Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease
In the jungle, Welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
James Kash turning on Monday Night Mayhem and helping Hardcore Impact pick up the win at Collision Course and than James Kash, Montana, and Slash turning on Hardcore Impact and the forming of The Mobb.
Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay
And you're a very sexy girl that's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
OOh, I wanna hear you scream
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay
And you're a very sexy girl that's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
OOh, I wanna hear you scream
Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
In the jungle, Welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
And when you're high you never ever wanna come down
so sown, so down, so down....YEAH
so sown, so down, so down....YEAH
Knicky turning on Kassidy in the Extreme Elimination Chamber match at Holiday Havok.
You know where you are?
you're in the jungle baby...you're gonna DIEEE
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
fell my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to you
its gonna bring you down....HA!!
you're in the jungle baby...you're gonna DIEEE
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
fell my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
watch it bring you to you
its gonna bring you down....HA!!
Than a video plays of everything that happened at Over The Edge from Chris Kendo winning The Rumble to Montana destroying Devastating Dominick in the three stages of hell match up to the arrest of MJ, Knicky, and Kassidy.
The screen fades to black...
BLAZE OF GLORY! said:
Kerry: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another exciting addition of Hardcore Impact! Tonight, boys and girls, we have one hell of a show for you!
Josh: We sure do Kerry! Tonight, is the night of new champions, as last Sunday at Blaze of Glory we crowned new Tag Team Champions, a new XTreme Champion, and a new IWF Champion!
Kerry: And what a night Blaze of Glory was! We need to thank all the fans again for selling out the arena Sunday night, for what really was the most amazing night of summer, there has ever been! Tonight ladies and gentlemen, we have one hell of a show planned for you!
Josh: So why not start it off, with a big triple threat match!
Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen, this following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a triple threat match
"I Walk Alone" by Saliva plays to the PA system. A wall of smoke covers the entire stage, and as it fades away, CMS comes out from the stage floor standing and looking to the ground, he then in a sudden move points to the sky and then to himself, making a huge flag of Costa Rica to come from the ceiling , he then walks all the way to the ring bragging and insulting the crowd. He enters the ring and does a four corner pose pointing himself.
Jessica: In the ring standing in at 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 265 pounds . . Now residing in New York . . Carlos Mario Sequeira . . CMS!!
The Prototype walks into the centre of the ring jumping up and down striking his shoulders then raises both hands as the pyros shoot off in different directions. He then walks down the ramp intensly rotating his shoulders up and down he then jumps onto the ring apron as pyros shoot from the turnbuckles as he enters the ring.
Jessica: In the ring, standing in at 6 foot 4 inches, and weighing in at 300 pounds; hailing from Philadelphia ... The Prototype!
His music hits, lights go out with exception of blue lighting effects, Fog rolls out from under the ring up towards the entrance ramp. Arcs of electricity bounce off the ring post and Death appears on top of the ramp dressed in all black.
Jessica: And in the ring, standing in at 7 foot 1 inche, weighing in at 500 pounds and hailing from Parts Unknown ... Death!
CMS V Death V Prototype
Bell Sounds. All three men circle the ring and examine their opponents carefully, as suddenly Prototype lunges at CMS, and knocks him off his feet with a double fisted sledge. Prototype stomps away violently at CMS as Death approaches Prototype, and grabs him from behind. He locks his hands around the throat of Prototype and yanks him backwards into the centre of the ring. With a clubbing blow, Death knocks Prototype to his back striking his chest with a big right forearm, knocking the wind out of him. Death stomps away at Prototype a little, before turning to the now standing CMS, and clotheslining him over the top rope. Death continues his offence as he makes his way back to Prototype, and hoists him to his feet, pushing him up against the ropes. Death unloads with several rights and lefts, knocking his foe unsteady on his feet, before whipping him across the ring. Death lowers his head a little too early, as Prototype bounces off the ropes, and delivers a clubbing blow to the spine of his challenger, buckling him down to his knees. Prototype quickly grabs Death, and straightens him back out and hits an impressive belly to belly suplex. Death lands under the ropes and holds his lower back as Prototype climbs to his feet and stalks him, slowly. CMS makes his presence felt again, as he sneaks into the ring behind Prototype, and kicks him in the back of his knee. Prototype falls to his knees, as CMS races into the ropes, and rushes at him; hitting a swift over head bull dog, centre of the ring. CMS jumps back to his feet and grabs Prototype, pulling him to his knees; where he proceeds to deliver several stiff, quick right hands to the defenceless Prototype, right to the temple.
Kerry: Wow! Violent right hands from CMS to The Prototype right there, that’s gotta hurt!
CMS throws one more big right hand and knocks Prototype backwards a little, almost off his knees. CMS races backwards into the ropes, but runs into Death, who catches him around his neck, and throws him into a turnbuckle. Death covers him and throws some big right hands, and some elbows into the stomach and chest of his challenger, before pulling him out of the corner, and hitting a side walk slam, covering him for a quick two count. Both Death and CMS get to their feet, however Death continues his offence, taking CMS down with a big boot to the face. CMS slams onto his back, but has no time to recover as Death hits a leg drop across the throat of his foe and challenger. Prototype, with enough time to recuperate, grabs Death as he makes it to his feet, and drives his knee into the stomach of him, hitting a devastating DDT immediately after. Prototype jumps to his feet and stomps away at Death, and kicks him out of the ring. Prototype pounces on CMS and unleashes a flurry of rights, to the very temple of CMS, pounding the very life out of him with each blow. Prototype rolls off him, and gets to his feet as Death climbs up onto the apron. Prototype spots him and approaches him, but is caught off guard when Death grabs his throat, and drops to the mats, hanging Prototype up on the top rope. CMS, who has made it to one knee, drives his forearm into the groin of Prototype, and in a swift motion, rolls him up for a pinning predicament one … two …. three.
