knew what it took to take over EWE. To have Genesis and XPlosion in your fingertips without sitting in the driver seat. He knew, to rule EWE, he needed a legion! And a legion is what I'll be creating.
Matt pauses to think.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY One problem opposes me though. I need to find the right people, ones that will pledge their loyalty. To do so, I have to create fear. But how? If being the best, being in control, being a clever master mind doesn't put fear, what will?
Hardy grins.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I never saw it until recently. I have to eliminate all that are close to my level, all that are my equals, all that are superior.
Boos get louder.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY I've already taken out many, like Jericho and Evans. Infact, neither of them can go to the bathroom anymore without the other.
Matt lets out a little laugh before continuing.
COLD BLOOD MATT HARDY Shawn Michaels, Edge, Bobby Lashley, CM Punk... I have beaten them all. I have surpassed almost every other fellow champion. Tonight, I take down one of the remaining. The third man in EWE history. A man who's name became an EWE phrase for legendary in the past couple of years. Hunter Hearst Helmsley!
The crowd blast the roof with cheers. Matt Hardy grins and turns sideways, leaving the camera view. The scene fades back to the ring showing Justin Roberts. He grins and raises his microphone.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!
'Space Lord' hits the PA system and the crowd start booing wildly. Matt Hardy steps onto the ramp dressed in a long black coat, he raises one of his arms confidently with a smirk on his face.
Justin Roberts: Introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina... Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty five pounds... 'COLD BLOODED' MATT HARDY!
Matt enters the ring and turns to the ramp, removing his coat and handing it to a ringside official 'The Game' hits to a huge pop from the crowd as Triple H steps out onto the ramp with his water bottle in hand.
Justin Roberts: Introducing his opponent, from Greenwich, Connecticut... Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds... TRIPLE H!
The King of Kings finishes up his signature entrance in perfect sync with his theme song then gets straight in matt's face. Both men are nose to nose and the bell rings!
Matt Striker: Hopefully that ass Triple H gets owned by Hardy.
Michael Cole: Wait a second, didn't you hate Matt Hardy at the Pay-Per-View? What happened between then and now to make you like him so much?
Matt Striker: Erm... Shut up! That's what happened!
Matt and Hunter lock up, and begin struggling for dominance. It only takes a few seconds before HHH gains control and pushes Matt back into his corner. The referee is forced to get involved and moves him away. Matt throws his hands up, trying to be innocent, but the second he has the chance to strike, he does and he kicks HHH right in the midsection. HHH bends down a little from the sudden kick, and Matt grabs his arm, pulling him out of the corner and towards the center of the ring.
Matt Striker: Ha! See how quickly Matt took control there?
Michael Cole: Just a few days ago you would probably be making comments about his weight.
Matt springs up off his feet and drops HHH with a Dropkick! Once Trips crashes down onto the canvas, Matt covers him and goes for the cover.
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HHH kicks out with authority, but Matt mounts him, reigning down some hard shots. HHH attempts to get his arms up to block, but Matt connects with most of them. One again, the referee is forced to get involved and tells Matt to back off. Matt, ebing the badass that he is, doesn't listen to him.
Michael Cole: Hardy could get disqualified right here!
Matt backs away from Trips to show the referee he's going to compete fairly,the crowd know he's lying, and boo him loudly. Matt attempts to drag Trips back up, but he shows some fight by elbowing Matt right in the stomach, causing him to stagger back. HHH seems like he's going to be gaining control, and starts throwing some hard right hands into Matt's face.
Michael Cole: The King of Kings is now gaining control in this one!
Matt Striker: Funny how he's in the opening match, obviously the boss of this company didn't have a daughter for him to sleep with!
Trips throws a few more punches then charges at the ropes, he rebounds back but Matt is waiting and he connects with a clothesline. Trips drops and rolls onto his side, where he covers the part of his face that was hit, as Matt stomps down hard on his back a couple times. HHH tries rolling away from him, to gain some space but it doesn't last long as Hardy rolls him over onto his back and goes for the pin. But, just as Matt drops, HHH hooks his leg and his arms around Matt's neck, flipping him over into a Small Package! His shoulders are down, as the referee begins counting!
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Matt is able to power out at the two, and the match continues!
Michael Cole: How often do you see The Game use a small package?
Matt Striker: Well, he's got one in his pants... Or so I heard.
Both men roll back up to their feet. Before Matt has the chance to do anything though, HHH kicks him hard in the stomach, causing him bend over. HHH hooks the arms... He's going for the Pedigree! No! Matt reverses and tosses him towards the turnbuckle! tossing him towards the turnbuckle. The second HHH hits the corner, Matt charges at him. Leaning down when he got close enough, Matt sends Trips ramming through the top and middle turnbuckle pad with a Shoulder Thrust, knocking the air right out of him! Repeating it a couple times, Matt backs up from HHH, who pulls himself out from in between the pads.
Matt Striker: Pure domination here by Hardy!
Michael Cole: Oh come on! HHH almost ended it right there with the pedigree!
