(The opening chords of "New Sensation" by INXS blows through the arena, a lot of fans boo, but many fans, a few curiously holding "Please Don't Go" signs, are cheering like mad)We are back, and folks, you're about to see a grudge match close to two years in the making! An' two years is a heckuva long time ta be holdin' a grudge, boy. The hatred an' bitterness 'tween th'Canadian an' Grendel-boy been buildin' an' buildin' all that time, an' it's all a-gonna come to a head in a matter of moments. Two years ago, Chris Sim took Ernie Grendel out of the sport for a period of time. One year ago, Sim re-opened those old wounds, and they fought in a Falls Count Anywhere match, the end of which Ernie was injured again! When Ernie... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @| __|\ \ / // __| "Canadian Sensation" @ @| _| \ \/\/ /| (__ Chris Sim @ @|___| \_/\_/ \___| @ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ...came back, Sim had gone away. 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He stops, takes off three of the tables, and sets them on various places on the stage) Ernie Grendel, the former EWC World champion, is in the house and he's in the mood to hurt someone. Look at thos tables, he's not even going as far as taking them down to the ring! Grendel-boy knowin' this fight ain't gonna stay or gonna be settled in the ring. He's got some sick an' twisted plans fer Canada-boy, an' I wouldn't bet 'gainst all four of them tables, an' maybe even a couple more bein' turned ta firewood before this match is done. Grendel has been waiting a long time for this match, Tara Jansen spoke last week about Christmas gifts, this is hers for Grendel, although you have to think that Chris Sim isn't going to stand there and get beaten on! Wait, Grendel's got a house mic, what's he got to say? [Ernie] How many wrestlers does it take to screw up a match? Just one, if that one is "The Canadian Burning Sensation" Chris Sim. Chris... I just graduated from college with a stinking *Masters* in Literature and I *still* don't have the vocabulary to express to you just how much of a pain in my >goodness the censors are fast on the BEEP tonight< you are to me... *large crowd poparoonie* [Ernie] So, tonight we get to have Yet Another Falls Count Anywhere match, which I *suppose* should be just what Happy, Chipper, Easy-Going Ernie Grendel ought to want... but ya know, it isn't. [Ernie looks up at the lights for a moment] [Ernie] Because what I *really* want, Sim, is for you to find the 'exit' door in this arena and just get the hell out of my life! I am *so* damn tired of you... your voice, your entrance music, that STUPID thing you do with your arms before you hit what has GOT to be the LAMEST finishing maneuver on the face of GOD'S GREEN EARTH! [Ernie takes a few deep breaths while the crowd reacts with some amusement]. So what I intend to do is this: I'm not worried about *winning* this match. Nope... [Ernie snaps his hair out of his face and regards Chris Sim with what can only be defined as 'a flat-out crazy 1000 yard stare'] [Ernie] My chief intent, in the course of this match, Chris, is to make DAMN sure that you NEVER WANT TO GET INTO THE RING WITH ME EVER AGAIN! [Ernie keeps staring a hole into Sim's chest as the crowd soaks this up] [Ernie] See... I've been an emotional and professional TRAIN WRECK for about three months... and it all boils down to YOU, Canada Boy! YOU put me here - YOU and your LACK of MANHOOD - YOU and your POINTLESS POSTURING - YOU and your INABILITY TO TAKE 'I BEAT THE >BLEEP< OUT OF YOU SO LEAVE ME ALONE!' FOR AN ANSWER! So tonight... when that bell rings, I want to put you on notice that this WILL BE your final match with me. One way or another. Because after tonight, I can tell you this... You won't want to ever get crazy with ol' Ern again. [Ernie spikes the mic] And Grendel jumps on the cart with the fourt table and RIDES THE CART DOWN THE RAMP!!!! He's got the momentum, and he HURDLES THE TOP ROPE JUST AS THE CART CRASHES INTO THE RING!!!! HE'S ON SIM, AND THIS CONTEST IS UNDERWAY!!! Referee Terry Magnum, the enforcer of the EWC, just kinda standing back and waiting for pinfalls on this one. An' that's the smartest thang he can dew, just stay back an' let these boys fight ta the finish. Even though this match ain't 'fficially a street fight, yew know it's a-gonna turn into one. So just fergit 'bout