Winner of the match, via pinfall: CMS.
CMS quickly rolls out of the ring, as the referee rings the bell, and Death climbs back into the ring, glaring down at CMS. Death signals a long, exaggerated cut throat taunt to CMS, as he leans down and grabs Prototype. Death throws Prototype between his legs, for his patterned finisher the Pestilince Powerbomb. Prototype manages to counter the attack, and throws Death off with a back body drop. The crowd pops, as Prototype turns and glares at the still retreating CMS, and signals that his end is near. Death climbs back to his feet, as Prototype grabs him, and sets him up for the Malicious Intent. Glaring furiously at CMS, Prototype connects with his finisher, in the centre of the ring as CMS smirks, and both Prototype and CMS stare each other down from the ring and stage.
--COMMERCIAL--
Kerry: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we are back with Hardcore Impact! And if you have just joined us, you missed one exciting opening contest between CMS, Death and The Prototype. CMS managed to steal-
Josh: -Oh he didn’t steal the match, Kerry! He won the match, with wits and strength!
Kerry: Oh, please Josh! He got the low blow for the win! He cheated Prototype, and stole the match from Death! I don’t know Josh, but CMS might have just made to big enemies, in one match!
Josh: He may have Kerry, but we cant linger about our opening match for much longer, ok. We still have one hell of a show left! Up next Kerry, is some tag team action! It’s going to be Jason Berk and Crow taking on The Enforcers!
Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a tag team match up!
He comes out and stops at the middle of the ramp and does an abyss hand formation and fire goes off. He then makes his way down the ramp and slides under the ropes. He then goes to the turn buckle and does the same abyss hand gester and then slaps his chest a couple of times and jumps down.
Jessica: Introducing now standing in at 6 foot 2 inches, weighing in at 230 pounds; he hails from Texas ... he is Jason Berk!
The lights go out as "Hurt" plays through the speakers as The Crow walks down the ramp with his hair in front of his eyes not acknowledging the fans as they continue to boo him. If fans stick out their hands for highfives he looks at them with cold dark look, and continue's into the ring where he sits in the corner waiting for his opponent.
Jessica: And introducing now, standing in at 6 foot 2 inches, and weighing in at 245 pounds; he hails from Newark, New Jersey ... he is Allan "The Crow" Richards!
The music hits, Dixie comes out. Smoke fills the top of the entrance. The lights go out, when the lights come back on The Enforcers are there. They slowly walk to the ring ignoring the fans, focused on the ring.
Jessica: And introducing the team of Morgan and Blake, weighing in at a total of 620 pounds, they are ... The Enforcers!
Jason Berk & Crow V The Enforcers
Bell Sounds. Blake and Crow start out the match, as both men circle the ring, staying away from their opponents corner, as Blake talks trash to Morgan, and then to Crow. Crow smirks, and slaps his hard, before tackling him to the mat with a spear to the side, unloading with a series of quick, and sudden right hands. Blake tries to cover up but Crow just clubs through him, and knocks his head back and forth, violently. Crow hoists Blake to his feet and whips him across the ring, connecting with a shoulder barge as he bounces off the ropes, knocking his challenger to his back once more. Crow is tagged in by Jason, who eagerly joins the match, leaving Crow a little bewildered and angry. Berk grabs Blake and hoists him to his feet and hits a quick suplex, before covering him for a one count. Berk whips Blake into the turnbuckle as he rushes at him, and hits a spear in the corner, almost breaking him in half. Blake stumbles out of the corner and over to his partner desperately, but Berk grabs him, and drags him back to the centre of the ring, smirking. Berk turns his challenger and hits a quick jaw breaker, dropping to his knees. Blake stumbles backwards, as Morgan leans out desperately and manages to make a tag. Berk gets to his feet as the two men begin to slug it out, neither man backing down, or giving in. Berk and Morgan continue to slug it out, much to the dismay of the referee and his five count. Morgan finally manages to block a right hand from Berk, and hits a big time clothesline on his challenger, knocking him to his back. Morgan has no time to continue his offence, as Crow makes his presence felt, illegally. He grabs Morgan from behind and delivers a clubbing blow to his neck, knocking him to his knees. The referee attempts to get Crow from the ring, but he is ignored, as he grabs Morgan and hits a neck breaker, next to Jason Berk. Jason looks up at Crow, who looks down at Morgan, before Blake delivers a running swinging neckbreaker. The crowd boos as Blake gets to his feet and begins to help Morgan to his feet, as Jason climbs to his. Blake gets Morgan to his feet, and is grabbed by Berk from behind, and is taken down to the mat with a back suplex. Berk hops back to his feet as Morgan rushes him from behind, however Jason ducks it and races off in the opposite direction, and into the ropes. Morgan turns to face him, and both men are taken down as both men connect with a loud, intense clothesline.
Kerry: Oh wow, both men taken down hard with a double clothesline! Right now we have all four men in the ring, and all of them are down and out!
