The Amazing Rando

They really are the new KAAAAAANE

They're madly...IN AIRHORN...with Charlie Haas and Viscera

Charlie took Lillian to the backseat of a Volkswagon

The scene you are thinking of is from Dana Carvey as Johnny Carson doing there version of his final show, with him looking back on clips. In the clip, it's Norm MacDonald as Burt Reynolds, as Hartman was Ed McMahon. That is also one of my favorite moments, just because it comes out of nowhere (especially Farley/Deluise pissing himself while laughing hysterically). You also must remember...they were all in their boxers/pants down EDIT: And of course, my favorite SNL Celebrity Jeopardy line... Connery: BUCKFUTTER!! Trebek: I don't get it. Connery: SUUUURE you don't, Trebek. Honorable mention goes to "I (Heart) Boobs"

That first line should read "For the first time in under four years"

I would say from Road Dogg's IC win (in March of 99) to Chris Benoit's 2nd win (over Billy Gunn in November of 00) was probably the worst time for the belt, excluding the various Jericho/Benoit holdings, and Angle holding it (I'm the Only Euro-contintental Champion...besides D'Lo Brown, but who cares about HIM?). That is about 20 months with just over 20 title changes, when a month prior to Road Dogg's win, Ken Shamrock was coming off a four-month reign with the belt. Hell, Ken Shamrock, HHH, and Rock (along with Val Venis, who held the title between Shamrock and Road Dogg) held the belt for over a year. Just those four guys. The longest US title holder was Mr. Steve Austin, clocking in 240 days (just shy about a month of Rock's long record - which is only outdone by Valentine, Perfect, and Morales) I know title holding length doesn't really signify importance, but how it's booked is. The IC title as it's held now by Shelton (who seems like the kind of guy who really wants it and will do what it takes to have it) is the way all titles should be held and how characters should treat them. One of my favorite storylines ever was Shawn Michaels and his fake IC title befoer WMX. He wanted to be the champion bad enough that he faked a title reign, the likes of which haven't been seen since Eric Bischoff handed HHH the World Heavyweight Championship in 02. i have always been a fan of mid-card champions...and regardless of how it had been treated in 99 and 00, I give the IC title the nod.

How can a paraplegic go on a murder spree? Run people over with her Rascal? headbutt to death? fall on them and cause suffocation?

According to Borash, the Knockouts garner a half a ratings point. So we get to see more. It's too bad the WRESTLING gets a full ratings point, though.

I will definitely say Edge wins after Cena-ference. It can't happen any other way. RVD won't look weak because of the interference, and Edge will have the title so maybe the ratings will go up again. I'm also mentally debating whether or not Big Show goes back to the WWE side during Angle vs. Orton

Another casualty of the stringent steroid testing program. "It turned his skin GOLD!"

Yeah, I didn't think it was me. I only wrote against Manson once, maybe twice, with the first being in a cage leading to the ill-fated Apostle name-switch and feud with Craig (even if it did lead to one of my favorite things ever -- Condemned House). I might have faced him some other time right after winning the Euro title for the second time, but I don't think so. Matter of factly, I severely doubt it, given the Clark/Royal story going at the time. I beat Landon for it and maybe defended it once (if that) before losing it back to Landon in January en route to the Last SJL Match Evah. Note: This doesn't count Calvinballs and the possibility that he was a part of the "Niagara Falls Deathmatch", which I'm not sure of.

That was hilarious... the one guy yawning visibly right into the camera and then putting his hands up to his face as if sleeping. GOLD.

