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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 12:09:05 GMT -5
Nashua YMCA Gym - 250
Dark Match
Gianni Sipriani vs. Apollo Mercer vs. Generic Man
Dark Match
Caleb Lanseng vs. Allen Dragon
Nightkiller vs. The Ringmaster
Jake DeMarte vs. Lance Erikson
Semi-Final Match
David Hilt vs. Dave Milan
Semi-Final Match
Elijah Cage vs. Teddy Davis
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 8:01:17 GMT -5
Dark Match
Gianni Sipriani vs. Apollo Mercer vs. Generic Man
The match begins with Gianni and Generic Man going at it as Apollo looks upon them. He waits off to the side as the two men duke it out. Generic Man gains an advantage and lifts Gianni up into a fireman's carry and starts spinning him around. As they reach the highest speed of rotation, Apollo Mercer, who is on the apron, springs up onto the ropes, and hits a dropkick straight to the gut of Generic Man. GM gives a big "OOF" and falls backwards with Gianni on his shoulders. Apollo stands up, gives a cocky smirk and brushes off his shoulders. He goes to cover Gianni, but Generic Man breaks it up before the three count. Apollo gets up and begins beating down on Generic Man with various strikes. Generic Man gets tired and rests down on one knee, but Apollo takes this and turns it into a Shining Wizard, dropping Generic Man flat on his face. Apollo goes for the cover again, but this time Gianni breaks up the pin. The two get to their feet and begin trading blows. Apollo gives Gianni a swift kick to the midsection, doubling him over. He hits a snap suplex, laying Gianni out on the ground. Apollo quickly shifts his attention to Generic Man, who is beginning to rise to his feet. Apollo grabs the back of his mask and clumsily tosses GM out of the ring. Much like poor Generic Man, Gianni rises to one knee, looking tired. Apollo rushes at him and hits the Power of the Dollar. This is surely it. Apollo gets the cover... 1... 2... 3!
Winner: Apollo Mercer @ 5:25 with the Power of the Dollar
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 8:02:22 GMT -5
Credit: The Ringmaster
Dark Match
Caleb Lanseng vs. Allen Dragon
The bell rings and the two locked up quickly. Lanseng irish whipped "The Extreme Dream" into the ropes and dropkicks him into the corner. Lanseng unloads a fury of punches and kicks until he irish whips him out of the corner and into the ropes. Dragon whips back at Lanseng but he catches Allen by the neck. He then unleashes a hellish DDT. Dragon flops onto the mat and lies there, motionless. Lanseng runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it quickly. As Dragon gets up, Lanseng pulls a Diving Clothesline. Dragon falls to the mat and starts clutching his throat. This gives Lanseng the opportunity to climb the turnbuckle again. He takes a deep breath and jumps off of the turnbuckle. He rotates ever so slowly backwards before he lands on top of Dragon. The referee stares in awe at the shooting star press before he starts the count. 1...2...3!!! The bell rings and Lanseng celebrates, much to the fans' liking.
Winner: Caleb Lanseng @ 2:49 with a Shooting Star Press
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 8:07:58 GMT -5
Credit: David Hilt
Nightkiller vs. The Ringmaster
William Ellis: And people, this is why I started GCW. We've had two exciting opening matches, and here we are on our way to another.
William makes his way to the center of the ring with a mic.
William: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. The first contestant,standing 5 foot 9, and weighing in at 193 pounds, Ringmaster!
The Fight song hits, and Ringmaster rides down on his Kawasaki, as blue lights flicker through the arena. After getting off and setting the kickstand, he slides under the ropes. Looking around at the fans, Ringmaster warms up and awaits his opponent.
William: And the second-
"Your blood is my viagra," cuts William off mid-sentence, as Black Parade hits the P.A. Nightkiller walks down from backstage with Eric White, who looks off his rocker, and William quickly makes his way to the announcer table. At the end of the ramp, Nightkiller glares menacingly at Ringmaster's bike, which prompts threats from him to something the effect of "If you break my bike, I break...uh, every single...breakable thing within you...Yeah. Yeah!" Nightkiller laughs, and just continues to the ring. Eric stays ringside at Nightkiller's corner, while Nightkiller rolls into the ring. Frank Pierra calls for the bell seconds later, as Ringmaster has wasted no time in pouncing on him, delivering mudstomps to the midsection of Nightkiller.