The crowd start a Triple H chant and they let Matt hear it. While Matt throws a tantrum from the lack of crowd support, HHH begins to get to his feet! When Matt spins around, he starts throwing right hands. Matt staggers back into the ropes and rebounds back towards Trips... He hits the Double A Spinebuster! The cover!
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Matt kicks out!
Michael Cole: So close there!
Frustrated, HHH gets Matt to his feet and hooks his arms, looking for the Pedigree again... Matt drops down onto one knee and gets one arm free! Low blow! HHH leans over and Matt grabs his head, throwing one arm out to the side! Twist of Fate! The cover!
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Matt Striker: Yes! Hardy wins! Hardy wins! Hardy wins!
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winner, MATT HARDY!
'Space Lord' hits and Hardy throws his hands up as the crowd cascade him with boos. The scene fades to the interview area where the crowd pop when they see Finlay dressed in a green suit. The camera pans out to reveal Joe Hennig, and the crowd quickly change from cheers to boos.
THE MAN WHO LOVES TO INTERVIEW FINLAY My name is Finlay...And I love to---
Joe Hennig snatches the microphone out of Finlay's hand.
THE NEW AGE 'MR. PERFECT' JOE HENNIG Nobody gives a shit what the fuck your name is or what the fuck you "love to do". Now I am that knows you love to have..."playdates" with Michael Cole. But I'm not in the mood to barf right now.
Matt Striker: Oh man! I love this fucking dude!
Michael Cole: ...Whatever...
Matt Striker: Shit dude! You look as red as you do when you get an orgasm over Big Daddy V's man titty!
THE NEW AGE 'MR. PERFECT' JOE HENNIG Let me do the speaking...Tonight...tonight I square off against Ted Dookie-Ah-Si for the number one contender spot to the Legends Championship. Right now I should be the fucking Legends Champion! Not going into a damn number one contenders match...But you know what...I'm going to perform as perfect as I usually do..I really don't have a choice. Tonight, Ted Dooke-Ah-Si gets his ass kicked...Actually..Tonight two people get their asses kicked. Joe turns & looks at Finlay.
Michael Cole: Oh no! Come on, Joe!
Matt Striker: Sit back, relax & enjoy the show. Think of it as your gay hardcore porn. Without the masturbation part.
Hennig looks at Finlay, smiles & they both laugh. As if it's just a joke. Hennig then hits Finlay right in the temple with the microphone. He picks him up & slams him on the wall. He goes into a trashcan a couple of feet away from where he slammed Finlay & pulls out a Kendo Stick. He goes towards Finlay, drops the stick, picks him up & lays him against the wall. Joe grabs the stick & strikes him right across his forehead, busting him open. He drops the stick, puts Finlay in a sidehead lock & punches him directly in his wound, giving him the Crimson Mask. Joe then grabs Finlay & hits the Perfect Paydirt on him. Hennig grabs the mic & puts it to his mouth.
THE NEW AGE 'MR. PERFECT' JOE HENNIG Ted, your fucked up self is next, bitch!
The crowd boo Hennig as the scene fades back to the ring. The lights dim and unknown music blasts over the sound system. It is clear to the fans that they are about to see somebody new standing in the EWE ring.
Michael Cole: Who do you think is going to make their debut here tonight on XPlosion Matt?
Matt Striker: I don't know Cole and I sure as hell don't care, but I'm pretty sure some of those crappy stars from the battle royal signed with EWE after 'The E.N.D'... You should do more research.
Newly signed EWE talent, Single H walks out doing over exagerrated taunts on the stage before walking down the ramp and climbing into the ring.
Matt Striker: Ah, now this guy looks like he knows what's happening. I'm gonna go ahead and say it, this guy could well have been the best in that battle royal!
Michael Cole: Well not to knock your opinions or anything Matt but I find that hard to believe, not only did he lose the battle royal to Zodiak, but I have also heard from sources that he is a total jackass to his fellow superstars!
Matt Striker: That's slander! Somebody fire this guy!
Single H grabs a microphone from ringside and begins to laugh. When he composes himself, he begins to speak into it.
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H Hello ladies and gentlemen, I am Single H. Now you may be wondering, 'surely this guys name is copying Triple H...' well I can tell you now the background of my name.
Michael Cole: This should be good...
Matt Striker: Shut up Cole, let the man speak.
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H Now as many of you may have noticed, I was involved in the battle royal match held at 'The E.N.D' during that match I was unsigned and was using my real name: Jake Hale. But you see, EWE recognised my talent in the ring and signed me. My name is now Single H as their is but one H in my name. I have as much right to use this name as Hunter Hearst Helmsley!
The fans boo and chant 'This gimmick sucks!'
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H Now onto business, my first official match here in EWE is gonna be a tag team match, a tag team match in which I will prove to the world that I am indeed better than 8-Ball and Zodiak.
Matt Striker: Damn straight...
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H My partner in this match is Muhammad Hassan. I know a lot of you don't like this guy... Which is why I'm so happy to be aiding him in victory tonight
Single H and Striker laugh and point at eachother. The crowd and Michael Cole sit in silence.
Michael Cole: What the hell is wrong with you guys?
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H So with out further ado, please welcome my partner, Muhammad Hassan!
