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LPW Inferno 15.4 RESULTS!
  A huge set of pyro goes off at the John Paul Jones arena to open Inferno 15.4! The Rik: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Inferno 15.4, live at Virginia Tech! This is the last stop before our pay-per-view, Capital Punishment, and we're glad you could all join us here tonight! I am your play-by-play commentator, the one, the only, The Rik, and beside me is the always ineffable Robert Lillehammer! Lillehammer: Ineffable, hah, I like that- hey, wait a second... The Rik: Before you complete that thought, Robert, it's time to tell the viewers what we've in store for them tonight. Little Red has announced an LPW Idol, some sort of competition to determine who's filling the spot of the vacant Television Championship, and we will see a series of qualifying matches tonight! Lillehammer: It's rookies taking on rookies, Rik, wow I'm so excited! The Rik: And you just can't hide it, can you? Also, we've got a clash of titans as the new team of Eddie B. and new Western States Heritage champion Jude Maxwell take on the team of Krimson Mask and D. Hammond Samuels! Lillehammer: Will Eddie and Jude even be able to coexist after what happened last week? The Rik: Jude did beat Eddie for Eddie's Western States Heritage title at Night of Champions, but Eddie claims that it's nothing personal. Lillehammer: They better hope it isn't. The Rik: That is true. Anyway, let's not waste any more time, let's get to our first LPW Idol qualifier! "Englishman in New York" by The Flying Pickets plays as Sylvester Eccleston makes his way out to the ring as the crowd lets out a modest cheer. He slides into the ring and looks around the crowd as he waits for his opponent to come out. Announcer: INTRODUCING FIRST, from WESTMINSTER, LONDON, weighing in at 235 POUNDS, he is SYLVESTER ECCLESTON! The Rik: You could call me observant or maybe it’s a bit obvious that the crowd is indifferent towards this competitor. Lillehammer: You’ll come to find out that the Inferno crowd of today is a lot less intelligent than the Inferno crowd of yesterday. The Rik: It’s the competitors of today that fail to live up the legends set by the competitors of yesterday. Numerous matches under his belt already and he’s yet to get the crowd behind him. Lillehammer: Or that reason… "In the Fire" by Roadrunner United plays as Damien Blaze makes his way out to the crowds quiet boos. Announcer: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM HOUSTON, TEXAS, weighing in at 285 POUNDS, he is DAMMIIIEEEEENNNN BLAZZZEEEE! The Rik: While the failure of the former star’s ability to gain the backing of the crowd is almost un reversible, there is never a down time to gain some hatred from the crowd. Lillehammer: This is one of those people who don’t know exactly if he’s a suck up or a push over. It’s all really sad, Rik. The Rik: Oh lord. Blaze slides into the ring as Eccleston is still looking out to the crowd and trying to gain a reaction. Lillehammer: I just noticed how tall Blaze actually is of a competitor. Eccleston is like a solid food below him at least. The Rik: Skill has no measurements that require an excuse when they come up short. You either deliver or you do not. DING! Lillehammer: Let’s see how the first match of the LPW Idol qualifying matches will- The Rik: A big boot to the face of Eccleston at the ring of the bell and Blaze already has him lifted up and pulls him in for a clothesline. Lillehammer: I now personally endorse Blaze as the future winner! Who hits someone before they can fully turn around after the bell? A winner is who does that! Blaze has Eccleston back up to his feet, wobbly, and goes against the ropes for a shoulder block and follows him with a fist to the face of a sprawled out Eccleston. The Rik: Blaze mowing down Eccleston as the crowd look fairly entertained at the squash in progress. Lillehammer: You know you’re supposed to be calling the action in the ring and not what the crowd is doing. The Rik: From my professional opinion of how the match looks so far, I’m saying Eccleston better show some of the, so called, skill he showed earlier in the year. Lillehammer: I usually just called it luck and stuff, Rik. I guess you’ll be calling it skill. Blaze lifting up Eccleston from the ground but receiving a jab to the jaw and a knee to the abdomen. Lillehammer: Looks like Eccleston has some fight left in him. The Rik: The least he could pay the crowd for showing up to watch one of his matches. Though the main event could be the real draw here. Lillehammer: You mean the main event where The Illuminati annihilate the team of Maxwell and Eddie B.? Though since Maxwell’s win streak is already at 10, he losing won’t mean much to you anymore. The Rik: Eccleston off the ropes going for a –BLAZECUTTER! Out of nowhere Damien Blaze hits the BLAZERCUTTER! Lillehammer: Oh damn! This one is over and the first victor of the LPW Idol tournament is set so now we’ll- The Rik: He isn’t covering him just yet. Eccleston is motionless in the middle of the ring as Blaze climbs the turnbuckle and stares off into the crowd and motions that it is over. Lillehammer: Thanks for telling us the obvious. The Rik: Murdersault it is! The height gained on the that move is almost jaw dropping, especially since the guy is almost 300 pounds. Blaze lands it perfectly as the crowd takes notice and get to their feet. Lillehammer: He covers! Referee: 1! 2! 3! Announcer: The winner, via pinfall, DAAAMMMIIIEEENNNN BLLAAAZZZEEEEE! The Rik: Blaze wins this match via squash to open up LPW Idol as, by my guess, the next great Television champion will be crowned. Lillehammer: That was a bore, honestly. Through and through. The Rik: Well, if it failed to inspire you, I'm pretty sure the matches we still have are sure to fire you up! Lillehammer: Wanna bet on it? The Rik: I'll pass. Inferno will return, ladies and gentlemen, don't touch that dial! Lillehammer: TVs don't have dials anymore! This is the 21st century!