Here ya go... because Taamo suggested I do it. ------------ The whiny guitar and wailing vocals of Joey Tempest and his band Europe play over the screen, showing a small graphic for the upcoming tag team contest as the Suicide King and Mak Francis kill time and Funyon makes his way into the ring for his introductions. “This show has only just begun, the seconds ticking past on our way to the long awaited main event of the evening, where Landon Maddix will defend his prized possession against the man whom he won it from the first time less than eighteen months ago, the man we’ve all come to know as Michael Stephens.” “We know you are excited King, but there is still a lot more to go tonight! We have the hardcore championship on the line in a cage, we have the Maori Va’aiga and JJ Johnson, we have The Divine Wind and the Unique Youth and let’s not forget tag team turmoil later tonight…but next…” Mak’s run-down is suddenly cut off as the lights in the arena go dark, a lone spotlight shining down to the entranceway as the opening guitars and snare shots of Metallica’s “Welcome Home” bring a hush across the sold-out Budokan crowd. “Ladies and Gentlemen…” Funyon begins, “the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL….” From behind the curtain comes Bruce Blank, his body shrouded behind what seems to be a new angelic white jumpsuit. His face holds a sarcastic smile as he looks out over the Japanese crowd before the spotlight flickers and fades to black... ”Sanitarium! Leave me be! Sanitarium! Just leave me aloooone....” FWOOSH! The spotlight returns to full brightness, showing Bruce now standing behind his partner, the self-proclaimed bloody prophet, also clad in his signature white, crotched down on one knee in front of him, hair covering the trademark smirk he has made famous throughout the years. “Introducing first…coming down the aisle…at a combined weight of five hundred and twenty five pounds… they are “The King of Pain” Bruce Blank and Blooooodshed… THE DEAD PRECEEEEEEDENTS!!” “Love them or hate them, the unpredictability of those two volatile individuals has really started to come out. After coming up short for the tag team championships, you have to know they are looking for revenge against the first two people to step in front of them, regardless of who they are.” “But we know exactly who they are!” the Suicide King laughs out loud as Funyon’s voice fades and Bloodshed slowly stands, beginning his walk to the ring. Behind him, Bruce Blank follows, the light them causing them to glow as if they are saints. As they hit the ring, Bruce takes his time climbing the steps as Bloodshed slides under the bottom rope, meeting his partner in the ring as they await their opponents… “And their opponents…” “Hold on just a minute!” The crowd’s attention goes to the entranceway, where James Matheson stands with a microphone. “Funyon, Onion, Paul Bunyan, whoever you are. You can kindly take your leave…” “What the hell is this?” Francis wonders aloud as fans begin to boo at the first notes of Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir”. They know what is coming. “Matheson just doesn’t think Funyon has what it takes to introduce the two thoroughbreds just behind that curtain!” replies the King as Matheson clears his throat and brings the microphone to his lips once more. “Tonight I bring to you, you lucky Budokanians, two men who really need NO introduction… …except the one I’m about to give them!” Boooooooooooooo! “First…he was one of the quickest graduates of the Junior Leagues and has held every championship he’s ever set his eyes on! From Kansas City, Missouri…deeeeeeep in the heart of the United States of America….he stands at six feet five inches and weighs in at three hundred and six pounds….if you look up Old School in the dictionary you’ll see his face… CHARLIE…THE GRAAAAAAPPLER…MAAAAATTHEWS!” From behind the curtain steps the Grappler, the foreign crowd jumping all over the big man before he can even get a breath out… Boooooooooooooring… Boooooooooooooring “AND HIS PARTNER…” Matheson yells over the crowd, only slightly quieting them, “the absolute definition of Hall of Famer, Champion, Technician and Sex Appeal…” “WHAT?” “hush, Francis!” “…he has come to you all the way from Buffalo, New York…which is also in the great country of the U-S-of-A…he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in a brisk two hundred and thirty one pounds…the man, the myth, the legend… THE SUPERIOR ONE…TOM FLEEEEEEEESHER!” Matheson turns and Charlie looks to his side as Tom Flesher steps onto the stage, the crowd filled of mostly jeers along with a small spattering of respectful applause for the SWF veteran as “Kashmir” continues to blare around the arena. As Matheson departs back through the curtain, Flesher and Matthews begin their walk toward the ring, blasts of blue pyrotechnics blaze, their four eyes lock on the four in the ring. As they hit ringside, Bloodshed makes a move toward the ropes, his quick movement doing little to startle his two opponents as they head to opposite sets of stairs and climb them to the ring. Ignored or not, Bloodshed continues to smile as referee Nick Soapdish positions himself between the Precedents, Tom Flesher, and Charlie Matthews, calling for them to get to their corners and get ready for the match. “Nick Soapdish is going to need to have two or three sets of eyes in the back of his head to follow every guy in this match. History will tell you that these four men aren’t exactly privy to following the rules from bell to bell…” “No one can out-trick or out-cheat that man right there!” King says as he points to the Superior One, the brunette of the veteran duo pulling off his blue jumpsuit and tossing it to the outside as he turns back to the ring, unceremoniously shrugging his partner to the apron as he watches across the ring, the Dead Precedents engaged in a bit of discussion before Bruce steps back through the ropes and clutches at his tag rope, holding it out in Soapdish’s direction as the bell sounds… *DING DING DING* “Bruce Blank is making sure the referee sees that he is firmly holding on to that tag rope as Bloodshed and Tom Flesher start things off!” calls Francis as the two men in the ring stare toward each other, both sets of eyes moving rapidly between their opponents as Nick Soapdish calls for them to get the action underway. After brushing the hair from his face, Bloodshed zips across the ring, aiming straight for the Superior One… “Here we go!” King yells as Tom reacts to the charge, strafing his body to the right and catching the speeding Bloodshed around the head and pushing him toward the corner, “And there Bloodshed goes, straight into the corner of the Superior Grapplers almost face-first!” “You come up with that name all by yourself?” Mak asks as Bloodshed recoils off the turnbuckles, stumbling backwards and right into a waistlock! Fighting over the hold, Bloodshed tries to reach for the ropes as Flesher begins to work himself toward the middle of the ring. Taking a second to look over his shoulder at Bruce, Flesher spins himself and his captive around to better face the opposing corner, keeping one eye on his entrapped opponent and the other on the former Ultraviolent champion only a few feet away. Bloodshed continues to fight, shaking himself around like a rag doll in an effort to free himself. Flesher tries for a lift, looking to get Bloodshed off his feet… Blocked~! …Bloodshed’s left foot slides around Flesher’s left leg as tight as it can, keeping himself grounded as he begins to throw elbows behind his back, doing whatever he can to release himself. As the elbows begin to connect, Tom pushes forward and toward the middle of the ropes, pushing Bloodshed’s chest into them as he releases his waistlock and falls toward the mat, expertly weaving his right arm around Bloodshed’s thigh and pulling back, spiking his opponent down into the canvas and into a pinning predicament! One! T-Kickout! “Our first pin attempt of the contest looks to have Tom Flesher in control…” “As if you expected anything less…” The Suicide King remarks as the Superior One stays on top of Bloodshed, latching on a front facelock as both men get to their knees. As he begins to pull Bloodshed up to his feet he pushes away from the ropes once more, doing what he can to keep his opponent as far from the ropes and his partner as possible while still wrenching in the hold, tweaking and pulling every muscle in Bloodshed’s neck like only he knows how. “As long as Tom can keep Bloodshed away from his corner and continue wearing him down, it is going to be an easy night for both him and the Grappler, Charlie Matthews” comments Francis as Flesher tries for a suplex once again… Blocked Again~! …Bloodshed again gets his foot up to stop the attempt and follows by pushing his chest down and throwing his arms around Flesher’s chest, using his feet to get underneath his captor. With a grunt, Bloodshed lifts up, the position of both men making it hard for Flesher to attempt a block, and causing him to end up six feet above and parallel to the canvas on Bloodshed’s shoulder! “No! No!” “Could it be a Northern Lights Supl-“ THUD~! “-NO! Bloodshed was going for what he calls the Lights Out, and that is exactly what looks to be the outcome, the