the rule book, 'cause neither of these boys is a-gonna follow the rules. Both men trading hard shots in the ring, OOOH, that knifeedge just left Chris Sim's fingerprints in Grendel's chest. Sim sends Ernie to the ropes, GRENDEL WITH A HIGH CROSS BODY, WE HAVE ONE, WE HAVE TWO, we have a kickout, I didn't think Grendel wanted to end it *THAT* fast. I don't thank so, neither. But it might not've been a bad idea fer Canada-boy ta take the fall an' git his hide outta thar. I dunno what Grendel got in mind, but it cain't be good. Both men up, Sim with a roundhouse kick, Grendel ducks, *crack* HARD double chop staggers Sim backwards, and now Ernie trying for an irish whip, and he HOLDS ONTO THE ARM, yanking Sim down hardway, and Ernie locks on a cross-arm breaker, but he can only get a few seconds before Sim finds the ropes. Grendel-boy ain't gonna be happy with just a win here. He wants ta put some major hurt on Canada-boy. But yew know as well as I dew that kinda plan could wind up hurtin' yerself more than yer 'pponent. Grendel now with a sitdown splash onto the arm, and he's back up, holding onto that arm, solid WRESTLING gameplan by Grendel here, SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG, and Ern rolls on top - crippler crossface on Sim!! Is it just me, or is Ernie trying a bait-and-switch on Sim here, calling for his blood but going for his arm instead? Well, a broken arm is a broken arm, no matter how yew slice it. An' whether yew git one by havin' it yanked outta yer shoulder socket or gittin' it smashed into a brick wall, It hurts like hell an' puts yew out fer a couple months. Ernie moving out of the crossface - and into a camel clutch, and this submission attack is confounding Sim so far...finally, Sim makes it to the ropes, and Grendel up..and just vertical splashes Sim right in the back. Grendel up, runs forward, and SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT VERTICAL SPLASH! THAT had a bit more impact to it! Grendel changin' the focus of his attack fer the moment. I thank Sim- boy came prepared fer an all-out brawl, but Grendel ain't givin' it to him at the moment. Ernie grabs Sim's arms, rolls around into a Tomikaze, Sim breaks out, though, GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Sim up, and he looks mad, has Ernie by the arm, FOREARM, and Ern hits canvas, Sim yanks him up..HARD chop sends Ernie down again, and like a yoyo Sim lifts him again, HEADBUTT! He's mad all right, I don't thank knockin' Grendel-boy in the head is a-gonna work. He ain't got much in thar ta rattle 'round. And again, Sim yanks him up and sends him to the ropes, Sim planted... ERNIE WITH A FLOATOVER DDT!!! *Crowd Pop* Y'know, I've been watchin' this here Grendel-boy, an' I don't thank he got many moves which he don't leave his feet. Case in point right thar. Ernie rolls Sim over, we have a cover, one, TWO...kickout by Sim, and Ernie locking those legs around Sim's torso, and Sim in a pinning position again, one, TWO...Sim with the legs, flips Grendel backwards into a pinning predicament, one..TWO...Grendel pushes off, both men up, Ernie charges..SIM JUST BACKDROPPED GRENDEL OVER THE TOP...Grendel lands feet first on the apron, stumbles back onto the table...SIM SPRINGBOARD SUNSETBOMB, AND HE JUST *PLANTED* GRENDEL ON THE RING FLOOR!!!! Planted, nuthin'! He dun tried ta send 'im right through the floor! An' he almost dun-did it! The impact of that move, I could hear Grendel's head bounce from here! Sim is up, and he's laying the boots into Grendel something fierce. And will you look at that, Sim just spat on the fallen Grendel! No respect there at all. Respect? Yer talkin' 'bout two years of absolute hatred, an' yer lookin' fer respect??? Sim now grabbing a chair, not Lucille this time, thankfully, and he brings that chair across the back of Grendel. Now he sets the chair on the ground and yanks Ernie to his feet by the hair, you can tell by how he's standing Ernie's dazed...DDT RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!!! Sim's not fighting a match, he's trying to put Ernie out permanently! Yew just nailed it, boy. This is what Canada-boy came ta dew. Sim ain't gonna wrassle Grendel 'gain, not 'cause he don't wanna, but 'cause Grendel ain't never gonna wrassle 'gain! Much more of this and Terry Magnum may have to step in and stop it whether Ernie wants it or not. Legdrop by Sim, and a