Bryan Wise: You know, I thought Nightkiller came out here super pissed, what with losing his first match, and his manager abandoning him. But it seems Ringmaster surpassed that when his Kawasaki seemed to be in trouble, heh.
Will: I know I'd kick anyone's ass who even thought about touching my ride.
Bryan: Heh, true. But Ringmaster might still have this cut out for him. Eric White is down here with Nightkiller again, and he doesn't look none too good. I can't imagine what kind of punishment he received from Nightkiller.
Ringmaster lets up on the stomps, to give a cocky smirk to the crowd. They cheer him on, and he continues his attack on Nightkiller. He drags Nightkiller to his feet, and whips him to the far ropes. As he comes back, Ringmaster steps out of the way, and with Nightkiller in front of him, kicks him in the ass. The crowd laughs at this, with scattered screamings of "Ass Kick!" The kick sends Nightkiller through the middle of the ropes to the floor. Ringmaster breathes, and gives his signature smile. He runs to the far ropes, bounces off them, runs about 3/4 of the way back before jumping up to the tope rope, and using it as a trampoline to slingshot himself into the air, delivering a shocking F.A.B. to Nightkiller outside of the ring.
William: Holy smokes! Ringmaster just performed a 630 Splash from INSIDE the ring to Nightkiller on the OUTSIDE. Incredible feat! What talent this man has!
Wise: Eh...I wasn't so impressed.
William: Bull, you know you were. Don't just try and contradict me.
Outside the ring, Nightkiller seems to be knocked out, and Ringmaster is reeling in pain from the high-risk move. He eventually gets up, clutching his stomach and sides, and forces the unconcious Nightkiller into the ring. He gets in after him, and drops down for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
The ref calls for the bell, and raises Ringmaster's arm in victory, as The Fight Song blares again. He makes his way backstage, but back in the ring, Eric white has to try and drag Nightkiller's large frame from the ring, refusing to let medics see to him.
William: People, if this is what we can expect from the middle of the card, I can't wait to see the next few matches. Stay tuned! Or...stay in your seats at least...
Bryan Wise is heard stifling his laughter as the next segment begins.
Winner: The Ringmaster @ 3:13 with the Freakin' Awesome Bump (F.A.B.)
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 15:25:25 GMT -5
Jake DeMarte vs. Lance Erikson
William: And now fans, we have an interesting duel of former champions... Jake DeMarte, a former HWL Champion, and Lance Erikson, a former POW Television champion. Who do you give the odds to, Bryan?
Bryan: Hmm... I'm going with Lance. After losing to Jake's old buddy Teddy Davis, this big guy is looking to redeem himself by taking out his agression on Jake DeMarte. Something else to consider is Jake's ring rust... He hasn't wrestled in a long time, so it should be interesting to see how DeMarte gets reacquainted with wrestling.
William: Good observation, Bryan. However, it's now time to introduce the two competitors.
The opening guitar line to Revelation Theory's 'Slowburn' comes on over the PA and there is a slight delay until the Guitar picks up and Jake enters through the curtains, wasting little time getting into the ring. Upon entering, He stretches his quads and arms a bit while waiting for the match to begin.
William: And his opponent...
Every light in the arena goes completely out and a spotlight appears on the stage at the curtain. "The Four Horsemen" kicks up over the PA and Lance Erikson steps out onto the stage wearing a black leather trenchcoat over his wrestling gear and a pair of sunglasses. He stands still for a second, letting the boos wash over him before he walks, steel faced down the ramp toward the ring, where another spotlight has appeared. He climbs the ring steps and steps over the top rope. Lance takes off his trenchcoat and shades, handing both to the ring attendant. Lance then moves over to one of the turnbuckles and leans against it, arms crossed, waiting for his opponent.
William: Ladies and gentleman this match is scheduled for one fall, and a 10 minute time limit. To my right, hailing from San Jose, California, weighing in at 212 pounds, Jake DeMarte!
*The crowd cheers for Jake as he continues stretching out.*
William: And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon. Weighing in at 280 pounds, Lance Erikson!
*The crowd boos as Lance smirks. The referee checks Lance for any illegal weapons, especially after the stunt he pulled last week. He then checks Jake, and he is cleared. The bell rings and the match begins.*
Bryan: That Lance is sneaky... I bet he's got those knucks hidden somewhere. I can smell them!