Berk and Morgan slowly start to stir, as do Crow and Blake. All four men slowly get to their feet, as the referee tries to regain some control. Crow lunges at Blake and takes him down with a spear, as he begins to stomp away at him. Morgan, a little shocked, is caught off guard by Jason Berk, who connects with a stiff kick to the midsection, and then a snap suplex. Berk jumps to his feet as Crow grabs Blake, and tosses him out of the ring, to the outside. Crow turns and both he and Berk smirk to each other, as Morgan gets to his feet, against the ropes. Crow grabs Morgan, and hits his trademark move, an impaler DDT. Jason smirks as Crow exits the ring, a serious look over his face, as Berk grabs Morgan, and hits a double under hook back breaker. Jason covers Morgan hooking both legs, and gets the one … two … three.
Winners of the match, via pinfall: Jason Berk & Allan “The Crow†Richards.
Berk climbs to his feet as he celebrates, Crow slowly makes his way up the ramp, showing only a little excitement to the win. Morgan rolls out of the ring over to Blake, as the two curse and mutter under their breathes. Jason looks up at Crow, as he disappears into the backstage area, as Blake and Morgan smirk at Berk, still in the ring.
Kerry: Well what a win for those two men here tonight! Jason Berk and The Crow seemed to be quite the tag team, defeating the team of Morgan and Blake!
Josh: It was lucky, Kerry! They couldn’t beat them again, even if they tried!
Kerry: It doesn’t matter anyway Josh, it’s in the books now!
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BACKSTAGE
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BACKSTAGE
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We see Bruce Page, sitting in his office as he is flicking through some papers, as James Kash makes his way into the office, knocking once and making his way into the room. Bruce looks up, with a small smile on his face.
Bruce: Well … come in then, James. What can I do for you?
James Kash, who is holding his neck, hands him a piece of paper, before speaking.
Kash: Listen, Bruce. I know that you really want me to compete, and all the fans really want me to compete … but I can’t. I was involved in some crazy crash last weekend, with a smashed up yellow Ferrari. It’s ok though, I’ll be right to compete next week, but that doctor certificate, right there, is getting me out of this crazy, and ridiculous match you scheduled me for this week! I don’t even know what you were thinki-
Bruce: -Fair enough, James. You don’t want to wrestle this week, then you wont get paid, this week.
James: Wait, that’s not part of the deal-
Bruce: -What deal, James!? You burst into my office here tonight, and just tell me you can’t wrestle tonight, in what I’m sure would be a great match. And since I am paying you to wrestle, then I feel it’s a fair enough idea that this week, you don’t get paid, for something you’re not doing.
James: But you can’t just-
Bruce: -You’ll here from me next week, with your match next week. Good talk, James! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather busy here tonight.
James looks down at Bruce, and cracks his neck gently, as he shakes his head, before leaving. He slams the door shut as he exits, as Bruce just lowers his head to his papers and laughs a little.
Kerry: Wow, so tonight James Kash wont be in action! Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to seeing him in action tonight! I guess we will all have to wait til next week.
Josh: You’re damn right Kerry, and Bruce Page did the right thing, not letting him compete tonight, it would’ve been a danger to his well being if he did compete.
Kerry: It’s also a good thing that Kash isn’t getting any … cash, for not competing tonight.
Josh: Well I didn’t say that, Kerry. I cant believe James isn’t getting paid, he is the most valuable player on the Impact roster!
Kerry: May be, Josh, but if he isn’t going to wrestle, then he isn’t going to get paid. End of story! Ladies and gentlemen, we will be right back after this break!
--COMMERCIAL--
It goes dark, then black lights come on as "Modest" hits the speakers. A spotlight shines on Ryan as he runs to the ring, painted in all sorts of bright neon body paint.
Jessica Lock: Standing in at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 250 lbs . . Hailing from East Lyme . . . Ruthless Ryan Byrne!
Grimey hits When the lyrics begin, Noreaga shoots out from behind the curtain and walks down to the ring looking at both sides of the arena, slides into the ring goes to all four corners and raises both arms into the air.
Jessica Lock: Standing in at six feet and one inch, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, from Queens New York, Vic Noreaga
Vic Noreaga V Ryan Byrne
Bell Sounds. Both men lock up in the centre of the ring, as the anger and hatred for the other boils, and both men push their foe around the ring, into each corner and along the ropes. They break the lock up, as Byrne slaps Vic hard. Vic retaliates as he slaps Ryan back, and takes him down with a sudden tackle. Unloading with a flurry of rights and lefts, and elbows and knees, Vic pummels the very life out of Ryan Byrne utilising any part of his body to inflict as much pain as possible, utilising the most of the five count from the referee. Noreaga rolls off Byrne and hoists him quickly to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Vic lowers his head, as Byrne jumps over him, and lands behind him. Byrne grabs Vic as he stands upright, and hits a neckbreaker quickly. Byrne returns the previous favour; as he straddles him and unloads with a series of violent and stiff right hands, connecting with the champions temple, pushing the five count. Byrne hops to his feet and stomps away at Vic, stomping away at his head and neck as much as possible, before lifting him to his feet. Byrne whips him across the ring, and takes him down with a clothesline. Byrne goes to cover him, but Vic throws a wild right knee up, and into the ribs of the challenger, knocking him off him. Both Vic and Ryan climb to their feet, and meet up in the middle of the ring, locking up and going at it in a test of strength, neither man unable to budge the other. They break the lock up and begin to slug it out, until Vic locks in a side head lock, and steps back into the ropes. Vic pushes him across the ring, as Byrne bounces off the ropes, and ducks under the wild clothesline from the champion. Ryan bounces off the ropes a second time, this time throwing his own clothesline, which Vic ducks, and grabs him arm, spinning him around for a DDT. Ryan quickly counters this, twisting both their bodies into a neck breaker, from behind. Vic quickly delivers a back elbow to the challenger and breaks free from the move, and races off into the ropes once more. Byrne turns and catches Vic as he reaches him with a hip toss. Vic manages to flip over and land on his feet, as both men turn and face each other, and slug it out some more. Both men slowly lose energy, as they continue to beat each other down, until Byrne grabs Noreaga and hits a quick spinebuster, in the centre of the ring. Byrne climbs back to his feet, stumbling about, as he makes his way to the top turnbuckle, and awaits the champion.