veteran Tom Flesher pulling back on that still-applied facelock, causing both men to come crashing back down to the canvas – the Dead Precedent’s head being drilled into the mat with an amazing DDT!” “Don’t ever think for a second that someone like Bloodshed is going to out-wrestle or out-counter a man of such wonderful caliber!” “I never said such a thi—COVER!” Mak yells as Flesher rolls himself on the downed Bloodshed… One! Two! SMACK!! “Broken up by Bruce Blank before the three!” He continues as Blank’s foot connects with the back of Flesher’s head, stopping the count as Tom rolls off Bloodshed and the referee jumps up, calling for Bruce to get back to the apron. Blank complies, his job done, making sure to once again wrap his hand around the tag rope in front of Soapdish as Flesher stands, rubbing the back of his head as he looks over at Blank, a smile on the big man’s face. “Had Bloodshed DDTed Tom Flesher like – as impossible as that is – you wouldn’t have seen Charlie Matthews breaking up the pin like that dumb redneck just did!” King exclaims, a tinge of annoyance in his voice as Flesher pulls Bloodshed up once more, only to have the hand full of hair knocked away. Bloodshed breaks the Superior One’s grip as he gets to his feet, once again wrapping his arms around Flesher’s chest and pushing toward his own corner, putting both men firmly into Dead Precedential territory. Bruce backs up, putting himself on the ring steps as Soapdish looks on, his hands raised in innocence as Bloodshed begins to fire away with a series of chops… *CHOP* Wooooooooooo! *CHOP* Wooooooooooo! “And the crowd here at the Budokan seems to love the chops!” “Must they always do that?” moans the Suicide King as Bloodshed continues his attack… *CHOP* *CHOP* *CHOP* Wooooooooooo! Bloodshed steps back from Flesher and moves toward the center of the ring, keeping an eye on Matthews and saying a few unheard words to the Grappler, a sarcastic grin forming on the faces of both men as Soapdish gets between them, warning Matthews about interfering. Behind him, however, Bruce Blank has his left arm across the face of Flesher, pushing his neck back and bringing his right forearm crashing down with a violent smack across the Superior One’s chest. “Bloodshed knowingly or unknowingly has distracted the referee long enough to allow Blank to get in his own shots on Tom Flesher, that huge right hand almost denting in the Hall of Famer’s chest!” exclaims Mak as Bruce moves back to his position on the steps just as Matthews begins pointing across the ring, both Bloodshed and the referee turning around to the site of Bruce jawing with a ringside fan and Tom Flesher still stuck in the corner, looking a little worse for wear than a few seconds before. The referee goes to the ropes, pulling Blank away from whatever conversation he seemed to be having and pointing at Flesher. Blank shrugs, throwing his arms up in ignorance before turning back to the fans, a smirk on his face. “Nobody pulls the wool over Tom Flesher’s eyes unless that’s what he wants them to do! And even then, that’s only behind closed doors” The Suicide King calls, causing Mak to shudder in his wheelchair next to him, as Bloodshed returns to the offensive, keeping Flesher in the corner with a series of kicks to the midsection. With the referee trying to break the two up, Bloodshed once again backs up, giving his opponent a small bit of breathing room as Soapdish checks on Flesher, the veteran pulling himself back up to a vertical base and shaking off the various shots he’s taken over the last few minutes. As Bruce moves back up to his place on the apron, a warning from Soapdish catching Flesher’s attention for a split second, long enough for Bloodshed to move back in… THUD! “And Bloodshed MIGHT be busted open!!” screams Mak as the Dead Precedent’s face strikes the top of the ringpost, his attack being thwarted by Flesher and causing him to be lifted high into the air before coming down with a sickening thud face-first onto the steel pole! “He took that Hot Shot forehead first…and indeed he is definitely living up to his name!” he continues as a ringside camera zooms in on the downed Bloodshed’s face, showing a small trickle of blood flowing down from his forehead as Flesher goes back on the offensive. “It’s not really a Bloodshed match until he’s bleeding Mak, I wonder if he has someone standing by with a couple of bags of his blood type during each match?” King says as he ponders the strange and mysterious ways of the man who no longer wishes to be known as Alan Clark. With Bloodshed on his hands and knees Flesher can’t help but smile as he’s set up perfectly for one of the biggest “F*ck you” moves in wrestling, a move the Superior One employs with great enjoyment, the Boot scrape. Flesher bounces off the ropes for that little added “oomph” but once he’s in the ropes Wayne Blank casually reaches in from the outside and hooks Flesher’s foot. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! “Hey now!” King yells as Wayne’s hand around the boot stops Flesher dead in his tracks and makes him turn his attention to Bruce’s annoying little brother on the floor. The moment Soapdish turns his attention to Wayne the weasel just turns his back to the ring and whistles like he’s totally innocent of any and all wrong doings. Grappler scowls at Wayne but doesn’t move from his place on the apron while Flesher has a couple of not too terribly nice words for Wayne. BIG MISTAKE!! Bloodshed has regained his senses enough to grab Flesher by the tights and rolls the Superior One up with a school boy and a generous handful of singlet One!! Two!! But not three as Flesher kicks out before Soapdish has even begun to bring his hand forward to start the third count. The fact that he only got a two count doesn’t seem to deter Bloodshed as a smile creeps onto his face, a smile that says “it’s only just begun pal” – a smile that’s quickly wiped off his face by an ultra stiff palm strike to the jaw thrown just as Bloodshed bends over to grab Flesher by the head. *POW!!* Flesher is on his feet only seconds later and back on the attack without even looking for a tag, he’s the Superior One, he’s in charge, he’s not about to tag out. Flesher takes advantage of the fact that Bloodshed already has his hand raised, holding his jaw and quickly reaches around Bloodshed’s neck to trap the arm while trying to slide his free arm up by Bloodshed’s head to trap him in a Million $ Dream. “NOT SO FAST!” Mak yells out as Bloodshed instinctively lashes out the second he feels Flesher’s trap closing in on him, a back elbow right to the eye of Tom Flesher breaks the hold and sends Flesher back against the ropes holding the side of his head in a tremendous amount of pain, a pain that’s only amplified 3 seconds later as Bloodshed distracts Nick Soapdish. “Son of a bitch!” King curses as Wayne once again makes his presence felt by punching Flesher in his unprotected kidneys as the Superior One hung in the ropes. The crowd once again give Wayne a hard time for his cheating interfering ways and he even draws a very annoyed “You better watch it” look from the Charlie Matthews. Soapdish didn’t see the infraction with his own eyes but he knows something is up and quickly admonishes Wayne to stay over in the Dead Precedent’s corner. Instead of focusing on Tom Bloodshed runs across the ring and throws a wild punch at Charlie Matthews, the punch is easily ducked but it also draws the ire of the Grappler, and when his ire is drawn he’s GOT to kick some ass! “Here comes the former champion!” Mak says as Charlie puts a leg over the middle rope and gets ready to jump in the ring and tear Bloodshed a new one. Alas it is a plan that Nick Soapdish isn’t too fond off as he rushes over to keep the Grappler from entering the ring. “Don’t tell me he fell for that?” King says with a mixture of disappointment and surprise as the distraction by the Grappler allows Bruce to sneak into the ring to double team Flesher. Bloodshed and Blank each grab a leg and hoist the Superior One straight up in the air before falling backwards dropping Flesher rather unceremoniously right on his face. Then Bruce gets up behind Nick Soapdish and loudly claps his hands together to simulate a tag. When Nick turns around he sees Bloodshed whipping Flesher towards Bruce who takes the Superior One down with a big boot to the face One!! Two!! “No, no, no you idiot don’t count – it wasn’t a tag!” Mak laments as Nick Soapdish beings the five count thinking that a tag had taken place only moments ago. Moments after Tom hits the ground Bloodshed steps out of the ring and grabs the tag rope while actually pointing to it. “Even as gifted an athlete as Tom Flesher buckles under combined forces of two men – THREE men actually!” King comments as Bruce begins to lay the cowboy boot to the Superior One showing just how technical Bruce’s repertoire has gotten with each kick to the back, ribs or shoulder by the King of Pain. The big man just can’t help but smirk as he drags the former multiple times world champion and hall of famer to his feet and then hooks Tom in a front face lock. “Oh the irony!” Mak exclaims thinking that Bruce was actually going to employ such a hold “Oh wait, he’s just setting him up for the suplex” the Franchise says as Bruce raises the Superior One up in the air holding him upside down for a stalled Suplex. And just holds him there With a grin on his face, Bruce’s not Tom’s. Bloodshed holds onto the tag rope and then reaches as far as he can into the ring and tags Bruce on the shoulder as the big man still has Flesher up for the delayed suplex. Having tagged in Bloodshed is up the ropes before Nick Soapdish can reach the 2 count and has leapt off by 3 *THUD!