From: Eric RoyTo: Shawn Pierce Subject: (EWC) Wakeup Call Date: Sunday, June 13, 1999 10:58 PM 8888888888 888 888 .d8888b. 888 888 o 888 d88P Y88b 888 888 d8b 888 888 888 8888888 888 d888b 888 888 888 888d88888b888 888 888 88888P Y88888 888 888 888 8888P Y8888 Y88b d88P 8888888888 888P Y888 "Y8888P" '##:::::'##::::'###::::'##:::'##:'########:'##::::'##:'########:: ##:'##: ##:::'## ##::: ##::'##:: ##.....:: ##:::: ##: ##.... ##: ##: ##: ##::'##:. ##:: ##:'##::: ##::::::: ##:::: ##: ##:::: ##: ##: ##: ##:'##:::. ##: #####:::: ######::: ##:::: ##: ########:: ##: ##: ##: #########: ##. ##::: ##...:::: ##:::: ##: ##.....::: ##: ##: ##: ##.... ##: ##:. ##:: ##::::::: ##:::: ##: ##:::::::: . ###. ###:: ##:::: ##: ##::. ##: ########:. #######:: ##:::::::: :...::...:::..:::::..::..::::..::........:::.......:::..::::::::: :'######:::::'###::::'##:::::::'##::::::: '##... ##:::'## ##::: ##::::::: ##::::::: ##:::..:::'##:. ##:: ##::::::: ##::::::: ##:::::::'##:::. ##: ##::::::: ##::::::: ##::::::: #########: ##::::::: ##::::::: ##::: ##: ##.... ##: ##::::::: ##::::::: . ######:: ##:::: ##: ########: ########: :......:::..:::::..::........::........:: June 12, 1999 Report by Eddie Carlston The show begins with scenes from the Lowe/Sim confrontation shortly after Sim dropped the NA title last week on LoTR. Adrienne Solo and Colossians Washington are the commentators, and they talk briefly about the NA title changing hands when it begins ... "Icebreaker" Torvald Reikkersen vs. "The Little Kahuna" Maunukea Benard Benard was in the ring warming up as Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song" began to play. As Robert Plant warbled "down from the land of the ice and snow", Reikkersen stepped into the aisle in his ice-blue ring robe with Frieda on one side, and the Swedish Blond of the Week on the other. He strutted slowly to the ring, waving at the crowd even as they booed him. He paused next to one young woman standing right by the aisle in a Frozen Hell t-shirt, smiled and nodded to Frieda who gave the buxom lady a "Frozen Hell: The Menacing Phantom" poster. A few steps further he was stopped by a man who thrust a Damien Omega poster out into the aisle. Reikkersen looked at the poster, then at the man shouting at him, then grabbed the poster and yanked it away from the man before continuing to the ring. Once there he called for a microphone.] [ICE]: It's great to see all the Frozen Hell fans out there! [The boos resounded.] [ICE]: Thanks to you, the Menacing Phantom is the number one rental this week in several cities. I know you are all concerned about Brad, and he'll be fine. Siouxnami [Reikkersen shook his head], you made a bad, BAD, mistake. You have roused the Fury of the Norseman! We owe you a debt and Frozen Hell always pays its debts. Am I right, Frieda? [FRIEDA]: Right you are, Torvald. [ICE]: But that's not what I'm really here to talk about today. What's really on my mind, babe? [SBotW]: The IeWS, Torvald. [ICE]: That's right. Damien Omega ... [Reikkersen lifted the poster, looked at it carefully for a moment, then tossed it aside.] Let's get one thing crystal clear. I am still the man. Last time I checked, you could win an IeWS belt only at an IeWS sanctioned event -- and there hasn't been one of those in a while. The EWC can rant and rave all it wants about the IeWS title going on the line, but the cold hard fact ... [FRIEDA]: Oh, Torvald, "cold hard fact." [She laughed.] [ICE]: ... is that the belt is still mine. Not yours. Not Nick Duncan's, whoever the hell he is. Now, ... ["The Little Kahuna" had been growing more impatient with every moment as Reikkersen rambled on, and had finally had enough. He charged in, clotheslining the Icebreaker over the top rope. Reikkersen managed to flip over and walk along the apron for a second in his usual style, then screamed into the mic, only to look a little surprised when nothing happened -- the jostling had pulled the cord loose from the mic. Benard closed in, Reikkersen shrugged and pasted the the Hawaiian with his fist wrapped around the mic. Benard staggered and went to one knee. Reikkersen slipped into the ring after tossing the mic to the SBotW. He began kicking the hell out of the fat man's legs until Benard got to his feet. Reikkersen stepped in close and executed a perfect Swedish Leg Sweep. Benard landed hard and could not resist as Reikkersen locked on the Figure-Fjord leglock. Benard