Kerry: OH we just know this wont end up well, for either man.
Vic slowly, slowly gets to his feet as Byrne awaits him, getting a little more impatient, as the champion gets to his feet painfully, holding his ribs. Noreaga turns and faces Ryan, as he dives high into the air, looking for a diving clothesline. Vic sidesteps the clothesline, and grabs Byrne’s right arm and forces him onto his stomach, locking in an arm bar. Vic quickly shifts his weight and his body, and reaches around and grabs Byrne’s leg, and attempts to lock in his patterned Brock Lock. Byrne screams and yells in agony as Noreaga locks it in and applies some pressure. Desperately, Ryan manages to get to the ropes before any damage can be done, but Vic just holds it in, applying as much pressure before the referee forces him off the challenger. Byrne rolls out of the ring, as the referee yells at the champion, enforcing his rules. Byrne grabs a steel chair, and stumbles around outside the ring, near the apron. Vic approaches him, and leans through the second rope, grabbing him, as Ryan takes the chair and cracks it across the skull of the champion. The referee spots the attack, and asks for the bell.
Winner of the match, via DQ: Vic Noreaga.
Ryan smirks, as Vic stumbles backwards and falls onto his back, centre of the ring. Ryan slides into the ring with his chair, and raises it high above his head, as he strikes him several times with the steel chair, across his chest, throat and face, busting him open with one violent strike. Byrne drops the steel chair, and exits the ring as makes his way up the steel ramp way, laughing.
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BACKSTAGE
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BACKSTAGE
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We see Jason Berk who is making his way into the locker room of The Outkast Kid’s and Maggots. From behind, Mogran and Blake attack him, and send him crashing through the door to the inside. Morgan and Blake go on a thrashing rampage, as they take out The OutKast Kid and Maggot with several clubbing blows, knocking them off their feet. One by one, Morgan and Blake double team the three men, slamming them into the lockers and walls.
Morgan: How’s this, for a celebration!?
Blake: Yeh, you little punks wanna celebrate on our turf!? We’ll show you, that’s not a good idea!
Cutting back to Kerry and Josh, we see their shocked reactions.
Kerry: What the hell is going on there! Why are-
Josh: -Because Jason Berk and The Crow made them look ridiculous earlier tonight! And those guys have every reason to be pissed! They were robbed here tonight-
Kerry: -Oh shut up Josh! Someone needs to get back there to help them! Morgan and Blake are picking them apart, and could possibly end their careers!
Josh: No, no one needs to help them. Jason Berk, Maggot and The Outkast Kid think they’re so tough, they can handle themselves!
Kerry: Can we get a camera back there please!
The camera cuts back to the locker room, where we can see Morgan and Blake, out cold in a corner, as Maggot, Outkast Kid and Jason slowly get to their knees, looking around. The camera turns and sees a man walking down the hallway, and vanishing around a corner.
Kerry: What the!? Who the hell was that!?
Josh: Hey, I got no idea Kerry! Aren’t you the wonderful one, with all the answers and knowled-
Kerry: -Just shut it, Josh! Sorry folks, I got a little carried away right there. We have to take a commercial break, so stay tuned as Josh shuts it, and I regain myself!
--COMMERCIAL--
Fly by Sugar Ray hits the arena as Charlie Wayne steps onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring. Charlie get a great ovation by the crowd
Jessica Lock: Standing at 6'1 and 245 lbs from San Diego California; The California Crippler; Charlie Wayne!
The arena suddenly blacks out with the sole sound of a WWII Air Raid siren howling for a few seconds. Then "Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin hits with fireworks exploding from left to right at the entrance and we can just see him see him standing at the entrance with his hands on his hips looking cocky and confident. With the arena still dark Strobe lights turn on with blue, red and green lasers going beserk in every direction. It's hard to see him as he is only a shadow,he makes his way to the ring but once in the ring a spotlight is planted on him. He makes his way to the top turnbuckle and does his worship sign before doing a backflip down to the mat.
Jessica: In the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, standing in at six feet and two inches, hailing from Melbourne Australia: Matt Summers!