* Bloodshed’s boot strikes Flesher mid section causing Bruce to drop the Superior One to the canvas before leaving the ring. “You have to admit that they’ve really been working well together King” “I don’t have to admit ANYTHING! That’s one of the privileges of being the Suicide King” King states as he clenches his fists and hopes that Flesher is able to get to his own corner soon to give the Grappler a chance to get in the match as well. With Tom down on his back Bloodshed swiftly runs across the ring, leaps up on the middle rope and then springs backwards for a Lionsault. Flesher’s survival instincts kick in and the Superior One manages to roll a bit closer to the ring ropes causing Bloodshed to overshoot the target and come down on the canvas face and chest first in a heap. Bruce stretches out his hand and bellows to Bloodshed demanding that he tags in right this moment. Flesher eyes an opening as he manages to drag himself up onto his feet by holding onto the ropes and then he turns in Grappler’s direction. “Go on Tom, tag out!!” King cheers on in encouragement of Flesher’s idea, unfortunately Wayne has a different idea in mind and quickly reaches in to trip Flesher up keeping the Superior One from his corner. “OH THAT’S IT!!” Mak says as the Grappler has finally had enough of Wayne’s interference as he gets off the apron with a very pissed off look on his face and heads straight for the small weasly man from Alabama. With a 6’5’’ Grappler coming for him Wayne quickly back peddles and then hides behind his big brother as Bruce jumps down on the floor to confront Matthews. “Oh, ho, ho, ho” King chuckles in anticipation as the two brutes get face to face for the first time in the match “The fur WILL be flying!” King then adds as the Grappler points to Wayne who’s peaking out from behind Bruce’s back. The only real draw back to the Grappler getting in Bruce’s face is the fact that now that Flesher is actually able to make it to his corner it’s empty! The confrontation of the two massive maulers has naturally drawn Soapdish’s attention so the otherwise vigilant and alert referee misses a blatant low blow from Bloodshed and the neckbreaker that follows so closely after it that Flesher doesn’t even have time to adjust his junk before being taken down. Meanwhile out on the floor Bruce decides to take the first shot at Grappler by hitting him upside the head. Grappler staggers a bit but quickly raises a clenched fist to return the favor only to be struck in the chest by a drop kick from Wayne Blank as he leaps off the ring steps and OVER his big brother “HOLY SHIT!!” Mak blurts out almost falling out of his chair in surprise as the Drunken Dragon displays his flying ability with an impressive leap. As impressive the move was it was also totally illegal and done more or less in front of Nick Soapdish’s eyes causing the referee to leap to the floor while yelling at Wayne, threatening to disqualify the Dead Precedents. When Nick raises his hand to call for the bell the Grappler stops him and in no uncertain terms tells him to let the match go on instead. Nick eyes widen as the big man holds him by the wrist, shooting him a menacing glare – then Soapdish turns towards Wayne and motions for him to leave the ring “YER OUTTA HERE!!” The Franchise Mak Francis yells out like he was calling a baseball game as Nick Soapdish orders Wayne to leave the arena, a decision that draws a huge roar of approval from the crowd and a pleased little nod from the Grappler before the big man returns to his corner, although not before giving Bruce a little “this isn’t over yet” hand gesture. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! “About damn time! Flesher and Matthews are SKILLED WRESTLERS! They shouldn’t be subjected to such rampant cheating” King claims causing every single “Irony Meter” to max out and explode in an instant. Wayne reluctantly walks away from the ring with his head hung low, upset that he got caught and ejected, upset that he let his brother and Bloodshed down. Bruce doesn’t look happy at all as he walks up the ringsteps and gets back in his corner although his mood is quickly lifted as Bloodshed tags him in letting the big man take over on Tom Flesher while he takes up residence on the apron. Bruce rubs his hands as he goes to work on Tom Flesher after the Superior one has been put on the defense by the Dead Precedents rampant cheating. Bruce grabs Flesher by his short hair and then brings his massive forearm down across Tom’s back with a hollow thud. Seeing that Tom is totally at his mercy Bruce gets confident, cocky – arrogant even as he rakes the Superior One’s back HOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAHH!! “What the hell?” Seeing Tom so out of it Bruce can’t help but rub it in as he goes for a front head lock and then wrenches Flesher’s head to the side while pushing forward revealing that he actually DOES prepare for matches by going for the Cement Drop. Not being well versed in submission wrestling or really versed in it at all Bruce leaves himself open for a counter as Tom rolls with the momentum, sliding his legs between Bruce’s legs, pulling the big man forward causing his head to strike the canvas before Bruce can figure out what was going on. “That’s what you get!” King yells out and then adds “Never try to play Tom’s game, you’ll always loose, ALWAYS!” The moment Bruce releases the front headlock Flesher wiggles out from under the big man and then heads for his corner and the tag that he REALLY needs right about now. He leaps, arm outstretched… DENIED!! …Bruce has Flesher by the boot, holding on to the Superior One, preventing him from tagging by no more than six inches. Flesher jumps a few times on one foot, trying to keep his balance as Bruce keeps a grip on Flesher’s left foot – at least until Flesher leaps up, twists around and then kicks backwards with a mule kick straight into Bruce’s chest. The kick makes Bruce release his grip on the Superior One and Flesher is finally able to make contact with the Grappler as Bruce takes a few steps backwards from the kick. “YES!! Flesher makes the tag!!” King hollers as the Grappler quickly enters the ring looking straight at the big man already in the ring. Bruce and Charlie go head to head as they both start talking trash to each other, jawing as they stand there face to face, nose to nose like a couple of bulls ready to hit each other, the tension between the two is palatable as everyone in the arena are waiting for the two big men to hit each other. “You can tell the crowd has been waiting for this one for a while, they’re on the edge of their seats here waiting for a hard hitting fight – not a wrestling match but a fight!” Mak says possibly transferring some of his own anticipation onto the crowd as he’s eager to see the two big men go at it. Grappler starts off by putting a hand on Bruce’s face and then pushing the big man backwards, his way of saying “Get out of my face hayseed”. The shove is quickly repaid with a forearm shot to the chest, but the Grappler’s massive, furry chest takes the impact without the big man even stepping a full step backwards before he retaliates with a forearm of his own that knocks Bruce back a step, Bruce uses his momentum to fall back into the ropes like a kid pulling back on his slingshot and then he sprints forward (well “sprints” for him) and then tries to bowl over the Grappler with a running shoulder tackle *THUD!!* “OH MAN it’s like a Mac and a Semi hitting each other on the Interstate” Mak exclaims as the two men collide but with no noticeable effect on either man as Grappler braces himself and takes the impact full on. Bruce points to the ropes, inviting the Grappler to give it his best shot. The Grappler appears to be taking the invitation as he runs towards the ropes while Bruce takes a step forward instead of waiting for Matthews to come at him and then raises his foot looking to drive his cowboy boot into the side of the Grappler’s face as he bounces off the ropes. HE MISSED!! Grappler ducks under the big boot, bounces off the ropes on the other side and then takes Bruce down with a flying shouldertackle that knocks the big man from Alabama off his feet. Grappler follows up with two massive elbows to Bruce’s chest hoping to keep the big man down and under control. When that’s not enough to stop Bruce from trying to get back up Grappler grabs Bruce by the hair and. . . *BONK!!