William: Nice to hear that you have olfactory talents, Bryan.
*The two men grapple up, and Lance quickly outmuscles Jake, bodyslamming him down to the mat. He attempts to clinch him on the ground, but Jake quickly scrambles to his feet before Lance can ground him. Lance attepts to lariat Jake, but he ducks it, turns around, and hits a reverse DDT planting Lance into the mat. Jake pops up and begins stomping down on Lance to wear him down. Lance finally rolls over and gets up to his feet, but Jake is pumped up. He hits some right handed strikes on big Lance, putting him in a daze. Jake then runs at him and hits a big STO, planting Lance on the mat once again.*
William: Wow, Jake DeMate is on fire!
Bryan: What!? Call 911! Quick!
*Jake pops back up and heads to the top rope. Lance is still down and not stirring. Jake then leaps and hits a Shooting Star Press on Lance, landing perfectly. Jake goes for the cover...*
One... Two... Kickout!
*Jake is suprised that the high risk move didn't pay off as he had hoped. Nevertheless, he lifts Lance to his feet. Jake lets out a yell and hits the Red Card. He covers...*
One... Two... Three!
William: Well, I guess that proves that DeMarte's still got it. He smoked the heavyweight in this match!
Bryan: It's like Lance had no reason to show up at all!
Winner: Jake DeMarte @ 4:01 with the Red Card
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 15:26:04 GMT -5
Elijah Cage vs. Teddy Davis
William: And here we have Elijah Cage going up against Teddy Davis, who excelled in his last GCW match against Lance Erikson.
Bryan: Clearly Teddy is the favorite to win this one, 2 to 1 odds. Elijah would have to pull out a real underdog victory to be able to advance to the finals.
*Denim Demon by Turbonegro starts, then Cage runs down the ramp, and slides through the bottom ropes. Lights go out, then 3 seconds later, Cage is in the middle of the ring then taunts. Mostly taunting the booing fans.*
William: And his opponent...
*"Lucky Town" by Bruce Springsteen hits as the lights go dim, Teddy Davis walks out and falls to both knees before looking up to the sky. He jumps up and slaps the hands of some fans before sprinting down to the ring. Davis rolls in and runs the ropes before going to his corner and starting to stretch his leg muscles.*
William: Ladies and gentleman this match is scheduled for one fall, and a 20 minute time limit. To my right, hailing from Fresno, California, weighing in at 215 pounds, Elijah Cage!
*The crowd boos as Elijah eggs them on by raising his arms and grinning at them.*
William: And his opponent, from Chatsworth, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds, Teddy Davis!
*The crowd cheers as Teddy stretches out. The bell rings and Elijah wastes no time, attacking Teddy right away. He doesn't appear to be intimidated at all. He hammers down on Teddy with blows directed to the back and back of his head. Elijah then whips Teddy over to the opposite ropes and drops down, hitting a leg scissors when Teddy comes back, dropping him on his face. Eljah quickly locks in a reverse chin lock, but Teddy quickly crawls to the ropes. The referee counts, but Elijah refuses to let go. The ref gets to four, and then forces Elijah off of Teddy. Elijah stands up and stomps down on the back of Teddy's head. Teddy rolls out of the way, trying to avoid Elijah's stomps, but Elijah follows after him, kicking and stomping down on Teddy wherever he can. Finally the ref has no choice but to hold Elijah back. Elijah has no problem with pushing the ref aside to get to Teddy. He forces his way past the ref, and picks up Teddy, who is on his hands and knees. Teddy shoves Elijah's hands off of him when he gets to his feet, and chops Elijah. Elijah returns with a strike to the side of the head. Teddy chops him again, and Elijah once again returns with a strike. Teddy hits another chop, but this time Elijah slaps Teddy silly. Teddy stands there dazed, and probably has a ringing sound in his right ear. Elijah then spins around and hits a clothesline, taking Teddy to the ground.*
William: Wow, Elijah Cage has been absolutely dominant in this matchup!
Bryan: Like Cena, he's overcoming the odds... Except I think this kid has talent!
*Elijah gets up and cockily pins Teddy, not even bothering to hook the legs...*
One... T-kickout!
