BattleZone: Return to Prominence (1/19)

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IMDbWE Presents:
BattleZone: Return to Prominence
January 19, 2008
Oracle Arena in Oakland California

Matches in red, i have. matches in white, i have yet to recive.


[glow=red,2,300]IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
River Daniels vs. Seth Jacobs[/glow]


[glow=red,2,300]IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
Alex Lackey vs. D-Day[/glow]


[glow=red,2,300]IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
Guerrero Hernandez vs. Destroyer[/glow]


[glow=red,2,300]IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
Carlos Perez vs. Axl Massario[/glow]


IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
Collaso vs. Ricky Davis


IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
Royce Hamilton vs. Headhunter


[glow=red,2,300]IMDbWE Championship Tournament 1st Round Match
James Macarther vs. Vampire[/glow]


[glow=red,2,300]Wet & Wild Battle Royale Match
Darla Conley VS Ghetto Pollard VS Bytch VS Maxima Taylors[/glow]


Non Title Match
The Reynolds vs. LondonX


[glow=red,2,300]Debut Match
Steven Steel w/ Kalicia Towers VS. Kid Dynomite[/glow]

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Jen: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, world famous english recording artist, MORRISSEY!

Morrissey with his band are seen in the ring with the gear. Mozzer approaches the mic.

Morrissey: lades and gentlemen. it's a pleasure to be here at the WWE.... (gives a smile that shows he is joking and knows exactly where he is) Normally I don't care for wrestling, but I can feel your cause. I know exactly how it feels to be destroyed like when I went to trail with Joyce and Rourke and lost. You feel empty, ready to give up. Just as you felt when you got attacked here. But like me, you guys rose to your feet. Now... It's time to shine, TOGETHER.
The song I would like to sing is.... "Sorrow will come in the end"



Legalized theft
Leaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
(Somehow expecting no less)
A court of justice
With no use for Truth
Lawyer ...liar
Lawyer ...liar
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But Sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze
Frantic for Fame
They're all on the game
They just use a different name
You lied
And you were believed
By a J.P. senile and vile
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But Sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
A man who slits throats
Has time on his hands
And I'm gonna get you
So don't close your eyes
Don't ever close your eyes
You think you've won
OH NO

There is a silhouette of a kid at his computer surfing the internet.

Fan: All right! Go Hunter! Wait………..what the………………… NO!??!?!

The screen goes completely black.

River: All was gone.

Axl: Nothing left.

Guerrero: Total chaos.

Headhunter: Anarchy running rampant.

Lackey: Riots in the streets.

Vampire: We almost got lost in the shuffle.

A light bulb is clicked on, and there are all six men are standing around a table.

River: Then, we found the light at the end of the tunnel.

Axl: We bounced back like it was nothing.

Guerrero: We were at our lowest low, but as almost always…

Headhunter: Out of the darkness comes light.

Lackey: Yeah, we were almost killed. But you know what?

Vampire: The show must go on.

River: So here we are. Back from the dead again.

Axl: Our grand homecoming.

Guerrero: Our revisited fame.

Headhunter: Our arrival of celebrity.

Lackey: Our departure of obscurity.

Vampire: And our return to prominence.

The pyro goes off in the Oracle Arena in Oakland as the fans cheer louder than before at the return of the IMDbWE. Cameras pan over the crowd with their signs:

Royce-y Baby!

Vampire: Next Champ!

It’s Lackey’s D-Day!

I wanna father Darla’s kids!

Before coming to Cole & Jazz.

Cole: Welcome everybody to IMDbWE BattleZone: Return to Prominence! I’m Michael Cole alongside Jazz, and what a comeback show we have!

Jazz: Ever since 2008 started, we have been chomping at the bit to get this puppy underway, and now the moment is here! We pulled off another comeback, man!

Cole: A few weeks ago, Spawn was stripped of the championship due to the obvious circumstances. That same moment, a tournament was announced consisting of 14 IMDbWE wrestlers to see who deserves it next.

Jazz: I’ve looked at the brackets, and we got great matchups and stars here. Ranging from Destroyer to Seth Jacobs, this will go down in history here tonight.

Cole: And let’s not forget the non tournament bouts. The Reynolds will face LondonX in a huge non-title bout.

Jazz: And the Wet & Wild diva match! I’m going to absolutely love that!

Cole: And to start things off, here is the debut of Steven Steel.

Jazz: I’m pumped man. Let’s get this thing underway!


"Live to Win" by Paul Stanley hits on the titantron and the crowd begins to cheer loudly. Kid Dynomite walks out from the backstage area.

JENNIFER: "The following is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 175 pounds... Kid Dynomite!"

JAZZ: "That's the winless Kid Dynomite."

COLE: "True enough, Jazz. But Kid Dynomite always puts his heart into the match, even if he always loses."

Kid Dynomite slaps hands with some of the fans on the way down to the ring and then slides inside. He then anxiously waits for his opponent. "The Way I Are" by Timbaland begins to play and Steven Steel walks out with Kalicia Towers right behind him.

JENNIFER: "And the opponent, being accompanied by Kalicia Towers, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, and weighing in at 260 pounds... Steven Steel!"

COLE: "Steven Steel and his woman, Kalicia Towers."

JAZZ: "Oh my goodness, look at Kalicia. She has got the body of a goddess if you know what I mean."

The fans start to boo. Steven and Kalicia pay absolutely no attention to the crowd. Steven stops on the way to the ring and looks at a fat man sitting in the front seat with a hotdog in his hand.

COLE: "What is he doing?"

JAZZ: "I don't know."

Steven flexes at the fat man. The fat man just stands there a little bit embarrased.

COLE: "Okay, that was just plain rude!"

JAZZ: "Well, if he ever tries that with me... well let's just say if he tried it with me he wouldn't do it again after."

Steven gets in the ring and Kalicia walks around to the side and starts yelling at the fans. Steven circles the ring.

BELL RINGS

COLE: "Here we go, the match is officially underway!"

Steven and Dynomite lock arms in the middle of the ring and Steven overpowers him into the turnbuckle. He holds him there for a few seconds and the ref orders him off. Steven then argues with the ref for a few seconds and turns around just to get spin kicked right in the face by Dynomite. Dynomite then starts punching Steven in the head. Steven backs up into the other turnbuckle and Dynomite starts chopping away at Steven's upper chest.

JAZZ: "Steel though he had an early advantage in this match, but now Kid Dynomite seems to be giving it to him."

Dynomite continues to chop away until Steven grabs his arm and pulls him back face first into the turnbuckle. Steven then quickly goes for a roll-up pin. He puts his legs on the ropes for extra balance.

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TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

Dynomite kicks out. Steven starts yelling at the referee.

STEEL: "What the hell was that? Count faster!"

COLE: "Oh come on, he's just doing his job!"

JAZZ: "Besides, he was cheating anyways."

Kalicia then yells.

TOWERS: "Come on ref!"

COLE: "Wow, I think these two will do anything to win."

Steven then gets Dynomite back to his feet and gives him a belly to belly. Steven quickly runs over to him and goes for the pin...

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TWO!

KICKOUT!

Dynomite manages to kick out yet again and Steven puts his hands on his head in frustration.

COLE: "What a baby!"

Dynomite gets back to his feet and dodges a clothesline from Steven. He then crossbody's on to Steven but is caught in mid air. Steven sidewalk slams him down to the mat and goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Dynomite kicks out yet again. Steven gets back up and walks over to the other corner. Dynomite gets back to his feet and Steven runs for the spear but Dynomite jumps over top of Steven, who then turns around and is hurricarana'd by Dynomite. Dynomite goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

COLE: "Just a split second away from Dynomite's first win!"

JAZZ: "Wouldn't that be something!"

Steven gets back to his feet and Dynomite starts to kick him all over his body. Steven grabs his kicking leg, lifts him up, and spinebusters him down to the mat. He goes for another pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

COLE: "Almost, but almost doesn't count!"

Steven walks out of the ring and starts digging under the ring while Dynomite lays in the middle of the ring. Steven starts dragging all kinds of different weapons out from under the ring. A trash can, sledgehammer, chair, and a table.

JAZZ: "What the hell is he doing?"

COLE: "He's obviously looking for a weapon."

Steven grabs the chair and looks to enter the ring. The ref stands over by the ropes and starts yelling at him not to. Dynomite gets back up and Kalicia sneaks into the ring and quietly low-blows him without his attention. Kalicia sneaks out of the ring and Steven lets go of the chair.

COLE: "They had this planned all along!"

JAZZ: "Well if it wins them matches then good for them."

Steven re-enters the ring and the ref sees Dynomite still laid out on the floor. Steven goes overtop of him and locks in the Steel Torture System. Dynomite fights for only a few seconds and then quickly taps.

COLE: "This match wasn't even fair!"

BELL RINGS

"The Way I Are" starts playing again.

JENNIFER: "Here is your winner... Steven Steel!"

Kalicia gets in the ring and raises Steven's hand. The crowd boos for Steven and Kalicia. The two leave the ring and walk backstage.

JAZZ: "Well... at least they had a good debut."

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Collaso VS Davis

Winner: "Ricky Davis at 14:23 via RSO.

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Bawitaba comes on as D-Day comes out to a mixed reaction. He looks at all the fans in the arena as he walks down the ramp.

Jennifer: The following contest is a first round matchup in the IMDbWE Championship tournament! Introducing first: D-Day!

Cole: Here comes D-Day! The former champion looks to beat Alex Lackey here tonight at Reboot, and move one step closer to regaining what he lost a year and a half ago.

Jazz: No Cole, he just entered this for shits and giggles. Of course he wants to beat the hell out of Lackey! And if he beats him hard enough, he might impress IMDbWE officials enough to give him the bye to the finals.

Cole: Right. Or maybe Alex Lackey can receive that bye somehow. If Rey Mysterio can win a world championship, if Hornswaggle can keep dodging punishment, then Lackey can make D-Day look like a punk.

Jazz: Whatever Cole. You are adopted. Nobody cares what you say.

Hurt by Ten Ton Brick hits, and the crowd is confused, but out comes Alex Lackey charged up for his match. He goes to both sides of the stage and interacts with the fans, showing off his briefcase as well before going down the ramp. He points at D-Day and then signals ‘you’re outta here!’ He rolls into the ring, and goes on the ropes to give the crowd photo opps. He comes back and stares at D-Day.

Jennifer: And his opponent: “The Adrenaline Rush”, Alex Lackey!

Cole:Like I said, a win for Lackey here tonight could boost his career dramatically! All the matches he has been in over the years, this is one receiving top billing for importance.