* “RIGHT ACROSS THE NOSE!! Man that sounded sick!” King says as the Grappler strikes Bruce square on the nose with enough force to bloody it. Grappler follows the headbutt with a kick to the side of the head before he pulls the staggered Bruce Blank back to his feet and then whips him into the corner with FORCE! Bruce strikes the corner back first with enough force to shake the entire ring, the ring is shaken once more as Charlie Matthews runs at Bruce and drives his massive shoulder into Bruce’s ample mid section. Grappler puts his big paws around the middle rope to trap Bruce in the corner and then he proceeds to drill Bruce’s mid section with his shoulder over and over If the Grappler had been well liked the fans might have even counted along. But he’s not so they’re not, but that doesn’t stop him as he delivers a good 6 or 7 heavy blows to Bruce’s midsection and chest as Tom Flesher yells encouragements such as “Hit the bastard again” and “He ain’t nothing Grappler”. After he’s satisfied that Bruce is much worse for wear he stops the onslaught and instead drags Bruce into the middle of the ring where he quickly applies the dreaded, the devious, the boring Bear Hug “Well I’m off for a cup of coffee” Mak quips as Charlie Matthews wraps his arms around Bruce’s ribcage and then manages to lock his hand behind Bruce’s back, since Bruce is so wide Charlie isn’t able to grab his wrist like he usually does but has to be content with locking his hands together as he squeezes with every ounce of power in his body. “Don’t look away, something is going to happen any minute now” King admonishes Mak. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING!” “Any minute now” King repeats almost as if he’s trying to convince himself. The Grappler squeezes tighter each time Bruce takes a breath, constricting the chest, slowing pushing Bruce into a state of oxygen deprivation just like the bear hug is supposed to be, then again it’s also supposed to be around the chest and not the waist/abdomen that most people do it. The strain of holding on to the big man as he tries to break free of the hold is obvious as Matthews face is all red and he’s sweating profusely from the strain but he’s not about to give up “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING!” “Yep any minute now something. . . anything will happen” King mumbles Bloodshed leaps over the top rope and tries to rush over and break up the Bear hug but Nick Soapdish is alert tonight and quickly cuts him off before he can make contact with either Bruce or Grappler. While Bloodshed threatens the referee Tom quickly steps through the ropes with a big grin on his face and then gets up on the second rope as the Grappler turns Bruce around so that he’s got his back to Flesher. “SEE!! I told you something would happen!” King says as Flesher leaps off the second rope and drills a knee into Bruce’s back, followed by a Spine Buster from the Grappler that bounces Bruce a foot or so off the canvas from sheer power. Grappler quickly covers while Flesher slides out of the ring, a second later Soapdish sees the pinfall, forgets all about Bloodshed and then leaps over to count Bruce’s shoulders down One!! Two!!! TH- But at the last moment Bloodshed grabs Bruce’s foot and places it on the bottom rope as he leaves the ring so that the referee has to break the count. Charlie Matthews gets to his feet, massive arms raised in the air, thinking that he’s won the match – a misconception that Nick Soapdish clears up by pointing to Bruec’s foot. The decision doesn’t sit well with Charlie Matthews who complains loudly to the referee, what he should have been doing was keep an eye on Bloodshed who’s slid back inside the ring and is coming at the Grappler from behind “WATCH OUT!!” Fortunately for the Grappler he doesn’t need to keep an eye on Bloodshed, Flesher did it for him and warns his partner just a moment before Bloodshed strikes. Heeding the warning Matthews ducks out of the way and a surprised Bloodshed ends up rushing head first into Nick Soapdish, bouncing his skull off Soapdish’s skull “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!” “Double bell ringer!” King quips as both Bloodshed and Soapdish collapse on the ground from the impact. The second Soapdish hits the canvas Flesher is in the ring again giving Bruce a boot scrape that does NOTHING for his looks, but then again what would? Flesher seems to be directing traffic a bit as he tells Grappler to pick Bruce up for a pile driver, a request that Grappler is more than happy to grant as he places Bruce’s head between his legs and then raises the King of Pain’s ample body up in the air while Flesher gets back up on the second rope, looking at the crowd with a sadistic grin before leaping off “SPIKED PILE DRIVER!!” Mak yells out as Flesher grabs Bruce by the boots and helps drive his body down as the Grappler lands a pile driver on Bruce. Flesher has a lot of payback to give after the early parts of the match so the Superior One wastes no time gloating but instead turns Bloodshed over on his back and then points up to the air. Matthews quickly nods before Flesher runs at the ropes for momentum, the Grappler grabs Flesher as he comes off the ropes and presses him up him in the air, twisting his body so that he comes down with both feet right on Bloodshed’s stomach. “The Dead Pre-whatevers aren’t the only ones that have great teamwork Mak” King gloats “Yeah and they cheat about as much too, funny how you’re not complaining now” Mak replies as the Grappler picks up Bloodshed and places him on the top rope with his back to the ring. “Cheating? Do you see the referee complaining? Is he calling for the bell or anything?” King counters conveniently ignoring the fact that Nick Soapdish is still out after Bloodshed bonked heads with him. Flesher traps Bloodshed’s feet under the top turnbuckle and then pulls his opponent backwards locking him in the Tree of Woe while Charlie Matthews goes back to working over Bruce Blank. Flesher puts one of his ASICS on Bloodshed’s face and then viciously scrapes it downwards causing the cut on Bloodshed’s forehead to widen and bleed more, a lot more. Flesher drops down and slides under the bottom rope, then he reaches around from both sides of the ringpost, locks his hands around Bloodshed’s jaw and begins to pull back putting a serious amount of pressure on Bloodshed’s neck and knees as he’s trapped upside down in the corner. “You know I’ve missed seeing Tom in the ring, he just brings such intensity you know” King says as he reminisces about the old times as the Grappler hooks his arms around Bruce’s waist and then raises the big man up in the air before dropping the King of Pain down on top of his knee for a rarely seen Atomic Drop, followed by grabbing Bruce by the hair and shirt and throwing him shoulder first in between the turnbuckles so that his shoulder strikes the ringpost with a hollow thud. “WELL IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME” Mak yells out as he sees Ced Ordonez come out with a referee’s shirt on running to the ring to hopefully get the match under control. The moment Ced slides under the bottom rope Tom lets go of his neck twisting hold on Bloodshed and just walks off, hands in the air, whistling like he was the epitome of innocence. “You know I don’t think I’ve EVER been happy to see Ced Ordonez and tonight is no exception” King moans as the wrestler-slash-referee breaks up the rampant double teaming, helps Nick Soapdish leave the ring and then goes over to untangle Bloodshed’s legs from the top rope so that the match can regain some semblance of order. The moment Tom gets back up on the apron in the appropriate spot the Grappler tags him in while keeping a boot firmly planted on Bruce’s back keeping the Trailerpark Messiah trapped in their corner primed for the Superior One to show the hayseed just how it's really done in the ring. As Ordonez begins to count for Matthews to exit, Tom quickly replaces the boot across Bruce’s throat with a stiff chop, the loud shot causing a bit of spit to fly from the big man’s mouth as his body dips forward, putting him in perfect position for the slightly smaller Flesher to wrap his arms around the head and upper-arm of Blank before quickly falling back, drilling him into the ground with a vicious DDT, putting another shot of pain through the already throbbing shoulder. “Even if Bruce could manage to get to his corner right now, it seems Bloodshed is in no shape to tag in after the bootscrapes from Flesher brought forth even more crimson” Francis’ comment comes as the camera follows Flesher returning to his feet, unsatisfied with the punishment Bruce Blank has received, the scene showing Bloodshed on his knees on the apron, his hand holding onto the tag rope. As Bruce tries to regain his senses, a hard slap from Flesher causes an “ooooooo” from the crowd, which the Superior One ignores as he falls to the mat, driving his knee down into the aching shoulder of the big man. The shot puts Bruce back down on the mat, but Flesher is relentless in his actions, standing back up and snapping back down with authority, his knee like a dagger between shoulder blade and socket. This time, Bruce’s free arm shoots out, looking for the ropes, but a quick and dirty stomp to the fingers retracts the hand and causes referee Ordonez to warn him of his actions. “This is exactly what it’s like to be in total control of the situation. If you want to know what’s it is like to be Tom Flesher, you are watching about as good as an example as I can come up with that isn’t X-rated!” The Suicide King seems pleased as Flesher falls to the mat, keeping his upper-body pushing down onto Bruce’s back as he