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01-11-2010, 11:59 AM
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The Rik: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Inferno, and if you've only just tuned in now, Damien Blaze has become the first person to qualify for the LPW Idol tournament. Lillehammer: Vampires... Big whoop. The Rik: Better not let him hear you. Lillehammer: I'm not scared. The Rik: Of a man way bigger than you? I doubt that. Announcer: The following contest is for the LPW Idol tournament. Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada…KILLSWITCH!!! “Critical Acclaim,” by Avenged Sevenfold comes over the PA as Killswitch makes his way towards the ring, fans booing. The Rik: Here comes former Insanity superstar, Killswitch. Lillehammer: Thank god he saw the light. The Rik: That doesn't make him any more of a saint with this audience. Killswitch gets into the ring and plays up to the fans as the arena erupts into cheers. “Where We Are Now,” by Vanna hits the speakers as Inferno’s latest rookie makes his way towards the ring. Fans give him a mixed reaction as he hits the ring. Announcer: And his opponent, from Wodonga, Australia…Cripsy!!!* The Rik: Here's Cripsy, one of Inferno's latest acquisitions. Lillehammer: He bores me. The Rik: He's a young superstar still working on his skills, but there's no doubt that with that work ethic and attitude, one day he'll make it to the top. Lillehammer: That's what they tell the rookies who suck to get them to stay and job. The Rik: Let me guess, is that what they told you? Lillehammer: Rik, I'll have you know, and you should know that I was successful in my own right. The Rik: Of course. Cripsy gets in the ring and the referee checks on him, and then checks on Killswitch, who holds up his hands to signify that he has nothing hidden. The referee then calls for the bell. The Rik: There’s the bell and this LPW Idol match is underway. Lillehammer: Cripsy and Killswitch lock up mid ring, but Cripsy with a quick headlock. Wait, reversal and now its Cripsy who finds himself in a headlock. The Rik: Cripsy sends Killswitch into the ropes and…running STO from Killswitch! Nicely done. Lillehammer: Look at him apply those boots! He’s trying to reduce the rook into a gluttonous mass of goo! Killswitch stomps away on Cripsy then picks him up. He hits a few knife edge chops and then sends him into the ropes. As he comes off, Killswitch goes for a clothesline, but Cripsy ducks it at the last second and comes off the adjacent ropes and hits a missile drop kick! The Rik: Cripsy not wasting anytime as he quickly drops an elbow across his chest. Cripsy bounces off the nearby ropes and hits a moonsault! He’s going for a cover, a bit prematurely if you ask me. Lillehammer: Not even a one count! It’s going to take a lot more damage from Cripsy if he plans on putting Killswitch out and thus continuing in this competition. The Rik: Well, he’s not stalling! He picks him up and sends him into the corner. He goes in and hits a nice splash, bull dog combo! Lillehammer: If he goes for a cover I’ll…wait…he’s going for a cover. ONE—TWO—KICK OUT. And this match obviously continues. The Rik: He tries to pick up Killswitch, but Killswitch just racked his eyes and hits a snap suplex. He’s not breaking the hold either as he lifts him back up and hits another one! Killswitch picks him up and is going for a third…blocked and reversed into a DDT!!! Lillehammer: Cripsy and Killswitch are both down in the center of the ring. Cripsy and Killswitch both struggle to their feet. Cripsy is up first and quickly hits a shinning wizard on Killswitch. Instead of going for a cover, he climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, going for a frog splash, but Killswitch gets his knees up at the last second! Cripsy rolls off in pain as Killswitch gets to his feet. The Rik: Nice counter there by Killswitch. Cripsy is getting to his feet, but Switch is there and ready, drills him with a fall-away slam. And its looks like he’s going for the cover. Lillehammer: ONE—TWO—KICK OUT. Wow, that was close. Killswitch doesn’t seem all that bothered as he stalks Cripsy. The Rik: If I were Cripsy, I’d stay down—he’ll take less punishment that way. Lillehammer: Cripsy gets up and Killswitch goes for a ¾ neckbreaker, but Cripsy pushes him off, kicks him in the gut for his efforts, and hits an inverted double underhook DDT!!! The Rik: Cripsy not going for the cover…looks like he’s trying to clean the cobwebs out first. Killswitch getting up on a set of wobblies and Cripsy attacks…hits a nice swinging neckbreaker! I bet you a million dollars he’ll go for the pin. Lillehammer: First you don’t have a million dollars and second…a pin is something every single person on the planet expects. Cripsy surprises all of us and doesn’t take the pin. Instead he climbs the turnbuckle for a little high risk. He posses for the fans and then points at Switch. He leaps off, this time nailing the frog splash. He rolls around the ring a moment before going for the cover—but Switch reverses it into a school boy of his own. The Rik: This might be it right here…ONE—TWO—KICK OUT!!! That was close. You see, that’s why we call it high risk. You could get a huge pay off, but it could seriously backfire on you at the last second. Lillehammer: Good point. Killswitch is up, kicks Cripsy hard in the gut and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Cripsy slips out of it and hits a standing missile drop kick! What a shot too— The Rik: ‘ight in the kisser! Lillehammer: Cripsy picking up Killswitch and sends him into the corner. He charges in, but Switch just ran up the ropes and hits a whisper in the wind!!! Wow, nice move there. The Rik: Killswitch calling for the Switch. Fans are on their feet…Cripsy DON’T GET UP!!!! Lillehammer: I don’t think he heard you. Cripsy gets up and Killswitch hits the Switch!!! Fans are on their feet as he goes for the pin. ONE—TWO—THREE…and there’s the bell. Announcer: And here is your winner... KILLSWITCH!!! The Rik: Killswitch advances in our tournament. But you’ve got to admit, Cripsy showed he can go the distance. Lillehammer: Distance, yes. Pull off a victory, no! The Rik: If he works at it, he will get more chances at the big time. Lillehammer: If he's lucky. The Rik: It's all about the perseverance. The scene opens to the back where Drew Michaels is walking slowly through the backstage towards his locker room when White Falcon storms into the scene. Falcon: Sinner, we shall talk. Michaels: Yes, I am a sinner; we all are. However, I really have nothing to say to you. Falcon: You interjected yourself into my business. Michaels: I did what was right. Falcon: Only God knows what is right and He speaks through me. Michaels: I am pretty sure I have reason to doubt that. Falcon: You would doubt the correct path to God. You who spends his time associating with junkies, turning a blind eye to the destruction of their bodies. Michaels: It is not my place to judge. Falcon: You seem to have no problem with it when they are not your friends. Michaels: You have quite a vicious little tongue on your Falcon; you would think losing to my brother Chaos so often would have driven that out of you. Falcon: At least I have the fortitude to try to bring some sort of morality to that title, you simply walked away from it. Michaels: I had other concerns. Falcon: Yes, concerns of sin. Michaels: Yet you are the one projecting anger, one of the seven deadly sins. Falcon: And yourself pride. Your point is? Drew just stares at White Falcon for a minute before allowing a smile to cross his face. Michaels: You know what? How about we settle this like men instead of bickering back here. I do not have anything to do at Capital Punishment and neither do you. How about White Falcon versus Drew Michaels, a Holy War of sorts. Falcon: Nothing would make me happier and the LORD happier than to put the false prophet in his place. Michaels: Oh, I will do just that. I will do just that… The scene fades out to the tense situation that has developed here and into commercial…
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01-11-2010, 12:02 PM