Jazz: Well, D-Day also. He has more experience in the IMDbWE, let alone the heavyweight division. Lackey just announced he wanted the big one in October, and he only got his feet wet a tiny bit winning that there briefcase he is grasping onto.

Cole: Right. That is his plan, if he can’t win the tournament. Will he cash it in after our finals next month? It would be good strategy if it’s a hard fought matchup.

DING DING DING!

Alex & D-Day circle around the ring a bit before a daring Alex Lackey approaches D-Day, and goes for a hard clothesline, but D-Day backs up, and Alex almost lands flat on his face. He regains his position, but D-Day comes at him with a hard right hand, then lifting up with a military press. He throws Alex up, but Alex adjusts himself in mid-air, and dropkicks D-Day in the back. He goes over to him, but D-Day with a back elbow sends Alex reeling.

He gets up, and gets Lackey in a sleeper hold. D-Day squeezes and squeezes, but Lackey soon kicks D-Day in the kneecap with his heel, making D-Day let go. Alex goes off the ropes for momentum, but D-Day quickly reverses Alex’s attack into a flapjack. D-Day stomps at Alex’s legs for the earlier dropkick, and then grabs his right leg. He tries to put it into a submission hold, but Alex slips out at the last minute. He goes behind, and chops down D-Day with intense kicks to the back of the knees. D-Day now on his knees, Alex hops over him, off the ropes, and delivers a shining wizard.

Cole: Good offence from both competitors here! It’s always interesting when a heavyweight and an X division star lock up in the ring.

Jazz: Real early though. And Lackey, he always tries to go fast pace. Boom boom boom. I can’t think of another guy that can do that.

Cole: That’s how he won the tag and X division championships, the money in the bank case, and other accolades. Hell of a competitor.

Jazz: Well, how about D-Day? Big men rarely lose to little guys. That’s why I think the only way D-Day might lose is by DQ.

Lackey keeps on delivering knees to the face of D-Day. Then, he just sits up, and charges after Alex. He dodges. D-Day in another direction and Alex rolls out of the way again. D-Day then stays put, and tells Lackey to come to him. Alex becomes a smart ass and sits in the turnbuckle opposite corner of D-Day, and lounges there. D-Day gets pissed off, and charges at Alex again, once there, Alex jumps off, and hits a sunset flip on D-Day, into a pin attempt!

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Kick out. Lackey springs up, and springboards off the middle rope into a lionsault. But D-Day gets the knees up! Hurting Alex’s abdominal area, as well as D-Day’s knees Alex attacked earlier. Both men get up, as D-Day slaps the taste out of Alex’s mouth. Alex goes into the corner favoring the left side of his face. He runs at Lackey, and splashes him in the corner while giving a bell clap, and Alex collapses.

D-Day then picks Alex up by the hair, and sends him off the ropes, and goes for a clothesline but Alex ducks under and goes off the other set of ropes, and hits a cross body. Lackey to his feet afterwards, and plants a ground shooting star press on D-Day. Goes off the middle rope again, and turns into a leg drop, barely getting his calf to D-Day’s head. D-Day gets up after the leg drop, and grabs a hold of Alex, and delivers a swinging side slam. He then goes over to Lackey and locks on a cobra clutch type move.

Jazz: That a way, baby! Squeeze!

Cole: Lackey isn’t too impressive now.

D-Day keeps on Lackey with the hold digging into the neck and lower back. Alex almost gives in to the pressure, but all of a sudden elbows D-Day in the head. He does it again, and again, then D-Day lets go of the hold. Lackey gets off the mat quickly, and goes off the middle rope yet again, and spins around to catch D-Day, and puts him into a swinging DDT! D-Day is immediately up from the rebound, as Alex actually lifts up D-Day, and hits him with a free flow fireman’s carry. D-Day is sitting on the canvas, and Alex runs to him, and hits a neck snap.

He gets D-Day up, and goes off the ropes for another clothesline attempt, but D-Day counters it into a jumping arm bar! He gets lackey up now, and sends him flying off the ropes, and launches Alex in the air into a huge Samoan drop! He picks Lackey up again, and puts him in position for a side slam, but then goes into a fall away slam. Then, he drags Alex by the hair to the middle of the ring, and goes back to work on the legs of Lackey. He smashes his knees into the mat, and stomps at the calf muscles, until relenting a bit.

He then goes in, picks up Alex, and sets him on the top buckle. D-Day positions himself, and launches Alex off the corner almost all the way across the ring! Alex uses the ropes nearby to try to help himself up, and gets to his feet seeing D-Day across the ring from him. D-Day charges, and Alex gets out of the way, and D-Day uses his right foot to stop himself from crashing in the corner, and surprisingly gets his left leg up to deliver a shuffle kick to Alex! Lackey is still standing, holding onto the ropes, until D-Day gets a hold of him again.

He tucks Alex in, and lifts him up for a hard power bomb. Then, another lift up, two power bombs! And yet another lift up! Three consecutive power bombs! He then mounts Alex, and starts delivering rights and lefts like no tomorrow. Until after a right hand, Alex head butts D-Day and he gets off holding his nose. He charges D-Day, forcing him into a corner, and delivers a hard knee to the stomach. He goes out a little bit, and monkey flips D-Day out of the corner.

D-Day gets up, and sees Alex charging at him, but hits him with a shoulder block. He then drops a hard elbow onto Lackey, and gets up and does that again. But while D-Day is down, Alex hits two hard right hands to his face, and both men get up to their feet. Lackey hooks D-Day in, and hits the Complete Shot STO. He bounces off the canvas to face up position. Lackey goes up top, and tries a 450 splash, and it does compute! Cover!

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Kick out.

Cole: Close call after that amazing 450! D-Day dominating, but just when he almost has Alex, the former X champ has something up his sleeve.

Jazz: I’m surprised Lackey hasn’t given yet. Maybe he can hang with the big boys. Or he will just get shot down over the ocean.

Cole: Jazz, he can hold his own. I don’t know if you can even call this one an upset if Lackey won. I know I wouldn’t.

Jazz: That’s because you dream of stroking his cock every night.

Alex Lackey: EEWWW! I heard that! You sick fuck!

Lackey gets focused back to the action, and goes over to D-Day, who hits a huge atomic drop on Alex. Sends Lackey off the ropes, and Alex comes back, jumps up, and catches D-Day off guard with a hurricanrana! Both men quickly back up, Alex tries a side headlock. This doesn’t last long as D-Day hits Alex hard in the stomach to get him to let him go. He hooks him in for a DDT, but hooks the arms, and hits it then. He picks Lackey up, and sets him up in the corner. But, he goes to the top while Alex is in the corner. He gets Alex’s head, and gives a top rope cutter!

Lackey is down in the middle of the ring, as D-Day goes up top again. He gets to the top, and flies off with a hard elbow, he hits it! The cover after.

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Kick out! D-Day argues with the referee that it was a three count, while Alex slowly gets up. He goes to the turnbuckle quietly, while D-Day still argues. He gives up the fight with the referee, and turns around to find Alex on top. He leaps off, and hits a flying leg drop bulldog! But Alex soon after grabs his chest in pain from that hard elbow D-Day just gave him not but a minute ago. D-Day gets to his feet soon enough, and plants Alex with a hard uppercut to the left side of his jaw.

He picks him up on his shoulders, and he walks around the ring, showcasing his strength to lift up Alex. He goes to the middle of the ring, and picks him up by the hair. He puts Alex on his shoulders again, but Alex pops out, and gets another hurricanrana in on D-Day. D-Day sits on the canvas, and tries to get up, but before that, Alex comes and delivers a hard dropkick to the face of D-Day. He gets up, and out of the ropes holding his face a little bit, until Alex comes, and whips around into a crucifix pin attempt.

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Kick out. Both men to their feet, and Lackey tries a clothesline, it connects, reeling D-Day back to the ropes. He comes off the ropes, and Alex dropkicks him into the ropes again, D-Day back off the ropes and a huge enzugiri from Lackey connects! He signals the fans it’s almost over. He goes up top after placing D-Day in the middle of the ring, and signals the Swanton, but D-Day quickly springs up out of nowhere, and grabs Alex by the throat! Both hands on Lackeys neck, as D-Day spins around and delivers to Lackey a spinning choke bomb out of the top rope!

D-Day now goes to town on Lackey stomping away on his torso and legs. Stomp after stomp, Alex feels the pain, and tries to cope, but can’t yet. He takes his knee, and bashes it into the canvas again. Lackey rolls out of the ring, and tries to walk off the pain, but D-Day will have none of it. He goes to the outside also. He stalks Alex from behind, and throws him back in the ring. D-Day rolls back in as well.

He takes Lackey and whips him to the opposite corner hard, and Lackey sits down in the corner. D-Day runs, and delivers a hard knee to Lackey’s face. He slumps down and D-Day taunts the title around his waist. He picks Alex up, and hits a huge swinging sidewalk slam in the middle of the ring. He picks Alex back up by the hair, and… wait, Alex breaks free, goes off the ropes, and gets high enough to deliver a Harley Race knee to the chin of D-Day, and goes off the other set of ropes and tackles D-Day to the ground!

Cole: Wow! Lackey back on the offensive after almost being incapacitated by D-Day! That’s amazing!

Jazz: Well, Lackey is either running on fumes, or he’s a damn good actor. He might not last long here if he tries too hard to attack D-Day.

Cole: But we don’t know how much D-Day has lost. He’s taken some hard shots from Alex as well. Both might be done, and we have to go to time limit draw.

Jazz: Bullshit! I’ll take over. There has to be a winner. What’s the fun in a tournament match double elimination? Nothing. That’s that, end of story.

He goes up top again while D-Day is on the ground, and goes for a shooting star press, but D-Day rolls out of the way at the last second, and Lackey hits the mat with nothing. D-Day gets up grabbing the ropes for leverage, and picks up Lackey at his mercy. He gets his knee into Lackey’s stomach, then gets him up for a suplex… he holds him up… still holding him up… still holding… then drops to the mat. Headlock takeover trying to be applied, but Lackey gets a finger in D-Day’s eye. He then runs over, and hits a hard wheel kick and Lackey is standing above D-Day for the first time in a while.

He goes up top again, sticking to his brutal aerial arsenal. He goes for a frog splash, diving off, But D-Day knows Lackey well enough by now to get his knees up. Lackey rolls up to his feet, but grips the nearby rope and his stomach, as this has happened in this match quite often. D-Day goes over, and turns Lackey around, and hits a good jawbreaker. Alex still holds onto the ropes, but can barely get to stand. D-Day gets back on the attack.