cover, this is Falls Count Anywhere... but that's only worth a two this time. And Sim now tosses Grendel's body across the ring divider, and he goes to set up a chair, what's he trying to do here? Ain't shure, but first hunch says Grendel-boy's a-gonna be wearin' that thar chair as a nose ring when it's over! Sim backing up, that chair's set up, he's going for a triple jump moonsa.. HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD, GRENDEL WITH A TURNAROUND SPEAR OFF THE DIVIDER, AND HE CAUGHT SIM IN MIDAIR AND *DROVE* HIM BACKFIRST, UPSIDE DOWN, INTO THE RING APRON!!! THIS KID IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!! An' yer findin' this out just now? Yer denser'n he is! (Chants of "CUT 'N SHOOT!" ring through the arena) ///--------------------------\\\ ///////// __ _ \\\\\\\\\ ||| /__\ ___| |_ _ __ ___ ||| | / \/// _ \ __| '__/ _ \ | | / _ \ __/ |_| | | (_) | | ||| \/ \_/\___|\__|_| \___/ ||| x\\\\\\\\\ /////////x x \\\--------------------------/// x x x x x x (Slow motion shot of Sim jumping off the x x chair and springboarding backwards into a x x moonsault, except once he completed a 180 x x Grendel jumps in from out of camera and x x spears him backwards into the ring apron) x x x x x x x x ///--------------------------\\\ x x///////// _ _ _ \\\\\\\\\x ||| /_\ ___| |_(_) ___ _ __ ||| | //_\\ / __| __| |/ _ \| '_ \ | | / _ \ (__| |_| | (_) | | | | | ||| \_/ \_/\___|\__|_|\___/|_| |_| ||| \\\\\\\\\ ///////// \\\--------------------------/// Is there anything Grendel will not do out there? Both men slowly getting up, Ernie gets there first, and he grabs Sim by the hair...TOSSES HIM HEADFIRST INTO THE STEPS! That's going to buy Ernie some time to get his head together, but is his body going to be together by the end of this? I don't thank that boy cares no more! He's been hurt an' beaten so many times, he prolly don't feel it no more. All he knows is that if he dishes out more than he takes, he's had a purty good night. Ernie in the ring now, awaiting Sim getting onto his feet, what's he trying here...BASEBALL SLIDE INTO A BULLDOG ON THE OUTSIDE!!! I betcha that move's a requirement at that thar Cut'n'Shoot school. The now-retired Bill Curtis used that thar baseball slide into a DDT. Grendel-boy comin' up with his own li'l take on it. Grendel laying into Sim on the outside with chops...Sim with a boot to the gut, going for a vertical suple...GOURDBUSTER ON THE STEEL RAMPWAY!!!! And once again the pendulum shifts over to Chris Sim. Dun-near broke Grendel-boy in half with that forward suplex! An' now he's got 'im out thar near all them tables Ernie set up before the match, an' yew better believe he's a-fixin' ta break a couple of 'em usin' Ern's body! Sim dragging Grendel by the hair up the rampway, and he's setting for a DDT again....and opts for a TORNADO DDT OFF THE SIDE OF THE RAMP!!! That's a four foot drop off the side of the ramp right onto the concrete! No padding, no protecton, and Sim's drawn blood from the forehead of Grendel! Sim-boy landin' hard, too, but it's clear who took the most of that hit. An' again I say that Grendel-boy's been knocked 'round so dang much, he prolly didn't feel a thang! Grendel staggering to his feet, heading backwards to the area in front of the main stage..and Sim with a running start off the STAGE.. DOUBLE AXEHANDLE TO THE BACK OF GRENDEL, and Grendel is sent sprawling! Now a lesser wrassler woulda been done fer after that thar DDT, but Grendel-boy's so gol-dang nuts, he don't know any better. Yew gotta dang near knock him unconscious, 'cause yew know he ain't gonna quit! Both men going into this like there's no tomorrow, Grendel saying this is the last time he ever wants to deal with Sim, and I don't think Sim will want a return match after this one either! Sim now tossing another chair onto the concrete, and a swinging neckbreaker drives Ernie's head right into the chair again. An' I guess Sim-boy musta heard me. He's dang near tryin' ta knock Grendel out! Ern's gotta have a concussion by now, but that's nothing new to him. Cover by Sim, one, TWO...Ernie just alive enough to get a shoulder up, and Sim now pulling Ernie to his feet...and he just TOSSED GRENDEL RIGHT INTO THE ELECTRICAL TABLE!!!! SPARKS FLYING, THAT'S ATTEMPTED MURDER!!! Well, lessee...Sim-boy's powebombed Ernie onto the concrete, DDT'ed 'im onto a chair, DDT'ed 'im offn' the ramp, an' *now* yer sayin' he wants ta kill the boy? He's been tryin' da to that since the gol-dang match started! Sim tried to ELECTROCUTE ERNIE, thankfully, they cut the power to those systems, and Sim choking Ernie with the electrical wire here. Ernie slumping against the table, and Sim's got the chair again...Grendel lunges, double leg takedown bounces Sim's head off the concrete, and he rolls over into a pin.. we have TWO...