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The Rik: Welcome back to Inferno, ladies and gentlemen, and the series of LPW Idol qualifiers continue! Lillehammer: More rookie action, oh so fun! The Rik: Coming up next is the in-ring return of young Sean Jensen, whom we haven’t seen in quite some time, facing off against hot rookie St. Jayne Nighthawk! We've just seen Killswitch qualify, and will this be enough incentive for Sean to win his match? Lillehammer: Wow, Misfit vs. Nobody, so interesting! The Rik: Ah, but Mr. Nighthawk isn’t just anyone, he was skilled enough to defeat our own veteran and not to mention former International Heavyweight Champion White Falcon in his previous outing! That alone is very impressive! Lillehammer: It was a fluke, I’m calling it. ”White Knuckle Blackout” by Machine Head plays to herald the return of Sean Jensen to an Inferno ring in some time. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a LPW Idol Qualifying match! Introducing first, from Sacramento, California, weighing two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is a member of the Misfits... SEAN... JENSEN!!! The Rik: I’ve heard a few words from Sean prior to his return tonight, and I have to say, he’s grown to be a little more full of himself. Lillehammer: He has? Sounds interesting. The Rik: I thought the Misfits stood for hard work, humility and perseverance. How do Drew and Mass Chaos keep Sean’s company if he’s like this? Lillehammer: Hopefully they don’t. He doesn’t need the Misfits! ”Resurrect Me” by Jon Foreman then plays to welcome one of Inferno’s newest, hottest young rookies, St. Jayne Nighthawk. Announcer: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing two hundred and forty-two pounds, he is... ST. JAYNE... NIGHTHAWK!!! Lillehammer: This guy is weird. What do we know about him? The Rik: Next to nothing, I reckon, save for the fact that he outplayed White Falcon in his previous match. Lillehammer: Okay, I get that, but what’s up with the mystery? The Rik: I’ve heard that even he doesn’t know himself, Robert. Lillehammer: Weirdos. They’re a dime a dozen here in LPW. Nighthawk climbs into the ring as the referee stands in front of Sean, holding him back in case he rushes in and starts the match early. Nighthawk took a corner and the referee checked him, and then Sean. He then called for the bell to ring. The Rik: This match is underway and the two are circling each other like lions in a duel! Lillehammer: Lions duel? The Rik: I’m not quite sure, but it is a riveting mental image, don’t you agree? Lillehammer: Uh-huh. The Rik: Sean rushes in with punches and elbows but Nighthawk also matches him with some savvy martial arts kicks to the legs and the midsection! Lillehammer: Wow, it’s starting to look like a Hong Kong kung fu movie! The Rik: Both men are getting hit hard, and Sean backs away for a moment, conceding defeat in that firefight! Lillehammer: Looks like Nighthawk was also bruised a little there. The Rik: But Sean was actually tricking him as he rushes in forward to hit a clothesline on the unsuspecting Nighthawk! Lillehammer: Sean with a seated senton on Nighthawk! The Rik: But Nighthawk is the craftier one, letting that senton land on him but managing to counter back with a rollup, will he get it here, no, Sean kicks out before the referee can even get down to count! Lillehammer: Sean’s laughing there, I think he was amused by how sneaky Nighthawk was just then. I wouldn’t be laughing at such a thing. The Rik: Nighthawk gets up on his feet, Sean watches him intently... Lillehammer: He’s figuring out how to get under his skin. The Rik: The two close in and another close quarter combat scene, punches, elbows and kicks are being traded back and forth in quick succession, you’d think this was a closely choreographed fight scene! Lillehammer: What if it is? The Rik: It’s probably not. A kick from Nighthawk sends Sean reeling, but Sean stomachs the pain and runs in, looking to hit the spear, but Nighthawk rolls out of the way, and sweeps Sean off his feet with a graceful low back kick! Lillehammer: He reminds me of someone... The Rik: Rob Van Dam? Lillehammer: ...No, SamYi Song. The Rik: Ah, the esteemed Bhutanese Bulldog. He had a certain way in the ring. Lillehammer: Yeah, too bad Bhutan was a fake country. The Rik: No, Bhutan is a real country... he's just a fake Bhutanese. Anyway, Nighthawk with a quick kick to Sean’s spine, and he makes the cover! One, two- no, hardly two! Lillehammer: Too early. The Rik: Nighthawk picks Sean up by the hair, looking to finish the match, going for the Pele Kick but Sean catches it and slams Nighthawk to the ground, and rolling into a boston crab! Lillehammer: What clever submission skill! The Rik: It was a good counter and now he’s got Nighthawk trapped, disabling those weapons of his! Lillehammer: That’s right, without those legs, he’s nothing! The Rik: But Nighthawk quickly goes for the counter, pushing himself up from the mat, looking to get out of it, but Sean sits him back down! Lillehammer: Hah! That’s the way to do it! Keep the pressure on! The Rik: Nighthawk trying to go for the ropes, they’re almost within reach but Sean’s got him pinned. Lillehammer: He’s not going anywhere! The Rik: Nighthawk pushes himself up again, looking to get out... Lillehammer: He should just tap out. The Rik: And he does! Sean is launched forward! Lillehammer: Whatever, the damage has been done! The Rik: Sean gets up and so does Nighthawk, and Sean hits a dropkick to Nighthawk’s legs, cutting him down like a tree! Lillehammer: Sean stands over him, looking to finish this! The Rik: But Nighthawk gets back with a snappy throat thrust! I heard that one from here! Lillehammer: Finish this already, Sean! The Rik: Nighthawk is back up on his feet, and Sean rushes in again, but Nighthawk again with the throat thrust! Lillehammer: Sean’s staggering backwards! The Rik: Sean is looking to finish this, and he just jumps right in to hit the Malpractice to get it over with, but Nighthawk pushes him away! He counters the cutter! Lillehammer: Bah! The Rik: Sean turns around and woah, there’s the Avalanche kick coming like a flash of lightning! Good god that was fast! Lillehammer: No! The Rik: That might have took all of Nighthawk’s energy in his legs, but he summons enough to crawl over to Sean and make the pin! The ref counts! One, two, three, Nighthawk goes through to the next round! Announcer: And here is your winner... ST. JAYNE... NIGHTHAWK!!! St. Jayna Nighthawk (3.98 aps + 1.6 votes = 5.58 Total) Sean Jensen (3.6 aps + 1.3 votes = 4.9 Total) Lillehammer: I don’t think any of my picks have won yet. The Rik: I suppose not. Nighthawk continuing his impressive mean streak by earning himself a chance at the Television Championship, could we be looking at the next Jude Maxwell here? Lillehammer: Hell, Jude Maxwell isn’t even done being Jude Maxwell yet, and now we’re naming his successor? The Rik: The TV title is vacant, after all. Lillehammer: This kid is only two matches in, let’s wait and see what he can really do before jumping to conclusions like that. The Rik: Fair enough. Ladies and gentlemen, Inferno shall be right back.
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01-11-2010, 12:08 PM
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We start with a shot of the crowd, when suddenly “Skrilla 4 Rilla” by Psychopathic Rydas comes over the speakers. The Rik: Well here comes Nigel Vanderbilt, or as you may know him: Cash Flo. Lillehammer: What do you think Cash Flo is thinking after SoL gave him a Jungle kick, and just walked away, as we saw last week? The Rik: I don’t know what Nigel is thinking, but I know that I thought it was a kick well deserved. SoL put his reputation on the line backing Cash Flo like he did, and Mr. Vanderbilt continued to lose match after match. In my experience things like that do more to inspire victory than anything else. Lillehammer: Well I guess we’ll be hearing from Nigel now... Nigel comes out in an expensive looking suit and tie, as well as a pair of equally expensive sunglasses covering his eyes. Nigel walks down the ramp and up the ring steps into the ring. An attendant hands him a microphone and he begins to speak. Nigel: For weeks now I have been looking for one thing and one thing only. I’ll give you a clue; it’s something I deserve, not just because of my vast wealth... The crowd begins to boo heavily, but Nigel just seems to soak it in, nodding his head. Nigel: No, it’s not JUST because of my fortune, but because of my unique talents within this very ring. What I’ve been after week after week is a place in the new Illuminati. But what do I get? Ultramarcus, the hitman of the Illuminati takes out my personal security guard Dreadnaught. It’s been almost a month, and Dreadnaught still can’t walk on his own. The crowd has broken into chants of "What?" Nigel: Ultramarcus attacking my employee is like attacking me. Ultramarcus made this personal. But Ultramarcus can turn his thumb down on me all he wants, because it never really mattered what he thought, what I was always after was the approval of my mentor SoL. But what did I get for my troubles? Let’s take a look! Quote:
