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D Dawg v. KillaCrowe v. Renegade
James - This match is a Standard Match. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 225 pounds,, D Dawg!!! (crowd cheers *****) James: That's it, KillaCrowe's done it! [ Still out cold in the ring, D Dawg lies motionless as KillaCrowe slides out of the ring, and returns with a steel chair in hand. ] John: Ummm... What's with the chair? [ Lifting the chair above his head, KillaCrowe brings it down onto the body of D Dawg. Then again. He proceeds to visciously bring the chair down on D Dawg over and over. ] James: What's the purpose of this?? He won the friggin match! John: I don't know, but D Dawg is definately hurt... Hurt bad. [ Satisfied with the results of his attack, KillaCrowe simply tosses the chair down onto the body of D Dawg and leaves the ring. ] James: I think KillaCrowe is ready to take that next step, John. I mean, as viscious and uncalled for as that was, it still sent a message to all of The SHOOT Project loud and clear.
A towering man enters a small trailer, swinging the door open so fast that it almost falls off of it?s hinges. He walks forward and looks around, with every step he takes the trailer rattles a bit. He?s probably well over seven feet tall, and is most likely a little over four hundred pounds. So when I walked into my resting-place before my match that evening, that very trailer, you could imagine my surprise. I figured that Cronos had put him up to this. I figured that he?d sent one of his army buddy goons after me, the biggest and the baddest, just to take me out. Maybe he thought I was a threat to him even with him not being in the SHOOT Project. I mean, while I am one of the biggest advocators in the ?keep Cronos out? campaign, I can?t really do anything to him, since Wolfson seems to be so keen on the idea that Cronos would never screw him over. Wolfson doesn?t know Cronos all that well. Whether he?s known him his entire life or not is irrelevant. I knew he wasn?t sent by Azrael, because for one he was a little Oriental looking, and well?Italians and the Japanese have a storied past. Call it stereotyping, call it what you want, but it?s true. But if that was the case, it wasn?t Cronos? man. So who the hell was it? Anyway, the huge guy had his back to me, and luckily didn?t hear the door open. He was snooping around, picking up some of my things, reading the labels, sifting through my bags. I would normally have run away from such a big confrontation that I wouldn?t be paid for, but since what I am being paid for requires me to wear that stuff that?s in that trailer, well I?ve gotta do something. I decided the best course of action was to try and choke him out from behind. I thought that the best way to do this was probably to jump on his back, and grab hold of his throat and never let go. Simple enough right? I went for it, I charged forward, jumped on his back, and began wrenching away at his neck as hard as I could. Perhaps I should have gone with Plan B. He just grabbed my arm and flipped me forward, through the small table that was located in the trailer, and into a mess of shards of wood and the clothes that were all in my bag. A wet substance was leaking onto my stomach, and I figured that I was bleeding. Luckily, it was just a broken cologne bottle spilling it?s contents out on my shirt. Good, my stomach wasn?t bleeding. But my arm was. The top half of the bottle went down before I did, and my arm landed straight onto it?s sharp edges. Anyway, all of this was basically non-important at the time, as I figured my life was about to end right there. The towering man looked down at me, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes seemingly ablaze. As soon as he caught a glimpse of who I was, he stepped back a bit? ?Bah-lazed?? His Japanese accent sealed the fact that he wasn?t one of Cronos? men, and he wasn?t someone that Azrael sent. ?Mista Bah-lazed?? I nodded my head, my eyes still dazed from the fall through the table. ?Good, good. Will you say a little saumthing for the camera please?? I just attacked this dude, he threw me through a table, and he wants me to say something for the camera? What the hell? ~ ?Who, who?WHO are you?!? My yelling startled him a bit? ?I am Shinzaki, a camera operator!? A cameraman? A CAMERAMAN?! Jesus, this guy was huge for a camera man?and a camera man just handed me my ass! Lord, maybe I?m not as good as I thought? ~ ?Maybe a little later, Shinzaki?I?m a little shook right now.? He bowed his head in shame, as he knew it was probably his fault that I couldn?t really speak at the moment. He nodded and walked away, his head pointed towards the floor. ~ ?Well?maybe a little something wouldn?t hurt. There?s something I?ve been wanting to get off my chest for a while.? He smiled and continued out the door, waving a huge paw for me to follow. I did. I don?t know if you?ll see what I said?but you?ll definitely hear it.
