Post by CEO Cloe on Jun 25, 2012 21:55:58 GMT -6
Live from the Ameri-Dome, Washington D.C.
Friday, June 29th
[glow=blue,2,300]USPW Presents: Freedom[/glow]
Your USPW Presents: Hell Frozen Over Commentators for tonight:
Tom Roberts, Steve Travis and Johnny Vendetta
Roberts: Hell USPW fans welcome to Friday Night Freedom!! Happy June 29th, everyone! Can you believe this is the 10th ever Friday Night Freedom??
Travis: I'm Steve Travis, and these goofy looking guys are my broadcast partners, Johnny Boyardee and Tom Roberts!
Johnny: Yeah! We would thank our sponsors and hype the show, but really, screw the sponsors, Matt Hawk has demanded his massacre of Dale... I mean match be first!
Roberts: Let's start the action!!
No DQ Match
Matt Hawk vs Dale
Mischoff declares that Hawk can face anyone he wishes tonight on Freedom!
Matt Hawk vs Dale
Mischoff declares that Hawk can face anyone he wishes tonight on Freedom!
Travis: Our next match is going to be a good one, a NO DQ match between "The Daddy" Matt Hawk, and his bitter rival Dale!
[Some off the wall music begins to play and Dale steps out onto the entrance ramp and makes his way down to the ring with the fans showering him with boos. He rolls in the ring and steps into a far corner and seems to be a little skittish about wrestling here tonight.]
Travis: Dale looks scared…
Johnny: Well, he is facing Matt Hawk, "The Big Daddy"! I would be scared too!
“You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes”
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes”
[The Daddy walks out as “Devil Without a Cause” continues to play. When he reaches the ring he walks all the way around the ring pointing at the crowd before climbing up the steps. Once in the ring The Daddy climbs up to the second turnbuckle points to the crowd strikes a poise. Then he walks to the center of the ring.]
Roberts: Matt Hawk looks ready for action.
Travis: He sure as hell does.
[The bell rings and Matt Hawk rushes towards Dale. He hits Dale with a huge shoulder block and knocks Dale straight onto his back. Matt Hawk picks Dale back up and gives him two strong right hands to his head and Dale falls back to the ground. Matt Hawk turns to the crowd and throws one of his arms in the air to get the crowd excited.]
Johnny: There you go Daddy!
Travis: Johnny, That sounded a little creepy.
[Hawk lifts Dale up and chops him across the chest, He chops him across the chest once more before he stumbles back into the near corner. Hawk walks over and climbs on top of Dale and begins the classic ten count punches. One,Two,Three,Four,Five,Six,Seven,Eight,Nine, and with the final punch the entire crowd yells out; TEN ! Hawk hops down and Dale falls face first onto the ground.]
Travis: Matt Hawk gives Dale ten of the hardest punches of his life!
Roberts: You know, I don’t think I ever seen the crowd on Matt Hawk’s side since he joined USPW. But today, they seem to be loving him.
Johnny: More like they hate this Dale character. Daddy should whoop his ass!
[Hawk lifts Dale back up and simply scoop slams him back down. Hawk bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on the back of Dale, leaving him gripping his back in pure agony. Hawk laughs as he rises up and rolls out of the ring, He showboats toward the fans a bit before reaching under the ring and pulling out a steel chair, he tosses it in the ring and rolls back in.]
Johnny: Looks like The Daddy is going to get this party started!
Roberts: He's going to decimate Dale with that chair !
[Hawk is back in the ring and has the chair in his hand, but he doesn't hit Dale with it, he simply props it between the top and middle turnbuckle then turns his attention back to Dale. Hawk grabs him by his head, but is met with a strong left forearm to the groin. Hawk falls over gripping his groin, Dale lifts up and walks over to the chair, he takes it and turns back around to Hawk and hits him over the back with it. The sound of steel meeting Hawks back echoes through the arena.]
Roberts: Ouch! A big chair shot from Dale!