Nigel: SoL, when you kicked me last week, it all became pretty clear. What’s been holding me back all this time has been you. The crowd is now chanting "Cash Flo sucks!" Nigel: I’ve been worried about living up to the legacy that you put out before me. But you see SoL; I’m not interested in becoming the next SoL anymore. Back to "What?" Nigel: Instead I think I’m going to focus on being the first Cash Flo, the new improved Nigel Vanderbilt. I’m nothing like you; you’re washed up, old news. You’ve only made it to where you are now because of who you know, and the fact that you’ve been in with Samuels since you started here. And then back again to "Cash Flo sucks!" Nigel: So SoL, it would really make my day if you came down the ramp so I could show you firsthand just why you should respect me. "Kick Some Ass" by Stroke 9 hits, and out from the back comes Ultramarcus along with a microphone in hand, and even more boos from the crowd. Ultramarcus: Oh Cash you really thought you were going to get SoL that easily? Come on man, we’re the Illuminati. We’re a well oiled machine, a team like no other. We’re the best of the best that LPW has to offer. The crowd rains down boos. Ultramarcus: My point is, you want to mess with one of us, and you had best be prepared to mess with all of us. The crowd is now chanting "Marcus sucks!" Ultramarcus: As for your employee, Dreadnaught, it was nothing personal. I issued an open challenge; whoever was the first person down to the ring would get a shot at me. The crowd goes back once again to chanting "What?" Ultramarcus: It could have been anyone. It could have been you; it could have even been Crotchman. It could have been Drew Michaels himself. The result would have been the same, me with my hand raised and a bloody carcass in the middle of the ring. It was just pure dumb luck that it happened to be your right hand man. Ultramarcus strolls leisurely down to the ring, climbing the steps into the ring. Ultramarcus: As for your place in the Illuminati, there's a reason you weren’t picked in the first place. It’s because, plain and simple - you don’t have what it takes. One part of the crowd is chanting "Cash Flo sucks!" while the other is chanting "Marcus sucks!" Ultramarcus: Can you honestly say it was the wrong decision? Look at your track record; can you even remember the last time you won a match? The last time you even came close? No wonder SoL kicked you in the face. If you were MY protégé I would have done it weeks ago. Nigel: You actually think what you say matters? Open your eyes! You don’t matter to the Illuminati any more than any of the other chumps they chew up and spit out. Ham doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t need you. Ultramarcus: Junior, if there's anything I’ve learned as a member of the Illuminati; it’s that D. Hammond Samuels doesn’t care about anything but himself. You never forget that, and working with him is a breeze. Cash Flo, you just flat out don’t deserve a spot in the Illuminati. Another part of the crowd has started a "Fuck Illuminati!" chant. Ultramarcus: You would be the weak link in the unbreakable chain that is our team. So I’m going to send a message, not just to you, but to any other potential weak links out there. The crowd boos. Ultramarcus: The Illuminati represents the baddest of the bad. The best talents LPW has to offer today, housed with the one goal of proving that we’re the best. The next time that ANY of you potential weak links in the back thinks that you might deserve to hang with us, you remember what happened to Cash Flo tonight. With that Marcus throws the microphone at Nigel. Who catches it in his free hand. Unfortunately this leaves Nigel unable to block the punch that Marcus sends his way which sends him reeling back, causing him to drop both microphones. Marcus pulls him back toward him, but Nigel head buts him in the face as hard as he can. The sunglasses he was wearing break and fall to the ground, but Ultramarcus has been busted wide open. Lillehammer: Marcus must have caught those sunglasses in the wrong spot, his foreheads bleeding pretty badly. This only seems to enrage Marcus who comes at Cash Flo, but walks right into a kick to the gut. Cash Flo capitalizes and locks him in for the Foreclosure, a sunset flip power bomb. The Rik: The Foreclosure, so similar to the Canadian Destroyer, Ultramarcus own finisher. Imagine the message it would send if Cash Flo were to deliver a Canadian Destroyer to Marcus, here tonight. Lillehammer: I’m not sure I want to, and you can bet Samuels wouldn’t be too happy about it either. Just then “A Milli” by Lil Wayne hits across the speakers, and the fans go wild as SoL...Is nowhere to be seen? Nigel turns his attention to the entrance ramp, looking for his former protégé, who is nowhere in sight, when suddenly SoL appears, entering the ring from behind both men, Steel Chair in hand. He climbs into the ring, and smashes his former pupil across the back with the foreign object. Cash goes to his knees, as Marcus rolls out of the ring. SoL tells him to stand up, and gets into the corner where he leaves the steel chair, and is ready to deliver the Jungle Kick. Nigel is on his knees now, slowly rising up Lillehammer: Nigel Vanderbilt is going to rue the day he ever decided to challenge the Illuminati. The Rik: What a message SoL is sending to the world here tonight. This is how failures like Cash Flo will be dealt with. The Illuminati reign supreme once again. Nigel is now on his feet, SoL takes a run for the Jungle Kick...Cash ducks under, and delivers a kick of his own to the jaw of SoL. SoL struggles to stand, Nigel delivers a kick to the gut, SoL bends down, Nigel locks in the Foreclosure, and it connects! The Rik: SoL just got himself foreclosed! Nigel now walks over to the corner where SoL left his steel chair, and picks it up. He then brings it over to SoL and puts his head in between the seat and the frame. Lillehammer: This is just like we saw Marcus do to Dreadnaught; could Cash be out for revenge? If so, he’s attacking the wrong person. The Rik: It looks like Cash has taken the words Ultramarcus said earlier to heart: If you want a fight with one of us, be prepared to face us all. As far as Nigel is concerned, breaking the face of SoL would be revenge, not only for the attack on Dreadnaught, but for SoL’s assault last week. Nigel gets ready to stomp him, when Ultramarcus climbs to the ring apron, spins Cash around and pulls his neck down on the top rope, sending him stumbling back. Nigel trips over one of SoL’s arms and lands in the middle of the ring. Marcus climbs back into the ring, removes the chair from around SoL’s neck and as Cash Flo gets to his feet, smashes him over the head. Marcus then locks the chair back under the neck of Nigel Vanderbilt, just as was previously done to SoL. Lillehammer: Talk about backfired! The Rik: It's two-on-one! Cash Flo's got no chance! Lillehammer: He never had a chance! Marcus stands, hands raised to the crowd. The camera catches a close up shot, and we see that indeed Marcus is still bleeding, streaks of blood now cover his face, and much of his neck. He seems oblivious to this fact, while SoL starts to climb to his feet. The crowd boos heavily, but Marcus just smiles a sick and sinister smile, as he stomps down as hard as he can on the steel chair, crushing the windpipe of Nigel Vanderbilt. The Rik: This is just what Nigel Vanderbilt wanted to do to SoL earlier tonight, and now the tables have turned. Lillehammer: I think it’s safe to say, D. Hammond Samuels will be very pleased with The Illuminati’s Hitman, here tonight. The Rik: Nigel Vanderbilt, aka Cash Flo, has just showed a lot of heart than he ever had his entire LPW career, but that wasn't enough. Lillehammer: It was actually a very stupid idea. Still bloody from the previous head but, Marcus removes the chair, and throws it out of the ring, as he and SoL exit the ring together and walk up the ramp towards the back. Both men raise their arms, and show off their Illuminati rings to the crowd, with their ring fingers extended, as they disappear behind the curtain. The Rik: Ladies and gentlemen, Inferno will be right back.