Matt Summers V Charlie Wayne
Bell Sounds. Matt and Charlie meet up in the centre of the ring. Both men look confident, as Matt throws a right hand at Charlie, who ducks and slaps Matt in the back of the head. Matt smirks a little, and turns to face Charlie once more. Charlie, laughing a little, ducks the forthcoming right hand from Matt, and this time, shoves his foe away from him. Matt, losing his cool, rushes at Charlie and throws a wild left clothesline, which Charlie ducks again. This time, Charlie locks his arms around his challengers waist, and throws him to the mat, slapping the back of his head a few times, again. The crowd pops to Charlie’s behaviour, as Matt climbs to his feet, pissed off. Matt rushes at Charlie again and looks for a cross body, but again Charlie side steps, and watches Matt crash and burn. Charlie quickly grabs Matt and hoists him to his feet, sick of playing with him, and delivers a few of his own right hands. Charlie whips Matt across the ring into the turnbuckle, and races at him. Matt lifts his foot, but Charlie ducks under it, and throws his leg on his shoulder. Charlie grabs Matt in a powerbomb position, and lifts him from the corner and walks to the middle of the ring, and powerbombs him onto the canvas, hard. Charlie straddles Matt and unloads with several elbows and forearms to the face and throat of his foe, before rolling off him, and smiling to the crowd. Matt climbs to his feet and watches Charlie a little, as he returns to the look. Matt rushes at Charlie and slides between his legs, popping up from behind him, however Charlie grabs him and delivers an elbow to the stomach, and then to his temple. The two blows almost knock Matt off his back, but Charlie connects with a hip throw on his foe, sending Matt right back to his back. Charlie grabs Matt and hoists him to his feet, and whips him across the ring again, this time taking him down with a powerful clothesline.
Kerry: Man oh man Josh, Charlie Wayne just has Matt Summer’s number tonight!
Josh: What is he even doing here, on Hardcore Impact!?
Charlie pulls Matt to his feet, and is caught off guard as he rakes the eyes, forcing Charlie off him. Matt rushes at him, and throws a wild right armed clothesline, this time Charlie ducks, and locks him arms around his waist. Popping his hips, Charlie connects with a big german suplex, but keeps his arms locked tight. Charlie drags Matt to his feet once more, and connects with a second german suplex; this one more powerful than the last. With the crowd firmly behind him, Charlie hoists and drags the lifeless body of Matt Summers to his feet once more, and hits a third german suplex. After the third suplex, Charlie climbs to his feet, and stalks the lifeless body in the middle of the ring, a smile on his face. Charlie grabs Matt and drags the lifeless body up, onto his shoulder. Charlie walks around the ring, and drops Matt face first onto the top turnbuckle, slamming his face onto the padded steel ring. Matt’s head snaps back at the impact, and Charlie capitalises, as he turns him around and hits a spinebuster, into the turnbuckles. Matt crumbles after the vile attack, and falls flat on his face. Charlie grabs him, and drags him into the middle of the ring, where he proceeds to connect with an elbow drop to the back of his challenger’s head. Charlie covers Matt, who manages to kick out after a long two count. Charlie grabs Matt once again, and lifts him to his feet, but Matt again rakes the eyes, and shoves him backwards onto the ropes. With a rush of adrenalin, Matt races at Charlie, looking to clothesline him over the top rope. Yet again, Charlie counters Matt’s attempts at offence, and dumps him over the top rope. Matt manages to land however, on the apron, and grabs Charlie around his neck from behind. Matt, in a vile attack, drops to the mats on the outside, and brings Charlie down onto the top rope, across the back of his neck. Charlie’s head bends back in an awkward manner, as he is flung forwards onto the mat, not moving. Matt looks at Charlie in the ring, as the referee begins his count, and attempts to check on Charlie whilst doing so. Matt paces back and forth for a few moments, and watches as Charlie begins to get to his feet, the count almost up to seven now. Matt looks at the crowd, and shakes his head, as he begins up the ramp way, and to the backstage area. Charlie gets to his feet as he hears the nine count, and looks around for Matt, spotting him disappearing into the backstage area as the referee reaches his ten count, and asks for the bell.
Winner of the match, via count-out: Charlie Wayne.
Charlie gets to his feet properly, and has his hand raised by the referee, but he quickly lowers his hand, breaking free of the referee’s grip. He looks around at the roaring crowd, unsatisfied, and slowly exits the ring, holding his neck a little.
--COMMERCIAL--
The Aussie Battler theme song hits the arena and Aussie Battler makes his way down to the ring.
Jessica Lock: Standing in at six feet and six inches weighing in at three hundred pounds from Country, Australia, Aussie Battler
Cowboys from Hell by Pantera hits the arena and Mike Miller steps out onto the stage and makes his way down to the ring.
Jessica Lock: Standing in at six feet even weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds from Manhattan, New York, Mike Miller!
Mike Miller V Aussie Battler
Bell Sounds. Both men circle the ring once, and lock up in the centre of the ring. Mike quickly gets the advantage, with a side head lock and forced Aussie Battler backwards onto the ropes, pushing him across the ring. Aussie bounces off the ropes and takes Mike down with a shoulder block, as both men stare at each other for a moment. Battler races off into the ropes as Mike nips up to his feet, Battler races back across the ring and Mike leap frogs over him, dropping to his stomach straight after. Battler bounces off the ropes again, and drops down with an elbow to Mike’s stomach, however he rolls to the side and dodges the attack. Mike hops up to his feet and rushes at Battler, who is laying on his stomach. Mike pounces on him with a falling forearm smash, and unloads with several forearms to the spine and ribs of his opponent. Mike grabs him and pulls him to his feet, whipping him across the ring with some speed, and grabs Battler as he bounces off the ropes, hitting a belly to belly suplex in a swift motion. Battler lands at the ropes and rolls out of the ring, as Mike climbs back to his feet. Battler gets to his feet slowly, as Mike makes his way to the ropes. He springboards himself over the top rope and connects with a flying cross body on the unsuspecting Aussie Battler, as both men go down on the outside. Mike yells at some crowd members, before grabbing Aussie Battler and rolling him into the ring. Mike makes his way straight up onto the top turnbuckle, and smirks as he watches Battler, in the ring. Battler gets to his feet and turns to face him, as Mike dives into the air for a diving neck breaker. Aussie spots the high flying move this time, and hits a big time drop kick, sending him to his back with some brute force.