starting screaming like a baby and tapped out. Reikkersen dropped the hold and rolled out of the ring. He recovered the mic, which the SBotW had plugged back in.] [ICE]: Omega, you're at the top the list -- Siouxnami, you're on there too. Duncan, steer clear of me, unless you want a place on it. And now ... it's Akvavit Time! WOOO! [Reikkersen tossed the mic down and he and his entourage withdrew.] **** WINNER: Torvald Reikkersen **** ********** COMMENTS: Interesting set-up for a upcoming match with the new golden boy of the EWC, Omega, but I'm confused...who EXACTLY is Omega feuding with? It seems Torvald is tossing all the nice set up for a good series with Siouxnami. We'll see, I guess. ********** It now cuts scenes from Parker getting turned on from a couple of weeks ago, and TR going crazy in the locker room last week. Solo says he's not seen Parker this angry, and Washington warned that he knows Parker, and knows that when he gets angry is when he's at his weakest. Parker's strength comes from his ability to stay in control at all times in the ring, but he doesn't have that now. Then it's ... Slayer vs. The Disco Dance Kings The Dance Kings are introduced first and they head down to the ring, striking poses for the crowd all the way. Their music is abruptly cut off as they step through the ropes and the house lights flicker a bit before going totally out and a spotlight shines back on Lilith who is standing by the entrance to the back area. She's wearing her usual black leather S&M'ish outfit and holding a black leather cat-o-nine tails in one hand and a house mic in the other. (nice crowd pop at her appearance). [Lilith] Hey, time warp victims! I see that you guys have signed on for a handicap match with my sweet Devil Man, the Slayer. How about this? As it's really not fare for him to face both of you big, strong guys with such pretty hairstyles at the same time in a regular match, why don't we make this a Hardcore handicap match? (crowd pop) The dance kings look at each other for a second and psyche each other up with a high five and look back at Lilith and nod in agreement and motion for Slayer to come on down and get into it. The lights flicker again and 'Devil Man' by White Zombie churns from the speakers and Davidson hits the ring from through the crowd on the opposite side of the ring. He's holding the baseball bat from the last telecast and takes out Grant with a sweeping cut to the legs. As LeFebvre turns around his eyes get as big as saucers right as Slayer plants the bat in his gut to double him over. (major crowd pop) Slayer alternates pummeling the disco ducks with stomps, kicks and assorted bat shots as Lilith makes her way down to the ring. Slayer hits a quick DDT and Devil Bomb on LeFebvre and leaves him lying in the ring to concentrate on Grant, who he tosses to the outside, landing at Lilith's feet. While Slayer is exiting the ring she takes a second to look at Grant, then look at the crowd with a "gee, what should I do?" look on her face before stomping the living bejeezus out of Grant. Slayer gets to them and grabs Grant and lays him out on a table, face first, while holding his arms down. Lilith then proceeds to whip him with the cat-o-nine tails and Grant is screaming like a 6 year old girl! LeFebvre starts to get himself together in the ring and looks over at the scene going on outside the ring. Slayer and Lilith both take a second to shoot stares back at him and he passes flat out in the ring to the laughing cheers of the crowd. Slayer decides that this is enough and picks Grant up off of the table, hoists him up and chokeslams him down, through the table and gets the pin. **** Winner: "Slayer" Mark Davidson **** Right after the bell rings LeFebvre jumps up and bolts back to the dressing area. Slayer and Lilith climb back into the ring to address the crowd. [Slayer] Handicap match, huh? I think that those guys can qualify for some handicap plates on their cars now. (crowd pop) [Slayer] Oh, damn did that get me going! Parker! Sloan! I am so ready to take you down that long road to hell I can barely stand it. This little dance tonight will seem like a Girl Scout camp out after the train wreck I put you two through. Hell is coming to town boys… Be ready… Be scared… Be damned sure you have your insurance paid up… Slayer then raises the bat in the air to a crowd pop and the pair exits the ring. COMMENTS: Davidson