*As if a spinning clothesline were enough to take Teddy Davis out. Elijah looks at the ref and slaps the mat rapidly three times. The crowd boos Elijah, as he grins at what he considers a humorous act. Elijah gets up with Teddy and kicks him in the gut. He suplexes Teddy, dropping him in the center of the ring. Elijah goes over and begins choking Teddy with his bare hands. The ref count at him, and shoves him off Teddy when he gets to four. Elijah shakes his head, and mutters some complaints. Teddy begins to rise up, and Elijah runs off the ropes and plants him back down with a running DDT. Elijah signals for moonsault and heads over towards the turnbuckle. He leaps up to the top, and slowly rises to his feet. He faces the crowd and plays his signature air guitar, but suddenly Teddy gives him a shot to the back, dropping him down in a precarious position on the turnbuckle. Teddy sets up Elijah's feet and throws him down into the tree of... woah... position. Teddy runs to the opposite side of the ring and runs back at Elijah, hitting an impressive dropkick right to the face of Elijah. Elijah drops down, face first onto the mat. Teddy lifts Elijah up to his feet by his mohawk and hits him in the bulldog position. Elijah, however, grabs Teddy around the waist and runs him into the turnbuckle. Elijah drops down and Teddy stumbles back. Elijah then takes Teddy and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin, grabbing the tights for leverage...*
One... Two... Three!
William: Can you believe it? Elijah Cage has advanced to the finals!
Bryan: I can't believe it... I just lost 50 bucks on this match...
Winner: Elijah Cage @ 5:34 with a schoolboy pin
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Post by William Ellis on Jun 10, 2007 15:31:01 GMT -5
Credit: Rich Maxwell (Match), David Hilt (prematch), and Dave Milan (His entrance)
Semi-Final Match
David Hilt vs. Dave Milan
Backstage again at the YMCA in Nashua, we're once again following David Hilt. This time in his search of sleazy "manager," Rich Maxwell. Storming through the off-limits area where only GCW staff is allowed currently, he kicks in any door, and overturns any table where he thinks he could be. The destruction proves to have been needless, as when Dave finally finds Rich, he's standing outside the entrance to the ring...the opposite way Dave went, just a little bit down from the locker room. He walks up to him, and shoves his shoulder to get his attention. Rich reacts disgustedly at first, wondering who would put their hands on him, but when he sees it's David, he grins from ear to ear. He backs up and wipes off his shoulder, and straightens his suit. Hilt, of course, sees past the fake smile, and gets ready to deliver a beating. But Rich just keeps smiling, and tries to avoid confrontation.
Rich: Well hey there. I'm suprised we haven't actually...met yet. It's good to finally see my...protoge? The clay from which I will mold the greatest superstar to have ever lived? My prodigy? Heh, they all sound good. I'm good at that.
Dave: Let's get one thing straight! I'm not "yours" by any means! I won't have someone be my manager who could pull the sneaky shit you do. Now you'll leave me alone. You'll leave the people I face alone. Or you might find a few body parts missing, yeah?
Rich: Is that so? It's a shame you have to be so confrontational when you finally meet the man who will make you one of the greats...a legend, a living legend at that. Lighten up, enjoy the ride. It'll be an easy one, heh.
Dave: (Dave breathes hard a few times, trying to keep from losing his temper) Listen, you either stop with this charade now, or I will FORCE you to. Understand?
Rich: What charade is there to drop? Is it so hard to believe that I see the potential in you, and plan to fully exploit it to the best of my abilities for personal gain...I mean, for you to get ahead in this business and make a name for yourself? It'd be a hell of a lot of work to go it alone...
Dave: Are you doubting my abilities now? Then how can you talk about my potential?
Rich: (sighing) You don't understand do you? I'm just simply making it easier for you. Who knows what you could accomplish on your own, we haven't seen enough to know. But I know full what you could accomplish with my help...everything.
Dave: Huh...every...Dude! No. I know what you're trying to do! Reel me in with promises of fame and fortune, huh? Then once I become something, you screw me out of everything I have, right? I don't get you! What exactly do you want?
Rich: As of right now...your cooporation would be exceedingly nice.
Dave: ...Ugh!
Dave becomes sick of Rich's non chalant demeanor, and indirect answers, and reels back to hit him. Rich, however, grabs his fist, and waves his finger with his other hand.