Kerry: Oh, very nice counter there by Aussie Battler.
Aussie gets to his feet as Mike makes his way to the corner on his knees, holding his chest. Aussie spots him and rushes at him, squashing him into the corner, face first. Mike falls backwards into the ring, flat on his back as Battler grabs him, and drags him to the middle of the ring. Battler follows up with not one, but two leg drops across the throat and then face of Miller’s, before covering him for a two count. Battler hoists Mike up, to his feet and pushes him into the corner, and unloads with some stinging, loud chops to the chest of his foe. Mike buckles over after nearly ten chops, but hasn’t got time to catch his breath, as he is whipped across the ring into the far turnbuckle. Aussie rushes at him, but Mike counters any attack, by diving over him, and landing behind Aussie. Battler turns and connects with a right elbow to the face of Mike Miller, who stumbles backwards a few times. Battler rushes at Mike looking for a clothesline, but Mike dodges it, and hits a swift back cracker, centre of the ring. Mike rolls Aussie over and covers him, for a two count. Miller drags Aussie up to his feet, however Battler breaks his grip, and hits a scoop slam. Aussie kneels down at Mike’s face and unloads with a flurry of big right hands, right to the face of Miller, before lifting him to his feet. Aussie Battler whips Mike into the ropes again, and races off into the opposite direction; looking for his finishing move, the Running Boomerang. Aussie throws his elbow right at the face of Mike, however he manages to duck under it, just, and continues on into the ropes, picking up some serious speed now. Battler turns and begins looks to shoulder barge his challenger, but Mike dives into the air, and hits an impressive over head neckbreaker, sending Battler to his back, with some speed.
Kerry: Whoa, what a counter to the Running Boomerang! This match up couldn’t be more even, it is a shame that James Kash can’t compete here tonight, imagine the match up then!
Josh: It is a shame, however he can’t compete tonight though.
Mike climbs back to his feet, and starts to get fired up, as Battler climbs to his feet, holding his head. Battler turns and walks right into Mike, who hits a swift kick to the midsection of Aussie. Mike sets up Battler for a twist of fate, but Aussie counters; he grabs his arm and twists him around, into a hammer lock. Mike throws a quick right elbow at Aussie, but it’s dodged, as Mike turns and Battler grabs him and drives his knee into the stomach of his opponent. Mike buckles over as Aussie grabs him for a belly to belly suplex. He connects with it, and holds onto him as much as possible, and climbs to his feet. Aussie, going for his trademarked three-belly to belly suplexes, looks for a second one, but Mike head butts him, and breaks free of his grip. Mike grabs Aussie and hits his trademarked move, the twist of fate, and lays out Aussie, in the centre of the ring. Mike climbs to his feet very slowly, and stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle, looking at the prone Aussie Battler. Mike steps up onto the top turnbuckle and looks for his finishing manoeuvre, a shooting star leg drop; Air Extreme. Mike dives into the air and flips over, executing his finisher flawlessly, but Aussie manages to roll out of the way, forcing Mike to crash and burn. The crowd pops big time, as James Kash comes running down the ramp way. Kash slides into the ring, and grabs Aussie Battler, he flattens him with a big right hand, and then turns his attention to Mike Miller. Kash grabs him, and hoists him up, onto his shoulders as he connects with his finisher; The down Payment.
Match Declared a draw via interference.
Kash smirks and delivers a straight kick to the face of Mike Miller, before stomping away at him, keeping him grounded. He turns back to Aussie Battler and lifts him up to his feet, and connects with his other finisher, The ReBirth. The crowd goes silent, as Kash stands over both Mike and Aussie in the ring, both men laid out flat.
Kerry: Good god, the man’s neck isn’t even sore.
Kash cracks his neck a few more times, and makes his way to the staff, and grabs a microphone. He stands in the middle of the ring, holding the microphone in one hand, and his neck in the other.
Kash: Ok, are you happy now Bruce? I think it’s time to pay your most valuable player here on Impact, because I just wrestled; and I know that all these fans won’t forget my impact debut tonight.
Bruce Page’s music hits the speakers, and Bruce makes his way out onto the stage, with a microphone in hand. He is smiling, and looks down at the ring, somewhat impressed and pleased.
Bruce: You know James, I think you and I will get on quite well here. I must say I am impressed you fought past your … injury, to earn yourself some more money. It’s not like your –cough-greedy-cough- too badly hurt, so I think next week, I will definetly have you in action, no matter what your doctor certificates say!
Kash: Oh please Bruce, I could’ve injured myself even more here tonight, just trying to make an honest earnings-
Bruce: -Honest! Hah, you call jumping two guys who have been in a hellacious bout ‘and honest earnings’? You seem to have suffered some brain damage from that crash, I see. But do not worry, next week you will have to fight past any injuries you may have provoked here tonight, because next week it will be: James Kash taking on Aussie Battler AND Mike Miller, in a handicap match!
The crowd erupts as James looks at Bruce in disgust, and yells at him from the ring. Bruce smiles, and makes his way backstage.
Kerry: WHOA! Big time match made for next week Josh! Can’t wait for that one next week!