wraps his arms around the arm and neck of the Trailerpark Messiah, pulling back hard with a picture perfect crossface. “If Tom Flesher can keep Bruce Blank grounded as he has so many other big men over the years, this match might not go on much longer” Mak remarks quickly as Bruce looks to be fighting, his arms and legs thrashing, his right foot finally able to stretch far enough out to fall onto the bottom rope. “And Bruce Blank is able to---HEY!” As Ordonez catches sight of the rope break, Charlie Matthews kicks the foot away. “Break it! Break the hold!” Ordonez yells to Flesher as he stands and points his finger towards the Grappler, who looks none-too-happy to have been caught in the act. Flesher reluctantly breaks the hold and stands up, wiping his hands on his singlet as Bruce crawls toward the ropes, his right hand grabbing at the bottom and trying to pull himself up, all with the Superior One standing over him, waiting. As Ced finishes checking over Bruce, he can barely get himself out of the way in time of another hard kick, the bottom of Tom Flesher’s boot connecting once more to Blank’s aching shoulder. “No rest for the weak, rope break or no rope break!” The Suicide King calls as Blank manages to get to his feet against the ropes, fighting through the pain building in his arm as Flesher grabs him by the wrist and aims for an irish whip… REVERSED~! Bruce manages to use his size to his advantage, turning the tables on Tom and sending the veteran into the ropes with a hard bounce, only for Flesher to return with a jolt, spinning himself sideways and raising his foot to the sky… *SMACK* ..sending a hard Yakuza type kick into Bruce’s chest, the shot causing the big man to stumble backwards into the ropes himself before firing back, his right arm swinging out like a baseball bat, nearly decapitating the Superior One with a clothesline! *THUD* Both Flesher and Blank fall to the canvas in a heap, and for the first time in minutes Bruce is almost close enough to his own corner to make a tag. As Tom fights to get up from the lariat behind him, Bruce throws himself forward, his hand lunging out… *WHIFF* …and finding nothing but the air! “Bruce Blank has no idea where he is!” Mak calls as Bruce pulls himself up and looks to the corner he thought his partner was in, only to hear the sounds of Bloodshed calling from just a corner away, his hand outstretched as he sits on his knees, blood caked onto his white shirt and face. “Bruce has very little chance to make it now, Flesher is almost up!” cries the Gambling Man as Bruce stands and stumbles toward his corner as Tom gets to his feet, turning himself around in time to see Bruce take one more desperate dive… *SLAP* …and make the tag! Ordonez signals the clean tag as Bloodshed pulls himself into the ring, his eyes concentrating on the Superior One as the two men collide in almost the middle of the ring, Flesher looking for a front waistlock as Bloodshed drills his fists into his back, warnings from the referee be damned. Getting nowhere, Flesher releases his hold and spins his body, pulling the wrist of Bloodshed with him and sending him sailing across the ring and straight into the corner of the Grappler! As his body snaps against the turnbuckles, Matthews takes his opportunity to swing his left arm out, slamming it violently into Bloodshed’s face as his partner keeps Ordonez busy on the other side of the ring. “What a shot from Charlie Matthews! Now it looks as though even more blood is beginning to seep from that open wound, if that is even possible at this point!” “See, that’s teamwork!” replies the King as Flesher steps past the referee and makes his way across the ring, denying his partner a tag as he pulls Bloodshed away from the corner and slams him back once more, the whiplash effect sending a shockwave of pain through the body of the self-proclaimed and currently literally bloody prophet. “It seemed Matthews wanted a tag there, you’d better hope Tom’s ego isn’t getting the best of him right now. Say what you will about Alan Clark, but when he’s in this mindset, and when that crimson flows as we’ve seen time and time again, there’s something that just clicks in his head and takes over…” “Yeah, the answering machine, because I don’t think there’s anybody ever home in that empty skull of his!” King laughs to himself a bit as Tom pulls Bloodshed out of the corner and drives Bloodshed down with another quick DDT before going for a cover… One!! Two!! KICKOUT!! Bloodshed is barely able to kick out, his legs buckling and his right shoulder shooting up from underneath the Superior One just before the three count. With a bit of a sour looking on his face, Tom wipes the bit of blood from Bloodshed’s face across the canvas so as to not soil his attire before pulling Bloodshed back up by the hair, making sure to keep his hands away from the face before hooking in a facelock and lifting Bloodshed into the air, holding him upside down and turning him to face Blank, who has just gotten to his feet in the corner. With a quick smile from Flesher, Bruce can only watch as Bloodshed drops, his body spun in the air before smacking against the canvas back-first with a loud smack… “The Superiority Complex! You had better believe it!” King calls as Tom reaches out, clutching onto Bloodshed’s legs and pulling him into a pinning predicament… One!! Two!! Thre---NO!! Bloodshed again is able to kick out just in the nick of time, leaving Flesher slamming his fist against the mat in a bit of frustration. As he stands back to his feet he looks to the Grappler and the camera can see him mouthing “no” to the big man’s outstretched palm before he turns and sends another hard boot to Bloodshed’s crimson face, but before the aptly named superstar can even so much as flinch, the Superior One grabs onto his legs and holds them up, weaving his hands between them and folding them down… “Could it be…this could be it…” …before quickly turning Bloodshed over and sitting back, latching onto the hold like a predator to it’s prey… “..The Superior Stretch is locked on!” Mak calls and King lets out a bit of a yelp of joy as the pain seering through Bloodshed’s body amplifies tenfold, his back being folded in a way mother nature never intended. “It doesn’t matter if you have the strongest back in the world, Tom Flesher will not release that hold until you scream for mercy and slap that mat with defeat!” The King seems on top of the world, only for a large angry redneck to rain on his parade as Bruce Blank rumbles into the ring, pushing himself past Ced Ordonez and driving his boot into the back of Tom Flesher’s head, the shot breaking the hold and sending Tom falling forward, his upper body catching on the bottom rope. “Bruce Blank was not going to let it end that way!” Mak calls as Ced tries to push the big man back to his corner, only for Charlie Matthews to slip in behind his back and lift Bloodshed up and throw his head between his legs… “Bruce Blank might have only been able to save his partner for just a few precious seconds…because look who has him now!” The King exclaims as the Grappler lifts Bloodshed into the air, flipping him up into perfect powerbomb position and … *FFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!* “BLOODMIST~!!” Mak screams as Bloodshed unleashes his viscous mist straight into the eyes of Charlie Matthews, causing him to drop Bloodshed from his grasp, the lightweight landing on his feet and immediately stepping back and firing forward, slapping the big man across the chest with a hard superkick, sending Matthews reeling backwards and through the ropes to the outside! “Bloodshed has just sprayed his own blood right into Charlie Matthews eyes and then blasted him with a kick that put him all the way out to the outside!” “I could see that a thousand times, and it will still be one of the sickest, most disgusting, putrid things I’ve ever witnessed!” King dry-heaves slightly as he finishes his comment, only for Bloodshed to turn back around in time to see Tom Flesher waiting for him, sending a hard kick to his midsection and hooking in another facelock before also grabbing Bloodshed’s left leg and quickly snapping his body backwards, driving his opponent over and down into the canvas and into another cover! One!! Two!!! ThreeeeeeNOOOO!! “A perfect Fisherman’s Suplex from Tom Flesher and still Bloodshed will not stay down!” “And neither will the Grappler, look!” King calls as he points into his monitor, showing the big man, his eyes wiped clean and an evil look burned into his face as he waits for a tag, but Flesher’s back is turned to his partner and is completely unaware as he pulls Bloodshed back up and whips him into the ropes, the Dead Precedent bouncing off and coming back at full speed… Leapfrog! WAIT! Bloodshed ducks underneath a Flesher leap and slams on his brakes, ending up behind the Superior One as he lands and turns around, expecting to see Bloodshed bouncing off the ropes… *SMAAAAACK* “ANOTHER SUPERKICK!!” Mak exclaims loudly as Tom Flesher’s neck snaps back and his body spins with recoil and sends him crashing to the canvas almost completely face-first. The smile seems to return to Bloodshed’s face as he quickly pulls Flesher up to his knees and drags him toward the ropes, pushing him between the