Rich: Heheh, no no no. You definitely don't want to do that, my friend. What I said about being My prodigy, and my protoge? That could very well be true. You see, it would be nothing for me to simply buy out your contract at GCW, and quite literally, own you. You lay a finger on me, and you can kiss your career goodbye. Now that would be such a shame, wouldn't it?
Dave: What? You...You're lying!
Rich: Oh am I?
Dave does realize that Rich could probably easily buy out GCW itself, not to mention his contract, what with how much money he spreads around freely. He relaxes, but keeps his fist in the air. But Rich stares him down, and he lowers it, feeling helpless.
Rich: That's a good boy...heheh. All I want to do is help you, eh? ...
Help me, help you.
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(Rich snickers at his own comment, and eventually bursts out laughing)
Well, this certainly was fun, was it not? See you at ringside...Oh! I suspect they'll be introducing you pretty soon. Better scamper along and get ready, yes?
Dave ignores the comments, and walks away, not sure what to think, but feeling as if he, or his wrestling career rather, had just been diagnosed with a terminal cancer...
The scene goes to commerical, and when it comes back, it's out front in the arena. William Elliot is in the ring, about to announce the competitors for the next match.
William: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit. The first contestant, standing 6 foot 5, weighing in at 242 pounds, David Hilt!
"Breathe Today" hits, as Dave walks from backstage. He skips te usual motions of his entrance, and just makes his way to the middle of the ring, where he awaits Dave Milan.
William: And the second contestant, standing 5 foot 7, weighing in at 156 pounds, Dave, Milan!
As the guitar cuts into Burning Brides' "Heart Full Of Black", Dave Milan cuts the curtain... but Dave clearly isn't himself. He does point to the crowd, smiles lightly; but his usual energy just isn't really there. Milan is holding a microphone in one hand and the same, plain, white envelope given to him from Maxwell. Dave makes a motion for his music to be stopped as he raises the mic to speak.::
Dave Milan (With a very low, distraught voice) - "I'm sure by now you all have heard the rumors. Ya know, those rumors that have been going around, that Maxwell is paying off Mr. Hilt here's opponents. Well, y'all know that last week, Mr. Maxwell approached me and...well, he uh... he gave me this.:
::Milan raises the white envelope in his hand above his head, as the crowd boos. Milan smirks lightly as he pulls the envelope back down and stares at it for a moment.::
Milan- "Well, I'm gonna tell you right now, all that speculation, all these rumors, these crazy theories... well, they're true. Inside this envelope is more money that I could even imagine right now, and Mr. Maxwell offered this to me, of all people! I mean, guys.. this is a lot of money! There's enough here that...I mean, wow, I could really, really use this money. And well, I've spent the these past few weeks deeply thinking about this, and...well..."
::Milan lowers the mic and lowers his head, clearly distraught by this decision. While Milan wrestles with the right words, the crowd wrestles with the suspense, booing Milan and his assumed impending decision. Hilt, meanwhile, stands inside the ring, eyes focused on Milan like an hawk on his prey. Finally, after shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, Milan raises the mic to his mouth once more, leaving his head down.::
Milan- "Well, I've decided... Mr. Maxwell, I've decided that... you can go to Hell!"
::Milan raises his head slightly, a large smile on his face as the crowd goes wild, cheering the decision to go against Rich Maxwell. Inside the ring, Hilt barely moves. He doesn't advert his eyes, barely a muscle moves. The only change that appears is a satisfied smirk, apparently happy he's going to get a match against Milan instead of a cheap victory.::
Dave Milan (A renewed excitement in his voice as he raises his head) - "I've been waiting for three years for a shot... for an opportunity like this! And tonight, I'm not letting that opportunity get past me again! Maxwell, you can take all your fancy checks, all your god-damned money bribes, take all of it and shove it! Tonight, Dave Hilt, prepare for the match of your life because I am NOT going to be laying down for you!"