Will Schmidt/The Real Deal v. Krazee/Sebastian Crow James: That finisher ROCKED Krazee! Real Deal immediately makes the cover. 1... 2... 3!!! Sebastian Crow, a grin on his face, slowly begins to make his way up the ramp. Will Schmidt takes off running. Josh Johnson grabs a mic, and addresses Sebastian Crow. Real Deal: I don't know what the fuck you are doing, or why the fuck you are doing it. Your motivation, or lack thereof confuses me greatly. I have a lot of things that I am concerned with right now, and you are certainly not helping me out. I have so many other things-- The SHOOT Tron kicks on, and footage of outside the building shows. Will Schmidt is shown throwing Tara Sexton into his van, and leaving. HE HAD HER IN THE BUILDING THE WHOLE TIME!!! Josh drops the mic, and takes off running to the back.
Garrett Reid v. Strayt Jakit James: Garret has Strayt Jakit acting as his personal bitch. John: Shuttup and watch. [Reid has Jakit down from a previous Sleeper Drop. And picks him up ripping his mask off. He gets behind a groggy Strayt Jakit, and puts his arm under Strayt Jakit's arm pit. Strayt Jakit raises his head up, and gets a psychotic look on his face. He delivers a low blow to Reid.] James: Ouch... John: This match is actually pretty good, you know for two retards to make it. James: That just made no sense. [Jakit has Reids arms hooked, and does a move known to many as the vertabreaker. Only Strayt goes onto his knees to deliver a reverse tombstone type move. He turns around and rolls reid over and pins Reid scoring the three count.] James: SATAN'S THERAPY! John: NEW DOJO CHAMPION!
Mike Angel v. Voodoo [During Voodoo and Angel's fight the lights suddenly go out in the building. An eerie silence falls over the crowd as they try to figure out what happened to the power.] James: What the hell is going on here? John: Can't they even pay for the electricity in here? What kind of bullshit is this? [The crowd's silence soon turns to frustration and sounds of protests as they came to see people descimate eachother. Then suddenly a dark forest green light shows on the far wall, so bright that it casts a matching tint throughout the building.] John: That light sorta resembles a video projection light. [Everyone's heads, including the two modern day gladiators, are pointed towards the light's end on the wall.] [As sudden as the lights turned out, a video begins playing on the wall. You see a wrestling ring in the middle of a jam packed arena. The company's name on the ring apron has been censored out.] James: Why is this crap playing? We have no affiliation with big time federations. John: Where's the security? I'd expect more from the Yakuza! [You see a giant of a man in the middle of the ring, totaly crushing another man only half his size. You can't see the large man clearly as his long black hair is covering his face. The large man grabs the smaller man's throat with a fist nearly the size of the man's head. He lifts him up, obviously with ease and chokeslams him down to the mat wich such force the entire ring shakes.] John: That was one hell of a Choke Slam, but what's the point of all this? [A man in an expensive looking suit runs down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He's in the man's face, looking as though he's shouting at the mamoth of a man. Judging by how the man is just taking the verbal abuse, the suited man must be the company's president. The large man shakes his head, and then kicks the president in the stomach, doubling him over. The president is then hoisted above the giant's head and held up.] James: It looks like he's going to Power Bomb that man. [The large man walks over to the ropes, carying the president above his head with ease. He throws the man over the ropes and down onto the anouncement table, in a Power Bomb fashion, only instead of hitting with his back, the man lands on the back of his neck.] John: Holly shit!! That's gonna leave a mark! I've never seen a Power Bomb like that before. [The video fades out as the only man left standing walks out of the ring and towards the back.] James: Well that was defantly cool, but what's the point? John: Wait there's more... [The video fades back in, aparently the same night being shown only much later, judging how the same giant and same suited man are seen in the same clothes. The mamoth of a man is held down to the ground, on his knees. His long black hair again covering his face. He is being held down by several police officers, while the suited man is held up by an asociate. The well dressed stranger is yelling at the restrained monster, then the cops stand him up and lead him out of the room.] John: Well it looks like he's getting arested for hurting the owner. [The scene fades as the man is put into the back of a paddy wagon and taken off. The green light then cuts off and instantly the lights return to the building. Everyone is looking around trying to figure out what that was all about.] James: Well that was interesting, pointless but interesting. John: Yeah, maybe now we can return to the reason for being here tonight. [As John speaks that statement, the two men in the ring proceed to brutalize eachother