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01-11-2010, 12:10 PM
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The Rik: Welcome back to Inferno, ladies and gentlemen, we've just seen Nigel Vanderbilt officially declare war on SoL and the Illuminati, and the mayhem continues as we proceed with the qualifying matches for LPW Idol! Lillehammer: And wow, what a doozy we’ve got lined up next. The Rik: The young Atlas Adams is slated to take on the behemoth Big B. Brown for a shot at that vacant Television Championship! Lillehammer: This is almost laughable, there’s no way Brown is going to lose to this little guy! The Rik: Adams has proven himself efficient in his previous outings, and it’ll be a sight to see on what tactics he will employ against Big B. Brown! ”You’re Going to Go Far, Kid” by The Offspring plays as Atlas Adams comes out to cheers, albeit faint due to his rookie status. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a LPW Idol Qualifying match! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussetts, weighing one hundred and ninety-five pounds, he is the Assassin... ATLAS... ADAMS!!! The Rik: Atlas Adams is a part of the new batch of rookies here in Inferno that show quite some promise. Lillehammer: No amount of “promise” is going to get you past Big B. Brown if you’re only five foot ten and below 200. The Rik: Ah, but Adams is a thinking wrestler, Lillehammer, he does not rush in blindly and I’m sure he has a definitive battle plan coming in tonight. Lillehammer: Two words: big, fat, strength. The Rik: That was three words. Lillehammer: Well, they might as well be two! ”Dr. Feelgood” by Motley Crue plays to welcome the literally huge fan favorite Big B. Brown. Announcer: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York, weighing five hundred pounds, he is... BIG... B... BROWN!!! Lillehammer: I may not like his silly attitude, but even I’d be afraid of Big B. Brown’s size! The Rik: Brown’s huge frame is quite intimidating, I will agree, but he hasn’t exactly been dominating the charts. Lillehammer: All he needs is that one big break. No pun intended. The Rik: We’ll see. Big B. Brown climbs into the ring as the referee stands in front of Atlas Adams, holding him back in case he had ideas of starting the match early. Brown took a corner and the referee checked him, and then Adams. He then called for the bell to ring. The Rik: There’s the bell and this match begins! Adams offering his hand and Brown takes it. Lillehammer: Sportsmanship means nothing nowadays, it’s just a waste of time. The Rik: But you know this will be a good, fair fight. Atlas Adams trying to lock up with Brown, but Brown shows his strength by shoving Adams to the mat! Lillehammer: Hah! That’s pretty funny, why does he even try? The Rik: Adams right back up on his feet quickly and goes for the lock-up again, but Brown isn’t having any of it! Lillehammer: I thought he had a “definitive battle plan”? The Rik: Don’t ask me, Robert, I’m just the commentator! Adams seems to be quite the stubborn one as he goes for a lock-up a third time! Lillehammer: And as expected, another throwdown to the mat! What is he trying to accomplish? The Rik: Big Brown finally takes advantage of the situation as he goes for a leaping body splash to Atlas Adams, but Adams rolls out of the way just in time for Brown to crash and burn! Lillehammer: If that was the plan, then that was effective... in the short-term. The Rik: If that was the plan, then it was a very clever one indeed, as Adams is now taking advantage of Brown’s prone position to attack his head and neck area! Lillehammer: Damn, that kid’s like a shark seeing blood! The Rik: It was actually the best way to attack a man bigger than yourself. Lillehammer: But Brown’s got a hold of Adams’s leg and takes him down to the ground with force! The Rik: And now he’s SITTING on Adams and unleashing mounted punches on the poor lad! Imagine nearly five hundred pounds on top of you and not to mention, he’s raining blows on your face! You may have experienced those with your groupies in the Deep South, Robert! Lillehammer: I don’t tour the Deep South anymore... after what happened that one time. The Rik: The referee is giving Brown until the count of five to get off Adams, and the big man does comply. He is a good sport, after all. Lillehammer: He goes for the cover, that may be it for a guy below six feet, one, two, no! The Rik: Adams kicks out! Still in the game, I see! Lillehammer: Brown picks Adams up and unloads more punches on the hapless Adams, and scoop body slam! He’s just tearing him apart! The Rik: Adams back up on his feet, ready to jump back into the thick of things but Brown catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex! He landed hard on the mat! Lillehammer: My prediction is coming true. The Rik: Adams gets back up as if nothing happened! That’s quite the resilience on this young man! Lillehammer: Too bad Brown’s kicked him in the gut and gets him in the powerbomb position! The Rik: The big man raises him up, he might be about to qualify here! But wait, Adams is punching and elbowing Brown in the head! Lillehammer: Drop him! The Rik: No, it’s Big B. Brown who gets dropped as he couldn’t withstand Adams’s assault on him! Lillehammer: No! The Rik: Adams with a running leg drop to Brown’s neck! Lillehammer: This isn’t going right... The Rik: Adams going for the running knee drop, but Brown rolls out of the way and counters into a pin attempt! Lillehammer: One, two – no! The Rik: Adams kicks out! The two men get to their feet and Adams nails a jumping enzuigiri, and... it’s not enough to take down Big B. Brown! Lillehammer: Hah! Nice try! The Rik: Adams goes for another enzuigiri, but it’s only enough to drop Brown to his knees and nothing more! Lillehammer: Third time’s the charm? I don’t think so! The Rik: Well, it is as Adams nails another one and Brown fails to counter it because he’s dazed! Brown is knocked down to the mat again! Lillehammer: No! The Rik: And now Adams is playing to the crowd! Lillehammer: He’ll be regretting that move soon! The Rik: Adams goes up to the top rope, calls for a move, jumps... shooting star knee drop to Brown’s face! That may have crushed Brown’s nose! Lillehammer: Stop the match, ref, he may be injured! The Rik: Doesn’t look like it, and now Adams is on fire! He stands over Brown, and applies the Sleeper Cell! Aggravating that pain on Brown’s face and neck even more! Lillehammer: Don’t tap, Big B.! The Rik: Adams is pulling back even more, as far as his own pained back will let him, but this might be enough to make Brown tap! Lillehammer: Hang in there! The Rik: Adams stretches, Brown is screaming in pain... and Brown taps! Brown taps! Adams has qualified! Announcer: And here is your winner, advancing to the LPW Idol... ATLAS... ADAMS!!! Atlas Adams (3.8 aps + 2.0 votes = 5.8 Total) Big B. Brown (3.55 aps + 0.9 votes = 4.45 Total) The Rik: This was an incredible match we’ve just seen from these two, and I’m sure somebody like Big B. Brown will have some unfinished business after tonight. Lillehammer: He better. He was just robbed out there! The Rik: He was not, Atlas Adams won the match fair and square. Lillehammer: It wasn’t supposed to happen! The Rik: But it did! Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, Inferno will be right back, with one more qualifying match and our main event for the evening! Keep tuned!