Tries for a Fisherman Suplex, but Alex hooks his foot on D-Day’s so he can’t move! D-Day tries it again, and Lackey does the same thing. Then Alex powers out and hooks D-Day in for a DDT, but he walks him over to the corner. He forces D-Day to sit up top, and still in the DDT position, but then hooks something else, and jumps off the top with D-Day! The World’s Highest Neck Breaker!

Cole: Oh my god! How did Lackey do that? D-Day is in the higher 300s for weight! I’m damn sure he didn’t take that one lightly.

Jazz: Yes Cole, because I’m sure big guys like D-Day LOVE to get taken off of the turnbuckle and get it with a devastating move such as that. You stupid fuck.

Cole: Jazz, I’m just calling the damn match. You always have to be a bitch about everything I say. You….

*BAM!*

Jazz: Yeah, I knocked you out fool! That’s what you get calling me a bitch! I guess I’ll call the rest of this match by myself.

Alex is getting the crowd pumped up, and stalks D-Day from the corner. He waits for him to rise. He does after a while, and Alex runs at him for a spear, but gets tossed up into a military press from D-Day, and pushes Lackey up to 8 feet up above the canvas, and lets him fall all the way! Lackey toughs it out and runs to D-Day again, but gets caught! D-Day now choking Lackey! Sends him up, and a vicious choke slam from D-Day to Alex Lackey connects hard! Cover!

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Kick out! Alex was just in time getting his shoulder up. D-Day picks up Lackey, sends him off the ropes, and gives him a big boot without any effort at all. Alex bounces is face off of D-Day’s foot, and falls to the mat. D-Day leg drops onto Alex, and just sits there with his leg on Alex’s face. His face has the look of fatigue, and a tiny hint now, of doubt. He gets up none the less, and sits Lackey up in the buckle for his next move.

D-Day gets up on the first rope, then the second, but then, Lackey starts revolting against D-Day on the buckle. Mainly using right hands to fend off the monster, then kicking him off, he climbs to the top. He sets himself up, and leaps off again, and effetely hits a summersault corkscrew senton! He gets off of D-Day refusing the cover, and gets him up off the mat. He goes for a successful arm drag, ad runs back to get some more, but D-Day violently shoves him down.

D-Day goes over to Alex, who actually comes up and pushes away D-Day. Alex goes behind after a clothesline attempt by D-Day, and gets in a hammerlock. He twists D-Day’s arm as hard as he can before D-Day tries to muscle out of it. But Lackey goes forward a bit; hammerlock still applied, and hooks the legs. He swings, hammerlock forward Russian leg sweep! He hits it! But D-Day rolls over Alex, and Lackey doesn’t get up after having all of D-Day’s body weight over him like a steam roller. D-Day up as quickly as possible, and waits for Lackey.

D-Day still feeling the effects of the sweep, he sees Alex get up. He walks over, and sends him off the ropes. D-Day feels a fall a way slam coming on, but Alex right out of the chute hits a hard forearm shot, then goes behind into a back cracker! D-Day slowly gets up as Lackey forces him into the corner again. Lackey tries to sit him up top, but cant! He tries again, but cant! He backs out of the corner, and D-Day comes out as well, but Lackey explodes and runs to D-Day with a huge STO out of nowhere!

He stomps at D-Day more so than before, before he gets up. Alex goes for a spin kick, but D-Day catches the leg, and kicks the back of the knee, sending Alex to the ropes. D-Day gets Alex, and raises him up into a crucifix power bomb, and he throws Alex into the turnbuckle. He gets him to the middle of the ring, and climbs the buckle to the top rope. He computes the distance, and jumps off with a graceful moonsault, but overshoots it! He moonsaults completely past Alex!

Lackey gets up and goes to the corner nearest D-Day, and mounts it. Swanton bomb… He hits it! Cover!

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Thre-Kick out! D-Day kicks out!

Jazz: Wow! Alex Lackey’s patented down Swanton Bomb was no use! D-Day kicked out! Well, I think we know how this is going to end, folks. Show him how to end a match, D-Day!

Lackey gets up and looks defeated. He goes to the outside, and grabs a chair from the ringside area. He holds it up for all to see, and the crowd cheers him on. The referee goes to the outside and grabs the chair from Alex. Both the referee and Alex argue over the chair, but the referee grabs it out of Alex’s hands, and puts it back. Alex slides back into the ring, and BAM! D-Day had a chair of his own! He goes for the cover, the ref slides back in the ring!

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Thre-NO! Kick out! D-Day becomes infuriated and starts to kick at Alex all over his body. Kick after kick, Alex is reeling. D-Day picks him up, and sends him off the ropes, and gives lackey a drop toe hold. He goes off the ropes now, and plants a seated senton onto Alex. He goes to the outside to find that chair he used earlier on Alex. He brings it into the ring as he finds Lackey on his feet awaiting him. He motions to D-Day, “c’mon!” and waits for D-Day to get back in the ring. With a smile on his face, he does.

D-Day walks to Alex, who walks to D-Day. Both are almost nose to nose in the middle of the ring until D-Day tosses Alex into the corner. He backs up a bit, then runs and hits a big boot into Lackey’s face. He goes back and tries it again, but Lackey gets his feet up first, blocking out D-Day. Alex hops to the second, then the third rope, and jumps off getting a flying fist to the back of D-Day’s head.

D-Day runs to the other corner stomach first, and Alex rushes over to hit a dropkick to his back. He then hooks D-Day’s head, runs up the turnbuckle, and hit’s Sliced Bread #2 in homage to fellow statesman Brian Kendrick. He picks D-Day up immediately afterward, and gives him knees to the stomach against the ropes. He turns D-Day around, and rakes his face in the rope. Over and over, D-Days face wrenched in the steel cable, until Alex takes him over to the buckle, and whacks his head against the pad a few times.

D-Day powers out though, elbowing Alex, and sending him shoulder first into the post. He takes him out, and throws him across the ring. He yells at Lackey he should have stayed home. As D-Day approaches, he grabs Alex by the hair, but he elbows him, sending D-Day backward into the referee! D-Day goes back to Alex, *WHAM!* Alex got the chair D-Day brought in! Alex gets the ref’s attention! Cover!

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Jazz: Damn! Alex was squeezing so hard, he might have done something to himself! Well, that’s it for sure. D-Day is either going to face the cheap bastard River Daniels, or poor Seth Jacobs. Hell, with those two, just put D-Day in the finals, if not putting the title on him already!

D-Day is back on his feet, and targets Alex once again. Lackey sees D-Day up, and goes off the ropes. He leaps up and tries a hurricanrana… he goes between the legs, but D-Day catches him, picks him back up to his shoulders, and gets in a huge power bomb! The thunder rolls throughout the arena, as D-Day covers.

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D-Day keeps in the ring, and uses the ropes to stand back up. He gets to his feet at last. He goes to the turnbuckle and keeps Alex in his sights. He climbs to the top, and sees Lackey getting up. He dives off thinking spear, but Alex sees him coming! Lackey dropkicks D-Day in the face coming from the top! D-Day gets kicked back into the steel stairs, and just sits there, while Lackey rolls back into the ring. The referee counts.

Jazz: OH MY GOD! That was nuts of a move I ever did see! Shit, D-Day almost got killed on that move! Damn!

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Jazz: Look at this!

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He takes it and rams Lackey into the corner. He starts to smash it with his elbow, and even head butts it! He takes Lackeys leg, and… wait, Alex uses his other leg to get D-Day off! Slipping, and, yes he is all the way off now. Alex walks out of the corner, and goes to D-Day, but D-Day takes Lackey up for an atomic drop type move. But he’s too close to the ropes. Lackey realizes this and kicks off the ropes to counter into a reverse bulldog!

Lackey and D-Day roll right up to their feet, and Alex gets a twinkle in his eye. He’s ready for his adrenaline rush! They lock up in the middle, and Lackey gets an arm drag in. D-Day bounces right up, and charges at Lackey, but Alex leapfrogs D-Day. D-Day off the ropes, Lackey with the hip toss. D-Day bounces up again, but Alex goes behind, and applies a Dragon sleeper, with a Russian leg sweep attached to it! Cover!

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Jazz: Wow. D-Day moving quick for a big guy! Lackey gets that second wind; there is almost no stopping him. I’ll give him that for sure as you all just saw.

Cole: Uggh. I’m ok. I’m ok.

Jazz: You awake, pig fucker?

Cole: Just call the god damn match.

Jazz: Now you got two choices. Either I knock you the fuck out again, or you just fall down for the rest of the match.

Cole falls down.

That’s what I thought bitch!

Back to the action, Lackey approaches D-Day and goes around for a German suplex, but just lifts him only a foot, before turning it only into a botched side slam. Lackey up, and splashes himself stomach up into D-Day. Goes to the ropes, springboards off into a lateral press. Back up again ad springboards off again trying an elbow, but D-Day gets out of the way and Alex misses. He takes Lackey and shoves him shoulder first into the nearby corner pole, and then takes him by the same neck and tights grip, and sends him flying over the top rope.

D-Day gets out of the ring, and on the apron scouting Lackey. He taunts him and the crowd with the belt around his waist saying he’s already won. He jumps off with an elbow of his own, and hits it right in Alex’s shoulder blade. He picks up Alex and gets that same grip he had on him not but a minute ago. He gets him away from the ring, then runs and rams him head first into the stairs! Alex rolls to the barricade, and tries to stand with the help of the fans, but the referee starts a ring out count.

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He picks up Lackey, and gets him up for another suplex, lifts up Alex, but he rolls out, and Lackey is behind D-Day. D-Day turns around, and goes for a clothesline attempt, but Lackey ducks under and immediately puts on the brakes. He shifts his body weight, and hits a heel kick! D-Day staggers a bit, but he is still on his feet. Alex off the ropes, ducks underneath D-Days clothesline, off the other set of ropes, and gets caught by D-Day turning Alex’s momentum into a belly to belly suplex!

He goes over, and gets in a back wrench. Bow & arrow lock, from D-Day on Alex. Alex not giving up, as D-Day contorts Lackey’s back on his knee. His arm that popped earlier is being pulled hard as well. Alex screaming in pain is still refusing to give. D-Day pulling and pulling and Alex can just sit there and take it. He sees no way to counter, except one way. He takes it. He rolls back catching D-Day off guard. He hooks his leg, and somehow reverses D-Day’s submission attempt into a pin attempt for Alex!

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Jazz: Son of a bitch! How the hell did he do that! Shit, Lackey wins, I’m out 20 bucks! Come on D-Day! Get your ass up!

