D Dawg v. KillaCrowe v. Renegade

James - This match is a Standard Match. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 225 pounds,, D Dawg!!! (crowd cheers *****)

[D Dawg comes to the ring. ]

James - The second in this three way match, weighing in at 269 pounds,, KillaCrowe!!! (crowd cheers **)

[KillaCrowe walks to the ring. ]

James - And third, weighing in at 229 pounds,, Renegade!!! (crowd cheers **)

[Renegade walks to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this contest. D Dawg drops KillaCrowe with a Gorilla Press Slam on the mat.
KillaCrowe executes a pumphandle suplex on Renegade.
D Dawg gets nailed with a charging axhandle bodyblock from Renegade.
(the bell rings) Renegade short lariats D Dawg.
D Dawg is back on his feet.
Renegade hits a spinning leg lariat on D Dawg sending him to the mat.
D Dawg hits Renegade with a double underhook piledrive right into the mat.
KillaCrowe with a falling splash on Renegade.
Now Renegade standing.
KillaCrowe and Renegade go to the floor
Phil Simms starts the count (.1)
D Dawg nails KillaCrowe with a double underhook suplex.
They fight into the aisle.
(..2)
They lockup. KillaCrowe sends Renegade to the corner of the aisle.
KillaCrowe tackles Renegade.
(...3)
D Dawg with an exploder suplex on KillaCrowe.
D Dawg stands up.
D Dawg hits a frog splash on KillaCrowe.
D Dawg climbs to his feet.
KillaCrowe gets up.
(....4)
KillaCrowe get whipped into the corner and D Dawg follows himin with an avalanche.
D Dawg hits him with a back fist.
(.....5)
D Dawg hits KillaCrowe with a single arm DDT.
D Dawg climbs to his feet.
KillaCrowe gets back to his feet.
KillaCrowe gets bounced off of the ropes and hit with a backdrop diver by D Dawg.
D Dawg moves back to his feet.
(......6)
D Dawg punches KillaCrowe repeatedly.
D Dawg does a cartwheel and kicks KillaCrowe in the face.
(.......7)
They lockup. D Dawg sends KillaCrowe to the corner of the aisle.
D Dawg hits KillaCrowe with a running powerbomb on to the floor.
KillaCrowe gets back to his feet.
(........8)
KillaCrowe with his finisher! 1... 2... 3!!!

James: That's it, KillaCrowe's done it!

[ Still out cold in the ring, D Dawg lies motionless as KillaCrowe slides out of the ring, and returns with a steel chair in hand. ]

John: Ummm... What's with the chair?

[ Lifting the chair above his head, KillaCrowe brings it down onto the body of D Dawg. Then again. He proceeds to visciously bring the chair down on D Dawg over and over. ]

James: What's the purpose of this?? He won the friggin match!

John: I don't know, but D Dawg is definately hurt... Hurt bad.

[ Satisfied with the results of his attack, KillaCrowe simply tosses the chair down onto the body of D Dawg and leaves the ring. ]

James: I think KillaCrowe is ready to take that next step, John. I mean, as viscious and uncalled for as that was, it still sent a message to all of The SHOOT Project loud and clear.

A towering man enters a small trailer, swinging the door open so fast that it almost falls off of it’s hinges. He walks forward and looks around, with every step he takes the trailer rattles a bit. He’s probably well over seven feet tall, and is most likely a little over four hundred pounds. So when I walked into my resting-place before my match that evening, that very trailer, you could imagine my surprise.

I figured that Cronos had put him up to this. I figured that he’d sent one of his army buddy goons after me, the biggest and the baddest, just to take me out. Maybe he thought I was a threat to him even with him not being in the SHOOT Project. I mean, while I am one of the biggest advocators in the “keep Cronos out” campaign, I can’t really do anything to him, since Wolfson seems to be so keen on the idea that Cronos would never screw him over.

Wolfson doesn’t know Cronos all that well. Whether he’s known him his entire life or not is irrelevant.

I knew he wasn’t sent by Azrael, because for one he was a little Oriental looking, and well…Italians and the Japanese have a storied past. Call it stereotyping, call it what you want, but it’s true. But if that was the case, it wasn’t Cronos’ man. So who the hell was it?

Anyway, the huge guy had his back to me, and luckily didn’t hear the door open. He was snooping around, picking up some of my things, reading the labels, sifting through my bags. I would normally have run away from such a big confrontation that I wouldn’t be paid for, but since what I am being paid for requires me to wear that stuff that’s in that trailer, well I’ve gotta do something.

I decided the best course of action was to try and choke him out from behind. I thought that the best way to do this was probably to jump on his back, and grab hold of his throat and never let go. Simple enough right?

I went for it, I charged forward, jumped on his back, and began wrenching away at his neck as hard as I could. Perhaps I should have gone with Plan B.

He just grabbed my arm and flipped me forward, through the small table that was located in the trailer, and into a mess of shards of wood and the clothes that were all in my bag. A wet substance was leaking onto my stomach, and I figured that I was bleeding. Luckily, it was just a broken cologne bottle spilling it’s contents out on my shirt. Good, my stomach wasn’t bleeding.

But my arm was. The top half of the bottle went down before I did, and my arm landed straight onto it’s sharp edges. Anyway, all of this was basically non-important at the time, as I figured my life was about to end right there.

The towering man looked down at me, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes seemingly ablaze. As soon as he caught a glimpse of who I was, he stepped back a bit…

“Bah-lazed?”

His Japanese accent sealed the fact that he wasn’t one of Cronos’ men, and he wasn’t someone that Azrael sent.

“Mista Bah-lazed?”

I nodded my head, my eyes still dazed from the fall through the table.

“Good, good. Will you say a little saumthing for the camera please?”

I just attacked this dude, he threw me through a table, and he wants me to say something for the camera? What the hell?

~ “Who, who…WHO are you?!”