'ليلي' hits the Public Announcement System. Muhammad Hassan comes out wearing his ring gear plus a white gutra. He walks down the ramp with a mic in his right hand, getting mixed reactions from the crowd. He climbs the steel steps and gets through the ropes. He stares down into his partners soul.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN I don't hate the fans, Jake. I hate racism and racists hate me. However, we do both hate you.
The crowd cheers.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN Apparently, racism doesn't exist in Exeter.
The crowd cheers louder.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN Jake, if there is one thing I hate more than racism, it's unloyalty to your country. And you my friend have no pride in your nationality. I am completely mad that I am booked to tag with you. You don't deserve the honor. I don't deserve the punishment.
Muhammad Hassan turns to look at the crowd.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN But most importantly, these people, they deserve more from me.
Hassan pauses for Single H to respond. Single H immediately grabs the microphone and shouts into it.
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H My name is SINGLE H!!!
The crowd laugh at Single H.
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H So I guess now, Muhammed... I guess your going with all that 'turning over a new leaf bull shit right?
Hassan looks at Single H all confused.
THE TROLLFACE SINGLE H I mean I'm not racist or anything but your not exactly being yourself are you? What happened to the Real Muhammed Hassan, huh?
Single H cups his ears and waits for Hassan's response.
Matt Striker: He has a point you know, Cole.
Michael Cole: I dont see how Matt, Muhammed is just trying to be a new man, he understands the wrongs of his past and is simply trying to correct them. There's nothing wrong with that!
Matt Striker: Ah, what are you a freaking poet?
Muhammad Hassan grins.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN I haven't changed, Jake. The people around me have. I am in the middle of people that live in a various culture society, without letting race our color get between them.
The crowd cheer.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN For ten years, a decade, I have had my rights taken away from me because of racist scums. I have gotten to the point where I do not want to live in the middle of the people I once considered family. A family gives you its respect without expecting anything but good behavior. That's what the people here are giving me.
Cheers get louder.
THE ARABIAN WARRIOR MUHAMMAD HASSAN They're giving me what I searched for, what I fought for, what I lived for. And no one, NO ONE, will take that away from me!
Hassan steps closer to Single H as the crowd raise their cheering voices.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
We come back to ringside to see 8-Ball and Zodiak finishing their entrance as Muhammad Hassan and Single H are still trading words from their just past encounter.
Michael Cole: 8-Ball and Zodiak impressed in the E.N.D.'s opening Battle Royal, and were treated to an EWE contract each! Let's see how their careers play out.
The bell rings. Muhammad Hassan and Zodiak are starting the match. They lock-up soon enough, and Zodiak overpowers the other, then pushes him against the ropes, from which the Arabian Warrior bounces back and hits Zodiak with a Clothesline from which the latter recovers quickly. Getting up fast only to get hit with a Toe Kick this time, followed by a Headlock and a Headlock Takedown!
Matt Striker: Whoa, Hassan's been training his chain wrestling, or so I herd.
Hassan gets up and tags in his "fellow" partner, Single H. The latter leaps over the rope and taunts Zodiak. Then follows by picking him up. European Uppercut! Irish Whip against the corner and runs at him. Zodiak grabs the ropes and leaps over and back over H, who turns round and gets hit with a Spinning Heel Kick! Zodiak tags in his partner and they both approach Single H and pick him up for a Double DDT...HASSAN DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES THEM BOTH TO THE BACK! Single H and Zodiak fall down, with the latter rolling out of the ring, but the ref starts counting to five as 8-Ball and Muhammad Hassan trade strikes, SCHOOL BOY ROLL UP BY SINGLE H!!!
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Zodiak kicks out!
Michael Cole: OH! That could've been it!
Matt Striker: WHY YOU NO STOP SAY THAT?!
Michael Cole: WHAT?!
Both Striker and Cole chuckle. Muhammad Hassan is back on the apron and both Single H and 8-Ball get up at the same time and start trading harsh words...SLAP ACROSS THE FACE BY 8-BALL! Single H finally gets a serious and hard look on his face, he bumps heads with 8-Ball... HE PUSHES HIM AWAY... 8-Ball, frustrated, runs back at him...SPINEBUSTER!!!
Michael Cole: And he calls that the Single A Spinebuster!
Matt Striker: Seriously? THIS GUY'S THE KANG!
Single H slowly walks back and bounces on the apron just to add further insult to the opponent as if he didn't need speed to do what he's about to do AND KNEE DROP TO THE FACE! Cover!
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KICKOUT! Hassan reaches for the tag but H shrugs at him and chuckles in a negligible way, then turns back at 8-Ball who is already up...AND HITS A SPINNING KICK TO HIS FACE! He then falls back down after that rush out of pain. Yet soon enough he crawls over to tag in Zodiak. Single H reaches for the tag but Hassan just flips him off, making the crowd cheer loudly!!!
Michael Cole: The roof of the arena just blew up after that!!
Hassan drops out of the ring as Zodiak picks up Single H...Zodiak grabs Single H and gets hit with a low blow! The ref is distracted by Hassan walking away and doesn't notice! H gets up smirking and claps his hands on one another, wiping them.