[Hawk doesn't get hurt, he quickly rolls to his feet holding his back, Dale charges at him with the chair high above his head, Hawk kicks him in his gut and Dale drops the chair and bends over gasping for air, Hawk grabs his neck and DDTs him right on top of the chair sending blood splattering all over the ring. Hawk gets back to his feet, blood dripping all the way down his arm and his rib cage area, Hawk looks down at it and chants at the crowd. "F--K DALE, F--K DALE" The crowd joins in with his chant as he turns around and picks up the blood soaked chair and hits Dale over the back with it. Hawk tosses the chair out of the ring and lifts Dale to his feet; the blood is running all through Dales eyes at this point.]
Travis: Dale is a bloody mess !
Johnny: Oh how I love to see a good beating.
[Hawk hoists Dale high into the air in a vertical suplex position, he holds him there for a moment before slamming him back first into the mat. Hawk rolls over with a sickening look on his face. He lifts Dale to his feet once more, and knees him in the gut. Hawk then places him in position for a piledriver and hits one. Dales head spikes the mat hard.]
Roberts: His head just made impact with the mat!
[Hawk rolls Dale over, he's almost lifeless at this point and Hawk drops another knee but this one landing on Dales face, sending blood flying all across the ring. Hawk laughs as he lifts Dale up and places him in a full nelson type hold, He looks across the screaming fans and yells, "LETS FINISH THIS !" and drives Dale face first into the unforgiving wrestling mat, landing his trademark Face Lift. Hawk flips Dale over and simply lays one of his feet on Dales chest as the ref counts. One...Two...Three!! The bell rings and Matt Hawks music begins to bump over the PA system.]
Johnny: My man did it!
Travis: He really gave Dale a beating.
Roberts: He practically murdered him. Let’s get the medics out here, please!
[Just outside a door reading “Mr. Mischoff’s Office – KEEP OUT”, stands the ring girl and manager of “The MMA Machine” Mike Mahoney… Toni Frost. Or is that former manager? It’s back to the MMA octagon for Toni. She looks exceptionally pretty, as always, she clears her throat, knocks, then comes in. Mr Mischoff is alone in his office, holding a championship belt.]
Mr Mischoff: Toni Frost? I didn’t expect to see you here. Then again, I guess we won’t ever see you here again. I am pretty sad to see you go… But I will love watching you leave!
Toni Frost: Thanks Mr Mischoff! You’re right… This is my final Freedom appearance of my contract. But I really came to wish you good luck in your match tonight.
[Mischoff holds up his championship.]
Mr. Mischoff: This is the FCW Championship, Toni. I don’t need luck. I am a born winner.
Toni Frost: Wow, FCW! That’s like… Old. I was in high school.
Mr. Mischoff: So what??
Toni Frost: What about ring rust, Mr Mischoff?
[Mr Mischoff rubs his chin and ponders this.]
Toni Frost: What happens if you get hurt out there? What happens if you get hurt before the match? We don’t want that!
[Mischoff looks dumbfounded.]
Toni Frost: I tell you what! I have my MMA Machine, the first ever double USPW Champion, ready to go in his ring gear, just in case something happens to you, Matt! I promise, Phantom will not leave with the title! *Toni grins* Let’s have a warm up match.
Mr Mischoff: Excuse me? A warm up match?
Toni Frost: Yeah! We need to test your endurance, your stamina, your drive! We need to test you up and wear you out, Matt!
[Mischoff clears his throat and loosens his tie.]
Toni Frost: A falls count on top of Mischoff’s desk, bra and panties match, with no time limit!
[The camera guy slowly backs out as Mr. Mischoff reaches out and slams the door. With a loud “CLICK”, the door is locked.]
Roberts: What in the world??
Johnny: You heard the lady! Falls count on top of Mischoff’s desk!
Travis: This is gonna be the strangest battle royal ever.