My yelling startled him a bit…

“I am Shinzaki, a camera operator!”

A cameraman? A CAMERAMAN?! Jesus, this guy was huge for a camera man…and a camera man just handed me my ass! Lord, maybe I’m not as good as I thought…

~ “Maybe a little later, Shinzaki…I’m a little shook right now.”

He bowed his head in shame, as he knew it was probably his fault that I couldn’t really speak at the moment. He nodded and walked away, his head pointed towards the floor.

~ “Well…maybe a little something wouldn’t hurt. There’s something I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for a while.”

He smiled and continued out the door, waving a huge paw for me to follow. I did. I don’t know if you’ll see what I said…but you’ll definitely hear it.

Will Schmidt/The Real Deal v. Krazee/Sebastian Crow


James - This match is a Standard Match tag match. On there way to the ring at this time, Will Shmidt and The Real Deal!!!

[Will Schmidt and The Real Deal come to the ring. ]

James - and their opponents, the team of Krazee and Sebastian Crow.

[Krazee and Sebastian Crow walk to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this match. Krazee executes a pumphandle suplex on The Real Deal.
The Real Deal checks his boots.
(ding, ding, ding) Krazee clotheslines The Real Deal.
Will Schmidt tagged in by The Real Deal.
Will Schmidt suplexes Krazee.
Now Will Schmidt standing.
Will Schmidt executes a swinging bulldog on Krazee driving Krazee's face into the mat.
Will Schmidt is up again.
Krazee is back on his feet.
Krazee uppercuts Will Schmidt.
Will Schmidt brings in The Real Deal for Will Shmidt and The Real Deal.
The Real Deal applies the clawhold on Krazee.
Krazee hits The Real Deal with a slingshot bodyblock.
Krazee is up again.
]

James - The Real Deal could use some help about now.

[Krazee trys for a spinning back suplex but The Real Deal avoids it.
The Real Deal is locked in the elbow submission by Krazee.
Phil Simms asks The Real Deal if he quits.
... ... Krazee tightens the hold. ... The Real Deal escapes.
]
[Krazee makes the tag to Sebastian Crow.
Sebastian Crow piledrives The Real Deal.
Krazee hits a spinning leg lariat on The Real Deal sending him to the mat.
The Real Deal comes from behind and bulldogs Krazee.
Sebastian Crow makes the tag to Krazee.
The Real Deal rolls onto Krazee connecting with a knee.
The Real Deal nails Krazee with a belly-to-back suplex.
The Real Deal climbs to his feet.
The Real Deal stomps Krazee.
Krazee brings in Sebastian Crow for Krazee and Sebastian Crow.
The Real Deal measures Sebastian Crow up and drops a closed fist.
The Real Deal stands up.
The Real Deal rolls onto Sebastian Crow connecting with a knee.
Will Schmidt tagged in by The Real Deal.
Will Schmidt hits the handspring moonsault on Sebastian Crow.
]

John - Good handspring moonsault by Will Schmidt.

[Sebastian Crow gets hit with the shooting star press from Will Schmidt.
The ref starts the count.
...1 ...2
Sebastian Crow kicks out.
Sebastian Crow is up again.
Will Schmidt puts a knee to Sebastian Crow's back and pulls hims arms back.
Referee Phil Simms is checking for a tap out.
... ... Sebastian Crow trys to escape. ... Sebastian Crow is fighting the hold. ... Sebastian Crow escapes.
Will Schmidt goes for a waistlock suplex but Sebastian Crow dodges the attack.
Will Schmidt gets bounced off of the ropes and hit with a backdrop diver by Sebastian Crow.
Sebastian Crow is up again.
Sebastian Crow locks Will Schmidt in the odd octopus hold.
The referee is checking the situation.
... ... (AHHHH!) ... Will Schmidt trys to escape. Sebastian Crow breaks the hold.
Will Schmidt gets back to his feet.
Will Schmidt applies the clawhold on Sebastian Crow.
Sebastian Crow hits Will Schmidt with an earringer.
Sebastian Crow makes the tag to Krazee.
Now Krazee standing.
Krazee uses the verticle facebuster on Will Schmidt.
]

John - If Krazee keeps using moves like that verticle facebuster he could win the match!

[Krazee and Will Schmidt go to the floor
]

James - Krazee can't get a pin at ringside.

[Phil Simms starts the count (.1)
Krazee cuts Will Schmidt with a blade.
Will Schmidt is bleeding as a result.
(..2)
Krazee pulls Will Schmidt's hair.
(...3)
Krazee rakes his fingers across Will Schmidt's back.
(....4)
Krazee kicks Will Schmidt in the back of the leg.
]

James - Krazee executes a kick.

[(.....5)
Krazee takes Will Schmidt into the ring.
Krazee hits Will Schmidt with an elbowdrop.
Krazee moves back to his feet.
Will Schmidt stands up.
The Real Deal tagged in by Will Schmidt.
The Real Deal hits him with a back fist.
The Real Deal executes a ropeflip hiptoss on Krazee.
The Real Deal stomps Krazee's head.
The Real Deal fist drops Krazee on the mat.
The Real Deal gets back to his feet.
The Real Deal kicks Krazee on the mat.
Now Krazee standing.
Krazee executes the German suplex on The Real Deal.
]

John - Nice German suplex by Krazee.

[Krazee climbs to his feet.
Krazee drags The Real Deal to the floor.
Phil Simms starts the count (.1)
Krazee throws a chair at The Real Deal.
Krazee climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and executes the diving headbutt on The Real Deal.
Now Krazee standing.
The Real Deal is up again.
They head back into the ring.
]

John - It was a smart move to the ring. The Real Deal no longer has to watch out for weapons.