Alex is on his feet waiting for D-Day to stand, but he is staggering slowly. He at least sits up in the corner, and uses the ropes to get up to his feet. Once he does, he looks at Lackey, and Alex sprints at him again, and dropkicks him into the corner. He goes to the outside, and hooks his legs around D-Day’s neck for a figure four neck lock! The referee obviously calls a rope break.

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D-Day counters though, and picks Alex up for a tombstone! Lackey attached to D-Day, and D-Day is about to finish Lackey off right out of nowhere. D-Day rises up, but before he goes down and hits his knees, Lackey counters it into a hurricanrana leg scissors! Sends D-Day rocking, and to the ropes, he bounces off, and Alex kicks D-Day low, and hooks the arms…. Shot of Adrenaline! He hits it! Now Alex goes for the cover!

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DING DING DING!

Jennifer: Here is your winner, The Adrenaline Rush, Alex Lackey!

Jazz: Wow. That’s crazy. Hard fought match there and I just guess I have to say that Alex got it done tonight. Sure my money was on D-Day, but never did I say I totally counted out the former X champ.

Cole: *sigh* Ok, Jazz. Can I call the rest of the show without fear of getting hit?

Jazz: If you admit you are just a weak fuck compared to me in almost every department.

Cole: Bullshit! That’s complete bull-

Jazz rears back

Ok ok! You are the superior……. Whatever the hell you are.

Jazz backhands Cole.

Jazz: That’s for selling yourself out, asshole!

Cole: OW! Son of a bitch that stings!

Jazz: Pussy.

Cole: Well, even though I didn’t see some of that last one with Alex Lackey, he comes out victorious.

Camera pans back to Alex, now being joined by fellow Cohort Seth Jacobs walking up the ramp backwards with their arms raised, and a smile on their faces for all the fans. They pose on the ramp, and a few seconds later, the camera cuts to Ghetto Pollard backstage with Kevin Kelly.

KK: I’m here with Ghetto Pollard, and Ghetto, I heard you guaranteed victory in your match here tonight before you came over here to speak in front of the camera.

Ghetto: That’s right, Kyle. I….

KK: It’s Kevin, if you don’t mind.

Ghetto: Whatever. Point is that I’m going out there in a freakin’ Water Battle Royal or whatever the thing is, and the premise is so simple. Just show the crowd your boobs, and get thrown out of the ring. Not me. I’m not like these skanks in the back that tease all the guy’s cocks out there. I’m real, and I’m about to prove it to every other ho out there tonight.

Darla Conely comes up in view of the camera, and takes the mic out of Kevin’s hand

Darla: Wow, Ghetto. I thought there was only room for Bytch in this federation, but it looks like you are the second!

Ghetto: Bitch, you do NOT want to start it up with me before this match of ours.

Darla: You’re right. Wouldn’t wanna pull out my nine….. That’s what you people call it, right?

In a fit of rage, Ghetto tackles Darla and both fight in their robes on the backstage arena floor. Both roll around in a cat fight, until some boys in the back separate the two.

Jazz: Wow! I can’t wait for this match! Woo-Hoo!

Cole: Well while we wait, coming up next is our tag team attraction of the night.

Jazz: All right! LondonX & The Reynolds! This outta hold us horny bastards over, huh guys?

Cole: Lets send it up to Jen.

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LondonX VS The Reynolds

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IMDbWE Title Tournament Match
Royce Hamilton vs The Headhunter

Hamilton makes his entrace first to "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin alongside Royce Hamilton, crowd boos heavily.

Jennifer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first, being accompanied by Mike Sweeney, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 285 pounds... ROYCE HAMILTON!"

Headhunter then makes his way down the ramp to a huge pop as "Daylight Dies" by Killswitch Engage hits.

Jennifer: "And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 326 pounds... THE HEADHUNTER!"

Headhunter moves down the ramp, then steps up the steps and then over the ropes, giving his opponent a cold stare before the opening bell.

DING DING DING![/b]

The bell sounds and the match is underway.

Headhunter and Hamilton start out encircling eachother around the ring for a brief moment. Headhunter looks like he's going in for the tie-up, but Hamilton charges at Headhunter with unrelenting speed, and quickly takes him down with a vast spear in the opening seconds into the matchup. Hamilton, with a furious look on his face--and for good reason with the mindgames being played earlier on in the show--quickly picks Headhunter up by the hair, and slams him face first into the corner turnbuckle, then quickly turns him around in the corner, and starts pummeling him with vicious right hands, which Headhunter tries to protect himself against with his arms, but then Hamilton breaks the sheild with a knee to the gut, throwing him off guard, and throwing in a sea of vicious right hands. Hamilton then goes for an Irish whip to the turnbuckle across, but Headhunter swings and reverses it into a whip of his own, sending Hamilton into the corner. Headhunter then goes for a Stinger Splash in the corner, but Hamilton quickly lifts a boot up and boots him in the face, sending him staggering backwards across the ring, protecting his forehead with his arms. Hamilton then goes for his signature Lariat early, but Headhunter luckily recovers and sees this in time and scoops him up and hoisting him over his shoulders--showing off his awesome size and strength in the process--going for a Gorilla Press Powerslam, but Hamilton quickly falls behind Headhunter's shoulders and gives him a Half Nelson Neckbreaker for his troubles. Hamilton then turns it into a huge Side Headlock, squeezing dear life out of the bigger (though not by much) man, Headhunter.

Cole: "Royce Hamilton is dominating the Headhunter here!"

Jazz: "No doubt about it, Cole, Iris' mind games have gotten Hamilton all fired up and motivated to destroy anyone in his path, even the Headhunter."

Cole: "And how big would it be for Royce Hamilton to walk out of tonight with a victory over the former IMDbWE champion, the Headhunter, and advance to the next round?"

Jazz: "Very, Cole, any victory over a guy like the Headhunter is big, especially in a fight for the right to be crowned the new IMDbWE champion."

Headhunter is desperately getting squeezed out by the other big man in this contest, while Hamilton continues to apply as much pressure as possible with the crowd willing him on. Headhunter soon makes it onto both feet and eventually lifts Hamilton up, and hitting a Shinbreaker on Hamilton, throwing him off guard and potentially opening the floodgates for more offense. Headhunter then bounces off the ropes and goes for a big boot on Hamilton, but Hamilton gives him a Drop-Toe-Hold, then grabs Headhunter by the ankle, and repeatedly slams it against the ring mat (3 times, to be exact), weakening it. Hamilton then turns around and poses to huge heat while Sweeney looks on, liking what he sees.

Cole: "I've never seen anyone do that to the Headhunter before!"

Jazz: "Looks like the Headhunter's finally met his match here tonight, Cole."

Hamilton then goes and applies a stretch muffler on Headhunter, severely damaging his right leg and keeping Headhunter at bay, until suddenly, Headhunter is able to turn around and get on both feet, and attempt to reverse it into a Soldier's Call (Sharpshooter), but Hamilton kicks Headhunter into the ropes, causing him to bounce off of them, as he does, and Hamilton quickly gets up and goes for another Lariat, but Headhunter quickly side-steps it and appears behind Hamilton, and is able to hit him with a Reverse DDT into a quick cover pin attempt... 1... 2... Hamilton quickly kicks out after 2. Headhunter then quickly applies a Dragon Sleeper on Hamilton and stands him up with it, trying to wear the furious monster down, but Hamilton quickly reverses that into a Hammerlock, eventually kneeing Headhunter in the back numerous times on the mat, until Headhunter suddenly does one of his signature barrell rolls on the mat--though groggily due to the pain and punishment received earlier on in the match--and pulls Hamilton towards him, connecting with an overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex into another quick pin attempt... 1... 2... kickout.

Cole: "And a kickout by Royce Hamilton!"

Jazz: "Looks like the Headhunter's gaining his swagger back, Cole, if you're Royce Hamilton, you do not want to keep the momentum on the Headhunter's side, or he'll beat you every time, by now, he knows that."

Headhunter picks Hamilton up by the skull to a vertical base and gives him a couple right hands across the spine before backing him into the turnbuckle across and opening up with vicious elbow strikes in the corner, wearing him down. He then whips him into the turnbuckle across and then hitting the Stinger Splash on Hamilton, causing him to back out of the corner right into Headhunter, who picks him up for another Gorilla Press Powerslam, and nails it this time. Headhunter then bounces off the ropes and hits Hamilton with a Running Leg Drop before covering him yet again... 1... 2... Hamilton gets the shoulder up at 2 1/2! Headhunter then grabs Hamilton by the legs and goes for a Catapult into the corner, but Hamilton quickly gets up and turns that into a vicious clothesline into the corner. Hamilton then starts to viciously wear him down with vicious rights and lefts. Hamilton then gives him a vicious corner foot choke, holding on for 4 seconds until the referee threatens to disqualify him if he holds on any longer. Hamilton then gives him an Irish whip into the turnbuckle across and goes for a huge Lariat in the corner, but Headhunter quickly moves out of the way and tries to connect with a Big Boot, but Hamilton catches that and turns it into a Fisherman Suplex into a pin attempt... 1... 2... kickout.

THE ENDING:

Royce Hamilton gained control of the match following interference from Mike Sweeney on the apron, which distracted the referee, allowing Hamilton to gain momentum throughout. Hamilton and Sweeney then proceeded to double team Headhunter, screaming Iris' name before Sweeney hits Headhunter with a series of guitar shots, and then Sweeney gets the unconscious--and physically battered, beaten and tired--Headhunter in a full nelson, Hamilton then managed to hit the signature Lariat on Headhunter, knocking him out cold, then going for the cover, and nearly getting a 3 count before the lights went out in the arena, then flickered back on and Sweeney was shown lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of blood, while Hamilton looked on at his fallen manager long enough for Headhunter to slowly sit up and hit a Beheader on Hamilton. Headhunter then rolled the referee back into the ring and slowly made the 3 count on the fallen Hamilton, as a very groggy, and practically unable to move, Headhunter poses with the fans in the ring while "Daylight Dies" blares over the speakers, then exits the ring, proceeding to pose with the title around his waist while they cut to the next segment.

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Cole: Well, ladies and gentlemen, there has been a slight turn of events. This morning, we were contacted by Carlos Perez, saying he will not be able to wrestle here tonight, saying there has been a family emergency.

Jazz: Yeah. I got his call, he said he didn’t want to leave, but family is number one. And who can blame him? So for the official announcement, here is Jen Garcia.

Jen: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a family emergency, Carlos Perez will not be able to wrestle here tonight. Therefore, your winner by forfeit, Axl Massario!

Cole: Well, there you have it. Axl dosnt have to worry about anything until next week where he will take on either Destroyer, or Guerrero Hernandez.

Jazz: Well not to waste any time, here is our next matchup.

Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi hits over the PA as the crowd erupts into cheer. As Cole and Jazz begin their usual bickering

Cole: People, here comes the “Ayatollah” Seth Jacobs, a possible, future IMDbWE champion.

Jazz: I don’t think that Michael! Mr. “Ayatollah” is going against “God’s Gift to Wrestling” River Daniels, a former IMDbWE Champion himself!

Cole: Well Jazz, everybody sadly is entitled to their own opinion. However, yours is wrong I think Seth can pull this off an advance to the tourney finals.

Jazz: Michael, Michael, Michael you so naive. There are at least five former IMDbWE Champions in this tourney, what makes you think Seth can overcome that many?

Cole: Well Jacobs is one of the youngest guys in this tournament and he more then likely wants this chance more then anything!

Jazz: That’s not true Michael! Anybody is this tourney wants to wear that gold more than the other opponents.

As the music continues, Seth Jacobs makes his way to the top of the ramp, and Jennifer announces him

Jennifer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring, the “Ayatollah” SETH JACOBS!

The crowd chants Jacobs’ name as he crosses his arms above his head forming an X like he usually does. He walks down the ramp shaking hands with fans in the front row. Seth slides into the ring, and leaps to his feet in one motion. Seth the leaps up on the turnbuckle posing, as Wanted Dead or Alive dies down…

Jennifer: Now coming to the ring, “God’s Gift to Wrestling”, the “Whole Mother F*cking Show” RIVER DANIELS!

"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hits over the sound system as fireworks explode from the bottom of the ramp. Daniels comes out wearing his regular attire a black hooded Trench coat.

Jazz: Now, here comes a true IMDbWE Champion! He needs to win this match and reclaim his title.

Cole: The title isn’t owned by him right now...

Jazz: Michael, in time, yes he will!

Cole: He has to beat thirteen other men just to “claim” the IMDbWE championship.

Jazz: He can do it Michael, he’s River FUCKING Daniels!

Cole: Whatever Jazz…

Jazz: Did you just say you’re homo?

Cole: NO I DID NOT! YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID!

Daniels then looks to the sky and makes a cross like sign before walking down the ramp. As he walks down to the ring, Daniels slaps his chest, kisses his fingers, and points to the crowd, with his hood still on. Daniels slaps the hands of the fans in the front row

Cole: Look at that! See I told you River loves the fans!

Jazz: I never said he didn’t bitch!

Cole: I swear Jazz, next time you call me bitch I’m going to…

Jazz: You’re going to do what? Exactly nothing so sit down and shut the fuck up!

Daniels then jumps on the apron and poses for the crowd leaning back against the ropes. As he steps through the ropes, he stops for a moment to look at the crowd. Suddenly, Daniels rips off his hood and stares at Jacobs. Daniels takes his Trench coat off and shakes hands with Seth as the crowd chants both men’s names.

Cole: That is good sportsmanship from both men there Jazz!

Jazz: Michael, River is just “pre-warning” Seth about this ass kicking he is about to get.

Cole: Whatever Jazz, whatever.

Jazz laughs

Seth and River circle each other around the ring and tie-up. River gets the advantage and hits a German suplex on Jacobs, then locks in a Texas cloverleaf with armlock. Jacobs struggles with the hold for ten seconds, then in a quick motion rolls River over into an armbar of his own. Daniels quickly grabs the ropes and Seth let’s go of the hold. Seth waits for Daniels to rise to his feet and attempts the Enzuigiri, but River reverses it into his kick, a Shining Wizard!

Cole: River almost took Seth’s head off with that kick!

Jazz: That was nice!

Cole: How was that nice?

Jazz: It just was! Ok? I can’t help it I like wrestling and you don’t.

Cole: I love wrestling; I just hate doing it with…

Jazz: If you finish that sentence I’ll rip your head off!

Cole shuts up

River picks Seth up and hits a snap suplex, rolls over to start striking Jacobs across the head. Seth tries to block the shots, but River continues to hit Seth in the kidneys. River let’s go of the hold and motions Jacobs to rise to his feet, Seth gets to his feet as River swings, and Jacobs hits the backflip kick to the back of River’s head! Both men fall to the mat and the ref begins to count…

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Both men rise to their feet exchanging blows, but River kicks Seth in the stomach and nails the Welcome to Brooklyn, Motherfucker. Jacobs screams in pain and rolls around the ring. River walks over to Seth and begins to stomp away on the lower back of Seth. River walks away as Seth uses the ropes to rise to his feet. As Seth gets to his feet, River rushes Seth, but Jacobs drops down pulling the ropes as River goes flying out of the ring! River falls to the arena floor, as he rises to his feet he’s met by a no-hand plancha by Jacobs!

The crowd begins to chant HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Cole: Did you see that Jazz?

Jazz: How couldn’t I Michael? It was right in front of us…

Cole: No need to be a smart ass Jazz.

Jazz: Well there’s no need for you to ask dumb ass questions know is there? Because you know you will get a dumb ass answer!

Cole: Sometimes Jazz, I hate you.

Jazz: Awe...That’s really sensitive there Michael, no wonder why you’re gay!

Cole: For the last damn time, I AM NOT GAY!

Seth rises to his feet slowly and regains himself. He picks River up and throws him back into the ring as he climbs back in himself. Seth gets to his feet and starts to stomp away on River’s left arm, as River grabs it and screams. Jacobs picks up River and slaps him across the chest, but River repeats the slaps from Seth with a slap of his own. River then goes up for a dropkick, but Seth catches him and attempts to lock in the Just Phenomenal! River tries to break the submission, but Seth rolls it over for full pressure. The ref asks River if he’s ready to tap and the legend shakes his head no. Seth set the submission up in the middle in the ring and Daniels struggles to get to the ropes. River army crawls and barely gets to the bottom rope, Seth let’s go of the hold immediately. Jacobs walks over to the corner and leans in it regaining his breath, River is up on his feet and charges at Jacobs and hits a charging high knee right under the chin of Jacobs! River lifts Seth up onto the turnbuckle and punches him as he gets up on the ropes himself. River punches Seth in the stomach one good time and hits a top rope overhead belly to belly suplex and Jacobs nearly lands on his head. River covers Seth as the ref begins to count…

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Jazz: O no! That was a 2 ½ count! River almost had the damn win!

Cole: Don’t ever count Seth out Jazz! Seth is a fighter and will…

Jazz interrupting

Jazz: Shut up Michael! Seth will always and never be at a main-event level, he’s a part of the X-Division…

Cole: What does being a part of the X-Division have to do with anything?

Jazz: EVERYTHING!

Cole: Yeah is that why River was a X-Division champion, before he was IMDbWE champion?

Jazz begins to stutter

Jazz: Well…

Cole: Exactly you don’t know what you’re saying!

River begins to ask the ref if the wasn’t a three count and the ref shakes his head in agreement. He keeps fighting for the 3 count decision, but the referee insists the count was only 2. River walks over to pick up Jacobs, but Seth starts to hammer away on the mid-section of Daniels. Seth starts to get to his feet as he goes to whips River. River reverses the whip but Seth springboards himself off of it over Daniels and hits a reverse DDT!

The crowd chants Jacobs! Jacobs! Jacobs!

Cole: O MY GOD! Jazz, that was the greatest move ever executed!

Jazz: No it wasn’t Michael.

Cole: Then what move is?

Jazz: The Brooklyn Destroyer!

Cole: There’s no argument there Jazz, but River shouldn’t be arguing with the ref like that!

Jazz: Why Michael?

Cole: He lost valuable time there when he could have executed the match better.

Jazz: Shut up.

Seth walks over to River, but River was playing possum and gets a quick two count. River gets up and hits a knee to Jacobs’ stomach and lifts Seth up on his shoulders. River points to the crowd, as they cheer and drives Seth right into the mat hitting the Death Valley Driver. River jumps into the air and powers his knee right into the ankle of Jacobs. River thinks quickly and locks in the .45 Special on Jacobs, as the move pulls on Jacobs’ knee. Seth desperately lunges for the rope and doesn’t prevail. Seth reaches for the rope one more time and gets to the rope in the nick of time. The ref starts the count and he gets to three as River let’s go off the hold, River walks off as he regains his breath. River staggers over to Seth and hits a right hand, Seth counters back with a right hand of his own. River with a right, Seth with a right, now River, now Seth, but River gets the advantage as he leaps and nails a dropkick right under the chin of Jacobs. River gets on the apron, a throws himself hitting a Slingshot senton, driving his entire body into Seth’s.

Cole: This is such a competitive match up Jazz! Most action I’ve seen in months!

Jazz: Action Michael? I thought you got nailed by your boyfriend every night?

Cole: How many times do I have to say I’m not gay! How can I prove this to you?

Jazz: When you get a girlfriend!

Cole: I have a girlfriend!

Jazz: What’s her name Michael? That blow up doll you rub on your dick doesn’t count…

Cole: Umm…it’s…uh…

Jazz: Exactly bitch, now sit down and shut up for the last time!

Jazz raises his hand likes he’s going to slap Cole, but then pulls it back

Jazz: Got ya bitch!

River starts to apply a chinlock to Jacobs, stretching at the chin & neck of Seth. Jacobs regains himself and reaches above his head and flips River over him. Seth kicks River in the knee, lowering him, and Seth hits the Ayatollah Knock Out! Seth covers…

ONE…

TWO…

Thrrr...NO! River kicks out at 2 3/4 Seth face shows disgust as he can’t believe River is still fighting. Jacobs kicks Daniels across the chest, followed by a sharp kick to the back. Jacobs walks over to River’s legs and attempts to lock in the Sharpshooter. River doesn’t allow Seth to roll over and pushes Seth into the turnbuckle, smacking Seth’s face into the corner. River gets to his feet and rushes at Seth hitting a clothesline as Seth falls to the mat. River picks up Seth, hitting a European uppercut, and Seth flies into the corner. Daniels lifts Jacobs up reversely onto the turnbuckle, gets on the bottom rope, and hits a reverse frankensteiner! Jacobs falls to the mat and

THUD!

Jacobs nearly misses landing on his head, as his shoulder took most of the impact. Seth rolls around the ring grabbing his shoulder in pain. River groggily makes his way over to Seth, picks him up and hits a snapmare quickly hitting a dropkick onto the injured shoulder of Seth. Daniels covers…

ONE…

TWO…

THRRR...NO! Jacobs kicks out!

Jazz: That was luck! Jacobs shouldn’t have kicked out!

Cole: Luck? That wasn’t luck, it was instinct!

Jazz: You think so Michael?

Cole: I know so!

Jazz: How is that Michael? You never wrestled a day in your life!