Bra and Panties Match
Toni Frost vs. Mr Mischoff
Falls Count On Top of Mischoff's Desk
Toni Frost vs. Mr Mischoff
Falls Count On Top of Mischoff's Desk
USPW Television Championship Match
Death Row vs Izzy Inzane (c)
Death Row vs Izzy Inzane (c)
Travis: Up next we've got a USPW Television Title match pitting Izzy Inzane against the monster, Deathrow !
Roberts: Izzy's only had the Television Title for five days, and he's got to go out an risk his own well being against this sasquatch like man, Deathrow. Doesn't seem fair to me.
Johnny: Well, it's the "TELEVISION" Title for a reason, it gets defended on Television. Duh !
["Down with the Sickness" Blasts over the PA system and the fans react instantly with boos and some foul chants. Deathrow and his manager step out onto the entrance ramp. Joey Love has Deathrows USPW Tag Belt hanging over his shoulder as the two of them walk down the ramp, with fans yelling and cussing all at them, Deathrow steps onto the ring apron and over the ropes and walks to his corner as his music fades. Joey Love walks over to the bell table and pulls up a chair and seats himself.]
Roberts: This guy is just scary big !
Johnny: He's going to fold Izzy up like a piece of paper !
["Welcome to Detroit City" begins to bump over the PA system. The fans start to rock back and forth to the beat as they see "The Human Highlight Reel" Izzy Inzane step out onto the entrance ramp with the USPW Television Title strapped around his waist, ring gear on, and a Black shirt that reads on the front, "W.T.D" and the back reads, "It won't be long.". Izzy makes his walk to the ring as he slaps hands with all the fans he can before rolling in the ring. He unstraps his belt and hands it to the referee, He runs and bounces off the ropes before taking his shirt off and tossing it into the crowd and returning to his corner. The Ref holds the belt high in the air and the bell rings.]
Travis: The match is under way !
[Izzy and Deathrow walk to the center of the ring and begin a stare down. Izzy extends his hand to Deathrow, Deathrow looks around and spits on the ground and delivers a cheap right hook to Izzy knocking him back. Deathrow makes a strong push for offense as he backs Izzy into the corner and begins to pumble him with rights and lefts to the rib cage.]
Johnny: That's what being a nice guy gets you Izzy !
[Deathrow keeps the attack coming, one punch after another. The ref comes over and pulls Deathrow away warning him about the 5 second DQ rule. Deathrow brushes him to the side and walks back toward Izzy but is met with both of Izzys feet right to his face. Deathrow stumbles back and Izzy rushes towards him hitting him with a clothesline that doesn't even move the beast. Izzy runs and bounces off the ropes gaining momentum that is short lived when Deathrow snaps him over and delivers a powerslam.]
Travis: Izzy had some steam going, but Deathrow is just too much for him to handle !
Roberts: Don't give up on Izzy just yet, We've seen him pull out some miracles before.
[Deathrow lifts up and brings Izzy to his feet as well. Deathrow puts Izzy on his shoulder in an Oklahoma Slam style hold and runs forward, driving Izzy back first into the mat. Izzy lets out a yell that could make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Joey Love claps his hands and lets out a laugh at his seat. Deathrow lifts Izzy back up and scoops him up, but Izzy slips over Deathrows back and drop kicks him. Deathrow stumbles forward and falls over the ropes onto the outside mat. Izzy crouches down and trys to catch his breathe. Deathrow is trying to get to his feet but is having some trouble. Izzy has regained his energy and runs, leaping over the ropes and hitting Deathrow with a big air plancha, knocking himself and Deathrow to the mat. The ref goes to the roeps and begins to count.]
Roberts: If they don't get back in the ring it's going to be a double DQ !
[Izzy hurries to his feet as the ref reaches a 4 on his count and rolls into the ring. Deathrow gets up shortly after and rolls in as well. The ref stops the count. Izzy is on his feet and he trys to lift Deathrow off of his knees, but Deathrow shoves him into the ropes sending him bouncing back. Izzy uses this momentum to hit a huge seated dropkick straight to the jaw of Deathrow. Deathrow goes flat to the mat with out movement. Izzy is on his feet catching his breathe. He flips Deathrow over, now lying on his back. Izzy starts to wave his arms up and down as he climbs up the turnbuckle, He reaches the top.]