[Krazee uses a cradle suplex on The Real Deal.
The Real Deal stands up.
Krazee executes a leg hammerlock on The Real Deal.
Phil Simms is checking for a tap out.
... ... (AHHHH!) ... The Real Deal trys to escape. Krazee breaks the hold.
Krazee sends The Real Deal to ringside.
Phil Simms starts the count (.1)
]

James - I wish every match could be like this!

[(..2)
Krazee slaps The Real Deal.
(...3)
Krazee pokes The Real Deal in the eyes.
(....4)
Krazee rakes the face of The Real Deal in attempt to make a come back.
The Real Deal piledrives Krazee.
Krazee climbs to his feet.
(.....5)
(......6)
The Real Deal and Krazee move back into the ring.
The Real Deal mule kicks Krazee.
Krazee is up again.
Krazee executes a huge gutbuster on The Real Deal.
The Real Deal brings in Will Schmidt for Will Shmidt and The Real Deal.
Will Schmidt lifts Krazee up and drops him on the mat.
]

James - Krazee is being double teamed!

[Krazee superkicks Will Schmidt.
Krazee covers Will Schmidt.
Referee Phil Simms makes the count.
...1 ...2
Will Schmidt kicks out.
]

John - Krazee should have known better than to try for a pin at this point in the match.

[Will Schmidt gets up.
Will Schmidt makes the tag to The Real Deal.
Krazee hits The Real Deal with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle.
Krazee is back on his feet.
Krazee goes for a pin.
Referee Phil Simms makes the count.
...1 ...2
The Real Deal kicks out.
The Real Deal is back on his feet.
Krazee tags Sebastian Crow.
The Real Deal gets snap suplexed by Sebastian Crow.
]

John - That snap suplex was very good.

[Sebastian Crow is up again.
Sebastian Crow sends The Real Deal to ringside.
Phil Simms starts the count (.1)
]

John - Blood is all over ringside.

[The Real Deal is back on his feet.
(..2)
The Real Deal gouges Sebastian Crow's eyes out.
]

James - The Real Deal executes a eye gouge.

[(...3)
The Real Deal executes a jawbreakeron Sebastian Crow.
The Real Deal is back on his feet.
(....4)
The Real Deal measures Sebastian Crow up and drops a closed fist.
The Real Deal is back on his feet.
The Real Deal gets hit with a back heel kick.
Sebastian Crow tags in Krazee.
The Real Deal uses a snap mare takeover on Krazee.
The Real Deal kicks Krazee in the groin.
The Real Deal executes the Super DDT on Krazee!
Krazee dives toward the corner for the tag, only to have Sebastian Crow slowly slurk down to the floor, leaving his partner to the wolves. As Krazee turns around, he meets The Real Deal's "The Art of the Deal".

James: That finisher ROCKED Krazee!

Real Deal immediately makes the cover. 1... 2... 3!!!

Sebastian Crow, a grin on his face, slowly begins to make his way up the ramp. Will Schmidt takes off running. Josh Johnson grabs a mic, and addresses Sebastian Crow.

Real Deal: I don't know what the fuck you are doing, or why the fuck you are doing it. Your motivation, or lack thereof confuses me greatly. I have a lot of things that I am concerned with right now, and you are certainly not helping me out. I have so many other things--

The SHOOT Tron kicks on, and footage of outside the building shows. Will Schmidt is shown throwing Tara Sexton into his van, and leaving. HE HAD HER IN THE BUILDING THE WHOLE TIME!!! Josh drops the mic, and takes off running to the back.

Garrett Reid v. Strayt Jakit
Dojo Championship


James - This match is a Standard Match for the Dojo Title title. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 219 pounds, from St.Johns Newfoundland, Canada, Garrett Reid!!!

[Garrett Reid comes to the ring. ]

James - and his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds,, Strayt Jakit!!! (crowd cheers ***)

[Strayt Jakit walks to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this contest. Garrett Reid executes a pumphandle suplex on Strayt Jakit. Garrett Reid gets nailed with a charging axhandle bodyblock from Strayt Jakit. (the bell rings) Garrett Reid knifehand chops Strayt Jakit. Garrett Reid delivers a spinning backbreak to Strayt Jakit. Strayt Jakit stands up. Strayt Jakit spinebuster bombs Garrett Reid onto the mat. Strayt Jakit chants start. Strayt Jakit locks Garrett Reid in the kneebar. Phil Simms is checking for a tap out. ... ... Garrett Reid trys to escape. ... Garrett Reid escapes. Garrett Reid uses a snap mare takeover on Strayt Jakit. Strayt Jakit gets hit with a diving elbow smash from Garrett Reid. Strayt Jakit gets hit with the shooting star press from Garrett Reid. Phil Simms counts. ...1 Strayt Jakit escapes. Now Strayt Jakit standing. Strayt Jakit rakes the face of Garrett Reid in attempt to make a come back. Strayt Jakit is hit with a backward kick. Strayt Jakit hits a tiger driver on Garrett Reid. Garrett Reid gets up. Strayt Jakit hits Garrett Reid with an atomic drop. Strayt Jakit climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and executes the diving headbutt on Garrett Reid. Garrett Reid stands up. Strayt Jakit dropkicks Garrett Reid to the knee.

James: Garret has Strayt Jakit acting as his personal bitch.

John: Shuttup and watch.

[Reid has Jakit down from a previous Sleeper Drop. And picks him up ripping his mask off. He gets behind a groggy Strayt Jakit, and puts his arm under Strayt Jakit's arm pit. Strayt Jakit raises his head up, and gets a psychotic look on his face. He delivers a low blow to Reid.]

James: Ouch...

John: This match is actually pretty good, you know for two retards to make it.

James: That just made no sense.

[Jakit has Reids arms hooked, and does a move known to many as the vertabreaker. Only Strayt goes onto his knees to deliver a reverse tombstone type move. He turns around and rolls reid over and pins Reid scoring the three count.]

James: SATAN'S THERAPY!