and the night continues as previously planned.] Mike Angel picks Voodoo up and side suplexes him to the mat. Mike Angel is up again. Voodoo gets back to his feet. Mike Angel hits a kneeling headbutt to Voodoo's groin. Voodoo climbs to his feet. Mike Angel uppercuts Voodoo. Mike Angel chops Voodoo. Mike Angel connects with a flying knee. Voodoo goes down. Mike Angel puts Voodoo in an arm grapevine submission. Mike Angel springboard DDT's Voodoo onto the mat! Now Mike Angel standing. Voodoo moves back to his feet. Mike Angel executes a headlock takedown. Mike Angel hits Voodoo with an elbowdrop. Mike Angel stands up. Mike Angel slingshot elbow drops Voodoo. Voodoo gets up. Voodoo gets thrown into the turnbuckle. Mike Angel comes over and smashes Voodoo's head into it. Mike Angel thrust kicks Voodoo in the head. James: Oi... Voodoo took a hell of a kick there. He's got to be out. Angel immediately goes for the cover. The referee hits the mat. 1... 2... 3 NO!!! Voodoo got his shoulder up!! John: Talk about CLOSE! The ref's hand couldn't have been more than a few centimeters from the mat that time. Hopping to his feet, Angel allows Voodoo time to climb to his. James: I know that look... That look on Angel's face... He's sizing Voodoo up for the Angel of Death... As Voodoo makes it to his feet, Angel locks him into position. He lifts Voodoo up, and as he goes to slam him, Voodoo reverses the moves and pins Angel. The referee hits the mat. 1... 2... Kick out by Mike Angel!! John: Phew! Voodoo almost took it there! Beautiful, yet desperation, maneuver! As Angel scrambles to his feet, he's met by a dropkick that sends him back to the mat. Hopping to his feet again, he is hammered into the corner with lefts and rights. James: Oh... God DAMN IT! Rushing from the back, steel chair in hand, Ravage hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes. Swinging the chair at Voodoo, he misses, and cracks Angel across the head as Voodoo ducks out of the way. John: Look at the look on Ravage's face!! He's just plain shocked! James: HA! Serves those two right! His jaw dropped, Ravage stares at the fallen body of his comrade in shock, so much so to not even notice Voodoo, who swiftly hits him with The Curse. Immediately after, Voodoo covers Angel. 1... 2... 3!!! John: Voodoo's beaten the monster! James: Oh man I love it! Ravage just COST Angel a win!
Chris Lee v. Ravage
To Whom It May Concern: This is the beginning of a Revolution. This is the beginning of something that none of you will understand, that none of you could understand. This is the beginning of their reign. This is the beginning of the end. They?ve already started, you can tell. It?s everyone?they?ve begun to break me down. They?ve begun to pull me out of my element. They?ve begun to find out who I am. It?s not a good thing, no. It?s not good for me, and it?s not good for them. They don?t understand what they?re doing, no matter how intellectual or intelligent they believe they are. They think they?re crushing me, they think they?re on the verge of pulling me into oblivion. They think they?re taking me out of the game, and they think that they?re going to finally end me. Afraid not, children. They should know. They should know that who I am right now, and what I am right now is far better than what is to come, should they persist in their pushing, in their antagonizing, in their efforts to kill me. My reaction to controversy is not one of sorrow, and it is not one of weakness. I hate who I?ll become. They?ll hate who I?ll become. If they knew. They should know. They should look into my eyes and be able to tell that I?m not who I portray myself to be. Not all the time anyway. Certainly not all the time. I?m not trying to be mister tough guy here, and I?m not trying to scare you. I?m not a dark, devilish man, and I?m not one to challenge you to a casket match, or a hell in a cell match. I don?t pride myself on being extremely violent, and I don?t think I come off as such. I will tell you what I am, though. I am? Well, actually, I couldn?t tell you what I am?to be honest, that is an enigma even I have trouble solving. All I know is, when I have to be, when you push me to be?I?ll do what needs to be done. It doesn?t take much, doesn?t take much at all. A few sneak attacks here, a few attempts at playing mind games there, and you?ve got me where you want me, right? Or maybe I?ve got you where I want you. You be the judge. ~ Nameless