Cole: I’ve been calling action long enough to know when I see it Jazz.

Jazz: That’s horseshit and you know it!

Cole: What ever, I know what I call and I call it how I see it.

Daniels gets up, angered and drags Seth over to the corner. Daniels bounces up and goes for a moonsault, but Seth rolls out of the way! Both men are down and exhausted, Seth rises to his feet first as River gets up to. River walks over to Jacobs, throws a right hand, but Jacobs ducked and hits a tiger suplex! River is laid out in the center of the ring as Seth gets ready on the apron. Seth propels himself onto the top rope, springboards and hits a 450 splash! Seth covers River…

ONE

TWO

Thrr….No! River barely gets his foot on the bottom rope as Seth curses out loud. Jacobs drags Daniels to the nearest corner as he hoist himself onto the turnbuckle. Seth points to the sky and leaps for a Frog Splash, but River rolls out of the way! Jacobs grabs his ribs as River gradually rises to his feet. River walks over to Seth and raises him to his feet. River hits Jacobs in the mid-section with a kick and places Jacobs’ head between his knees, and River points to the crowd as they cheer.

Jazz: Yes, River going to hit the Brooklyn Destroyer!

Cole: I’ll have to admit this Jazz, if River hits this, he will win.

Jazz: You’re right there Michael…

Cole: So you are agreeing with me?

Jazz: In a way yes, but you still suck dick.

Cole: I don’t suck dick, I just don’t have a boy…I mean girlfriend!

Jazz: What a homo, Michael I knew it; it’s time to come out of the closet.

River rolls his arms over motioning the Brooklyn Destroyer. Daniels flips, but Seth blocks it and rolls River over! Seth catches Daniels and crushes down with the TTO!

Cole: O MY GOD! SETH REVERSED THE BROOKLYN DESTROYER!

Jazz: That was impressive, really impressive.

Cole: I know Jazz!

Jazz: Michael, you still need to shut up.

Cole: Why, because I am actually right this time?

Jazz: No, because you like the dick.

Cole: FOR THE LAST F*CKING TIME I AM NOT GAY!

Jazz laughs

Jazz: Somebody didn’t get their penis last night did they?

River is laid out in the middle of the ring as Seth crawls to the corner. Jacobs uses the turnbuckle to stand up and climbs up the corner. He gets to the top as the crowd cheers, he points to the sky once more and hits somersault corkscrew senton! Seth recovers himself and covers…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

Seth gets up to celebrate as the ref raises his hand…

Jennifer: Ladies and Gentlemen, here’s your winner, SETH JACOBS!

Jazz: I can’t believe this! This is pure bullshit!

Cole: It’s not bullshit Jazz! This is and probably Seth’s greatest match!

Jazz: Can’t argue there Michael, considering it was River who he beat.

Cole: Is this a sign to come Jazz?

Jazz: What Michael?

Cole: I sign to come…

Jazz: What?

Cole: Never mind.

Seth begins circling the ring in excitement. As Seth celebrates, River comes up behind him and turns him around. Seth falls to the mat as he thinks Daniels is about to hit him. A river smile as he reaches out his hand, as Seth accepts the hand and gets up. Daniels embraces Seth and let’s go as he raises Seth hand and points to him as the crowd goes crazy.

Cole: That’s very honorable for River to do that Jazz!

Jazz: River is just showing that he is better and has little respect for Seth.

Cole: Little respect? That’s a load of bull Jazz and you know it! River respects Seth as much as he respects any other man, or women, in this business!

Jazz: If you say so Michael…

Cole: If I say so? I know so!

Jazz: Is that so Michael?

Jazz reaches out and slaps Michael in the back of the head

Cole: What’s that for!?

Jazz: Because, well, I don’t like you.

Wanted Dead or Alive blares over the sound system as River leaves the ring, leaving Seth to continuing to celebrate his win. Seth is still celebrating, when Alex Lackey comes rushing out from the back. He smiles and shakes Seth’s hand. He then digs into his pocket digging out a Budweiser, as he pulls out a Mountain Dew from his other pocket. The smile and tap each other’s can as the chug down the beverages.

[iggy]

Cole: Well, while we wait for the Wet & Wild match to start, let's go over te tournament so far.

Jazz: Surprises with that last one there, Cole. Seth Jacobs upsets River Daniels and will face the man who beat D-Day earlier tonight, Alex Lackey at our next event. That'll be an X division classic!

Cole: Guerrero Hernandez or Destroyer will meet Axl Massario in the second round. Their match is after the battle royal here.

Jazz: Royce Hamelton and the Headhunter had a hell of a match, and the victor; Hunter meets Ricky Davis in two weeks.

Cole: And the wild card. Not long ago, Mr. WhateverMcMahon stated that the winner of the main event, Vampire vs. James Macarther will recive the bye straight to the finals.

Jazz: There you have it. The tourney in a nutshell. And i think we are ready for the divas!

The camera zooms in on the ring which is filled with water balloons, two beach towels, five bails of water, and outside the ring a hose for filling and splashing.

JENNIFER: "The following is a Wet and Wild Battle Royal Match!"

"Naughty Girl" by Beyonce hits and Bytch walks out wearing a black and red bikini. She gets absolutely no appreciation from the crowd in Oakland."

JENNIFER: "First, from San Diego, California... Bytch!"

JAZZ: "Cole, I think this is going to be my favorite match of the night."

COLE: "It'll be interesting, that's for sure. This Oakland crowd doesn't seem to be giving Bytch a very nice welcome."

Bytch gets inside the ring and waits for the other 3 women to get inside. "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls starts playing and Maxima Taylors walks out wearing a yellow, orange, and red bikini. The crowd gives Maxima mixed reactions.

JENNIFER: "Next, from Phoenix, Arizona... Maxima Taylors!"

COLE: "Tonight is Maxima's debut match, will she get lucky?"

JAZZ: "I don't know, but I do love her outfit."

Maxima skips down to the ring and then slides inside. Maxima does a sexy taunt before waiting for the other two girls. "Like This" by Kelly Rowland starts playing and Ghetto Pollard walks out wearing a black leather bikini.

JENNIFER: "Making her way to the ring, from Compton, California... Ghetto Pollard!"

The crowd boos Ghetto like never before.

COLE: "Wow, and I thought Bytch got bad reactions from the crowd. But compared to this, I'd say Bytch's was good."

JAZZ: "Well, she doesn't deserve any respect from them. Everyone knows she doesn't give anyone respect around here."

Ghetto walks down to the ring and gets inside. She then taunts in front of Maxima Taylors, trying to intimidate the new girl. "Whine Up" by Kat Deluna starts playing and Darla Conley walks out with her Women's Title around her waist. The crowd gives Darla a huge pop.

JENNIFER: "Last, from Los Angelas, California. She is the IMDbWE Women's Champion... Darla Conley!"

Darla is wearing a lovely pink bikini. She slaps hands with the fans in the front row.

COLE: "Pink is definitely her color!"

JAZZ: "Only you would know. But she looks great."

Darla gets inside the ring and does a taunt on the ropes then turns around and is quickly clotheslined by Ghetto Pollard.

BELL RINGS

Ghetto jumps on top of Darla and starts punching her in the face repeatedly. Maxima walks over to Bytch and gives her a slap followed by a heel kick to the face.

JAZZ: "Ghetto viscously attacks Darla before the match even begins."

COLE: "That's the kind of person Ghetto is."

Ghetto gets Darla back to her feet and punches her in the face. Darla then fights back and punches her in the face two times. Ghetto and Darla continue to punch eachother. Maxima grabs a bail of water and dumps it on both Ghetto and Darla's heads

JAZZ: "Yeah, that was great! If only these divas were wearing white!"

COLE: "Maxima showing she is a good competitor."

Darla and Ghetto are soaking wet and go to opposite corners. Maxima then runs to Ghetto's corner and goes for a monkey flip but is pushed off by Ghetto. Bytch then grabs one of the nearby towels and starts whiping Maxima with it while she is on the ground. Bytch goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

COLE: "Maxima kicks out at the count of two."

Darla runs over to Bytch and gives her a bulldog from behind. Ghetto then jumps on top of Darla again in a lou thesz press and starts punching her in the face.

JAZZ: "I don't know what Ghetto's problem is with Darla here tonight."

COLE: "Could it be jealously?"

JAZZ: "I have no idea."

Maxima gets up with red whip marks in some areas of her body. Maxima pulls Ghetto off of Darla and then gives her a quick scoop slam. She quickly goes for the pin...

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Ghetto quickly kicks out and gets back to her feet. She gets outside the ring and grabs the hose. Maxima and Darla both get out of the ring and chase after her. Ghetto starts hosing both divas with water right in front of the announce table.

JAZZ: "Oh my God, I'm in heaven!"

Bytch runs outside the ring from the other way and spears Ghetto the ground.

COLE: "All for divas are out of the ring, but you have to get the pin for elimination."

Darla and Maxima walk over and join Bytch in kicking Ghetto while she is on the ground. Bytch then grabs Darla by the hair and whips her over back towards the ring. Maxima clotheslines Bytch and then gives her an elbow drop. Ghetto gets back up and grabs Darla. She then throws her back into the ring. Darla and Ghetto start punching eachother. Maxima then drags Bytch to her feet and throws her in the ring.

JAZZ: "All four divas are punching the hell out of eachother."

Ghetto knees Darla in the face and then grabs a water balloon and throws it at her. Darla dodges the balloon and then throws Ghetto into the turnbuckle. Darla hits Ghetto's face across the turnbuckle and then clotheslines her out of the ring. Maxima and Bytch continue to fight. Maxima hits a JawBreaker on Bytch and grabs the towel. Maxima whips Bytch when she gets up and hits her on the head. Bytch goes down leaving opportunity for Darla to hit her DarlaDDT. She goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

COLE: "There goes Bytch."

JAZZ: "Due to teamwork from Darla and Maxima."

Maxima and Darla taunt in the ring. Maxima then surprisingly clotheslines Darla to the ground, leaving opportunity for Ghetto to get inside the ring and throw a pail of water on Maxima. Maxima then runs at Ghetto for the clothesline and slips on the water right into Ghetto's Compton in da House. Ghetto goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JAZZ: "Ghetto eliminates the new diva, Maxima."

Darla gets back up and both her and Ghetto go head to head. Ghetto slaps her across the face and Darla then goes for a clothesline but Ghetto moves out of the way and quickly hits another Compton in da House. She goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

COLE: "How the hell did she kick out of that?"