Travis: We all know where this is going, The SENTON BOMB !
Johnny: NOOO !
[As Izzy seems to be going for the Senton Bomb, we see Joey Love who has left the title and his seat behind grab his leg and prevent him from taking off. Izzy yells at him to let go as the ref comes over and gets him off and takes him back out to his ringside seat and starts to warn him about the possibility of being DQ'd. As the ref is explaing this to Joey Love, Deathrow has gotten to his feet and is now climbing to the top of the rope meeting Izzy, Izzy is caught by a suprise right hand. Deathrow then hooks him and takes off backwards for a huge superplex from the top rope. The sound of Izzy smacking the mat is enough to bring the ref rushing back into the ring.]
Travis: GOOD GRAVY !
Roberts: Izzy has to be broken from head to toe after that !
Johnny: He's dead.
[Deathrow hooks Izzys leg and goes for the cover.]
1....
2....
[Izzy gets his shoulder up and Deathrow raises to his feet in anger. He begins to argue with the ref. But he makes a simple mistake of letting Izzy recover behind him. Izzy bounces off the ropes and runs at Deathrows back delivering a clothesline that sends Deathrow stumbling forward. Izzy doesn't let up this time. He grabs Deathrow by the head and jerks him back and hits a huge tornado DDT using the turnbuckle to help him spin. Deathrows head spikes into the mat. Izzy gets up and starts to feel the mass amount of energy storm through his body. He climbs up the turnbuckle this time, un-interrupted. Leaps off and hits a huge senton bomb. He gets up again and starts to show boat with the fans some. He makes the same mistake Deathrow did, and allows Deathrow to recover.]
Johnny: Deathrow is up !
[Deathrow walks to Izzy and lifts him in the air and delivers another huge slam, this time, a full nelson slam. Izzys hits the mat back first, with his head bouncing off the mat like a basketball. Deathrow gives a cut throat signal and bounces off the ropes, leaps in the air and hits that huge belly flop slam that helped him win the Tag Titles and goes for another cover.]
1....
2....
[Izzy kicks out again. Deathrow is fed up at this point. He lifts Izzy up and lifts him into the air in a Gorilla Press style hold and slams him face first into the turnbuckle. Izzy bounces straight back to his feet holding his face. We can see that his left eye is completely red, and that the blood bessels have bursted in it. Deathrow runs toward him and trys to clothesline him into the turnbuckle, But Izzy ducks and sends Deathrow into the turnbuckle. Izzy turns around and kicks him in the jaw and then strains to lift him to the top rope.]
Travis: Looks like Izzy is going to return that earlier superplex by the hands of Deathrow.
Roberts: Izzy might be able to finish this right now !
[Izzy climbs up the turnbuckle and hooks Deathrow into a fishermans suplex style hold, setting him up for the Welcome to Detroit. Izzy struggles to lift Deathrow from the top of the turnbuckel, but he manages to fly backward and deliver the Welcome to Detroit from the top of the turnbuckle. The fans let out a huge pop as Izzy drapes his arm over Deathrow and goes for the cover.]
1....
2....
3....
[Izzy has gotten the win, his music begins to play. The ref grabs the USPW Television Title and hands it to Izzy as he rolls out of the ring holding it close to him.]
Travis: Izzy did it ! He was too determined to retain that belt that Deathrow couldn't even stop him !
Roberts: But at what cost!? Izzy looks like he's been through a car crash and he got the worse end of it.
The Predator Has Arrived
[We go backstage, in the parking lot to see The Predator heading toward the locker room area with his street clothes on, rolling a suitcase behind him. He seems determined and focus.]
Roberts: The Predator is here tonight, folks! He is ready for this main event tonight!