seems to be getting a nice push by the EWC, and he deserves it. I'm not a hardcore fan, but this match had me up and cheering. Parker, Sloan and Davidson will be an excellent 3 way match, as long as the EWC decided not to use the DoA that night. For once, I'd like to see a main event match that doesn't end in some sort of screwjob..a nice, clean pin is much needed right now. The the scene changes to the ending of Siouxnami/Monroe vs. Curtis/Beyond Our Control brawl from last week, which allows the segue to ... SIOUXNAMI versus The Pendragons Siouxnami came down to the ring lookingly sickeningly intense in all senses of the word. They were very methodical is their pre-match preparation, gathering themselves and executing their pre-match tribal ritual very carefully. The Pendragons thought they would take the opportunity to take advantage of Siouxnami being distracted during their ritual, and they both attacked with respective dropkicks, sending Bull flying out of the ring. They whipped Horse into the ropes, executing a well-oiled drop-toehold legdrop combo, before SInclair went to eh apron, leaving Nick Hawk against Crazy Horse. Hawk stayed on top on his much bigger foe with a flurry of quick kicks and forearms, but Horse's power was simply way too much for his overmatched opponent. After hitting a quick clothesline and shoulder tackle to take control. High spots of his systematic attack on Hawk included a lightning fast Gory Special driver, an over-rotated powerbomb into falling reverse powerbomb, and what could best be described as an electric chair tombstone piledriver - all exceuted with sharp precision. However, as Horse went for a top rope vertical earthquake, Hawk grabbed for the ropes, crothcing the big man on top. Hawk hit a lunging blow that knocked Horse down off the ropes and allowed for Hawk to grab a tag to Sinclair. The well-rested Pendragon came in like a house of fire, hitting everything in sight. Horse went to the outside to retreat after being hit by a nice cross body block, leaving SIinclair to unload on Bull. Sinclair went to the well one to many times though, as he went for another cross body block but got caught instead with a vicious gorilla press thrown into a powerbomb by Bull. From that point on it was all Siouxnami. Bull hit a TKO ribbreaker with lightning fast execution, that he immediately followed up with a ballbuster brainbuster that almost ripped the Pendragons head off. And if it were still attached to his body at that point, after a high elevation leapoing head claw slam, it wasn't anymore. After schooling the him for a minute or two, Bull tossed his opponent to the outside at which point all hell broke loose. As Monroe was distracted the ref with his usual nonsense in one corner, Bull laid the boots to Sincliar, as Horse pulled Hawk off the apron and rammed him head first into the stairs. At that point Siouxnami totally snapped, going for the kill.....seemingly literally. Bull sprawled out a hapless Sinclair and buried him under the steel stairs with only his head still remaining visible. Sinclair, who was in no position to fight out from under them, had no choice to sit and wait as Bull took the timekeeper's bell and went on to the apron before jumping off and totally smashing Sinclair in the face. In the meanwhile, Horse was doing a ton of damage on Hawk as well, as he smashed his head into the concrete floor with a crippling inverted DDT off of the apron. The totally helpless Hawk was dragged back into the ring for two massive double teams in a row. First he was absolutely leveled with a huge backdrop driver spiked by a modified piledriver. Then, Siouxnami became totally possessed and looked like they were ready for the kill. Siouxnami pointed their respective fists towards each other horizontally and then flexed showing off their tribal markations in the center of the ring, before quickly dispersing and executing their final double team before you could even blink. Bull put Hawk up in to a spinning reverse giant swing, as Horse absolutely planted him with a top rop axe kick/legdriver DDT, slamming him into a reverse powerbomb. It was indeed Hawk's "Last Stand." 