Michael Cole: Now that was just anti-sporting!
Matt Striker: ...So's your mum.
Single H picks him up...DDT! The crowd boos more. H gets on the top turnbuckle and turns his back to Zodiak...Who gets a sudden rush of adrenaline and gets up as Single H leaps back!!!... MOONSAULT... AND HE HITS IT!!! Single H then takes some time to get up, but when he does, he jogs at 8-Ball and elbows him off the apron. Zodiak walks back at him, kick to the gut! FACEBUSTER! He taunts as the crowd boos and he gets on the apron...HE LEAPS...SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!
Matt Striker: HOLY FUCKITY FUCK!
Michael Cole: Okay! I admit it, he can back up what he says, I'm done.
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Hale jumps up and starts going nuts as the crowd boo wildly. He demands the ref raises his hand, but Hassan steps right in his face. The scene fades with both men nose to nose.
ANOTHER COMMERCIAL BREAK... IKR
We return from commercial and 'I Come From Money' hits the P.A system, it's Ted DiBiase, somewhat donning a new look, he is wearing new trunks with priceless written on the back and his brand new T-shirt also displaying the word 'priceless'.
Matt Striker: Now we're talking! This guy, Ted DiBiase has so much class!
Michael Cole: I hate to say it Matt but I agree! 'The fortunate son' looks great tonight!
Ted gets into the ring and grabs a microphone from somebody ringside. He circles the ring, taking in all the heat from the crowd and then begins to speak...
PRICELESS TED DIBIASE And just as my theme music says, I'm priceless and none of you can lay a finger on me!
The crowd begin to boo more than they were before.
PRICELESS TED DIBIASE Now onto business, tonight I'm facing that perfectionist, Joe Hennig. A man that believes he is his father. What this guy doesn't know is, he wouldn't know perfection if it hit him in the face... Which is exactly what's going to happen tonight when I beat him and become the number one contender for the Legends Championship!
Michael Cole: No shortage of confidence has Ted DiBiase.
Matt Striker: Well why shouldn't he be confident Michael? The guy's a millionaire! He has fantastic skills in the ring and his ability to draw in the ladies is impeccable!
PRICELESS TED DIBIASE So Joe, you keep pretending to be your dead father and i'll keep walking over you and taking your opportunities. Don't forget that I could buy your whole family in a heartbeat, because I'm the man, I am the best, I am-
'We Are One' hits as Joe Hennig runs out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring, getting right in Ted's face.
Justin Roberts: Introducing first, from West Palm beach, Florida... Weighing in at two-hundred and thrity five pounds... TED DIBIASE! ... And his opponent, from Champlin, Minnesota... Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty four pounds... JOE HENNIG!
The bell rings. Ted DiBiase and Joe Hennig trade harsh words before one jumps the other, taking him down and keeping in a headlock while he punches him, Ted DiBiase is dominating here!
Matt Striker: Just like all the badass Legends Championship matches, this match has absolutely no rules, and the number one contendership is ACTUALLY up for grabs for anybody!
Michael Cole: Shh Matt! Someone in the back is probably watching this and about to ruin this match now.
Ted then stomps Joe Hennig in the stomach and leaves the ring, getting a steel chair in his hands from under the ring. As he uncovers himself from the apron, Joe Hennig runs at him, baseball slide to the chair that hits his own face! The crowd boos as Hennig taunts. He leaves the ring and grabs Ted's head, as the latter is holding himself on the barrier. He slams it against the barrier again and again. He then rushes with him over to the steps and slams his face on the steel, and ending by tossing him face first against the ring post!!!
Matt Striker: Looks like Hennig knows what he's doing!
The crowd starts cheering over the extreme rules. Hennig jumps 'Priceless' and beats him down to the ground like an unpremeditated assault from the back. He then stomps a mudhole into his torso before picking up the chair and driving it top first against Ted's torso! He does it again and DiBiase is spitting blood now!! Hennig tosses the chair against him with force and laughs, taunting the crowd and him. Cover!
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HENNIG PULLS TED'S HEAD AND SHOULDERS UP!
Matt Striker: What the fuck are you doing!?
Michael Cole: Being full of himself.
Hennig gets Ted to his feet, and he's going for the Perfect Paydirt! BUT DIBIASE DROPS HIM IN MIDAIR! The latter stumbles back against the apron and rolls into the ring, while still holding his body in excruciating pain. Hennig, who had just fallen on top of the chair, takes some time to get up, giving also Ted, time to recover.
Michael Cole: They're both down! Vintage Extreme!
Striker sighs. Hennig gets into the ring, he gets DiBiase to his feet and knees him in the gut. Irish Whip...BUT DIBIASE HOLDS ON AND HITS A CUTTER! They're both down again! Blood is pouring out of DiBiase's mouth though, as he holds his throat.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Michael Cole: And we're back to XPlosion, ladies and gentlemen!
As we come back, DiBiase and Hennig are slowly trading blows... Hennig sends a fierce one, getting the upper hand as he hits another one, and another one, and another one! PERFECT PAYDIRT, OUT OF THE BLUE!!!