Master Molde/Temujin v. Azrael/Blazed John- ouch?Temujin?s really laying it into Blazed here, he showed up today! James- of course he showed up, if he didn?t, he wouldn?t be here. John- you know what I mean. (Temujin rises to his feet, dragging Blazed along with him, and stretches his hand out to Master Molde, who tags in and begins punching Blazed in the top of his head repeatedly, backing him up into the corner.) John- Molde was very impressive last week, when he defeated Blazed for his Rising Star Title. James- he won the Rising Star Title, yes, but only because Azrael, Blazed?s partner tonight, rendered Blazed unconscious. (Molde grabs a hold of Blazed?s arm and hops backwards, sending Blazed into the opposite corner all at the same time. But things don?t go as expected for Molde, as Blazed bounces off the corner turnbuckle and fires back with a spinning heel kick. The crowd noise begins to pick up as he tries to crawl his way over to Azrael, who stands only a few feet away?) John- if Blazed makes the tag here, it?ll turn the tide of this match! (Blazed reaches deep down inside and finds the strength somewhere down there to fly through the air and hit Azrael?s hand, allowing Azrael to come in and attempt to reverse the momentum back to their teams favor. Unfortunately that wasn?t the case. As Blazed flew through the air and swung his hand, all he was met with was a whole lot of rope. Azrael had just dropped down to the cement below, and began walking to the back.) John- NOT AGAIN! Azrael is not going to screw Blazed over AGAIN! James- oh, yeah I think he is! (Molde comes from behind Blazed and wraps his arm over his neck, pulling him back into a reverse DDT. Again, Blazed is slung into the corner of his opposition as the sound of two hands is heard, and Temujin once again enters the ring. Temujin throws Blazed off of the ropes and gets his feet set, as Blazed?s momentum takes him back towards Temujin, he is met with an incredibly quick and strong kick to the side of the face, laying him out completely?) John- I didn?t even SEE that! James- I think that was the Shadowless Kick! He just knocked Blazed?s head off with that! (Temujin rolls Blazed up as the referee falls to his knees?) One? Two? Three!!!! Compare- ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, as a result of pinfall?MASTER MOLDE AND TEMUJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!! (Temujin and Master Molde begin to walk separately to the back?) John- if Azrael hadn?t walked out on Blazed, this might not have happened! James- this probably wouldn?t have happened, John! At least not like this! Blazed fought a decent match, but he couldn?t possibly overcome both Master Molde and Temujin with no support from Azrael! John- and you have to wonder, with Azrael acting somewhat civil to Blazed over the week, just what the hell he did this for?! James- who knows?maybe he?s pissed about Blazed and Garcelle doing the hibbidy dibbidy. John- impossible?Garcelle does that with a lot of guys. James- ok, well maybe he?s pretty pissed that Blazed is his ?bodyguard? of sorts, and doesn?t feel that as SHOOT Champion that he should need one. John- wait, this might develop a little more here, fans! We were about to go off the air, but it looks like Blazed has something to say!!! (Blazed crawls over to the corner, where the Compare left the microphone and grasps the metal object in his hand. He breathes very heavily, as he looks around at the crowd and then down at the mic?) Blazed- Azrael. You did it to me man, you did it again. You mind coming out here? John- he?s not as irate as you?d expect! James- no, John, he probably is?he?s just in that calmed rage that can sometimes be entirely more powerful than outright madness! (Azrael appears adjacent of the ring, with his SHOOT title over his shoulder. He?s already changed to leave. He stares at Blazed from about one hundred feet, scowling, allowing his eyes to shoot directly into Blazed?s with a path of fire leaving it?s trail.) Blazed- Don. I tried to help you out last week, and you denied me, using violence rather than words. I retaliated, just as any human would in that situation. You came down later on that night and cost me a match, and not only a match, but a match for the Rising Star Championship, which I had laid on the line. I see you this week, and everything seems cool. (Blazed begins to rise to his feet, using the ropes as his leverage?) Blazed- I come out here tonight, try and make the tag to you?you weren?t there. I lost another match, because of you and your fucked up sense of reason. Did you hear me? (Blazed walks over to the ring ropes closest to Azrael?) Blazed- I said YOU?RE FUCKED UP! I?m supposed to be helping you keep that strap on your shoulder right? Or else I get no more of what I wanted a couple of weeks ago? Well fuck that, I?m tired of it. I?ll keep that title over your shoulder for you all right. If you have any defenses up to the time of the pay per view, well consider yourself a winner, because you WILL retain, I?ll make sure of that. I?ll get your back, bro, I?ll get your back until the pay per view. (Blazed steps one foot through the ropes and sits, as if to halfway invite Azrael into the ring?) Blazed- but when the pay per view comes?I want you in this ring here. I want you, in all of your selfish, nonsensical, fucked up glory Azrael. And I want it for the SHOOT Championship. (The people in attendance rise to their feet and begin to yell whatever it is that they?re feeling at the time. Azrael smirks and thinks over Blazed?s proposition.) Azrael raises his chin at Blazed, rubbing his hand his mouth, his eyes direct upon Blazed as he sits on the ropes. Those eyes drift to look at the World Title around his shoulder, then at the audience around him. All watching him, all expecting him to do something and letting him know exactly that with their chants of "fight!" and "pussy!" Azrael narrows