*OH*, so close! Grendel-boy gittin' close ta desperation time out thar. An' if yew thunk he was insane before, just wait 'til he gits desperate! Grendel's got the chair now, and he...tosses it to Sim? Sim reflexively grabs it - SPINWHEEL KICK SENDS THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO SIM'S HEAD!!!! Cover, one..two...THRR..NO!!! SIM JUST *BARELY* HANGING ON!!! And Ernie's on the electrical table! Y'know, it's a bit funny that he took all that time settin' up them tables before the match started, an' th'only one he's used so far is one that's been set up before the first bell even sounded! Ernies on that stage, and he's tossing the tables he set up earlier down onto the ground level!!! I guess this is a change in plans, but I hope he's not using too much time here! Sim-boy ain't moved much since he took that chair to the face. I bet Ernie-boy thanks he can git away with a li'l furniture movin'. Grendel finally has all three tables down there, and he slides dow... CROSSHAIRS!!! SIM OFF THE ELECTRICAL TABLE JUST BLINDSIDED GRENDEL WITH THE CROSSHAIRS!!! That's it. Ernie-boy gotta be unconscious now... Grendel's limp, and Sim covers, one, two, it's ove..NO IT'S NOT!! GRENDEL JUST KICKED OUT OF THE CROSSHAIRS!!!! Guess not unconscious enuf! Sim thought he had 'im, an' now he's fit ta be hog-tied! Sim's frustrated right now, and he just rolled Grendel onto the electrical table, Sim climbs up now, and he positions Ernie for a piledriver.. this could break his neck, it'll certainly win the match for Chris Sim if he hits this...he lifts...he's not strong enough, Ernie backdrops him!!! Dang, Grendel-boy's got more lives than an ol' barnyard cat! I counted at least three or four he's used up already! How many more's he got? Both men still on the table, it didn't break from the backdrop, and now Ernie has him set up......suplex off the tab..NO!!! *CRACK* LAWN DART!!! THAT WAS A "LAWN DART" SUPLEXDRIVER RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!! Yew wanna talk about 'ttempted murder, boy? *Thar's* yer 'ttempted murder! That move was designed ta dew one thang only, an' it's ta break someone's neck! The old MTV game show "Remote Control" had a category called "Dead or Canadian?"...right now, Chris Sim is *BOTH*!!! Grendel now setting up the tables next to the stage, Sim is NOT MOVING, Ernie could pin him, but he's opting for more punishment! As if that neck crusher weren't enuf! He wants ta foller through on his vow ta make shure Sim-boy don't ever wanna git in the ring with him again! An' he's building a mountain outta them tables... Three tables stacked on each other about five feet away from the back of the stage..and Ernie just put Sim on stage.. He's taking a long time here, Sim is down, but you can't count him out. Ernie now rolling Sim onto the top of the three tables...and he's pointing up!!! Up WHERE?!?! Where does he have to go!?! Ain't nuthin up thar ta climb on 'cept that thar Solo-tron thangee.... Oh now hold on just a cotton-pickin' minute here! He's not. He's not....He is. ERNIE CLIMBING THE FRAMEWORK OF THE DAMN SOLOTRON!!! He's riskin' all the rest of his lives on this death-dee-fyin' stunt, boy! One slip-up an' it's literally all over! He's halfway up the framework, that's a 20 foot drop straight down to the stage, much less the floor, Grendel trading his career for vengeance here... He's hanging off that framework and MOSHES HIS HAIR! (The crowd at this point is going batshit) If he blows it here, yew can fergit 'bout an ambulance. Yer a-gonna need a HEARSE! Grendel is primed.....SKYTWISTER PRESS OFF THE *BLEEEEEEP* SOLOTRON!!! AND HE LANDS RIGHT *THROUGH* THE CANADIAN SENSATION!!!!! (One "HOLY SHIT" gets out before the censors silence out the crowd a bit more) Through Sim-boy an' three tables, Cross! I thank he's got a tattoo of fake wood veneer permanently stuck on his back! Grendel never ceases to shock me in the lengths he will go to win a match...and the referee going over to