Matt Striker: HE'S DONE! KABOOM!
Cover!
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Michael Cole: Now a quick message from our sponsors!
Matt Striker: Hungry Jacks for the win.
The ring is clear now, and the fans are pumped for the next match.
Justin Roberts: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
'Powertrip' hits the PA system as the crowd start giving a mixed reaction. Archer Ryland steps out from behind the curtain, smiling.
Justin Roberts: Introducing first, from Rockland, Maine... ARCHER RYLAND!
Ryland makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans along the way. He enters then turns to face the ramp, waiting for his partner. 'Battle On' hits as the crowd start booing. It takes a while, but Tyler Black makes his way onto the ramp in a 'Fade to Black' t-shirt, a microphone in his hand and his Legends Title slung over his shoulder.
Justin Roberts: And his partner, from Davenport, Ohio... he is the EWE Legends Champion... TYLER BLA-
FADE TO BLACK TYLER BLACK Shut the fuck up Roberts, I've got something to say!
The fans start booing even louder than before and even start a 'you suck' chant.
Matt Striker: Vintage Tyler Black!
FADE TO BLACK TYLER BLACK You think I give a shit what any of you Brits have to say? Maybe I would care if you were from a superior country, like the United States of America... But onto business. If you saw The E.N.D, you would have seen my complete domination of my match. Not only did I make one of the most destructive debuts in EWE history... But I also won the Legends Title. That alone makes me better than each and every one of the guys in that locker ro-
The crowd pops as Evans emerges on the ramp, hitting Black from behind and knocking him to the ground. Jericho runs out onto the ramp, joining him. Both men get Black to his feet as the crowd go nuts, and they run down to the ring, throwing Black in. Once Black is in the ring, Evans leaps onto the apron and Jericho enters via the bottom rope. The ref rings the bell!
Matt Striker: What the fuck is this? Those cheap bastards attacked Tyler Black before he even finished his entrance!
Michael Cole: I think Jericho and Evans had heard enough Matt! They just wanted to get this match underway! I believe the legal men are Black and Jericho!
Jericho starts working Black over with punches and body shots. Black ducks under a right hand attempt from Jericho, then goes on the offensive with a flurry of punches of his own! It doesn't last long though, and Black gets leveled by an Enzuguiri from Jericho. Jericho reaches down and grabs Black's hair, dragging him to his feet. He grabs his arm and whips him to the corner, once Black hits the corner, Jericho follows up with a clothesline! Black staggers out of the corner and Jericho bounces off the ropes, hitting a one-handed bulldog! The crowd go crazy as Jericho rolls him over and goes for the cover!
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Black just manages to kick out!
Michael Cole: I bet Black is regretting running his mouth before the match started!
Matt Striker: He was more entertaining in those few seconds than you've been in your whole career, so shut your fucking mouth!
Jericho gets Black to his feet, but Black counters and punches Jericho square in the face. Chris stumbles back, holding his face, as Black builds momentum by bouncing himself off the ropes then comes charging back to take Jericho's head off with a running big boot! Jericho quickly ducks under the boot and Black gets it hooked on the top rope. He grimaces with pain as he tries to free himself.
Matt Striker: Come on Tyler!
Michael Cole: Hold on, you used to say Chris Jericho was a god among men!
Matt Striker: Yeah, he WAS... Before he teamed with Evans and became a fucking pussy.
With Black tangled, Jericho seizes the advantage by grabbing him from behind then dropping him with an Inverted DDT! Jericho walks over to his corner and tags in Evans. Evans enters the ring just as Black is rising to his feet. The Prince of Parkland charges at the him, but is met with a clothesline that stops him in his tracks. Black whips Evans to the corner and scrambles to his own, tagging in Archer Ryland. The crowd pops as Ryland enters the ring.
Michael Cole: Here comes Archer Ryland!
Archer goes right after Evans, pounding on him with hard body shots and straight punches to the skull while Jack is trapped in the corner! The referee tries to get the Ryland to back off, even starting his five count... but at the count of four, Ryland throws his hands up as Jack sinks into the corner. The crowd are heavily behind Jack, so naturally, they boo Archer. He grabs Evans by the arm and pulls him towards himself, throwing up an arm and clotheslining Evans, who drops like a rag doll. Archer covers him.
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Evans throws a shoulder up. Archer grabs his head in pure disbelief.
Michael Cole: Evans is so resilient!
Matt Striker: He's a Genesisfag, how can you even support him?
Ryland gets Evans to his feet and drags him to his corner, tagging in Tyler Black. The crowd really let both guys have it with their boos. They both grab Evans and put an arm each behind their heads, they grab his tights and hit a double suplex to perfection! Black drops on top of Evans for the cover as Ryland exits to the apron.
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Evans kicks out again! Black screams in frustration and walks to a corner, grabbing the ropes and stomping furiously onto the ground.
Matt Striker: Black is getting ready to superkick Evans' head off!
Evans gets onto one knee and Black goes for the low-level superkick, but Jack rolls out of the way and starts unleashing onto Tyler with a huge flurry of offense. Punches, kicks and chops are hitting Tyler consecutively before he even knows what's happening. Evans hits an Enzuguiri! Black drops down and Evans climbs the turnbuckle... He goes for the moonsault! Black moves out of the way in the nick of time and Evans meets canvas.