1, 2, 3. **** Winners: Siouxnami **** COMMENTS: Ok ... why was this jobber match 10 minutes long? Did Siouxnami really NEED these two poor guys to sell for them in these tough moves? Heck, I'd give the Pendragons a raise for doing this match. It's a lot easier taking the pain than giving it. Still, Siouxnami looked impressive in this match. Mostly. Murder, Inc vs. VENOM w/ Poisonous Pete McGee After VENOM came out to their normal booing (they still draw fairly good heat off of their previous push), Murder, Inc. come down to a seriously lower degree of heel reaction than normal. Haynes and Spinelli have always drawn a degree of approval from the workrate fiends and draw a bit more of a cheer out of the crowd when Haynes points out a young lady in the front row holding up a sign that reads "Make me an offer..." to Spinelli and he turns around just in time for her to flip it over to the back which reads "...I CAN'T refuse!". Spinelli laughs, removes his sunglasses, and tosses the souvenir to the young lady before entering the ring. After the referee's instructions, Spinelli starts off against Arsenic. On the initial lock-up, Arsenic powers the smaller Spinelli to the rope and tries a punch on the break, but Spinelli ducks, goes behind, and hits a quick belly-to-back. Trying to lock-up with Spinelli again, Arsenic instead gets kicked in the gut and then nailed by a Switchblade Suplex. Spinelli then pulls Arsenic up and hits a series of 3 release German suplexes followed by a belly to back suplex with a bridge for the three-count at 1:16 as Haynes cuts off Cyanide from the rescue with a missile dropkick. After the relatively quick bell, a short brawl ensues with Spinelli and Haynes working over VENOM in opposite corners with a series of kicks, chops, and punches until McGee enters the ring with a steel chair only to get become the meat in a sandwich as Murder, Inc. whip both members of Venom into him before leaving the ring. ---Winners: MURDER, INC. --- COMMENTS: Ok, a decent squash match. Short, sweet and to the point, and still getting Murder Inc. over. I enjoyed this one much more than the Siouxnami one. Now, Siouxnami is talented, but we didn't need 10 minutes of squash to prove it. (Camera opens on El Militar de Furia in the locker room area, finishing lacing his black mask...) [MdF] "Nassir, I have had it up to here with you! We wrestled an extremely good match in the preliminary rounds for the Light Heavyweight Title tournement. I almost had an ounce of respect for you. But after your cowardly attack, the fury is once again racing through my veins. Nassir, I am going to show you how hot it can get in the ring. Like we say in Mexico, 'tu has cruzado la linea, y ahora, necesitas pagar!" For my people and for my heritage, and for the fans out there, I will take you down, this time, there will be a winner mi amigo. And as for Chris Monroe...I have watched your matches on tape from your days as the 'Cavity', and Chris, let me tell you something....I don't take novacaine when I get drilled...I endure the pain and it makes me stronger...Monroe...whatever you are planning to do, however crazy you want to get...I'll match you, and then up you, two fold. Yo te mostrare como yo convengo loco. This will surely be a match to remember..." (fade out as Furia makes his way out of the locker room....) **MAIN EVENT** Militar de Furia vs. Chris Monroe (w/Siouxnami) This was a fairly standard but quick match. Militar gets an early advantage, Monroe nails an over the head face first powerbomb out of a huracanrana attempt by Furia, which looks VERY nice. Monroe controls the pace for another minute or two, going for more power oriented stuff than high flying material. Furia with a couple of punches to the stomach, tries for a clothesline, but Monroe converts into a "rock bottom" move. Monroe goes for an X-factor facebuster, but Furia bounces back to his feet, no-sells the move, then hits a sliding dropkick to send Monroe back first outside the ring. Furia hits a plancha sending Monroe into the steel(which got the crowd QUICKLY to their feet), followed by a chop and a backdrop. Furia back into the ring, goes for the springboard clothesline, but Monore moves and Furia hits the steel throat first. Monroe climbs to the top as Sitting Bull throws Furia back into the ring. One reverse shooting star press later and Monroe is the victor, one two three. WINNER: CHRIS MONROE (Pinfall) Postmatch, Monroe and Siouxnami pound on Furia for a bit, when from out the back Beyond Our Control rushes out to a nice pop, and clears the ring. Monroe and his cronies rush to the back, but Furia seems to be on his feet pretty quickly.