Post by Jman2k3 on Sept 3, 2017 18:44:35 GMT
Blizzard Brawl
Three Way:
Scorpion vs. Robert "Doomsday" Draven vs. "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane
JD: This match up here could bring the house down if the first one didn't. With that amazing victory by Timothy St. Clair, I'm not sure what to expect next. I mean we could even see Eminem come out here again and kick Scorpions' ass.
MS: Hey, your right that would be pretty funny, but don't bet on it. To tell you the truth I'm betting on it, in this one and I'm going with Sebastian Kane.
("The Way I Am" By Eminem hits the speakers and Scorpion walks out to a mixed crowd reaction, as he jogs slowly out to the ring, as Fyre Martinez makes her way behind him.)
MS: She's looking hot and spicy tonight!
JD: Very funny, I'm glad you can repeat lines that you picked up off Playboy TV.
MS: Hey, I ought to take this hand and smack you around!
(He is interrupted)
JD: Hey I don't want you to smack me around with your hand, god knows you've done enough smacking around with that hand.
(Mike Sincere appears like he is ready to punch Johnny Debonair in the mouth, when "Cult of Personality hits the speakers and Doomsday makes his entrance, and puts them back in their seats. Robert Draven is accompanied as usual by his lovely manager Chastidy.)
JD: And these two aren't even waiting for Sebastian Kane to get to the ring.
MS: (silence)
JD: Aren't you going to speak?
MS: (ignoring Johnny)
JD: You're just sore, because I herbed you plain and simple.
MS: (Pretending like he is deaf)
JD: Moron.
("Nobody's Real" by Powerman 5000 plays over the loud speakers, and "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane, sprints down the ramp way, to join the brawl ensuing between Robert Draven and Scorpion.)
JD: And Sebastian delivers a double noggon knocker to both Doomsday, and Scorpion.
(He slides into the ring, bounces off the ropes and dives over the top rope hitting a double cross body block onto his two helpless victims. He raises his hand in approval. He goes and gets a steel chair, and sets it up on top of a table which had been set up earlier during a dark match.)
JD: I wonder what he is going to do?
MS: (Drinks a sip of his water.)
JD: Spiteful, do you realize your ruining this pay per view extravaganza?
MS: (Still drinking, Still ignoring)
(Johnny with a look of disgust on his face, goes on announcing as Scorpion is draped over the chair, which lays on top of the table.)
JD: Sebastian jumps over the top rope, and drives him threw the table and that steel chair has added the damage! Oh my dear God, that is going to be over for him. I don't know how he is going to be able to compete in his Canadian Championship match later on.
MS: Hold on a second, we have a scene backstage!!!
(The NAWtron lights up and White Chocolate can be seen on it laughing.)
White Chocolate: Nice to see you falling into your career there Double J, I mean Scorpion. C'mon I mean why don't you harpoon me! Ha Ha Ha! No I'm sorry Scorp, it's just that your originator of originality, your Canadian Champion is well put it this way going to let Chocomania run wild on you!
(The NAWtron dims down as Robert Draven has Sebastian in a Cobra Clutch type hold, and Scorpion is unconcious.)
JD: This could be it. Sebastian's lights are going out.
(He gives a big mule kick and Draven in on the ground like a little girl in pain.)
JD: He grabs his legs and he flips him over, and there is the reality check, and Doomsday is tapping out. Doomsday has just tapped out!
MS: Like I said Doomsday would win.
JD: Woah, you broke your silence.
MS: Shut up.
(He relinquishes the hold, and kicks him in the ribs as "Nobody's Real" plays, and he exits towards the ramp way.)
WINNER: "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane
MS: Sebastian gets a win under his belt!
JD: Hold on, lets go backstage!
(We see Fallen Angel sitting on a couch, with his voluptuous manager, Raylene.)
Fallen Angel: Raylene, tonight I face my destiny. The darkness and power of the ages is behind me-- And finally the United States Title will be in my hands. Kyle Driver will finally wake up from his intoxication, into a pure, dark consciousness of pain and suffering alone.
Raylene: What about Todd Taylor?
Fallen Angel: He is more concerned with his own image than this match-- His horizon is small, and thus the sun will set for him much swifter. Tonight... is the night of Fallen Angel!