Matt Striker: Ha! What a dumbass!
Michael Cole: It took a lot of courage to go for a maneuver like that!
Black slowly gets up and walks over to Evans, pulling his hair to get him to his feet. He whips him to the ropes and Evans comes running back... Big boot from Black! Evans drops to the mat but Black isn't finishes yet, he drops down onto Evans and starts punching him in the face. Seeing this, Chris Jericho enters the ring and shoves Black off of Evans. The ref forces Jericho out of the ring, but meanwhile, Evans hooks in the small package on Black!
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Evans breaks it, noticing the ref is preoccupied with Jericho, he runs to his corner and spins the ref around, pointing over at Black. The ref realizes and turns back to the match. Evans sighs with relief and turns around to face Black... Superkick from Black! Evans goes down! The cover!
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Evans kicks out once again!
Michael Cole: Unbelievable!
Matt Striker: What the fuck are they feeding Evans?! Anti-pin pills?!?
Black can't believe it, he starts pounding the mat furiously and throwing a tantrum. Meanwhile Evans has crawled to his corner... He tags in Jericho! They crowd give a huge pope! Jericho sprints towards Black and picks him up... Codebreaker! Black hits the mat hard and Jericho motions for Evans to climb the turnbuckle! Chris runs to the corner and clothesline Ryland off of it, he hits the concrete floor hard... 630 Splash by Evans onto Black! Jericho turns back to black and grabs his legs, spinning him over and placing a knee on his head! Liontamer! Black taps!
Matt Striker: Oh, what the fuck was that? Come on, the illegal man attacked Tyler Black!
Michael Cole: That was amazing!
Justin Roberts: Your winners... JACK EVANS AND CHRIS JERICHO!
The crowd go crazy and Jericho and Evans celebrate in the ring while Black and Ryland skulk to the back.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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Blackout Dark Match
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Character sheet Wrestler Name: Blackout Championship: Word Wrestling Champion Finisher: The Black Resolution
Subject: Re: XPLOSION 41 Sat May 14, 2011 6:18 am
The scene fades back from commercial to the ring.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!
'Riding on the Wind' hits to a big pop from the crowd as Angel steps out wityh his Cruiserweight Championship around his waist. He sprints down the the ring and leaps onto the apron, vaulting over the top rope in amazing fashion!
Justin Roberts: Introducing first, from Cape Towns, South Africa... weighing in at two-hundred and twenty three pounds... ANGEL!
Angel hands his belt to an official as 'Angry Chair' hits to a mixed reaction, mostly positive. Raven steps out onto the ramp in his usual ring gear, this week he has a black 'Alice in Chains' sleeveless shirt.
Justin Roberts: And his opponent from The Bowery, weighing in at two-hundred and forty four pounds... THIS IS RAVEN!
Raven slowly walks down to the ring with his eyes fixed on Angel the whole way.
Matt Striker: Raven is coming off of a huge loss at The E.N.D against Blackout, let's hope he ends that little spell here tonight by beating this faggot, Angel.
Michael Cole: That's very immature of you, Matt. You know theres a very good chance that this is going to be an extremely competitive match up, and both of these men are very -
Matt Striker: Shut up.
Raven enters the ring and walks to a turnbuckle, leaning against it. Both men are staring each other down and the ref rings the bell! The match is on! Both men circle each other and lock up. Raven, being the bigger man, quickly gains the strength advantage. He knees Angel in the gut then starts throwing left and right hands to the cruiserweight champion. He connects with a huge haymaker that sends Angel to the mat, where he drops down and follows up with a headlock.
Matt Striker: Raven must have realized how humiliating it would be to lose to this guy.
Angel starts to fight back and get back to his feet, with Raven's arm still firmly around his neck. Suddenly, Angel throws his feet up onto the ropes and flips right over Raven, turning the headlock into some kind of crazy reverse DDT! Raven hits the mat hard and lets go of Angel, clutching his back instead. Angel throws himself on top of Raven, covering him.
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Raven throws his shoulder up and Angel flies off.
Matt Striker: Did you see how excited he was to be on top of Raven?
Michael Cole: He'll have to do a lot more damage if he wants to pin him, that's for sure!
Angel starts to pick Raven up, but Raven punches him in the gut and grabs his head, he goes for the Raven Effect! Angel counters into a small package!
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Raven kicks out!
Michael Cole: It could have been over right there!
Raven tries to get to his feet, but his leg seems to be hurt. He limps towards Angel and both men start to trade blows. Despite his injury, Raven gets the upper hand and he whips Angel towards the corner. Angel hits the turnbuckle hard and Raven begins to run towards him, but he drops to the mat before he can get there, clutching his knee. Angel sees the opportunity and climbs the turnbuckle.
Michael Cole: This is it!
Angel looks down at raven, realizing that he is injured. He shakes his head with a look of sympathy on his face... 450 Splash! The cover!