bottom and second rope and pulling up, wrapping his arm around the Superior One’s throat and pulling back, putting all of his weight down hard onto Tom’s back, and nearly causing The Suicide King to choke on his drink. “AAACKK!!!” “Superior Stretch Beta!! …Applied by Bloodshed!! …IN THE ROPES!!” Mak calls out what his partner was trying to as Tom Flesher is trapped between the ropes in his own submission maneuver. Referee Ordonez is quick to start the count to break the hold.. One! Two! Three! Four! *SMAAACK* …but he can not get to five as Charlie Matthews’ right foot interjects into the situation, catching the wide-open right temple of Bloodshed and sending him falling back into the ring, the hold breaking mid-fall. Tom also falls back into the ring, holding his neck and trying to gasp for air as he rolls to his knees and begins to stand up, his head throbbing from the kick and his eyes on fire as he pulls the groggy Bloodshed up and drags him by his upper-body across the ring, placing him dead in the middle before wrapping his own arm around Bloodshed’s throat and slamming his thigh across the bloody prophet’s back, latching his momentarily stolen submission on for himself! “That’s how it’s done! Right there! Not by some bloody punk!” “…and now Tom Flesher with the Stretch Beta applied to Bloodshed in the center of the ring, and Bloodshed does not look to be enjoying himself one bit!” “That’s what he gets for stealing from greatness!” King yells angrily as Bloodshed writhes in the hold, his arms flailing and trying to get himself free, only for a large man in a white jumpsuit from Alabama to save the day, his foot doing to the Superior One what the Grappler’s did to Bloodshed, once again breaking the hold and putting both men down on the canvas. Charlie Matthews, who seems to be more angry than ever, steps over the top rope and into the ring, moving as quickly as he can toward Bruce, only for referee Ordonez to step in between the two monsters, much to the dismay of the Budokan crowd… “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “These fans just can not get enough of those two monsters going at it. Like Godzilla and Rodan!” Mak calls as Ced sends each man back to their corner, only for Bloodshed to smack Bruce on the wrist just as his hand wraps around the tag rope. “NO!” “Ordonez signals the legal tag, and now Bruce Blank is the legal man, giving Bloodshed some much needed time to rest” comments Francis as Bloodshed drops and rolls onto the apron. Blank steps over his partner and into the ring just as Flesher gets to his knees, his mind regretting not tagging his partner when he had the chance. As the camera makes a quick check on Bloodshed, the Suicide King can be heard groaning. “Do you see what I see, Francis?” “What?” “Check out the bottom corner of your screen, steel wheels.” King says as Mak stares into his monitor, only to notice a familiar face standing just over the barricade in the first row, his hands resting on the plastic as he watches the action in the ring. “Is that Wayne Blank? What is he doing out here! He got ejected!” “That’s what I’m trying to say!” “Well, I guess until Ordonez actually notices him and he doesn’t try to get involved as he is known to, he’ll be sitting there with all of the other fans.” “Yeah, sitting there, his head down as he watches Tom Flesher and Charlie Matthews beat his brother to a pulp!” “That isn’t exactly what I see in the ring right now, King” Mak replies as Bruce brings his meaty fist down across Flesher’s back, putting the Superior One onto his knees and grounded once more. On the apron, Matthews paces back and forth, waiting for his chance and continuing to wipe the dry blood from his face as he watches the action in front of him, his partner being thrown into the turnbuckles like a ragdoll at the hands of the Trailerpark Messiah. As Flesher bounces back, Bruce clutches onto his body and lifts him into the air, a loud southern grunt emanating from somewhere deep down as he extends his arms, holding Tom above his head in a magnificent gorilla press. “Tom Flesher is almost nine feet off the canvas right now, and there is nowhere to go but… *THUUUD* “…down.” Francis finishes as Tom is released, his body falling toward the mat, only for his face to be implanted into the top turnbuckle, his body going limp after the five foot fall to the pad. “He’ll knock his teeth out!” The Suicide King yells, but Francis notices something more. “Tom shouldn’t be worrying about his teeth, I think that fall just knocked HIM out!” Bruce pulls Flesher up and walks across the ring, the outstretched palm of Bloodshed waiting as he anxiously shakes the tag rope. The two men seem to share a few words as Bloodshed makes the tag and runs down the apron, sliding through the ropes into the same corner Tom Flesher was just imprinted into. As the crowd watches on, Bruce lifts Flesher up, setting him down on the top turnbuckle facing out into the crowd. “Oh no…no no no!” King mutters, his voice becoming more emotional as Bruce gets underneath his partner, who has climbed to the second rope and hooked the Superior One into a waistlock. With Bloodshed on his shoulders, Bruce pushes his body up, balancing the weight of his partner as Bloodshed tries to position Tom on the top rope, the crowd almost silent as they see what is going to happen next. “The Lasting Memory, King!” Mak yells as Ordonez begins the count on the double-team, only to catch the body of Wayne Blank standing on the apron in his peripheral vision! “What’s that drunken idiot doing now?” “Wayne Blank on the apron now, and Ced Ordonez does not look happy!” replies Mak as Ced turns his attention to the smaller Blank brother, only for the cameras to pick up on what it is that Wayne has leapt the barricade for. With the Precdents’ backs facing the ring, neither man can see Charlie Matthews coming up behind them… “Here comes the Grappler!” King calls out, but it’s too late as Bloodshed lifts up with all his strength, pulling Flesher off the top turnbuckle and over his head, releasing the Superior One in mid-air… ...and right into the arms of Charlie Matthews!” “He caught him!” the King shouts as Flesher lands onto the Grappler’s shoulders, the sudden impact of the weight jarring his body and dropping him down on one knee, putting him at eye level with the upside-down Bloodshed, who hangs off of Bruce’s shoulders by the legs… *FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!* “A SECOND DOSE OF BLOODMIST!!’ *THUUUUD* “NOO! NOOOO!” the Suicide King’s elation turns to depression as Charlie takes a second shot of Bloodmist to the eyes, causing him to fall backwards to the canvas from his knees, only for Tom Flesher to wind up crashing into the mat right on the back of his neck!!” “The Lasting Memory might have been missed, but Tom still ended up taking a nasty fall courtesy of his own tag team partner and that nasty mist!” Mak yells as Bloodshed backflips off Bruce’s back and lands on his knees, leaving Bruce to pull the Grappler out of the ring, both men sliding under the bottom rope as Wayne drops from the apron and Ced spins just in time to see nothing but Tom Flesher’s body upside down in Bloodshed’s grasp… *THUUUUUUUUUD!!!!* The sound of Tom Flesher’s head and neck crashing into the canvas echoes throughout the arena, Bloodshed spiking the Superior One down with authority. On the outside, Bruce rests on his knees, with one pinning down the back of the neck of the blinded Grappler. “BAD ACID TRIP! BAD ACID TRIP ON FLESHER! THE COVER!!” One!! Two!!! Threeee!!! *DING DING DING* “IT’S OVER!!” “Ladies and Gentlemen…the winners of this bout by pinfall…THE DEAD PRECEDENTS!!!!” Funyon’s voice rings out and “Welcome Home” explodes from the PA system as Bruce releases his weight from Charlie Matthews’ neck and slides into the ring as Bloodshed rolls from off Tom Flesher’s body and stands, his body battered as Ced holds the two partner’s hands high in the air. “I don’t believe what I just saw! Those two fools just defeated two former World Champions!” “Both of those two men are also former champions, if you remember, King.” “Who cares about some stupid ultraviolent garbage!” King huffs as Bruce and Bloodshed roll out of the ring and into the aisle where Wayne waits, the three men leaving Tom Flesher recovering in the ring while Charlie Matthews sits on the outside, wiping even more blood from his face. “It might not have been the cleanest fight in the history of this fine pay-per-view, but once again you might say that Alan Clark, Bloodshed, has pulled out on of the biggest upsets ever right here at 13th Hour!” “Thanks to Wayne Blank just happening to be standing at ringside after he was ejected!” “I said it wasn’t the cleanest fight, King, but if that’s what you are looking for you might want to take a coffee break for our next bout, as “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins gets set to defend the once Hardcore Gamer’s, then Ultraviolent, now once more Hardcore Gamer’s Championship against none other than Sean Davis…INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!!” As the Dead Precedents exit through the curtain, the camera pans above the ring to show the steel cage looming before fading out into a commercial for the SWF’s next PPV… Ground Zero.