Three Way:
Scorpion vs. Robert "Doomsday" Draven vs. "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane
JD: This match up here could bring the house down if the first one didn't. With that amazing victory by Timothy St. Clair, I'm not sure what to expect next. I mean we could even see Eminem come out here again and kick Scorpions' ass.
MS: Hey, your right that would be pretty funny, but don't bet on it. To tell you the truth I'm betting on it, in this one and I'm going with Sebastian Kane.
("The Way I Am" By Eminem hits the speakers and Scorpion walks out to a mixed crowd reaction, as he jogs slowly out to the ring, as Fyre Martinez makes her way behind him.)
MS: She's looking hot and spicy tonight!
JD: Very funny, I'm glad you can repeat lines that you picked up off Playboy TV.
MS: Hey, I ought to take this hand and smack you around!
(He is interrupted)
JD: Hey I don't want you to smack me around with your hand, god knows you've done enough smacking around with that hand.
(Mike Sincere appears like he is ready to punch Johnny Debonair in the mouth, when "Cult of Personality hits the speakers and Doomsday makes his entrance, and puts them back in their seats. Robert Draven is accompanied as usual by his lovely manager Chastidy.)
JD: And these two aren't even waiting for Sebastian Kane to get to the ring.
MS: (silence)
JD: Aren't you going to speak?
MS: (ignoring Johnny)
JD: You're just sore, because I herbed you plain and simple.
MS: (Pretending like he is deaf)
JD: Moron.
("Nobody's Real" by Powerman 5000 plays over the loud speakers, and "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane, sprints down the ramp way, to join the brawl ensuing between Robert Draven and Scorpion.)
JD: And Sebastian delivers a double noggon knocker to both Doomsday, and Scorpion.
(He slides into the ring, bounces off the ropes and dives over the top rope hitting a double cross body block onto his two helpless victims. He raises his hand in approval. He goes and gets a steel chair, and sets it up on top of a table which had been set up earlier during a dark match.)
JD: I wonder what he is going to do?
MS: (Drinks a sip of his water.)
JD: Spiteful, do you realize your ruining this pay per view extravaganza?
MS: (Still drinking, Still ignoring)
(Johnny with a look of disgust on his face, goes on announcing as Scorpion is draped over the chair, which lays on top of the table.)
JD: Sebastian jumps over the top rope, and drives him threw the table and that steel chair has added the damage! Oh my dear God, that is going to be over for him. I don't know how he is going to be able to compete in his Canadian Championship match later on.
MS: Hold on a second, we have a scene backstage!!!
(The NAWtron lights up and White Chocolate can be seen on it laughing.)
White Chocolate: Nice to see you falling into your career there Double J, I mean Scorpion. C'mon I mean why don't you harpoon me! Ha Ha Ha! No I'm sorry Scorp, it's just that your originator of originality, your Canadian Champion is well put it this way going to let Chocomania run wild on you!
(The NAWtron dims down as Robert Draven has Sebastian in a Cobra Clutch type hold, and Scorpion is unconcious.)
JD: This could be it. Sebastian's lights are going out.
(He gives a big mule kick and Draven in on the ground like a little girl in pain.)
JD: He grabs his legs and he flips him over, and there is the reality check, and Doomsday is tapping out. Doomsday has just tapped out!
MS: Like I said Doomsday would win.
JD: Woah, you broke your silence.
MS: Shut up.
(He relinquishes the hold, and kicks him in the ribs as "Nobody's Real" plays, and he exits towards the ramp way.)
WINNER: "The Enigma" Sebastian Kane
MS: Sebastian gets a win under his belt!
JD: Hold on, lets go backstage!
(We see Fallen Angel sitting on a couch, with his voluptuous manager, Raylene.)
Fallen Angel: Raylene, tonight I face my destiny. The darkness and power of the ages is behind me-- And finally the United States Title will be in my hands. Kyle Driver will finally wake up from his intoxication, into a pure, dark consciousness of pain and suffering alone.
Raylene: What about Todd Taylor?
Fallen Angel: He is more concerned with his own image than this match-- His horizon is small, and thus the sun will set for him much swifter. Tonight... is the night of Fallen Angel!