John: NEW DOJO CHAMPION!

Mike Angel v. Voodoo


James - This match is a Standard Match. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 230 pounds,, Mike Angel!!!

[Mike Angel comes to the ring. ]

James - and his opponent, weighing in at 225 pounds,, Voodoo!!! (crowd cheers *****)

[Voodoo walks to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this contest. Mike Angel walks around the ring. Voodoo drops Mike Angel with a Gorilla Press Slam on the mat. (the bell rings) Mike Angel rakes his fingers across Voodoo's back. Voodoo rakes the face of Mike Angel in attempt to make a come back. Voodoo chops Mike Angel. Mike Angel bounces Voodoo off the ropes and clotheslines him. Voodoo moves back to his feet. Mike Angel hits Voodoo with an earringer. Mike Angel does a cartwheel and kicks Voodoo in the face. Voodoo moves back to his feet. Running neckbreaker drop executed by Voodoo takes Mike Angel down hard. They lockup. Voodoo sends Mike Angel to the corner of the ring. Mike Angel hits Voodoo with a rolling elbow smash to the face. Mike Angel rolls onto Voodoo connecting with a knee. Voodoo gets back to his feet.

[During Voodoo and Angel's fight the lights suddenly go out in the building. An eerie silence falls over the crowd as they try to figure out what happened to the power.]

James: What the hell is going on here?

John: Can't they even pay for the electricity in here? What kind of bullshit is this?

[The crowd's silence soon turns to frustration and sounds of protests as they came to see people descimate eachother. Then suddenly a dark forest green light shows on the far wall, so bright that it casts a matching tint throughout the building.]

John: That light sorta resembles a video projection light.

[Everyone's heads, including the two modern day gladiators, are pointed towards the light's end on the wall.]

[As sudden as the lights turned out, a video begins playing on the wall. You see a wrestling ring in the middle of a jam packed arena. The company's name on the ring apron has been censored out.]

James: Why is this crap playing? We have no affiliation with big time federations.

John: Where's the security? I'd expect more from the Yakuza!

[You see a giant of a man in the middle of the ring, totaly crushing another man only half his size. You can't see the large man clearly as his long black hair is covering his face. The large man grabs the smaller man's throat with a fist nearly the size of the man's head. He lifts him up, obviously with ease and chokeslams him down to the mat wich such force the entire ring shakes.]

John: That was one hell of a Choke Slam, but what's the point of all this?

[A man in an expensive looking suit runs down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He's in the man's face, looking as though he's shouting at the mamoth of a man. Judging by how the man is just taking the verbal abuse, the suited man must be the company's president. The large man shakes his head, and then kicks the president in the stomach, doubling him over. The president is then hoisted above the giant's head and held up.]

James: It looks like he's going to Power Bomb that man.

[The large man walks over to the ropes, carying the president above his head with ease. He throws the man over the ropes and down onto the anouncement table, in a Power Bomb fashion, only instead of hitting with his back, the man lands on the back of his neck.]

John: Holly shit!! That's gonna leave a mark! I've never seen a Power Bomb like that before.

[The video fades out as the only man left standing walks out of the ring and towards the back.]

James: Well that was defantly cool, but what's the point?

John: Wait there's more...

[The video fades back in, aparently the same night being shown only much later, judging how the same giant and same suited man are seen in the same clothes. The mamoth of a man is held down to the ground, on his knees. His long black hair again covering his face. He is being held down by several police officers, while the suited man is held up by an asociate. The well dressed stranger is yelling at the restrained monster, then the cops stand him up and lead him out of the room.]

John: Well it looks like he's getting arested for hurting the owner.

[The scene fades as the man is put into the back of a paddy wagon and taken off. The green light then cuts off and instantly the lights return to the building. Everyone is looking around trying to figure out what that was all about.]

James: Well that was interesting, pointless but interesting.

John: Yeah, maybe now we can return to the reason for being here tonight.

[As John speaks that statement, the two men in the ring proceed to brutalize eachother and the night continues as previously planned.]

Mike Angel picks Voodoo up and side suplexes him to the mat. Mike Angel is up again. Voodoo gets back to his feet. Mike Angel hits a kneeling headbutt to Voodoo's groin. Voodoo climbs to his feet. Mike Angel uppercuts Voodoo. Mike Angel chops Voodoo. Mike Angel connects with a flying knee. Voodoo goes down. Mike Angel puts Voodoo in an arm grapevine submission. Mike Angel springboard DDT's Voodoo onto the mat! Now Mike Angel standing. Voodoo moves back to his feet. Mike Angel executes a headlock takedown. Mike Angel hits Voodoo with an elbowdrop. Mike Angel stands up. Mike Angel slingshot elbow drops Voodoo. Voodoo gets up. Voodoo gets thrown into the turnbuckle. Mike Angel comes over and smashes Voodoo's head into it. Mike Angel thrust kicks Voodoo in the head.

James: Oi... Voodoo took a hell of a kick there. He's got to be out.

Angel immediately goes for the cover. The referee hits the mat. 1... 2... 3 NO!!! Voodoo got his shoulder up!!

John: Talk about CLOSE! The ref's hand couldn't have been more than a few centimeters from the mat that time.

Hopping to his feet, Angel allows Voodoo time to climb to his.

James: I know that look... That look on Angel's face... He's sizing Voodoo up for the Angel of Death...

As Voodoo makes it to his feet, Angel locks him into position. He lifts Voodoo up, and as he goes to slam him, Voodoo reverses the moves and pins Angel. The referee hits the mat. 1... 2... Kick out by Mike Angel!!

John: Phew! Voodoo almost took it there! Beautiful, yet desperation, maneuver!

As Angel scrambles to his feet, he's met by a dropkick that sends him back to the mat. Hopping to his feet again, he is hammered into the corner with lefts and rights.

James: Oh... God DAMN IT!