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01-11-2010, 12:11 PM
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Lillehammer: So now we come to the final match in Little Red's LPW Idol. The Rik: We have a hobo who manage to defeat a the enormous Big B. Brown, facing a new debutant on Inferno, Jack Eastwood, who we also know very little about. Lillehammer: Well since we have very little to go on with either men, I suspect expectations aren't too high. Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the 5th and final match in the LPW Idol Tournament. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. Hailing from Blackpool, Lancashire, England, he is the Fifth Element, this is JACK EASTWOOD!!! “Mr. Jack” by System of a Down begins playing as from behind the curtain Jack Eastwood makes his way down the entrance ramp, as he gets a semi reaction from the crowd. The Rik: You know anything about this man? He is a lot taller than I expected. Lillehammer: Not really. All I know he was born in Blackpool and he is a huge System of a Down fan. The Rik: I already don't like him. Announcer: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds. He comes from the Railroads of America, he is BOXCAR DANNY. "The Night" by Disturbed begins to play, as Boxcar Danny makes his way to the ring, without his bindle, which is unusual in itself. Lillehammer: We know little of this man either. The Rik: True, but he last week he proved that starvation is more powerful than gluttony. Lillehammer: Well, I think he got lucky. The Rik: Well, Eastwood goes for the tie up but Boxcar quickly dodges and runs past him, bouncing off the ropes and Flyingcross body by Boxcar, but Eastwood caught him in mid air. Lillehammer: See, lack of food is already affecting Boxcar's thought process. The Rik: Eastwood is walking around holding on to Boxcar and Fall Away Slam by Eastwood sending Boxcar crashing hard to the mat. Boxcar is quickly back to his feet and BIG BOOT by Eastwood!!! Boxcar is down again and Eastwood is going for the quick pin. One... Two... T – Kick Out by Boxcar. Lillehammer: He's fights hard for a simple day old pizza crust, not surprised he kicked out there. The Rik: Eastwood didn't even hook his leg. Eastwood picks Boxcar back up to his feet and Headbutt by Eastwood sending Boxcar back to the mat. Boxcar is again quickly back up to his feet and Clothesline attempt by Eastwood, but Boxcar ducks!!! Eastwood turns around and Leg Lariat by Boxcar sending Eastwood staggering back. Lillehammer: The first real blow suffered by Eastwood, welcome to the LPW. The Rik: Eastwood shakes it off and charges Boxcar and runs right into a Drop Toe Hold. Eastwood is quick to his hands and knees and HUGE Knee Lift by Boxcar to Eastwood's face!!! I believe that is Eastwood's welcome to the LPW!! Lillehammer: I stand corrected, but Boxcar isn't wasting time. The Rik: Boxcar with a Springboard Moonsault and lands with his knees right into Eastwood's abdomen!!! Lillehammer: Some quick offense has definitely slowed down Eastwood here. The Rik: Boxcar grabs Eastwood by the hair and yanks him back to his feet and Irish Whip to the corner. Boxcar rushes after and Eastwood moves, but Boxcar instinctively grabs the ropes before crashing into the turnbuckle. Boxcar turns around and HUGE Clothesline by Eastwood!!!! Boxcar has crumbled up to the ground and Eastwood begins to mudstomp his opponent. Lillehammer: Eastwood is definitely trying to show his presence in his debut. The Rik: Well Eastwood is not wasting time as he's picked Boxcar back up to his feet and pulls Boxcar up in a Vertical Stalling Suplex!! Lillehammer: Boxcar is dangling upside down in the air and down he goes as Eastwood completes the Suplex. The Rik: Boxcar staggers back to his feet and wobbles towards Eastwood and Eastwood grabs him and Stungun right across the top rope!!! Boxcar staggers back and Chokeslam Backbreaker by Eastwood!!! Eastwood quickly tries to go for another pin, but Boxcar instinctively dragged and rolled himself out of the ring. The referee has begun the count. Lillehammer: Well smart move by Boxcar, he needs time to refocus after that brutal series of attack by Eastwood. However Eastwood is not going to let Boxcar be counted out as he just broke the referees count and slide himself outside of the ring. Eastwood quickly grabs hold of Boxcar's dreads and tosses him back in the ring. Enough with the hair pulling. I swear I'm watching a lame divas match. The Rik: Eastwood pulls himself back into the ring and Boxcar is quickly back to his feet!!! He was playing possum! Eastwood has his neck sticking through the ropes and THE BINDLE by Boxcar!!! Boxcar goes for the pin! One... Tw – Eastwood's leg is on the ropes! Lillehammer: Boxcar definitely caught Eastwood off guard here, he's got to learn not to trust anyone in this ring if he wants to win, especially with what he has on the line with this LPW Idol match. The Rik: Eastwood is slowly getting back to his feet and Spingboard Dropkick by Boxcar sending the tall man crashing back down to the mat! Boxcar quickly jumps on Eastwood's back and locks in a Dragon Clutch!!! Lillehammer: Eastwood is definitely stuck in this precarious position. The referee is checking on Eastwood, but he's not relenting. He refuses to give up and yet Boxcar is putting more and more pressure on the move, yet still nothing. The Rik: Boxcar has had enough and drives Eastwood's face right to the mat. Boxcar picks Eastwood back up and Snap Suplex by Boxcar!!! Eastwood slowly gets back to his knees and quickly, Boxcar with a rolling Neck Breaker on Eastwood. Eastwood again tries to get back to his hands and knees and Boxcar charges at him, and Clothesline attempt by Eastwood, but Boxcar dodges it, stops short and kicks the back of Eastwood's knee!! Lillehammer: Eastwood instantly crumbled to his knees there/ Goes to show you that tall men do need their legs. The Rik: Boxcar is not wasting time here as he runs pass Eastwood bounces off the ropes and PUMP KICK by Boxcar and Eastwood dodged!!! Boxcar turns around and Clothesline by Eastwood nearly took Boxcar's head right off! Well, speed gets you a lot of shots, but all you need is one powerful blow to end it all! Lillehammer: Like Hiroshima. The Rik: Well there were two powerful blows there and here comes the second one as it looks like Eastwood has Boxcar back up to his feet and solid knee to his stomach and Bopxcar crumbles to his knees in pain. Eastwood faces one of the corner turnbuckles and drives Boxcar 's head between his legs. Lillehammer: He calls this the BYOB... you know, from that System of a Down song... I hate that I know this. Crappy ass music. The Rik: It maybe be crappy, but it looks to be effective as Eastwood lifts Boxcar up in a powerbomb and BOXCAR SLID DOWN EASTWOOD'S BACK!!!! He hooks his arms with Eastwood's and pulls him over into a BACK SLIDE PIN!!! One... Two... Three!!! Lillehammer: Eastwood looks stun!!! Announcer: The winner of this match via pinfall and the final participant for the LPW IDOL match at Capital Punishment... BOXCAR DANNY!!! Boxcar Danny (3.93 aps + 1.4 votes = 5.33 Total) Jack Eastwood (3.77 aps + 1.5 votes = 5.27 Total) “The Night” by Disturbed begins playing as Boxcar rolls out of the ring, brushes aside his long dreads and gives Eastwood a maniacal smile before slowly walking up the entrance ramp never taking his eyes off of Jack Eastwood in the process. The Rik: Well this was a close match tonight, Eastwood looks upset, but he did put in a strong showing for his first match in the LPW. Lillehammer: Despite that, the hobo is now moving to Capital Punishment where he will face Damian Blaze, Killswitch, St. Jayna Nighthawk, and Atlas Adams in the LPW Idol contest for the Vacated Television Championship Title. The Rik: Regardless of who leaves non of these men will equal the champion Jude Maxwell was. Lillehammer: Hell, none of these men, including Maxwell, even hold a candle to my reign. The Rik: Maxwell wasn't even pinned to lose the title... you lost it on your 2nd defense. Lillehammer: Hey.. shut the hell up... The Rik: Yeah, great American hospitality there, we will be right back for our Main Event... The scene opens to the office of D. Hammond Samuels as the CEO is working on some papers and contracts when Sheepster bursts in through the door. He freezes for a minute staring at Ham, slowly walks outside to look at the window, and then creeps back in after reading the words on it quickly. Sheepster: Didn’t this used to be Spectre’s office? And Cher’s before that? Samuels: What do you want? Sheepster: Styxx has the International title! Samuels: Yes, I have noticed this recent development in MY company. Sheepster: He beat me to it! Samuels: Yes, it seems he did. I do not understand your point here… Sheepster: I want to come back. Samuels: Excuse me? Sheepster: I want to come back; I can’t win the International title sitting at home watching Dr. Who reruns! Samuels: And I should take you back…why? Sheepster: I will do anything! Anything! Hammond shuffles through some papers and pulls out a piece of paper and reads over it quickly before looking back towards Sheepster. Samuels: I may have an opportunity for you then. We have recently signed a new talent to Inferno named Jack Eastwood, Mr. Eastwood as you may have seen competed earlier tonight in a losing effort. It is quite a pity but it happens at times. Thus, as the newest talent signed to the Inferno brand he is the bottom man on the totem pole currently and you shall start with him as your first opponent at the Capital Punishment pay-per-view. Sheepster: So…so I have to start at the bottom? Samuels: Yes and you shall scrape and claw your way up if you want to even challenge for the Television title within the next year. Sheepster looks at Samuels for a minute then a smile explodes across his face. Sheepster: DEAL! Sheepster shoots out of the office as Ham just shakes his head in disbelief and goes back to his work and we fade to commercial…