Travis: Yes, The Predator is my TOP PICK to win the 10-man battle royal tonight! This is his FIRST EVER USPW World Championship match, and frankly, we all know Predator can win it!
[The Predator is about to head into the door when he hears a voice behind him.]
Fan: P-p-predator! N-no no way! I can’t believe it!
[Predator stops and turns around. It is a fan of USPW. A young man wearing USPW related gear is shaking in his boots, with a permanent marker in his hand and sipping a cup of coffee. Predator looks this fan up and down. There’s just one problem. This fan is wearing “Idol Nation” everything. His baseball cap, his t-shirt, his everything say “IDOL” in big letters, or have pictures of the USPW Champ in some way on it.]
Predator: Well, hello. It’s always nice to meet a fan… Would you like an autograph before I head back to get ready for my big main event tonight?
Fan: Really?? I mean… SURE!!
[The fan hands Predator his marker.]
Fan: I don’t have anything to sign, really. Well nothing without my favorite wrestler, The Idol, Max Prophet on it. Hmmm… You know he is one of the greatest wrestlers of all time!! Ohh I know! My coffee cup!
[The fan hands Predator his marker then points to his Starbucks disposable coffee cup. Predator tries his best not to look annoyed.]
Predator: That will work… Who should I make this out to?
Fan: Ohh, I know… How about you make it out to “Go”… you know… As in… GO FUCK YOURSELF, BITCH!
[Without warning or hesitation this “fan” throws his steaming hot coffee into the face of The Predator, as the Predator is taken by complete surprise and he screams in pain.]
Roberts: Ohh good lord!! What is going on here??
Johnny: Just another USPW smark!
[From behind a nearby parked car comes Matt Hawk and The Idol, laughing and smiling, as Big Daddy nails Predator right in the jaw with a stiff right hand, and the duo stomp on him.]
Matt Hawk: Haha, can you believe he fell for it? Newsflash, Predator. You don’t have any fans!
[The Idol cracks up laughing as Hawk lifts Predator to his feet, and kicks him in the gut. Max and Matt both hook an arm, lift Predator up, hold him there in a stalling position for about two seconds and then drop him back first with a double team suplex onto the hood of the car. The metallic thud echoes in the parking lot.]
Johnny: What a beautiful double suplex onto that parked car! That’s great technique!
Roberts: This is madness!
The Idol: Hey Matt, let’s give this guy a Facelift he’ll never forget. Let’s go right through this windshield!
[Matt Hawk smiles and lifts Predator up and rolls him onto the hood of the car. He gets up on the hood himself, and goes behind Predator hooking his arms for his deadly finisher, The Facelift.]
Travis: He can’t be serious!!
[Before Hawk can execute his finisher, the loud voices of “HEY! HEY!!” can be heard as several USPW wrestlers come from around the corner, still in street clothes, and Idol pulls Matt Hawk off the car, and the two flee the scene of the crime. Izzy Inzane, AJ Johnson and more come rushing to the aid of Predator who is holding his ribs in pain.]
Travis: Wow, it looks like DWI want Predator out of here! What a brutal beat down!
Roberts: We need medics out here, asap!
Johnny: Idol Nation, baby!
[Andrew Savage is seen walking around with a new T-shirt that read's "Hear the Thunder...Hear the Drums...Fear the Battle" on the front and on the back it read's "I Stand Alone".]
Savage: I Respect "The Idol" Max Prophet and Matt Hawk, Yes I'v been around alot longer then most know but i do know what Respect is and how to show it.
[Andrew Savage smiles and walks past the Camera and then walks into the office reading "CEO of USPW: Cloe" and closes the door behind him.]