Rushing from the back, steel chair in hand, Ravage hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes. Swinging the chair at Voodoo, he misses, and cracks Angel across the head as Voodoo ducks out of the way.

John: Look at the look on Ravage's face!! He's just plain shocked!

James: HA! Serves those two right!

His jaw dropped, Ravage stares at the fallen body of his comrade in shock, so much so to not even notice Voodoo, who swiftly hits him with The Curse. Immediately after, Voodoo covers Angel. 1... 2... 3!!!

John: Voodoo's beaten the monster!

James: Oh man I love it! Ravage just COST Angel a win!

Chris Lee v. Ravage
Rule of Surrender Championship


James - This match is a Standard Match for the Rule of Surrender Title title. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 230 pounds,, Chris Lee!!! (crowd cheers ****)

[Chris Lee comes to the ring. ]

James - and his opponent, weighing in at 262 pounds,, Ravage!!! (crowd cheers ***)

[Ravage walks to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this contest. Chris Lee drops Ravage with a Gorilla Press Slam on the mat. Chris Lee gets nailed with a charging axhandle bodyblock from Ravage. (ding, ding, ding) Chris Lee knifehand chops Ravage. Chris Lee superkicks Ravage. Ravage gets back to his feet. Chris Lee is speared by Ravage. Ravage executes the sleeperhold on Chris Lee. Phil Simms asks Chris Lee if he quits. ... (AHHHH!) ... Ravage tightens the hold. ... Chris Lee escapes. Ravage knee drops Chris Lee. Ravage moves back to his feet. Ravage drags Chris Lee to the floor. ]

James - Chris Lee is much safer at ringside. Ravage can't get a pin there.

[Phil Simms starts the count (.1) Ravage chokes Chris Lee with a microphone cable. (..2) Ravage fist drops Chris Lee on the floor. Ravage climbs to his feet. (...3) Ravage puts Chris Lee in an arm grapevine submission. Chris Lee is up again. (....4) Chris Lee tackles Ravage to the floor. Chris Lee moves back to his feet. (.....5) Chris Lee takes Ravage into the ring. Chris Lee stomps Ravage. Ravage gets hit with the shooting star press from Chris Lee. Phil Simms counts. ...1 Ravage kicks out. Ravage gets up. Chris Lee hiptosses Ravage. Now Ravage standing. Chris Lee with a headscissors takeover on Ravage. Chris Lee chants start. Chris Lee is up again. Ravage gets back to his feet. Chris Lee executes the airplane spin and throws Ravage onto the mat. Chris Lee hooks Ravage in the abdominal stretch. Phil Simms is checking for a tap out. ... ... ... Ravage is fighting the hold. Ravage escapes. Ravage bites Chris Lee's arm out of desparation. Ravage hits Chris Lee with the back of his elbow. Chris Lee does a cartwheel and kicks Ravage in the face. Ravage executes a headlock takedown. Ravage puts Chris Lee in an arm grapevine submission. Chris Lee gets back to his feet. Ravage gets drilled with an inverted back breaker. Chris Lee chants start. ]

John - Ravage could use some help about now.

[Chris Lee hits him with a back fist. Chris Lee uses a lariat on Ravage. Chris Lee kicks Ravage on the mat. Chris Lee chants start. Chris Lee stomps Ravage's head. Chris Lee grabs Ravage's leg and takes him down, then locks his leg. Phil Simms asks Ravage if he quits. ... ... Chris Lee tightens the hold. ... Chris Lee tightens the hold. ... ... Ravage trys to escape. ... ... ... Chris Lee tightens the hold. ... Ravage is fighting the hold. ... Ravage is fighting the hold. Ravage taps out.

James: We've got a new Rule of Surrender Champion!!

To Whom It May Concern:

This is the beginning of a Revolution. This is the beginning of something that none of you will understand, that none of you could understand. This is the beginning of their reign.

This is the beginning of the end.

They’ve already started, you can tell. It’s everyone…they’ve begun to break me down. They’ve begun to pull me out of my element.

They’ve begun to find out who I am.

It’s not a good thing, no. It’s not good for me, and it’s not good for them. They don’t understand what they’re doing, no matter how intellectual or intelligent they believe they are. They think they’re crushing me, they think they’re on the verge of pulling me into oblivion. They think they’re taking me out of the game, and they think that they’re going to finally end me.

Afraid not, children. They should know. They should know that who I am right now, and what I am right now is far better than what is to come, should they persist in their pushing, in their antagonizing, in their efforts to kill me. My reaction to controversy is not one of sorrow, and it is not one of weakness. I hate who I’ll become. They’ll hate who I’ll become.

If they knew.

They should know. They should look into my eyes and be able to tell that I’m not who I portray myself to be. Not all the time anyway.

Certainly not all the time.

I’m not trying to be mister tough guy here, and I’m not trying to scare you. I’m not a dark, devilish man, and I’m not one to challenge you to a casket match, or a hell in a cell match. I don’t pride myself on being extremely violent, and I don’t think I come off as such. I will tell you what I am, though.

I am…

Well, actually, I couldn’t tell you what I am…to be honest, that is an enigma even I have trouble solving.

All I know is, when I have to be, when you push me to be…I’ll do what needs to be done.

It doesn’t take much, doesn’t take much at all. A few sneak attacks here, a few attempts at playing mind games there, and you’ve got me where you want me, right?

Or maybe I’ve got you where I want you.

You be the judge.

~ Nameless

Master Molde/Temujin v. Azrael/Blazed


James - This match is a Standard Match tag match. On there way to the ring at this time, Master Molde and Temujin!!!

[Master Molde and Temujin come to the ring. ]

James - and their opponents, the team of Azrael and Blazed.