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'Riding on the Wind' hits as Angel tries to help Raven to his feet, obviously concerned. Raven drops down again, clutching his right knee. The EMT's hit the ring and get Raven to sit in a corner where they tend to the situation. The camera moves to the announce table.
Michael Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, we remind you that you shouldn't try this at home, as injuries like this can occur.
Matt Striker: Obviously this is a result of the extreme match Raven went through at The E.N.D... As much as I hate to agree with you Michael, the fans should NOT try this.
The EMT's escort Raven from the ring and assist him up the ramp with Angel in tow. The crowd start a Raven chant as he is escorted to the back, and the scene fades to commercial.
FINAL COMMERCIAL I PROMISE
The arena fades to black as the crowd goes completely silent. It stays in black as a guy sneezes and another coughs. A very dim spotlight hits the middle of ring and slowly makes it's way up the ramp and onto the stage where Cody Rhodes is standing with his mask in his hand, but the light is so dim nobody can see his face. Cody holds the mask up in both hands as he looks at it. He puts it on and looks up as the crowd boo's him. Suddenly the light's turn back on and Cody blocks his face with his arms and looks back down as 'The Devil Hides Behind Her Smile' hits. Cody Rhodes walks down the ramp and into the ring, he picks up a mic and begins to speak as the music stops.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES Everybody pay attention, because this is going to be short. Last week I came out and said I am going to quickly rise to the top, and I was right! Because tonight I am in the main event. But that isn't what I'm talking about right now. At the EWE pay per view The End. I was in a match with my former stable mates who are now an irrelevent, facing even more irelevent people. As you all know, I was spectacular in that match leading my team to an easy victory, but when I reached into tag Ted DiBiase, he thought it would be funny to tag me back right into my face!
The crowd cheers with a mix of laughs at Cody's expense.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES Shut up! How dare you mock me! None of you know what it's like to have the burden I have to bare!
The crowd continues to boo, laugh, and make other noises directed at Cody.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES You should all be admiring me for the emotional strength I have to build up every morning to come down to this ring every day and perform in front of you disrespectful clowns every night!
The crowd eventually calms down and Cody does as well.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES As I was saying before... Though I walked out of the match, it is clear that my actions sealed the victory in their favor.
Cody looks directly into the camera.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES Randy...Ted... Your welcome. Because there is absolutely no way, you would have won that match without me.
Cody leans over the top rope, facing the ramp.
THE UNCOMMON MAN CODY RHODES And that brings me to today. Though I should be facing the World Wrestling Champion Blackout one on one for his title, which I would easily gain. I am facing two nobody's with Blackout as my tag partner, and I would like to bring my tag partner out tonight. Blackout come on out.
Cody looks up to the ramp and 'My Obsession' hits as the crowd start to go crazy with boos. Blackout steps out with his World Wrestling Championship over his shoulder. He drops to his knees and looks directly up, raising the title above his head. He then stands up, walks to the bottom of the ramp and enters the ring with Cody. He walks grabs a mic and begins to speak.
THE SADISTIC ARTIST BLACKOUT Cody Rhodes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. You see, though I do admire you as a potential artist, your empty threats disappoint me. I'm looking forward to seeing your work, Cody... If it's good enough... Maybe, just maybe I'll consider giving you a few 'tips'...
Blackout smirks and drops his mic as both men face the ramp. 'Feedback' hits as the crowd pop. Mr. Anderson and Kurt Angle both walk out onto the ramp and make their way to the ring.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following tag team match is set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Mr. Anderson and Kurt Angle!
The crowd pop as Anderson and Angle throw their arms up in the ring. Blackout and Cody just stare at them, clearly unimpressed.
Justin Roberts: And their opponents... the team of Cody Rhodes, and the World Wrestling Champion... Blackout!
Michael Cole: These guys are sick!
The ref ensures both teams are ready. Anderson and Rhodes are starting up the match. The bell rings as they lock up.
Michael Cole: This is going to be one helluva bout, I assure you!
They manage neither to get the upper hand, and they unlock, staring each other down. Anderson starts throwing insults at the masked Cody Rhodes who is hiding his face with one hand. The crowd cheers Anderson on...HEADBUTT BY RHODES! RHODES HITS ANDERSON WITH THE MASK RIGHT IN THE BEGINNING! The crowd boos him.
Matt Striker: HAHA!
Michael Cole: I really wish he stopped doing this!
Rhodes laughs at Anderson and taunts him. He then approaches Angle and slaps him across the face, and that is enough! Angle tries to enter the ring but the referee holds him on as Rhodes laughs, whilst holding his face. Anderson is up. Knee to the gut, Headlock Takedown! Rhodes gets back up and hits the ropes...Elbow drop! Pin!
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Kickout!
Rhodes gets up and stomps Mr. Anderson, and goes for the pinfall once again.
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Kickout!
Matt Striker: Thinking he's gonna beat a former World Wrestling Champion this easily, is ridiculous. He just lost 10 brownie points.