An angry Ghetto goes for the pin again.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ghetto gets up and grabs the water balloons and starts throwing all of them at Darla while she is on the ground. Ghetto then jumps at Darla for a knee drop. Darla quickly moves out of the way and gives him a snap suplex.

COLE: "Darla reverses the viscous Ghetto."

Darla gets Ghetto back to her feet and goes for the DarlaDDT. Ghetto throws Darla off of her and then Darla goes for a clothesline. Ghetto dodges out of the way and rolls her up...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BELL RINGS

JENNIFER: "Here is your winner... Ghetto Pollard!

Ghetto quickly rolls out of the ring and starts making her way backstage. Darla gets up and puts her hands over her head in disappointment.

JAZZ: "Well that was a fluke win."

COLE: "I did enjoy the match though."

[iggy]

Cole: "This next match is going to pit a giant against one of the best in the business, as the Destroyer goes one-on-one with Guerrero Hernandez in a first round match."
Jazz: "It's like David vs. Goliath all over again, except this time I'm predicting a different winner."
Cole: "Really, you're going with Destroyer?"
Jazz: "Absolutely Cole, he's a monster unlike any other. Few men can even stay in the ring with him, let alone win. I'm picking the Destroyer all the way, no doubt."
Cole: "But you have to believe that Guerrero Hernandez is one of the men who can, he's arguably the best wrestler in the world."
Jazz: "Or so he claims. Besides, all the skills in the world won't help once you're standing across the ring from a seven foot giant like the Destroyer. And for a chance at the IMDbWE Title too? He's gonna be unstoppable."
Cole: "But again, as he said earlier, Hernandez has taken on bigger men and succeeded."
Jazz: "Alright, I admit, it's gonna be a bit closer than I'm making it seem, but while Hernandez is gonna put on a good performance, look for Destroyer to come out with his hand raised tonight."

Jennifer: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match in the IMDbWE Title Tournament!"

The crowd pops for the announcement until the arena darkens into a dark shade of red and a familiar intro plays.

We got a lot of a...sharks out there...try'na take a bite of somethin'...What's hot...Lot of chameleons out there...try'na change up...Anytime somethin' new comes along...everybody wants a bite, don't happen overnight.

The roof nearly blows off of the arena, making the entrance theme of "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill barely audible at all, as Guerrero Hernandez enters the arena. His trainee Jaimie Roberts by his side, Hernandez slaps the fans of all of his fans on the way to the ring.

Jennifer: "First. being accompanied to the ring by Jaimie Roberts, weighing in at 246 Lbs...Guerrero Hernandez!"

The fans chant "BEST IN THE WORLD!" as Hernandez leaps onto the turnbuckle, posing for the audience while flash bulbs go off all over the arena.

Cole: "One year ago, Guerrero Hernandez won the IMDbWE World Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, he tries to get back on the road to the title."
Jazz: "Yeah, I'll give him his due, he's a great competitor, amazing in-ring skills, just a stand-up guy."
Cole: "But only time will tell if he's our next world champ."

Hernandez drops down to the floor and gets ready for his big match, only to hear his opponent's introduction.

Due to the graphic nature of this program, listener discretion is advised...

All of the love in the business is immediately channeled into huge boos for the gigantic Destroyer. Towering over everyone in the building, Destroyer walks slowly down the ramp, terrifying those around him.

Jennifer: "And his opponent, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at 342 Lbs...Destroyer!"

Slowly heading toward the ring, Destroyer seems ready to annihilate his opponent. His sick mind turning to thoughts of carnage, Destroyer is on a mission, and seemingly no one will stop him.

Jazz: "Look at that power, that size, he's an unstoppable machine."
Cole: "I have to agree with you, it's an uphill battle against the Destroyer."
Jazz: "Absolutely, in fact, I bet you a cool fifty right now that you're looking at the winner."
Cole: "You're on."

Stepping onto the apron, Destroyer poses for the jeering crowd, who curse and boo him with rage. Getting huge heat, the monster turns and starts to enter the ring, but suddenly, from out of nowhere, Hernandez rushes up and knocks Destroyer right off the apron! Destroyer drops off the apron and holds his face in pain, but Hernandez refuses to let up, sneaking up from behind and throwing him into the crowd.

Quickly, Hernandez slides back into the ring, the crowd on their feet while Destroyer slowly gets to his own feet. With his opponent in the crowd, Hernandez grips the ropes tightly. Finally, he jumps onto the ropes and springboards off, flying over the barricade and into the fans, crashing into Destroyer with a huge suicide plancha! Both men are down as the fans are immediately into the match!

Cole: "And a suicide plancha into the crowd! Hernandez just risked life and limb to take Destroyer out!"
Jazz: "This is insane, what is he thinking?"
Cole: "The bell hasn't even rung yet, and already we've gotten a dive into the crowd!"
Jazz: "Whatever's next, I'm looking forward to it!"

Nearby fans, despite being held back by security, pat Hernandez on the back, congratulating him on surviving such a huge move. Hernandez lifts his arm into the air before beginning to stomp down on Destroyer. Grabbing Destroyer's head, Hernandez delivers a couple of elbows before throwing him into the barricade. Backing up, Hernandez does a gun motion before running up and baseball sliding Destroyer in the face, his skull slamming against the steel barricade.

With his opponent on the barricade, Hernandez delivers a hard series of punches, but Destroyer counters with a hard knee to the gut before proceeding to throw him over the barricade to the other side! Hernandez clutches at his back while Destroyer steps over the barricade with ease. Destroyer tries to pick him up, but Hernandez quickly drop toe holds him, sending his head straight into the ring apron. After a couple of quick shots, Hernandez rolls into the ring and runs off the ropes, delivering a baseball slide straight to Destroyer's face. After being knocked into the railing, Destroyer quickly rolls into the ring and the bell is rung to finally start the match.

Cole: "Well, it took a bit, but the match has finally officially begun."
Jazz: "Yeah, but a smart move by Hernandez to wear down Destroyer before the match with some high impact moves."

Destroyer makes his way to his feet, but Hernandez stomps down on him, wearing the big man down so he doesn't get up before backing up and delivering a hard kick to the face. Hernandez locks in a hard front facelock, at times ramming the knee into his opponent's neck. Destroyer attempts to get to his feet, but Hernandez instead uses momentum to turn him onto his back for a headlock.

Despite the submission, Destroyer powers his way to his feet and throws Hernandez into the ropes, bending over for a back body drop. Hernandez, however, stops and kicks Destroyer right in the chest, following up with stiff chops to the chest and a whip attempt. Destroyer refuses to budge, but Hernandez counters by going low and dropkicking Destroyer's leg. Destroyer drops to a knee, and Hernandez moves fast and delivers a shining wizard for a pin. 1...Kickout!

Jazz: "He's taking a good approach here, fighting at a fast pace, trying to end this match fast to not sustain a lot of damage."
Cole: "Yeah, in a long match, while Hernandez is probably better conditioned, Destroyer could cause really injure Hernandez the longer this match goes."
Jazz: "It's in his best interests to finish this one off now."

Landing a few punches at the ropes, Hernandez backs up before delivering a hard forearm to the chest, followed by another series of forearms and punches. Destroyer quickly pushes him away, but Hernandez rolls onto his feet and comes back with a hard running European uppercut. With Destroyer in the corner, Hernandez delivers a series of machine gun chops, weakening the big man, but suddenly, catches him off-guard and lifts him into the air, slamming him to the mat.

Cole: "And a hard slam, Destroyer is starting to look worse for the wear since that suicide plancha before the match, but it looks like he's taking control."

Stomping down with great power onto his opponent, Destroyer lifts his opponent into the air and punches him back down again. Lifting him into the air, he slams Hernandez down to the mat with a hard sidewalk slam for a pin. 1...2...Kickout! Destroyer throws him into the ropes, then downs him with a big boot and a knee drop for another pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Destroyer throws his opponent overhead before locking in a tight bearhug. The hold squeezes the life out of Hernandez, putting large pressure onto his ribcage. The hold starts to slowly tear at him, but Hernandez fights back, landing a few shots to Destroyer's head. In desperation, Hernandez pokes Destroyer in the eyes and bites his forehead, causing him to release the hold. Rushed, Destroyer recuperates in time to hit Hernandez with a Samoan drop.

Bringing Hernandez to his feet, Destroyer lifts him up for a delayed suplex, keeping him upside down in the air for a long period of time. However, Hernandez uses his weight to fall forward and, coming back down, wraps his legs around Destroyer's waist and locks in a hard double underhook lock. The hold bends Destroyer's neck at a painful angle, Hernandez adding injury by wrenching in the submission. In a counter, Destroyer uses his immense power to throw Hernandez overhead onto his back.

Jazz: "Man, this guy is just way too powerful."
Cole: "He just threw Hernandez with ease, even with all the damage he's taken."
Jazz: "And that's why he's the favorite."

Destroyer grabs Hernandez and, after a few shots, whips Hernandez into the ropes, following right behind. However, Hernandez grabs the turnbuckle and slingshots overhead, grabbing his opponent's head in mid-air and slamming it to the mat hard with a sleeper slam for a pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Hernandez tries to whip Destroyer into the ropes, but Destroyer reverses and sends Hernandez into the corner. Destroyer rushes him, but he moves out of the way, allowing Destroyer to crash right into the turnbuckle, with Hernandez taking advantage by smashing Destroyer with a roaring elbow. Stumbling out of the corner, Destroyer dazily takes a swing at his opponent, but Hernandez ducks and he accidentally strikes the referee!

Cole: "The referee is down!"
Jazz: "Oh man, somebody betta take advantage!"

With the referee down, Hernandez quickly delivers a hard uppercut that sends Destroyer into the ropes before rolling out of the ring. Grabbing a chair, Hernandez slides back into the ring, waiting for Destroyer before jamming the chair right into his gut and slamming it into his back. Hernandez waits for Destroyer to get back up for a knock-out shot, but suddenly he sees the referee get to his feet. Quickly, Hernandez lands one last shot with the chair before dropping to the mat, pretending to be knocked out. The referee gets to his feet and sees both men down, the chair on the floor but no one holding the evidence!

Jazz: "Look at this cheat, Hernandez isn't really out!"
Cole: "Cheat to win, Jazz, and oh, Hernandez is moving!"

Hernandez slowly gets to his feet and grabs the chair, calling for Destroyer to get up. However, the referee rips the chair away, all according to plan. With the ref's back turned, Hernandez pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and slams them hard into Destroyer's skull! Putting them back into his tights, Hernandez quickly pins!

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

KICKOUT!