Josh: This is ridiculous, Kerry. Bruce Page just wants to humiliate him here on Impact, this is pathetic!
--COMMERCIAL--
Kerry: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, well we are nearing the end of tonight’s BIG show, and we have just one more competition left; and that is Marcus Marshall taking on Charlie Titan. These two men have face off in the past, and we know that this confrontation will be one of their most amazing bouts!
Josh: Oh I cant wait to see this one Kerry! These two men should have one hell of a match up here, to end one hell of a show here tonight!
Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin hits the arena and Team Titan steps out onto the stage and makes their way down to the ring.
Jessica Lock: Weighing in at 235 pounds from Queens, New York, Charlie Titan!
Come out with smoke at the stage, than 4 flames goes off on each side of the ramp way as I walk down, goes in the ring and taunts the crowd
Jessica: In the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds, standing in at six foot, one inch, hailing from Chicago, Illinois: Marcus Marshall!
MAIN EVENT
Marcus Marshall V Charlie Titan
Marcus Marshall V Charlie Titan
Bell Sounds. Both meet up in the centre of the ring, a smile on their faces, as they talk a little trash. Neither man makes any move, as they talk a little more trash, before backing off a little and circling the ring. Marshall and Titan lock up with one hand each, but Marshall quickly drives his knee into the stomach of Titan, and buckles him over. With their hands still locked up, Titan quickly retaliates by driving his knee into the stomach of Marshall, before standing and driving his elbow into the face of Marshall’s face. Marcus stumbles back a little as Titan charges at him, but is quickly taken down with a top hold take down. Marshall stands as Charlie rolls over and looks up at Marcus. Marshall reaches down and grabs Titan and lifts him to his feet, and whips him across the ring. Marshall connects with a back elbow on Titan as he bounces off the ropes, and slams onto his back, hard. Marshall wastes no time as he delivers a standing elbow drop to the chest of Titan, stomping away at him straight after. Marshall grabs Titan and hoists him up onto his feet, but Charlie quickly counters his offence, with a head butt. Both men stumble back after the attack, and it is Marshall who acts first. He rushes at Charlie, but is sidestepped, and guided over the top rope. Marshall manages to land on the apron, as Charlie grabs him, and locks him up for a suplex. Charlie lifts him up into a vertical position, but Marshall manages to shift his weight, and lands on the apron. With a swift motion, Marcus suplexes Charlie overhead, and tosses him onto the mats outside, as he lands on his feet and stumbles forwards into the barricade. Marshall, still on the apron, turns and looks at the damage, before lining up his challenger, and dives off the apron for an elbow drop. He connects, and drives his elbow into the heart of his opponent, who is now laid out flat on the mats on the outside. Marshall, aware of the count rolls in the ring to stop the count, but quickly rolls back outside. He grabs Titan and rolls him into the ring, as he smirks at the crowd a little.
Kerry: Wow, things aren’t quite going in Charlie’s favour.
Josh: That’s because Marcus Marshall is the better man, Kerry.
Marshall rolls into the ring and covers Titan, hooking the inside leg, but only gets a two count. Marshall grabs Titan by his hair and hoists him to his feet, and whips him into the corner, with some power. Charlie slams into the turnbuckle hard, and is given no time to recover as Marshall races at him. Titan rolls out of the way at the last moment and sends Marshall crashing into the top turnbuckle. He stumbles backwards into the middle of the ring as Titan stands, and shakes the cobwebs loose. He smirks a little and rushes at his foe, taking him down with a sickening jumoing clothesline. The impact sends the crowd into a frenzy, as Titan tries to work his way back into the match. He stomps away at Marshall a few times, before he lifts him up onto his knees. Clenching his right fist extra tight, Charlie unleashes several big, stiff right hands to his opponent, and knocks the very life out of him, each time he connects. Charlie finally stops, as he spots Marcus barely able to stay upright on his knees, and lifts him to his feet. Charlie grabs him and whips him across the ring, but Marshall holds on, and pulls him back into him, twisting Titan’s arm and stepping behind him, throwing his right boot up into the face of Charlie. Titan manages to duck under the kick, but Marshall doesn’t let up; throwing a very wild left handed haymaker, which Titan too manages to duck. In a swift motion, Charlie jumps up and connects with a hurricarana on Marcus Marshall, and sends him flying to the mat, in the corner. Marcus rolls over onto one knee, and looks at Charlie Titan, who is overly happy with himself in the middle of the ring. Marcus stands and the two men meet up in the centre of the ring once again, this time the trash talking a lot more intense, as both men go nose-to-nose. Marcus pushes Charlie away, as Charlie ducks a quick right hand from Marcus, and slaps him across the face. Marshall snaps, and in an instance, tackles Charlie to the ground and unloads with wild rights and lefts, elbows and headbutts. He makes the utmost of the referee’s count, as he rolls off him, and stomps away at his long time rival. The crowd goes quite as Marshall is relentless, stomping away at him with sheer ferociousness.
Kerry: Looks like that slap just set off Marcus Marshall, Charlie might regret that later.