Rhodes tags in Blackout. The World Wrestling Champion enters the ring and gets Anderson to his feet while sporting a very wicked grin. European Uppercut, Anderson loses balance and stumbles back, and finally holds himself with a hand on the ropes and holding his head as Blackout slowly walks towards him with the same grin... Slap across the face!!! Anderson, frustrated, tries to get back at him with a punch...Blackout jumps behind and, school boy pin!
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KICKOUT!
Blackout laughs as he gets up, he stomps Anderson's back, and then leans back on the opposite turnbuckle, allowing Mr. Anderson to tag out, as he stretches his hand and Angle does as well, Blackout pulls him slowly from the legs back to the center of the ring. The crowd boos and starts a "WE WANT ANGLE" chant.
Michael Cole: Ow come on!
Matt Striker: Anderson got owned!...owned...
Blackout locks in a single leg Boston Crab, as the referee questions Anderson's necessity to give up, the hero says no. The Champion keeps the pressure but the fan favorite keeps refusing to tap out. Finally he pulls off the strength to hold himself up with his arms, and he tags out! Blackout doesn't notice! Angle grabs him from behind, for the Angle Slam! BUT BLACKOUT SPINS ROUND IN MIDAIR AND LANDS ON HIS FEET, WITH ANGLE IN A DDT POSITION! He spins him, Rude Awakening DDT!
Michael Cole: Vintage Blackout! That USED to be the Black Resolution!
Blackout tags Rhodes back in. Rhodes approaches Angle and locks in a Camel Clutch, yelling as he adds pressure, and pulling as much as he can...ANGLE IS ABOUT TO TAP OUT! Big Boot by Anderson to Rhodes! The crowd cheers...BLACKOUT SPRINGBOARDS AND CLOTHESLINES ANDERSON!!!
Matt Striker: OH MY FUCKING GUY THAT DEMON CAN FLY TOO. WE'RE SO DEAD.
Michael Cole: That was a pretty huge distance!
Blackout taunts, blatantly, as he stomps Anderson's head in, and keeps the pressure, as if rubbing his face against the mat with his foot. The referee starts counting him out, but as the count reaches four, Blackout rolls himself over the top rope, and starts walking on the apron towards his corner. Meanwhile, Rhodes is mounting Kurt Angle and punching him repeatedly in the face... He goes back to the corner and tags in Blackout. The World Wrestling Champion approaches Kurt Angle as the referee is distracted with Mr. Anderson. Quickly enough, Blackout wraps his hand in barbed wire and starts punching the shit out of Angle's face!!!
Michael Cole: OH MY! Stop that!
Matt Striker: HOW 'BOUT NO?! Go at him bro!
As Mr. Anderson finally rolls out of the ring, Blackout unwraps the wire that left his hand bleeding, and tosses it out of the ring. Blackout flips Kurt over onto his stomach and stands over him, grabbing his arms and pulling his upper body back.
Michael Cole: Wha- What's this?!
Blackout presses his boot to the back of Kurt's head, then smiles sadistically, letting go of Kurt's arms. Blackout stomps Kurt's head into the canvas with sick force then drops down and covers him.
Matt Striker: He calls that 'The Artist's Touch'!
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Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners... Cody Rhodes and The World Wrestling Champion, Blackout!
Outside officials hand Blackout his belt as Cody looks at him. Blackout turns back to Cody and both men stare each other down... Suddenly Blackout smiles and starts nodding at Cody. Cody starts laughing evilly and the show fades out with both men giving each other their sick looks of approval.
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Blackout Dark Match
Posts : 139 Reputation : 1 Join date : 2010-09-17 Age : 32 Location : Australia
Character sheet Wrestler Name: Blackout Championship: Word Wrestling Champion Finisher: The Black Resolution
Subject: Re: XPLOSION 41 Sat May 14, 2011 6:24 am
I'm sorry for the lateness, I had problems with my interwebz. Anyways, enjoy the show.
Jack Evans
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Subject: Re: XPLOSION 41 Sat May 14, 2011 2:19 pm
lol blackie, for me it was posted at 6:30 AM on the day its supposed to be...
Anyway, should read it now
Blackout Dark Match
Posts : 139 Reputation : 1 Join date : 2010-09-17 Age : 32 Location : Australia
Character sheet Wrestler Name: Blackout Championship: Word Wrestling Champion Finisher: The Black Resolution
Subject: Re: XPLOSION 41 Sat May 14, 2011 8:54 pm
Yeah good point. I actually posted it on Saturday night. +1 for me.
Chris Jericho Jobber
Posts : 345 Reputation : 19 Join date : 2010-09-17 Age : 30 Location : Guimaraes, Portugal
Character sheet Wrestler Name: Chris Jericho Championship: Finisher: Walls of Jericho
Subject: Re: XPLOSION 41 Sun May 15, 2011 9:16 am
Jack Evans wrote:
lol blackie, for me it was posted at 6:30 AM on the day its supposed to be...
Anyway, should read it now
Bubz, stop being a timezonefag, it was posted at about 12 AM on the day it was supposed to be.
Congrats and thanks Bwackeh
Matt Hardy Jobber
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Character sheet Wrestler Name: Matt Hardy Championship: None Finisher: Twist of Fate
Subject: XPLOSION 41 
Sat May 14, 2011 6:15 am