beautiful.

I doubt he actually said any of that.

I will wait to see what happens in the four weeks following Vengeance. That's when things will get interesting. After that PPV, it would make SENSE that they would start being seperate, because Edge would be done with it, Cena would be done with it, etc etc etc. I suspect the following at Vengeance: 1) Edge to win the WWE title, leading to a Cena chase that will start to raise Raw ratings again. 2) Either (a) Kurt Angle to win again or (b) Randy Orton to win after Big Show turns back to WWE's side. 3) Cena and Sabu to not have a definitive winner either way.

I don't like to disagree with my partner, but Mak would put over Flesher because they have a friendship and history, and King would put them over for more of the respect/history AND Flesher and Matthews are "classic heel" while Bruce (and Bloodshed as well) are more "hardcore/extreme heel"). I would say both announcers would definitely side with MatFlesh due to those reasons, though if they went TOO FAR, Francis would probably get a little uneasy, friendship or no friendship.

I have one thing to say... FERTIG~!

Two hard cameras? Then on one hard camera you'd see the other camera staring back at the top of the screen, and even if it was tarped off...it would look stupid. They need to just have a third touring group.

She needs to pull her head out of her ass and realize that REGARDLESS of what show does better than any other show she's still going to be a spoiled rich cunt.

^ INTRIGUE~!

Bah to the lot of you... We should have the next show in the Other Realm from Mortal Kombat. G0R0 vs. Goro!

Avril's is better... "oh, right, you're Canadian"

Please, give me video of a 10 year old chanting "Balls! Balls! Balls!" during a King Booker segment or something.