The monster somehow kicks out! Shocked, Hernandez calls for the end, locking eyes with his trainee. Nodding, Roberts sneaks to the other side of the ring and pulls something from under the ring, sneaking it onto the steps before climbing up to the apron. The referee rushes to stop her from interfering, allowing Hernandez to grabs the mystery item, his baseball bat! Stalking the big man, Hernandez finally swings, landing a home run right to the side of the face! Throwing the bat to the outside, Hernandez takes advantage by delivering a DDT! Roberts drops off the apron and the referee turns around to see Hernandez on top for a pin!

1...

2...

Kickout!

The fans are livid and furious that this monster kicked out of yet another move! Hernandez, not fully finished with his bag of tricks yet, heads over to the corner, waiting for a superkick to the chin that will finish off the giant once and for all.

Jazz: "And now he's going for a superkick, what, does he have steel tips on his boot too?"
Cole: "Destroyer is absolutely out of it, this could be the end!"

Hernandez begins to tune up the band, like so many before him, stalking Destroyer for the end. Slowly, Destroyer gets to his feet while Hernandez yells at him to turn around. Eventually, Destroyer turns, and Hernandez rushes forward, knocking him with a superkick! But no, Destroyer is still standing, and is completely furious! Destroyer swings with a hard right, but Hernandez ducks the move and delivers another superkick!

Destroyer stumbles around for a moment before Hernandez tries to take him down for the Submission Vol. 1! Destroyer powers out, managing to get out of the hold, but Hernandez refuses to relent, changing right into the MMA Elbows! Hernandez absolutely rocks his opponents brain with malicious elbows, but Destroyer manages to get back to his feet with Hernandez on his shoulders for the Eyes of Destruction!

But Hernandez somehow wriggles free and delivers one last superkick, this time knocking down the giant! Destroyer rolls onto his stomach and Hernandez grabs onto his wrists. Leaving his opponent's head totally exposed, Hernandez begins to stomp down on his opponent's head, viciously trying to knock out his opponent. The once-tall monster is now being taken down to size, slowly falling in and out of consciousness until the referee finally calls for the bell!

Jennifer: "Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has compared Destroyer unable to continue! Thus, here is you winner by KO, Guerrero Hernandez!"

The referee raises Hernandez's arm into the air as the fans cheer, despite his obvious cheating toward victory.

Jazz: "I can't believe this, I'm out fifty bucks because of a lousy cheat!"
Cole: "Well, whatever he did, it was effective, because Guerrero Hernandez is moving on to the semi-finals and possibly even the finals! He's only a few steps away to the IMDbWE Championship!"
Jazz: "Well, he's got Axl Massario up next, Cole. It's gonna be a hell of a match, if Hernandez doesn't cheat again."
Cole: "Cheat to win, Jazz, as you say, it's all about strategy."
Jazz: "Oh, now you listen to me. Why don't you grow a beard or something, you look about twelve."

As Hernandez and Roberts celebrates his tournament win, the camera fades to black.

[iggy]

Jazz: Here we go! Main event time! And a lot riding on this one!

Cole: Right Jazz, and-- OH! Here he comes now!

No Chance hits and Mr. WhateverMcMahon makes his way to the ring. he has a cheesy smile on his lips, doing his powerwalk as he approaches the ring. he almost stomps his way into the ring holding a mic. in his hand.

Sympathy for the devil hits short after and Vampire walks out on the ramp, with a I-can’t-believe-this-crap look on his face walking unmotivated and I-don’t-care-alike down to the ring. he slowly enters with a dull look on his face as enters the ring. Vince meets him

Vince: So Vamps… feeling up for it.

Vampire: Just bring Mcarther in….

Vince: so.. you are really up for this…

Vampire: just… let’s go through this.

Vince: Vampire… before we bring James out here.. Well. you must know.. that I have just taken things to the next level. First… The old agreement. No finishers… No submissions… Now… As I think about it. No power moves that can qualify or even have a resemplent of a finisher. No holds that even can be considered a submission. No DQ… No weapons. Of any kind. In fact… why bother show up Vamps… the only ways you can win this if is Mcarther doesn’t show. Or gets himself DQ’ed… so.. why wait for this… match of the year… match of the centuries… LET’S BRING OUT JAMES.

James’ title music hits but nothing happens. Everyone stands there wondering.

Vince: Maybe this doesn’t work… I try one more time.. Let’s bring out.. JAMES MCARTHER.

Once again his entrance music hits and again nothing happens. Vince gets annoyed.

Vince: DAMNIT…. James you son of a bitch.. you better get out here or I am going to drag you out here yourself. Now… GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW…

The screen starts to flicker, Ricky Davis appears on the screen

Ricky: hey Vince..!!

Vince starts to get angry. Vampire starts to smile behind him..

Vince: What… how dare you interrupt me?

Ricky: well I just want to know… so Vampire… can only win.. if Mcarther doesn’t show up.. or a unable to come to the ring and compete right…

Vince: (suspicious) yea… why?

Ricky: well… seems Vampire has won then… because.. well. I kinda.. found… James lying here.. coughing blood.

Ricky points to the floor and the camera gets down and we see James on all four lying there coughing blood like a maniac. Vince eyes widen with anger.

Vince: What the… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM YOU SON OF A BITCH…

Ricky: me? Nothing… (as he says this he “accidentially” lifts a bloody sledgehammer into the picture) Oops..

Vince starts to shake violently of anger in the ring.

Vince: You are going to regret this….

Ricky: Well thing is… I don’t care if Vamps make it to the finals or not… But if anyone are going to screw him… then it’s me. NOT YOU. I want to be the one that ends Vampire. Not you.

Vince shakes his head.

Vince: oh no… you can’t start your little Revolution stuff on me now… In fact.. (turns to Vampire) In fact.. I got some words for you…

Eric Longs music hits and the general manager walks down the ramp.

Eric: playas wait… wait…

He enters the ring.

Eric: Seems we have a problem here on our hands….

Vince: We got a problem all right. I want you to do something about this. They.. those Revolution bastards… they have screwed me… us… ALL OF US. Do something eric. Prove to me you actually have the guts…

Eric: well playa… you are right. We have promised them a match… but we can’t give them the match we want to give due to… complications. I only see one solution to this.

Vince: Yea you are right. (turns to Vampire) VAMPIRE. YOU ARE FIRED….

The crowd boo as Vampire laughs and shakes his head in a this is insane way. Vince smiles with a diabolic smile.

Vince: Yea… you are fired… YOU ARE FIRED… here… (hands him a planeticket) Denmark here you come… OH YEA. Good bye. Nice to you know you.

Eric: Playa… that was not what I had in mind.

Vince: What… wait I know exactly then what you had in mind…

Vince unbuckles his belt and opens his pants. He drops them and is standing in purple boxers with pink teddys on. Vampire is close to break down laughing as he sees Vince standing like this. The crowd laughs and Eric Long lowers his head in shame of this scene.

Vince: Vampire… if you want to get to the next round in this championship tournament… YOU WILL NEED TO KISS MY ASS… Come on Vamps… pucker up… feel the silk on your lips. And underneath the silk… the even softer skin… that is my ass.

Before Eric can stop him.

Vince: (Singing) OH YEA. MR. WHATEVERMCMAHON and his ass. ME AND MY ASS, MY ASS, ME AND MY ASS. Yea.

Eric: STOP THIS. Playa. I was going to make a point. Now yes. Usually I would punish Vampire, I would punish Davis. But you left them with no choice. Chairman or not you interfered in a board decided tournament, trying to tell my wrestlers what they could and couldn’t do. Now I don’t care if you screw people around but you will and I have the boards support and word on this… - STAY OUT OF THE IMDBWE TTLE TOURNAMENT.

Vince: Then what Eric… What are you going to do then?

Eric: well pretty simple Playa. First, if you ever decide to interfere in this tournament again, you will lose all your power within the IMDBWE by order of the board.

Now the tables has turned. Vince stands with the fuck it attitude and Vampire smiles diabolic.

Eric: Second. Since it’s because of you that James got hurt…. And we have promised all these playas here a match. It’s only fair… that you replace him!!!

Vince: What!!!

Eric: That’s right. BY the power given to me by you MR. WhateverMcMahon… I announce that this tournament match will be. Vince WhateverMcMahon vs. THE VAMPIRE.

Vince eyes widen as he hears this. He slowly, still with his pants around his anckles, turns around and face Vampire who by now have a huge diabolic smile on his lips. Vince tries to smile and give him a cheesy laugh. Vampire slowly approach him, making Vince trying to escape, but drop to the ring mat, falling in his pants, crawling fast for escape across the ring. Vampire grabs Vince by the leg and tries to pull him back but Vince squirms and kicks, making the escape but in the same time losing his pants during his escape. He runs up the ramp only in his boxers, with Vampire standing in the ring with his pants. The crowd laughs at Vince as he stands there. Vamps and Vince stare at each other.

Vince: oh yea… really funny. You know what Vamps… yea. I will stay out of the tournament. But sorrow will come. To you in the end. Yea. One day you will either be out of the tournament or champion. And then I can raise hell. Oh yea. I can and will screw you so many times that you won’t believe it. I will strip you of the title, just to hand it to you, JUST TO STRIP IT AGAIN. Then I will hand it to you, have you screwed, hand it to you again, JUST SO I CAN SCREW YOU BIG TIME AGAIN. And Eric… don’t think I have forgotten about this. Don’t… think I have forgotten this. I will make you be so sorrow you won’t believe it.

As Vince talks, Ricky moves out on the ramp behind him. Vince feels a presence behind him and as he turns around, he is greeted with a European uppercut by Ricky. Vince tumples down the ramp, once again in the same time, trying to escape. Ricky pulls Vince up and escorts him down to the ring and throws him back into the feet of Vampire.
Eric Long signals the referee to ring and the bell and the match is on. Vince eyes widen as he hears the bell, realising he is back in the ring, lying flat on his belly in front of Vampire. Before he can do anything Vampire grabs him and pulls him to his feet. He lands a huge right hand on him, taking Vince down again, once again pulling him up, throwing him into the corner. He starts to unload a series of left and rights on the chairman.
He moves aside so Vince can stagger off into the middle of the ring, before Vampire nails him with a elbow from behind. He pulls him back up by the arm and twists it, and lands another elbow on the shoulder again. He twist one more time and drags him off to the corner and starts to climb the ropes. He walks the ropes and connects with old school on Vince.
Vampire signals this match is over and scouts him. As Vince slowly rise Vampire catches him by the throat and hits a chokeslam.
Vampire drops down easy and gets the pinfall.

Winner: The Vampire

Ricky slides into the ring and goes face to face staredown with Vampire. Ricky offers a handshake as May the better man win. They shake hands and do the Revolution pose together for one more time, before once again, stare each other down.