Without wasting another moment, Milan lunges toward Hilt with a devastating short-arm clothesline catching him off guard and sending him down to the canvass hard. Frank calls for the opening bell as Hilt rises back to his feet. Milan throws a hard right but is blocked by Hilt as the two men engage in a standard collar and elbow tie up. The power struggle begins as the two men try to push each other back into opposite corners neither man gaining much ground on the other. Hilt plants a knee into the midsection of Milan and follows up by wrenching in a text-book head-lock. Milan fades back and hits the ropes shooting Hilt to the far side ropes with an Irish whip. Hilt ducks a clothes line on the rebound and Milan floats down to the mat forcing Hilt to leap over him as he comes off the near-side ropes. Hilt continues to the ropes once again and Milan leaps over him sending Hilt into the ropes once more only to return to an awaiting Milan who heaves him over with a hip toss. Hilt is quick to his feet only to be whisked away with yet another hip toss. Hilt seems some-what frustrated as he hops to his feet a third time and again receives another hip toss from Milan, who locks in an arm-bar to keep Hilt down.
Ellis: “Wow Bryan, this match sure is getting off to a quick start. I’m interested in seeing who will come out on top in this one. Who you bettin’ on…”
Bryan: “I’d have to say, I’ve got my money on David…” “…yeah, David is good bet.”
Ellis: “Uhm….which one, Milan or Hilt?”
Bryan: “I’m not sure Will, right now to be safe, I’m just gonna put my money on ‘David’”
Meanwhile in the ring, Hilt continues to writhe in pain from the perfectly applied arm-bar. He eventually manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. Frank forces Milan to break the hold and Hilt takes the opportunity of Frank’s distraction to plant a boot into the side of Milan’s head knocking him backward onto the mat. Hilt dives for a quick cover and gets only a one count as Milan kicks out immediately. Hilt drags him to his feet and shoves him back into the near-by corner and lays in a few good chops. He then throws a left hook which is blocked by Milan before Milan turns the tables and reverses Hilt into the corner and replies to the earlier assault with some beautifully placed chops of his own.
Ellis: “The way these two keep going back and forth like this, we may be in for a long evening Bryan”
Bryan: “Duh retard, you just said this was gonna have a twenty minute time limit…we’re only gonna be here twenty….twenty-five minutes tops. What’s this ‘long evening’ stuff.”
Ellis: “…..*digresses into pondering thought*”
Milan tosses Hilt across the ring to the opposite corner only to have Hilt reverse the attempt at mid-ring sending Milan into the corner in his place. Hilt rushes in for an attack only to find a face-to-boot encounter of the wrong kind sending Hilt toppling to the mat in a heap. Milan drops for a standing elbow drop only to find nothing but canvass beneath him as Hilt manages to roll to the outside at the last moment to avoid the impact. Hilt reaches back inside the ring and grabs a hold of Milan’s wrist and drags his arm underneath the ropes before raising it and driving his elbow hard into the ring apron. Milan clutches his limb in pain only to have Hilt continue the assault with a vicious looking elbow shot to the back of his head sending him rolling out to the floor. Hilt drags him up and shoves him back into the ring post with a thud. Hilt reaches down to drag him up yet again, but Milan grabs Hilt’s waistband and pulls him head-first into the guard rail. Milan is some-what slower to his feet as he drags Hilt up and slides him back into the ring still holding onto his ankle. Milan takes Hilt’s leg and raises it up and slams it down into the ring apron slamming Hilt’s hamstring hard into the ring. Hilt instinctively clutches his leg and rolls further into the ring. Milan takes his time and uses the near-by steps to climb back into the ring. Milan stalks his opponent like a hawk before laying in the boots to the back of Hilt’s thigh causing him even more anguish. Suddenly, everyone’s attention is brought to the stage area.
Ellis: “Wait a minute, what is he doing out here!”
Bryan: “I don’t know Will, but this could get very interesting”
Milan is the first to notice none other than Rich Maxwell standing up on the stage dressed in a nicely tailored suit looking just as smug as ever while he peers down to the ring at the two men within it. Smartly, Milan doesn’t distract from his opponent as he continues working on Hilt’s leg. However, Milan doesn’t stray too long as he continues to monitor Maxwell as he begins to make his way down the ramp to the ring side area. Milan continues working on the leg of Hilt, eventually wrenching in a half-boston crab on the targeted limb. While leaning into the hold, Milan never takes his eyes off of Maxwell as he slowly walks up to the ring apron and tosses the apron up out of the way as if he were digging under the ring for a weapon. Milan drops the hold on Hilt as Maxwell pulls a chair out from under the ring and holds it up for Milan to see. Milan starts yelling at Maxwell from inside the ring all the while Hilt begins to crawl over to the ropes to climb up to his feet. Milan continues to confront Maxwell who remains poised and rather stoic looking until suddenly he smiles at Milan just before Hilt nails him in the back with a fore-arm sending Milan into the ropes chest first. Maxwell laughs and then unfolds the chair and sets it down and takes a seat.