the carnage, Grendel is on top...one.. two....three!!! NO ONE short of Superman is getting up from that! ("Crazy" by Seal blasts over the speakers as the crowd cheers like fiends) I cain't even hear myself *THINK*, it's so loud in here! Grendel is beaten, he's bloody, but he's the one still standing after this is all over - paramedics are already getting Sim on the gurney and taking him away...but Grendel refusing medical attention for the moment - he's climbing on that stage, and BY GOD, HE'S DOING THE HAIR MOSH! Well, in the words of another famous TV Texan, that boy ain't right! He got the win, he got his revenge, but I wouldn't wanna be him when he wakes up in the mornin'! He's in that Nightmare Gauntlet, and after tonight, I would not bet against him! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ *********************************** @ Camera Cut @************************************* @@@@@@@@@@@@@@ (Cut to Jerone McShea, who is standing outside a dressing room with Ronnie Frown) [McShea] Ronnie, tonight, you still have one more... (Frown shoots a glare at McShea that could pierce steel...he then grabs the mic and McShea quickly retreats) [Ronnie Frown] You know, things are getting a little confused in Ronnie Town. See, this is supposed to be the time of year when a man is finishing off his Christmas list, and putting a start on his New Year's Resolution ... but here in E-W-C, we're a few months behind. Here in E-W-C, it's looking a lot like the end of the October, because they've got us thinking about nightmares. See, WHEN I step into the Gauntlet at Snowbrawl for that final match, it's not just going to be a title on the line -- the girls up top have promised the losing man his worst nightmare will come true. Now, this is the part where Ronnie Frown is supposed to tell you all what MY worst nightmare could be ... but I think to myself, "This IS my nightmare. Every. Single. Night. I ... am a professional wrestler ... performing for YOU." {He pauses for a moment while the crowd gives its opinion of that.} [Ronnie] {dryly} Oh, well -- the girls didn't take that either. But if I stop to think, I CAN envision one way that my life could take a turn for the worse, ONE THING more vulgar, more repellent, more stomach-churning than walking out here night after night to risk bodily harm against one more of the yahoos that you people love SO much. And that ... that is to BE one of the yahoos that YOU people love SOOO much. So if I have to play this little game for Tara and Adrienne, that's how it goes. Ignoring for the moment that I WILL be walking out of the arena at SnowBrawl the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ... I will guarantee tonight that if Ronnie Frown is not the WORLD champion after SnowBrawl, then for the next month Ronnie Frown will be the "People's Champion" -- I will be Fuego, I will be T.R. Parker, I will be Damien Omega -- I will be the man that you people think you want to see. And speaking of Damien ... Omega ... [Ronnie Frown] Damien -- EX-CHAMPION, Damien Omega ... I want you to stop and think for a moment before you step into this ring with me tonight. I want you to think -- as you seem to so often do -- not of me, not of this match, but of ... your fans. Yes, the ticket-buying leeches sitting right in these seats tonight, Tara Jansen's raging hunger dog Armagetto. I want you to think of those fans, think of how they feel already having watched YOU, Damien Omega, crash and burn against Steven Mauritz ... how they feel already, having watched Ronnie Frown dissassemble the "Strutter" T.R. Parker ... and think, for a moment, about how they are GOING to feel if you come out here tonight and dredge up BOTH those memories all at once -- when YOU take a Bitter Pill and go down for the count a second time. You don't have to do this, Damien. I want you to know, from the tiny shred of respect I still have for you as a fellow man at the mercy of this bread-and-circus mob, you don't have to destroy yourself in a vain attempt to please them. The sad fact of life is, Damien, you will NEVER be able to give these bloodsuckers all that they ask you for -- ESPECIALLY if it involves you all by yourself against the Ten Thousand Minute Man, in a match that you JUST CAN'T WIN. You don't have anything to gain, and EVERYTHING to lose. Walk away, Damien. Walk away now -- or get used to disappointment. *fade*