Standard Match
Adam Young vs Cyanide Harvey
Adam Young vs Cyanide Harvey
[Cyanide exits from Behind the "Curtain Area", Walks to the top of the Ramp, Throws up arms with clinched fists making an 'X' and Two missiles shoot from either side of the ramp and pop loudly. And a spray of Gold Flares reigns down from the bottom of the Titantron. "Big Boss Man" strut to the ring, and an Edge slide into the Ring. Goes to each of the four corners and climbs to the second turnbuckle to throw up more 'X's'. Then waits in the center of the ring massaging his lower arms.]
Johnny: Cyanide Harvey is a beast! A former Tag Team Champion and current USPW Six Man Tag Team Champion!
['Down with the sickness" Plays as Adam Young comes to the ring followed by his manager Joey Love. Adam gets into the ring and stares down Cyanide.]
Johnny: Whoa! What a stare down folks! Blink you and might miss it!
[The bell sounds and the match is under way. They both tie up in the middle of the ring, both trying to gain an advantage. Cyanide does and than he takes control of the match. Adam Young fights back and shows he is not going down without a fight!]
[Both men spill the action out of the ring and battle back and forth with Adam doing what he can using the ring steps as Cyanide fights back. He grabs Adam and slams his head up against a ring post and than slides Adam back into the ring, keeping the action in ring.]
Roberts: Smart, keeping the action in the ring. We want a clear winner here folks!
[The action heats up. Adam seems to get control, only for a second and than Cyanide takes control and seems to not look back. That is till Joey Love gets on the ring apron and gets in the face of the ref. Cyanide sees this and takes his eyes off of Adam and faces Joey.]
Roberts: Keep your eye on the match!
[With this distraction. Deathrow comes from crowd, slides into the ring and nails Cyanide from behind, from the back wasting no time is Crysis who comes down and makes the save. All four men begin to brawl, the ref sees this and has no choice but to toss out the match.]
Vendetta: Well that was weak. No clear winner here folks. Hopefully we get a rematch or something. These two men need to beat the ever living tar out of each other.
Travis: Well ladies and gentleman I have confirmation that it is about time for GM Rays special announcement for AJ Johnson and our next Pay-Per-View.
Johnny: That's right!..I can't wait to see what will happen.
[Suddenly "Here Comes The Money" hits the PA system as out of the curtain walks GM Ray. He is wearing a solid black suit with a top hat and a walking cane. The crowd is cheering for him and chanting his name as he stands and looks at the crowd for a moment before heading down the ramp and into the ring. He grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring as he begins to speak.]
Ray: What a night it has been tonight! That you all for coming out and showing your support for USPW! [The crowd then begins to cheer louder.]
Ray: Well ever since new management has taken over, we have picked the locations of the ppvs and just so happens that this month it is my turn. Well this months ppv will be held in my home state of Florida in my hometown of Pensacola! It will be held at the Pensacola Civic Center!!!! And it's called...
[The cheers become louder.]
Ray: But there is more. You see AJ Johnson earned what I call an oppertunity and here is what it is. At this Pay-Per-View the main event will be a match that AJ actually created. A match that he apparently has tried to get the older management to book for a while but never happened. Well AJ it is happening and your oppertunity is that you have earned a spot in the match. That's right folks, the Main Event for the next Pay-Per-View is going to be a Glory for Gold Match!
[The roof explodes with roars and cheers from the crowd as GM Ray begins smiling.]
Ray: The match involves five participants in which they will start on the outside of the ring and fight until four of them reach the inside. But the ring is going to be surrounded by a fifteen foot high steel cage! Once the four men enter the ring the match turns into a four way elimination match until there are only two wrestlers left. When the two remaining wrestlers are in the ring the match will turn into a Ladder Match and it will be for the top championship in USPW!! .... AJ Johnson, you get the first spot because of your victory at the Pay-Per-View! The second, third, fourth and fifth slot will be determined in the next three weeks! We will book wrestlers in either triple threat or four way qualifying matches in order to determine the final three participants, plus, obviously, whoever holds USPW's top championship at the time! Good Luck and Thank You!
[GM Ray drops the mic and heads to the backstage area with his music playing over the PA System as the show cuts to commercial.]