Bryan: “Oh man…for a minute there I thought Maxwell was going to get involved in this match”
Ellis: “So did I Bryan, and I think Dave Milan did too, and it seems like it has cost him the upper-hand in this match”
Bryan: “Sure does…”
Ellis: “Never turn your back on your opponent, Bryan…it’s fundamental in any fight.”
Hilt begins to choke Milan on the top rope as Frank begins the 5 count. Hilt releases his adversary on the count of 4 only to reapply the choke on the rope. Another 4 count and Hilt releases him only to club him in the back of the head with another forearm. Hilt continues his onslaught by popping his hips and sending Milan sailing backward with a text-book German suplex. Hilt holds on and rolls through and delivers another German before he looses his grip on Milan. Hilt crawls over top of him for a pin and gets a 2 count. Hilt drags Milan to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Milan comes off the ropes and is unfortunate enough to receive a devastating spine-buster courtesy of David Hilt.
Bryan: “Oh my God! Did you see that? David just sent David into the ropes and then David wrapped his arms around David’s waist and then David picked David up and spun David around and diabolically slammed David into the canvass!”
Ellis: “…..uh….What?”
Bryan: “What….it’s called ‘play by play’…”
Ellis: “….”
Hilt hooks a leg for another pin attempt and gets a 2 count before Milan kicks out. Milan slowly climbs up on to one knee, but before he can stand up fully, Hilt hooks him and drives him down to the mat once again—this time with a nasty lookin’ DDT. Hilt is about to float over for yet another pin attempt, however he finally notices Maxwell sitting at ring side eyeing him intently. Hilt floats through the ropes to the floor and confronts Maxwell face to face. The words aren’t heard, but it is obvious to the fans near by that Hilt is confronting him rather angrily. Maxwell stands up to confront Hilt and says something to him. Hilt turns slightly away gritting his teeth. Suddenly he reels back is about to take Maxwell’s head off with a huge right hand, but Hilt stops short. His hand barely moving at all, his arm visibly tense from all the energy stored with in it as Maxwell calmly says something else to him. This time, the cameras are near enough to catch the words spoken, “Just remember David….I could own you…just like ‘that’” as Maxwell snaps his fingers signifying an ‘instant’
Ellis: “Oh man…the mind games continue between Rich Maxwell and David Hilt. But wait a minute! Dave Milan is up in the ring! Oh my God!”
Just then, Dave Milan dives through the middle-rope with a suicide dive catching David Hilt in the mid-section and driving him back hard into the guard rail. Maxwell is spared—barely—as he stumbles back from the action visibly shaken by his close encounter with Milan. The impact of Milan and Hilt hitting the guard rail knocks the security wall back into the crowd causing a fan to fall backward and in doing so looses possession of his beverage which goes flying into the air only to find itself landing on Maxwell. Maxwell raises his arms to cover his face as the drink spills all over him. The other fans at ring side begin laughing hysterically as Maxwell is visibly upset about his suit being ruined by the fan’s drink.
Bryan: “AH! Ha ha ha ahh ahaa…..Rich just got soaked! Ha ha haha”
Ellis: “Yeah…and he’s not too happy about his suit being soiled either. I bet he paid a lot for that suit”
Frank starts the 10-count from inside the ring as Milan is the first to begin to squirm. He crawls himself over to Hilt and up to one knee before he starts laying in the punches to Hilt. Meanwhile, Maxwell is still distraught about his ruined garments that without thinking about it, his emotion overwhelms him and he puts his shoe on Milan’s back and shoves him knocking him off his balance slightly. Frank climbs out of the ring to the floor and gets in Maxwell’s face. Rich begins yelling at Frank. Frank has none of it and signals for Maxwell to be ejected from ring-side. This infuriates Maxwell even more as he continues yelling at Frank.