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01-11-2010, 12:25 PM
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The Rik: Welcome back to Inferno, ladies and gentlemen, and... Lillehammer: Is that for real? Sheepster is back? The Rik: It does seem so, but something doesn't look right... Lillehammer: Well, bah! I hate Sheepster! I can't stand him! The Rik: That is an interesting development, as well as Boxcar Danny advancing to the LPW Idol, but now, it's time for the Main Event! Lillehammer: Illuminati CRUSH! Announcer: And now, here is your Inferno MAIN EVENT! “Sun Music” by Charles Hamilton starts to blare over the loudspeakers, as out from the back comes a dead series Eddie B with his partner Jude Maxwell not far behind. Eddie walks quickly to the ring, while Jude Maxwell, smiling confidently, with the Western States Heritage belt slung over his shoulder, walks quickly behind him. The duo climb into the ring and head to their corner. Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a tag team match! Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy five pounds, this is the team of... EDDIE B. AND JUDE... MAXWELL!!! Lillehammer: How well do you think Eddie and Jude will be able to get along tonight after what we saw last week? The Rik: Certainly there will be some hard feelings from Eddie towards Jude, It’s almost inevitable in a situation like this. Jude Maxwell defeated Eddie B in one of the closest matches that we have seen from both men. Eddie was inches away from defeating Jude and retaining the title. Lillehammer: But another thing to consider is the rage both Jude and Eddie must be feeling towards D. Hammond Samuels, and Krimson Mask by association. Eddie and Jude revealed last week that all their arguing in recent weeks was really an act just to dupe D. Hammond Samuels. I wonder now if Jude having taken Eddies title has caused any REAL aggression between the two. “The Crimson” by Atreyu starts to play over the loudspeakers as D. Hammond Samuels, followed by Krimson Mask make their way down to the ring. They climb into the ring, Samuels heads to the corner and steps outside and this match is on. Announcer: And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and fifty-one pounds, they are two members of the Illuminati... D. HAMMOND SAMUELS, AND... KRIMSON... MASK!!! The Rik: Looks like its going to be Krimson Mask and Eddie B starting things off here tonight. Eddie B. Circling his opponent, looking for an opening, anywhere he can get an advantage over the towering Crimson Mask. Lillehammer: Eddie now making his move, comes in quick, but Mask just swats him away like a fly, shoving him back toward his corner, and Eddie B lands square on his back. The Rik: Mask advances on him now, and starts to kick the man while he’s down, stomping him all over. Lillehammer: Eddie though grabs the foot of his opponent, and escapes after sending Mask reeling back. The Rik: You know there are very few people in all of LPW who can stand toe to toe with Krimson Mask, certainly one of the most intimidating members of the LPW locker room. I feel like that is exactly why Samuels knew he had to have Krimson Mask on his side in the Illuminati. Lillehammer: Eddie now with a quick leg kick to Krimson Mask. First a left, then a right, then another right, then a left. Krimson Mask grabs his legs in pain and...hey wait a minute is that...? As the match continues Styxx comes down the ramp and walks over to the announce booth. Following behind him is one of his Capital Punishment opponents, Mass Chaos. Both men pull up a seat and grab a headset. Lillehammer and The Rik look confused and somewhat angered. Styxx: Hey guys, thanks for having me. Lillehammer: We didn’t know we WOULD be having you. Mass Chaos: The pleasure is all yours, rest assured. The Rik: Back to the match perhaps gentlemen? And I do use that term loosely Styxx: Loose? Like your mother? The Rik: Mask grabs hold of the ropes, but Eddie is still on him with those kicks. Lillehammer: Mask now reeling in pain heads back to his corner, and tags in D. Hammond Samuels. Mass Chaos: That Commie. Lillehammer: HEY! Mass Chaos: What? Lillehammer: This is America pal, even with Uncle Husien in the White House you can’t just go around accusing people of being communist like that, especially not people like D. Hammond Samuels. The Rik: Ham now comes towards Eddie quickly, walks over a decks him across the face. Say what you will about Samuels, the man knows how to throw a haymaker. Lillehammer: Eddie fights back with an uppercut of his own, catches Samuels on the chin. You know there's bad blood between these two men, and I expect this is nothing but a warmup for what both of them really have planned for the other at Capital Punishment. The Rik: Samuels now grabs a hold of Eddie B, whips him to the ropes, but Eddie is back in control and its GOOD NIGHT! A stiff lariat that sends the boss flying. Eddie now grabs a hold of his downed opponent, and delivers a knee to the back. Lillehammer: Samuels though, pokes the eyes of Eddie and is quick to get to his feet. The Rik: How resourceful is D. Hammond Samuels, utilizing any and every manuever in order to win. Mass Chaos: Don’t bother to mention that he cheated or anything. Styxx: You know Chaos, I think I’m actually going to agree with you here. I’m tired of seeing the Illuminati walk all over good, hardworking talent put themselves over, and get away without being punished. Mass Chaos: That's right, And you know what else? I plan on sending a message at Capital Punishment when it isn’t Krimson Mask, but Mass Chaos who walks away with the International Heavyweight Championship. Styxx: Lets not get carried away here gramps, I’m going to retain my title, and show guys like Krimson Mask that they if they want something I’ve worked this hard for, they’re going to have to earn it like everyone else. The Rik: Speak of the devil...Almost literally actually. Samuels now tags Krimson Mask, while Eddie wanders blindly towards his corner. Eddie also tags in Jude. Both men charge each other towards the middle of the ring as Eddie and Samuels take a breather. Lillehammer: and It’s Krimson Mask who connects with a clothesline, similar to the one we saw Eddie hit Samuels with earlier tonight. The Rik: Mask now picks Jude up with one hand, and brings him to his feet. He looks like he’s going for a chokeslam! Lillehammer: But Jude delivers a kick to the gut, Mask releases him and Jude hits the ropes for momentum, and comes charging into his opponent with a knee to the skull. Mass Chaos: Jude Maxwell has some great moves, I can see why he’s gone undefeated for so long. Styxx: Its a damn shame Samuels stripped him of his Television title. There's really no way to describe how hard guys like Eddie and Jude work to get those titles, and to just have it taken away from you like that is infuriating. If I was in Maxwell’s boots I know I would be going straight for Samuels. Lillehammer: Mask goes down, and Jude is right on top of him going for a pin. 1 Lillehammer: NO! Mask just plain chucks Maxwell into the air, clear across the ring before a 2 count can even be made. The Rik: Mask now on his feet, catches Maxwell with an uppercut to the jaw. Maxwell goes reeling against the ropes for support, Mask charges, but Jude leans down, sending Mask over the top rope from his own momentum. Lillehammer: Jude now hits the opposite rope for speed, He’s going to fly! Jude Maxwell flips over the ring ropes, landing squarely on top of Krimson Mask. On the outside, Jude mounts his opponent and starts to deliver shot after shot to the battered face of Krimson Mask. His fists fly furiously and twist all over the place as he desperately tries to connect with the face of his opponent. The Rik: Jude Maxwell is attacking Krimson Mask desperately, trying to do as much damage as possible. Lillehammer: Mask now stops Jude dead with a headbut to the skull. Jude climbs off, and tries to get his bearings. Mask feels for the ring apron and pulls himself into the ring, lying down in the middle of it. Jude soon gets to his feet and follows after him. The Rik: Mask now to his feet, pulls Jude up with him. Mask sends Jude into the ropes, and connects with a viscious big boot to the skull. Jude goes down hard. Mask covers him for the pin. 1 2 The Rik: NO! Somehow, Jude Maxwell, former Television Champion, former Western States Heritage Champion and currently undefeated, has escaped the clutch of Krimson Mask, at least temporarily. Styxx: Krimson Mask is one of the baddest of the bad, anyone who still has sense enough to