[Azrael and Blazed walk to the ring. Phil Simms is the referee for this match. Phil Simms checks Blazed's boots and knee pads. Temujin drops Blazed with a Gorilla Press Slam on the mat. (ring, ring, ring) They lockup. Blazed sends Temujin to the corner of the ring. ]

John - weak move!

[Blazed executes the jumping sidekick on Temujin. Blazed throws Temujin off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. Now Temujin standing. Temujin executes a split legged moonsault on to Blazed. Now Temujin standing. Blazed gets up. Azrael tagged in by Blazed. Blazed picks up Temujin and drops him neck first on the ropes. They lockup. Azrael sends Temujin to the corner of the ring. Blazed pump handle slams Temujin to the mat. ]

James - Temujin is being double teamed!

[Temujin uses a snap mare takeover on Blazed. Temujin brings in Master Molde for Master Molde and Temujin. Master Molde piledrives Azrael. Temujin measures Azrael up and drops a closed fist. Temujin measures Azrael up and drops a closed fist. Temujin gets back to his feet. Temujin measures Azrael up and drops a closed fist. Now Azrael standing. Temujin executs the slingshot facebuster, slamming Azrael's face to the mat. Temujin gets up. Master Molde brings in Temujin for Master Molde and Temujin. They lockup. Azrael sends Temujin to the corner of the ring. Azrael tags Blazed. Temujin fist drops Blazed on the mat. Temujin stands up. Blazed hits Temujin with a headbutt to the mid-section. Master Molde tagged in by Temujin. Master Molde suplexes Blazed. ]

James - Come on ref! Do something!! Blazed is being double teamed!

[Master Molde is back on his feet. Master Molde gets back into the match with a jumping neck snap on Blazed. Blazed tags Azrael. Master Molde get nailed with a double axhandle chop from Azrael. Azrael hits Master Molde with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle. Azrael get nailed with a double axhandle chop from Master Molde. Master Molde tags in Temujin. Temujin measures Azrael up and drops a closed fist. Azrael climbs to his feet. Azrael nails Temujin with a double underhook suplex. ]

James - Good double underhook suplex by Azrael.

[Temujin is back on his feet. Azrael grabs Temujin's arm, takes him down, and puts him in the armbar. Referee Phil Simms is checking for a tap out. ... ... ... Temujin escapes. ]

John - Azrael is doing quite well at this point in the match.

[Azrael is speared by Temujin. Azrael tags in Blazed. Temujin tackles Blazed. Now Temujin standing. Blazed drives a forearm into the head of Temujin. Blazed tags Azrael. Blazed executes the German suplex on Temujin. Azrael clotheslines Temujin. ]

John - This is just awefull! Temujin is being double teamed!

[Azrael stands up. Temujin picks up Azrael and front slams him on the mat. Temujin chants start. Azrael superkicks Temujin. Azrael hits Temujin with an earringer. Blazed tagged in by Azrael. Blazed uses a snap mare takeover on Temujin. Temujin moves back to his feet. Temujin tags in Master Molde. Temujin hits a spinning leg lariat on Blazed sending him to the mat. Temujin hits Blazed with an atomic drop. Blazed takes Temujin down with a knee. Temujin climbs to his feet. Temujin hits Blazed with a running powerbomb on to the mat. ]

John - If Temujin keeps using moves like that running powerbomb he could win the match!

[Temujin locks him in the arm hammerlock submission. The referee is checking the situation. ... Blazed is fighting the hold. ... Temujin breaks the hold. Master Molde tags Temujin. Blazed clotheslines Temujin. Temujin delivers a spinning backbreak to Blazed. Blazed makes the tag to Azrael. Azrael kicks Temujin in the groin. Azrael gets elbowed to his midsection by Azrael. Azrael makes the tag to Blazed. Now Blazed standing. Blazed short lariats Temujin. Temujin tags in Master Molde. Blazed executes a huge gutbuster on Master Molde. Master Molde is up again. Blazed tags in Azrael. Spinning neck-breaker from Master Molde takes Azrael down. Master Molde chants start. Master Molde and Azrael go to the floor Phil Simms starts the count (.1) Azrael is up again. (..2) Azrael punches Master Molde in the head. ]

James - Azrael with a punch.

[(...3) Master Molde with a high crossbody on Azrael. Azrael stands up. (....4) Azrael hits him with a back fist. (.....5) They fight into the aisle. Master Molde and Azrael move back to ringside. They head back into the ring. Master Molde executes a huge gutbuster on Azrael. Azrael tags Blazed. Azrael clotheslines Master Molde. ]

James - This is just awefull! Master Molde is being double teamed!

[Master Molde puts Azrael in an arm grapevine submission. Azrael gets back to his feet. Temujin tagged in by Master Molde. Blazed applies an arm wrench to Temujin. Blazed grabs Temujin and applies an arm wrench. Temujin is back on his feet. Temujin gut-wrenchs Blazed. Blazed executes a gut-wrench powerbomb on Temujin. Blazed and Temujin go to the floor Phil Simms starts the count (.1) Blazed chokes Temujin with a microphone cable. Blazed hits the handspring moonsault on Temujin. Blazed is back on his feet. (..2) Temujin stands up. (...3) Temujin jabs Blazed. (....4) Temujin pins Blazed against the ropes and chokes him with his forearm. (.....5) Blazed takes Temujin into the ring. Blazed applies the clawhold on Temujin. ]

John - Blazed executes a clawhold.

[Temujin tags Master Molde. Master Molde kicks Blazed in the stomach. Master Molde executes a jawbreakeron Blazed. Temujin nails Blazed with a belly-to-back suplex. Blazed pokes Temujin in the eye with his thumb. Master Molde brings in Temujin for Master Molde and Temujin. Blazed takes Temujin off his feet with a short-arm clothesline Temujin throws Blazed off the ropes and hits him with a cross-body block. Temujin moves back to his feet. ]

James - The WWF is the only place for entertainment like this!