his eyes as he gazes upon the crowd) John: What's this? Azrael has his own microphone! Azrael: Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. John: Huh? What's that suppose to mean? Why is the World Champion making his way to the ring? (Azrael is indeed making his way to the ring, and he finds himself standing in front of Blazed who is still sitting on the ropes, now invited the world champion in. Azrael gazes upon Blazed, but strolls around to the other side of the ring and stands there, watching Blazed for another moment longer.) Azrael: Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine; Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. James: The Champion is getting into the ring now! (Yes, now the champion stands in the middle of the ring, and Blazes lifts himself up from the ropes and stands tall, peering at the World Champion before him.) Azrael: Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here." (Azrael drops the microphone and stares down at the World Title over his shoulder. Slowly pulling it off of him, and staring down at the tin in his hands. Raising his eyes to the masked man that stands in front of him, he then holds his arms out, the World Title in his hands. Quirking a brow, as his curious eyes fall over his colleague) John: I just don't get it! You can never tell what's going on inside the mind of the World Champion! James: But jeeze, you can certainly cut this tension with a knife! (It is a fact, that the tension is rising as each second passes. A second of silence, as the two stare back at each other. Finally, Azrael lets his hands fall to the side and walks towards Blazed. Now the World Champion is in the masked man's face, exchanging a curious glare until Blazed steps aside and Azrael drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, making his way backstage. Leaving Blazed with more questions than ever before.) ****STATIC**** The scene cuts to the windy rooftop of a building with a seemingly infinite amount of floors. Steel antennas that line the edges of the roof rock violently in the wind. A shaken scream is carried from the other side of the rooftop. The camera pans around quickly to focus on a shadowy figure holding another frantic individual by his ankles over the side of the building. The victim screams in fear for his life as the camera comes in closer to the extreme event ahead. The face of the helpless is now recognizable..... It is Norman Wong former star of SHOOT Project. The tears in his eyes glimmer in the light of the fool moon as he begs for his life. Norman: PLEASE BLOOD! I tell you everything, yo! PLEASE NIGGA! AHHHHHHHH! SHIT! The man who holds Norman's life in his hands with his back still shown remains quiet. He seems to contemplate whether he should make the world a better place by releasing his grasp or if he should spare his life and listen to what he has to say. He chooses the ladder of the two and tosses Norman onto the cement rooftop. Norman: Thanks, yo. Seriously, blood, you hella sick for that, nigga. I tell you everything. Finally the mysterious figure steps out of the shadows. It is Shaolin. He seems to walk uneasily as he holds his left hand against his side. An emotionless look on his face he speaks. Shaolin: Look at me Norman. Nursing two gun shot wounds. And you know something, Norman? An uncomfortable silence follows as the shaken Norman cant decide whether he should seek the answer to that question. Norman: What? Shaolin chuckles to himself then stops abruptly and grabs his side again. Shaolin: I have a feeling that you have a lot to do with this. I have a feeling that it wasn't an accident that Meioh felt he had to have me killed. I have a feeling that you enjoyed watching me drive Meioh into a coma. Now...... tell me the truth..... no more hiding...... you're own life is in the balance. He reaches forward and grabs Norman by the collar of his GAP jacket and holds him over the ledge once again. Norman continues where he left off with his screams of terror. Norman: AWWW SHIT! Look blood, I turned Meioh against you! My uncle is president of Nokia, blood! I fuck around wif cell phone and told him a few lie, but I didn't think shit would turn out like this, yo. I just wanted to be on top! Like you and Meioh! I wanted to bring pride to Asia like you, nigga! I was tired of being a joke! I was tired of watching you and that dumbshit Meioh take all the glory! With a look of disbelief in his eyes Shaolin holds Norman out a few inches farther. Norman: PLEASE, BLOOD! You gotta believe me, yo! Shaolin brings Norman back onto the rooftop then drops him into a backbreaker causing a surprised Norman to whince in pain. He shakes his head as he watches Norman squirm on the ground. Shaolin: I want you to leave SHOOT. Leave here and hide in shame. You let your desire for glory and fame turn you into a disgrace to your motherland. You are a snake; it would be wise for you to stand clear of dragons. If you ever return I will make sure you regret it. Norman bows his head in shame. He holds his back as he rises to his feet and looks back at Shaolin directions, but he is already gone. |
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