kick out from that must be crazy. The Rik: Jude Maxwell now gets to his feet, and delivers a quick European uppercut. Mask goes staggering back, and Jude takes this chance to get to the top rope. He’s going for a missile dropkick...and he connects! Both men are down! Lillehammer: Krimson Mask however is the first to stir, perhaps sensing the urgency of the situation. Mask crawls slowly towards Samuels. Krimson Mask crawls slowly towards the corner his partner stands in, hand outstretched eagerly. As this is going on Jude is similarly crawling over to tag in his partner, Eddie. Styxx: who’s going to make it first? The Rik: It looks like Eddie is the first to make it into the ring, and catches Samuels with a running STO. Eddie flips Samuels over now, and locks in a leg lock. Samuels reaches for the ring ropes. Samuels desperately tries to grab for the ropes, while Eddie pulls him further and further away. Krimson Mask charges into the ring, and connects with a big boot to the side of the skull, causing Eddie to break the hold. Jude similarly charges for Krimson Mask, and pushes the big man into the ring ropes and through the top and middle ropes onto the ground below. Maxwell climbs out of the ring, and goes under the ring, looking for something. While he is under Samuels throws an arm across the downed body of Eddie B. Styxx: 1 2 NO! Eddie kicks out! Maxwell now retrieves from ringside the Western States Heritage Championship. Lillehammer: The Western States Heritage Championship? What does he plan to do with that? Someone tell the ref, he’s trying to cheat! Jude backs up, and goads Krimson Mask into standing up. The Rik: Eddie now is on his feet, as is D. Hammond Samuels. Eddie delivers a shot to the Samuels face, Samuels retorts in kind. The two men are brawling back and forth, neither giving up any ground. Krimson Mask now on his feet, is caught by Jude Maxwell who swings the WSHC wildly into his opponents forehead. Krimson Mask goes down hard. Lillehammer: Eddie shoves Samuels! Samuels hits the ropes, ducks under Eddie and catches him from behind, Roll up! 1 2 Lillehammer: NO! Eddie Kicks out! Eddie quickly to his feet, brings Samuels with him, goes for a DDT, Samuels pushes him away, Eddie hits the ring ropes, Samuels catches him above his shoulders in a firemans carry. The Rik: from a firemans carry there are a wide variety of moves you can do, its a pretty unique hold, and Samuels is a smart man for using it. A Victory here could build momentum big time headed into Capital Punishment, not just for D. Hammond Samuels facing Eddie B, but for Krimson Mask who is facing not just the International Heavyweight Champion Styxx... Styxx: Yo. The Rik: But Mass Chaos as well. Mass Chaos just nods. Mass Chaos: We’ll see. We’ll see. Samuels still has Eddie in the firemans carry, but Eddie is struggling. Eddie grabs a hold of the ring ropes on the opposite side, and comes down quickly back to two feet. Eddie looks over and delivers a jumping kick to the chest of D. Hammond Samuels. Samuels stumbles to the ground in a seated position, and that's all Eddie needs as he hits the ring ropes for momentum and... The Rik: Lowered Expectations! Lillehammer: But Jude Maxwell cheated! This match should be thrown out! The Rik: And Eddie Connects! He goes for the cover! 1 2 3! Announcer: And here are your winners... Jude Maxwell, and Eddie B.!!! Eddie B. and Jude Maxwell (4.33 aps + 4.27 aps + 2.7 votes = 11.3 Total) D. Hammond Samuels and Krimson Mask (0.0 aps + 4.25 aps + 0.2 votes = 4.45 Total) Lillehammer: THIS IS A FARCE AND YOU KNOW IT! The Rik: All's fair in love and war, I guess, and Eddie has done it! Lillehammer: I DEMAND A REMATCH! The Rik: It's too late, Robert, we've gone way over time and we have to cut! I’m the Rik, on behalf of LPW and my broadcast partner Robert Lillehammer, Goodnight and Happy New Year! * Jude has crawled back into the ring and both men have their hands raised by the referee. Jude poses for a moment with the Western States Heritage Championship, before heading to the back. Eddie crawls over and leans in real close to the face of Samuels and starts to laugh and laugh as we fade to black.
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OOC: Atlas Adams, St. Jayne Nighthawk, and Boxcar Danny are teh shit. I'd include Switchy in there, but he's Canadian, so...no.
 And Sheepster's returning? How cool! If his promos are even half as funny as they once were, this will be a very enjoyable return for the Welsh Wondersheep. That is all for now.
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Pretty good show. Blaze/Eccleston was a good squash. Killswitch/Cripsy was very poorly written, and I know why.  Nighthawk/Jensen was damn good, solid back and forth match. Adams/Brown was solid. Danny/Eastwood was very well done. Main event was epic. The streak continues! Like I said, good show, seemed a little rushed, but with things the way they are, understandable. IC thoughts to come later.
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01-11-2010, 04:07 PM
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no i mean i know when both belts were stripped from him but his show says the WSHC is now vacent as well. I thought SOR remade jude WSHC.:
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OOC: It seems that the writer of the match didn't catch the part last show where SoR unstripped me of the title. I thought I fixed those references when editing that match, and it seems that I didn't get them all.
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Shoot. I definately did miss that part. I have to come right out and apoligize for that, it was careless on my part, and I take responsibility for it. If that problem could be edited away, I would appreciate it.
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Just sent the scores to Ro, so hopefully they can be edited in.
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OOC: Writer of my segment...GREAT JOB. You wrote the character very well and actually gave me a nice little spot before getting raped. Great stuff. As for the rest of the show--good read, but don't understand why it took so long? Holidays is my guess. Ihope this can be corrected in the future.
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I would probably join in.
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To those who advanced in the LPW Idol... I give you all my condolences.
The correct, and entirely safe thing for you and your career would have been to lose. You have no idea what kind of hell am about to bring to all of you. It's time to bow down and accept your faiths; Inferno shall become my new infernal plain.
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01-13-2010, 12:07 PM
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Johnny 5 Alive Cash...
Johnny 5.... Alive.
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And aren't you supposed to be SoL's favorite pupil?
Look how that went...
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It looks like my task has just gotten even more daunting. I look at it this way though, I'm clearly the underdog in the Idol match. Mr. Scorpio's return just further proves that fact.
Mr. Scorpio, It will be an honor facing you in that ring for the coveted TV title. I just hope that you are fully focused on your opponents because if not, you will lose. You may not lose to me but there are three others in the Idols match who are also hungry for gold. If I may say, Mr. Scorpio, you sir are hungry for revenge.
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Bring it on, Scorpio. I must say, It would be a pleasure to face you one on one, but current standings render that imposssible. As such, you do not frighten me, Eric. I have nothing to fear. No matter how many people I have to take down, I will be the World Television Champion.
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Blaze, I have respect for you, but I can't allow you to be TV champion. Just as much as I can't allow Mr. Scorpio, Killswitch, Nighthawk to be the champion either. I know I'm not the favorite, but by no means will I be an after thought.
At Capital Punishment, I WILL shock the world and become the NEW Televison champion of the WORLD.
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01-13-2010, 01:44 PM
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I am very much alive.
And if you go into this match thinking all I wanted was revenge when I finally showed myself, then, you are sadly mistaken. If all I wanted was revenge, I could have done things behind the scenes, like making sure the plane my brother was on, never landed. So don't worry about my intentions. One of which, leads to none of you jokes walking away with that title. Fear me or not, I don't give a rats ass. I have my own agenda.
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Yeah... but it's still... one... two... three!
So it don't matter how close you think it was, all I need is 3 seconds, all I ever will need is 3 seconds. Count yourself lucky that you lost when you did, now that people know who I am, I no longer have to hold back. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep this wig on my head or to see through those dreads.
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