[Temujin brings in Master Molde for Master Molde and Temujin. Master Molde fist drops Blazed on the mat. Master Molde with a falling splash on Blazed. Blazed punches Master Molde repeatedly. Azrael tagged in by Blazed. Blazed executs the slingshot facebuster, slamming Master Molde's face to the mat. Azrael gouges Master Molde's eyes out. ]

James - This is just awefull! Master Molde is being double teamed!

[Azrael gets elbowed to his midsection by Azrael. Temujin tagged in by Master Molde. Azrael picks up Temujin and delivers a tilt-a-whirl suplex. Temujin bounces Azrael off the ropes and clotheslines him. Azrael tags in Blazed. Temujin gouges Blazed's eyes out. Temujin makes the tag to Master Molde. Blazed pins Master Molde against the ropes and chokes him with his forearm. ]

John - forearm choke!

[Master Molde brings in Temujin for Master Molde and Temujin. Temujin punches Blazed in the gut. Temujin hits a tiger driver on Blazed. Blazed is t-bone suplexed by Master Molde. ]

James - Blazed is being double teamed!

[Master Molde rakes the face of Blazed in attempt to make a come back. Master Molde tagged in by Temujin. Master Molde hits a jumping elbow hrust on Blazed. Azrael tagged in by Blazed. Azrael gets hit with a diving elbow smash from Master Molde. ]

John - Master Molde with a diving elbow smash.

[Master Molde is back on his feet. Azrael tags in Blazed. Blazed gets back to his feet. Blazed hits Master Molde with the belly-to-belly suplex. ]

James - If Blazed keeps using moves like that belly-to-belly suplex he could win the match!

(Temujin enters the scene once again and delivers a swift kick to Blazed’s midsection. He lifts Blazed high into the air, and brings him back down quickly with a chokeslam. Temujin crawls on top of Blazed and begins laying into him with a series of hard shots to the head. He meticulously hits the same exact spot on Blazed’s forehead each and every time, causing Blazed to kick his feet about in a spastic manner. Temujin rises to his feet and drops back down speedily, with his leg outstretched across Blazed’s throat…)

John- ouch…Temujin’s really laying it into Blazed here, he showed up today!

James- of course he showed up, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be here.

John- you know what I mean.

(Temujin rises to his feet, dragging Blazed along with him, and stretches his hand out to Master Molde, who tags in and begins punching Blazed in the top of his head repeatedly, backing him up into the corner.)

John- Molde was very impressive last week, when he defeated Blazed for his Rising Star Title.

James- he won the Rising Star Title, yes, but only because Azrael, Blazed’s partner tonight, rendered Blazed unconscious.

(Molde grabs a hold of Blazed’s arm and hops backwards, sending Blazed into the opposite corner all at the same time. But things don’t go as expected for Molde, as Blazed bounces off the corner turnbuckle and fires back with a spinning heel kick. The crowd noise begins to pick up as he tries to crawl his way over to Azrael, who stands only a few feet away…)

John- if Blazed makes the tag here, it’ll turn the tide of this match!

(Blazed reaches deep down inside and finds the strength somewhere down there to fly through the air and hit Azrael’s hand, allowing Azrael to come in and attempt to reverse the momentum back to their teams favor. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. As Blazed flew through the air and swung his hand, all he was met with was a whole lot of rope. Azrael had just dropped down to the cement below, and began walking to the back.)

John- NOT AGAIN! Azrael is not going to screw Blazed over AGAIN!

James- oh, yeah I think he is!

(Molde comes from behind Blazed and wraps his arm over his neck, pulling him back into a reverse DDT. Again, Blazed is slung into the corner of his opposition as the sound of two hands is heard, and Temujin once again enters the ring. Temujin throws Blazed off of the ropes and gets his feet set, as Blazed’s momentum takes him back towards Temujin, he is met with an incredibly quick and strong kick to the side of the face, laying him out completely…)

John- I didn’t even SEE that!

James- I think that was the Shadowless Kick! He just knocked Blazed’s head off with that!

(Temujin rolls Blazed up as the referee falls to his knees…)

One…

Two…

Three!!!!

Compare- ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, as a result of pinfall…MASTER MOLDE AND TEMUJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!

(Temujin and Master Molde begin to walk separately to the back…)

John- if Azrael hadn’t walked out on Blazed, this might not have happened!

James- this probably wouldn’t have happened, John! At least not like this! Blazed fought a decent match, but he couldn’t possibly overcome both Master Molde and Temujin with no support from Azrael!

John- and you have to wonder, with Azrael acting somewhat civil to Blazed over the week, just what the hell he did this for?!

James- who knows…maybe he’s pissed about Blazed and Garcelle doing the hibbidy dibbidy.

John- impossible…Garcelle does that with a lot of guys.

James- ok, well maybe he’s pretty pissed that Blazed is his “bodyguard” of sorts, and doesn’t feel that as SHOOT Champion that he should need one.

John- wait, this might develop a little more here, fans! We were about to go off the air, but it looks like Blazed has something to say!!!

(Blazed crawls over to the corner, where the Compare left the microphone and grasps the metal object in his hand. He breathes very heavily, as he looks around at the crowd and then down at the mic…)

Blazed- Azrael. You did it to me man, you did it again. You mind coming out here?

John- he’s not as irate as you’d expect!

James- no, John, he probably is…he’s just in that calmed rage that can sometimes be entirely more powerful than outright madness!

(Azrael appears adjacent of the ring, with his SHOOT title over his shoulder. He’s already changed to leave. He stares at Blazed from about one hundred feet, scowling, allowing his eyes to shoot directly into Blazed’s with a path of fire leaving it’s trail.)

Blazed- Don. I tried to help you out last week, and you denied me, using violence rather than words. I retaliated, just as any human would in that situation. You came down later on that night and cost me a match, and not only a match, but a match for the Rising Star Championship, which I had laid on the line. I see you this week, and everything seems cool.