Bryan: “Man, seems like Rich Maxwell is a bit upset doesn’t it? He’s usually so….poise. *chuckle*”
Ellis: “Yeah…he must have paid a LOT for that suit.”
Frank finally manages to get Maxwell to the bottom of the ramp way and continues to demand that he leave to the back. Meanwhile, Milan drags Hilt up to his feet and tosses him into the ring with Milan himself soon to follow him in after climbing onto the ring apron. Milan drags Hilt up to his feet once again and plants a toe-kick into his gut before hooking him for an over-head suplex. Milan attempts to execute the move but Hilt hooks his leg around Milan’s and blocks the attempt. Hilt tries to reverse the move and execute an over-head suplex of his own. Milan blocks the attempt and follows up by striking Hilt in the kidney area with a right hand. Milan then hoists the shaken Hilt over for the Over-head suplex sending Hilt crashing hard to the mat as he writhes in pain.
Bryan: “ and Dave hooks David in an overhead suplex but David reverses Dave's attempt only to have Dave hit David in the side and try again this time sending David sailing over Dave's head..."
Ellis: “Ok…that wasn’t funny the first time. Will you stop it?”
Bryan: “Stop what…”
Ellis: *sigh*
Milan floats over for a cover only to get a 2-count. Milan tries again and gets another 2-count. Milan tries for a third pin fall, but out of no where Hilt floats over and reverses into a small package pin attempt and nearly gets the 3 but Milan barely inches his way out before the ref can count him out.
Ellis: “Whoa that was close, Hilt almost pulled out a victory there!”
Bryan: “Yeah, David tried to pin David but David…”
Ellis: (interrupts) “Shut up, Bryan! I mean it…that’s not funny”
Bryan: “What are you talking about…I’m just doin’ my job…damn, no need to get all moody”
Ellis: *a deeper sigh than before* “…I….ugh…man, I think I’m gettin’ a head-ache.”
Bryan: “Then you need to get some…” (Graphical overlay appears on the screen showing the viewers at home an Excedrin ad) “…Excedrin Migraine! The World’s first Non-prescription medication to be approved by the Food and Drug Administration to relieve All your Migraine symptoms…be sure to pick some up at your local Pharmacy or any major retail location. Back to you Will!”
Ellis: “You do this on purpose don’t you….”
Bryan: “Do what…”
Meanwhile, Milan and Hilt both get to their feet at about the same time. Hilt rushes into Milan only to be hoisted up into the air by a leg and slammed back to the mat face-first with a flapjack-like maneuver. The two men lay motionless in the ring, Hilt face-down and Milan face up catching his breath as Frank starts the count. Milan stirs to a knee at about the count of 5 yet Hilt remains down having rolled slightly to his side. Milan drags Hilt up to his feet and sets the crowd into a blaze of cheers as he sets up for Omerta. Milan hooks Hilt’s right arm behind his back and leaps up to drive Hilt’s face into his knee, but as he leaves the ground, Hilt manages to get his arm free and grabs Milan’s legs and sweeps them toward himself sending Milan tumbling down to the mat flat on his back and in one swift move Hilt locks in ‘42’. Stuck in the center of the ring, Milan has no choice but to tap-out or risk permanent leg injury. Frank calls for the bell.
Winner: David Hilt @ 14:22 with the "42"
(After match)
In the adrenaline Hilt refuses to break the hold right away and Frank is forced to pry Hilt’s legs apart in order for pressure to be released and Milan to free himself. Milan struggles to his feet and rushes at Hilt who smartly floats out of the ring to the floor to avoid Milan. Frank climbs out to the ring to the floor to raise Hilt’s hand in victory before Hilt makes his way to the back. As he nears the bottom of the ramp, he looks up to the stage to see Rich Maxwell standing in the entrance way wearing a different colored suit from before, yet still the stoic look he had before the match started. As Hilt approaches him, Rich steps off to the side out of the way, clapping his hands in appreciation as Hilt glares at him with a most hateful stare. Rich simply shoots back a rather arrogant grin back in Hilt's direction much to his dismay. Rather than confronting him, Hilt slips through the curtain and out of sight.
Ellis: "That was one hell of a match, and it seems like the problems between Rich Maxwell and David Hilt are only getting more volatile. Be sure to tune in next time to find out the latest news. Good Night everybody."
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