Marcus lifts Charlie to his feet and whips him across the ring, taking him down with a running side kick as Titan bounces off the ropes. Titan’s head snaps back as he falls to the mat, and again rolls out of the ring. Marshall doesn’t even hesitate, as he rolls out after him, and grabs him by his hair. He smirks a little and guides Titan over to the steel steps, and drives his knee into the midsection of Charlie once more. With a sickening, and loud bang, Marcus Marshall slams Charlie’s head down onto the steel steps several times, each time the sick, demented smile on his face grows, until he spots what he wanted: blood. With the referee’s count almost at seven, Marcus grabs Charlie’s head, and slams it into the ring post, before rolling him into the ring. Marcus rolls in right after him, and covers him quickly, only getting a long two count. Marcus, a little frustrated, straddles Charlie’s neck and unloads with big right hands to the open wound on Titan’s forehead, where blood is now escaping. Marshall rolls off him, and hoists Titan to his feet. He lifts him up, and hits an Orton backbreaker, centre of the ring as Titan just drops to his back, motionless. Marcus gets the referee to check on Titan, as he rips off a turnbuckle cover. The referee checks on Titan, as Marcus shoves him aside and lifts him up to his feet, and leads him over to the exposed turnbuckle. Smiling broadly, Marcus slams Titan’s head down once on the exposed steel, as Titan becomes a bloodied, lifeless mass. Titan, with a last bit of effort, grabs Marcus’ head, and slams it onto the turnbuckle once, hard. The impact just manages to bust open Marshall, as both men stumble out of the corner into the middle of the ring, where Titan connects with a DDT on his foe and opponent. Both men go down, as the referee begins his count. One … two … three … four … five … six … seven … eight … nine … the count is stopped, as both men make it to one knee, in the middle of the ring. Marshall, clearly still having the advantage, grabs Titan, and drives his boot into the stomach of Charlie, and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Titan manages to squirm free, and lands behind his opponent, pushing him forwards into the exposed turnbuckle once more. Both Titan and Marshall stumble backwards, this time though Charlie grabs Marcus’ head and slams it into the exposed steel, once more. Charlie quickly rolls up Marcus for a sneak pin one … two …. but no, Marshall gets his shoulder up. both men get up to their feet, the adrenalin running strong now, as they begin to slug it out. Back and forth blows are exchanged, until Marcus ducks a big right from Charlie, and gets a back slide pin one …two ……but no, Charlie gets his shoulder up. Charlie rolls over his head as Mashall turns and gets to one knee, where Marshall pulls Titan’s legs out from under him, and flips over his body one … two … but Titan bridges, and gets his shoulders up, just in time. Titan lifts both himself and Marshall to a standing position and turns around, before diving over Marshall’s shoulder for a pin one … two … but no, Marshall shifts his weight one … two ….. but no, Titan manages to sneak on a surprise ankle lock on his foe, and applies enough pressure to get him off him. Titan climbs up to his feet and stands over Marcus, as he applies more pressure and listens to his opponent scream in pain. Marshall rolls over his shoulder and throws Titan onto the second rope, chocking him on impact. Marcus stands and grabs Titan, and rolls backwards over his shoulders one … two ….. three.
Winner of the match, via pinfall: Marcus Marshall.
Marcus stands in the ring as Charlie gets to one knee, both men bloodied and beaten, until KnicKy’s music hits the speakers. Both men look up at the stage, and spot KnicKy, as he makes his way down the ramp, in a flowered button up shirt, and some long pants. KnicKy slides into the ring and smiles at both the men, before shaking hands with Marcus Marshall, congratulating him. He turns to Charlie and signals ‘so close’ before grabbing a microphone off a staff member. He smiles at both men, as they stand either side of him, before speaking.
KnicKy: You guys didn’t forget about my celebration that I had planned tonight, did you? ‘Cause I mean, you guys are just in time! You see, at any point now, some very fine ladies will make their way down that ramp way, so we can celebrate.
Marcus and Charlie look at each other, and then at KnicKy, who is still smiling broadly, his title draped over his shoulder.
KnicKy: Yes, I said we. Why wouldn’t I wanna party with you guys? Charlie, if it weren’t for you, then I wouldn’t have had to put up a fight to get this thing, and well Marcus: you and I will be fighting for this title later, so let’s get this party started.
Some overly corny party music begins to play as KnicKy laughs a little and looks up at the stage. Charlie and Marcus turn their attention to the stage, awaiting the ladies. KnicKy’s smile slowly fades, as nobody appears, and suddenly he strikes Charlie in the side of the head with his microphone. Charlie crumbles to the mat as KnicKy laughs a little, and looks at Marcus. Both men laugh at it, until KnicKy strikes Marshall in the face with the microphone, sending him to the mat. He drops his title, and rips off his shirt, before grabbing Marcus, and lifting him to his feet. Smirking at the crowd, he proceeds to hit his finisher, the 47-15 on Marcus Marshall, before climbing to his feet, and looking down at the carnage in the ring. He grabs Charlie, and sets him up for a 47-15 over the belt, and connects with it, laying him out flat. KnicKy stands, and grabs his title and his microphone.
KnicKy: You guys didn’t really think I’d actually party with you, did you? Why on Earth would I lower myself to partying with you two, when I could mislead both of you, and have a lot more fun ‘celebrating’?
KnicKy drops his microphone, as he looks down at the carnage, and then his blood covered title. He smirks, and makes his way up onto the turnbuckle, as he raises his arms in the air, his music hitting the speakers once more. KnicKy returns to the middle of the ring, and in an over-done moment, falls to his knees and raises his title above his head, with both hands. Fireworks shoot off from above the ring, as KnicKy smiles broadly at the crowd, returning to his feet slowly. The fireworks continue as KnicKy circles the ring, showing the crowd his title, and pointing to the carnage in the ring.
-END SHOW-