(Blazed begins to rise to his feet, using the ropes as his leverage…)

Blazed- I come out here tonight, try and make the tag to you…you weren’t there. I lost another match, because of you and your fucked up sense of reason. Did you hear me?

(Blazed walks over to the ring ropes closest to Azrael…)

Blazed- I said YOU’RE FUCKED UP! I’m supposed to be helping you keep that strap on your shoulder right? Or else I get no more of what I wanted a couple of weeks ago? Well fuck that, I’m tired of it. I’ll keep that title over your shoulder for you all right. If you have any defenses up to the time of the pay per view, well consider yourself a winner, because you WILL retain, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll get your back, bro, I’ll get your back until the pay per view.

(Blazed steps one foot through the ropes and sits, as if to halfway invite Azrael into the ring…)

Blazed- but when the pay per view comes…I want you in this ring here. I want you, in all of your selfish, nonsensical, fucked up glory Azrael. And I want it for the SHOOT Championship.

(The people in attendance rise to their feet and begin to yell whatever it is that they’re feeling at the time. Azrael smirks and thinks over Blazed’s proposition.)

Azrael raises his chin at Blazed, rubbing his hand his mouth, his eyes direct upon Blazed as he sits on the ropes. Those eyes drift to look at the World Title around his shoulder, then at the audience around him. All watching him, all expecting him to do something and letting him know exactly that with their chants of "fight!" and "pussy!" Azrael narrows his eyes as he gazes upon the crowd)

John: What's this? Azrael has his own microphone!

Azrael: Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye.

John: Huh? What's that suppose to mean? Why is the World Champion making his way to the ring?

(Azrael is indeed making his way to the ring, and he finds himself standing in front of Blazed who is still sitting on the ropes, now invited the world champion in. Azrael gazes upon Blazed, but strolls around to the other side of the ring and stands there, watching Blazed for another moment longer.)

Azrael: Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine; Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.

James: The Champion is getting into the ring now!

(Yes, now the champion stands in the middle of the ring, and Blazes lifts himself up from the ropes and stands tall, peering at the World Champion before him.)

Azrael: Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here."

(Azrael drops the microphone and stares down at the World Title over his shoulder. Slowly pulling it off of him, and staring down at the tin in his hands. Raising his eyes to the masked man that stands in front of him, he then holds his arms out, the World Title in his hands. Quirking a brow, as his curious eyes fall over his colleague)

John: I just don't get it! You can never tell what's going on inside the mind of the World Champion!

James: But jeeze, you can certainly cut this tension with a knife!

(It is a fact, that the tension is rising as each second passes. A second of silence, as the two stare back at each other. Finally, Azrael lets his hands fall to the side and walks towards Blazed. Now the World Champion is in the masked man's face, exchanging a curious glare until Blazed steps aside and Azrael drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, making his way backstage.

Leaving Blazed with more questions than ever before.)

****STATIC****

The scene cuts to the windy rooftop of a building with a seemingly infinite amount of floors. Steel antennas that line the edges of the roof rock violently in the wind. A shaken scream is carried from the other side of the rooftop. The camera pans around quickly to focus on a shadowy figure holding another frantic individual by his ankles over the side of the building. The victim screams in fear for his life as the camera comes in closer to the extreme event ahead. The face of the helpless is now recognizable..... It is Norman Wong former star of SHOOT Project. The tears in his eyes glimmer in the light of the fool moon as he begs for his life.

Norman: PLEASE BLOOD! I tell you everything, yo! PLEASE NIGGA! AHHHHHHHH! SHIT!

The man who holds Norman's life in his hands with his back still shown remains quiet. He seems to contemplate whether he should make the world a better place by releasing his grasp or if he should spare his life and listen to what he has to say. He chooses the ladder of the two and tosses Norman onto the cement rooftop.

Norman: Thanks, yo. Seriously, blood, you hella sick for that, nigga. I tell you everything.

Finally the mysterious figure steps out of the shadows. It is Shaolin. He seems to walk uneasily as he holds his left hand against his side. An emotionless look on his face he speaks.

Shaolin: Look at me Norman. Nursing two gun shot wounds. And you know something, Norman?

An uncomfortable silence follows as the shaken Norman cant decide whether he should seek the answer to that question.

Norman: What?

Shaolin chuckles to himself then stops abruptly and grabs his side again.

Shaolin: I have a feeling that you have a lot to do with this. I have a feeling that it wasn't an accident that Meioh felt he had to have me killed. I have a feeling that you enjoyed watching me drive Meioh into a coma. Now...... tell me the truth..... no more hiding...... you're own life is in the balance.

He reaches forward and grabs Norman by the collar of his GAP jacket and holds him over the ledge once again. Norman continues where he left off with his screams of terror.

Norman: AWWW SHIT! Look blood, I turned Meioh against you! My uncle is president of Nokia, blood! I fuck around wif cell phone and told him a few lie, but I didn't think shit would turn out like this, yo. I just wanted to be on top! Like you and Meioh! I wanted to bring pride to Asia like you, nigga! I was tired of being a joke! I was tired of watching you and that dumbshit Meioh take all the glory!

With a look of disbelief in his eyes Shaolin holds Norman out a few inches farther.

Norman: PLEASE, BLOOD! You gotta believe me, yo!

Shaolin brings Norman back onto the rooftop then drops him into a backbreaker causing a surprised Norman to whince in pain. He shakes his head as he watches Norman squirm on the ground.

Shaolin: I want you to leave SHOOT. Leave here and hide in shame. You let your desire for glory and fame turn you into a disgrace to your motherland. You are a snake; it would be wise for you to stand clear of dragons. If you ever return I will make sure you regret it.

Norman bows his head in shame. He holds his back as he rises to his feet and looks back at Shaolin directions, but he is already gone.