Post by MNB on May 22, 2007 6:33:36 GMT -6
The camera is tight on the face of one, Max Carter. He’s looking directly into the camera before the camera pulls back to reveal he’s standing in the middle of the ring. He pulls the microphone in close.
Max Carter: Raleigh, North Carolina…
The crowd cheers giving Max the cheap pop. He looks out over the fans of his show and nods before going on.
Max Carter: We had a great time touring in Australia, and we would like to personally thank each and every one of you for being such supportive fans throughout the years. We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.
The crowd cheers again.
Max Carter: And I’d like to take this time, right now to apologize to the people of Los Angeles, California for my not being there, and giving them this speech personally last week. And the reason behind all of that is really why I’m out here tonight. I feel the need to apologize to the fans of this show for not being able to control the actions of a select few people that think they can just do whatever they want. They are fooling around with the travel arrangements of the staff, of other wrestlers, they’re changing the stipulations of matches to meet their needs, and they are essentially doing everything in their power to ruin my show. Of course, I’m talking about Retribution, Incorporated.
The crowd boos at this, and Max Carter nods. He swallows a mouthful of what’s probably anger before continuing.
Max Carter: I am sick and tired of these guys doing whatever they can to undermine the efforts of my staff to present to you the best that Brawl has to offer. They think they can come out here and get away with whatever it is they want, and I’m here to announce the cure to the disease that’s working to eat away at what my father and I have worked so hard for so long to give to you, the fans. I want to be ab—
The lights of the arena drop out, as does Max’s microphone.
Aiello: Oh great, here comes Retribution, Incorporated to ruin Max’s big surprise!
An ambulance drives by on the EWC-Tron and the fans go wild.
Skippy: I don’t think so! I think Sean Ferguson is Max Carter’s answer to Retribution, Inc!
Aiello: No disrespect to Ferguson, but I think they’re going to have to come up with something other than just Sean to take care of these animals.
Footage of Sean in action, both inside and outside the ring continues as red, white, and blue strobe lights fill the arena. The fans are on their feet as a single white spotlight shines up through the stage area. Guns N’ Roses’ “Oh My God” starts to play and the curtains part. Sean “The Man” Ferguson walks out into the spotlight and the fans go wild.
Aiello: For those that don’t know, last week, Sean didn’t have such a great night when he lost his coveted title to Nathan Broadway, when Hurricane Jeff and his goons came out and interfered with the match.
Skippy: Yes, but to be honest, Retribution, Inc. never physically did anything until the final bell rang. Sure, they distracted Sean during the match, but they never crossed over into the ring.
Aiello: You say tomato, I say tomato.
Sean stares blankly into the ring at Max Carter before pulling a microphone out.
Max Carter: Sean, I wasn’t done talking. I was trying to build you up and talk abou—
Sean: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Max’s shoulders drop as the fans cheer. Sean points at Max from the stage.
Sean: You have done nothing but talk and shrug about this since it started. A problem rear’s its ugly face and all you can do is stand behind that desk of yours and fumble over the English language and shrug those big, dumb shoulders of yours. So, here’s what’s going to happen now.
Max Carter: You wait just a second Sean. I came to you and asked you if you could help me take care of this problem. I’ve met with you and we’ve discussed what it is we can do to take care of Retribution, Incorporated. And now you think you’re going to come out here and hijack my show, too? You think you’re going to solve the problem by being no different than RI, and doing whatever you want? You think that you can just wa—
Sean: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
The crowd is going crazy as Sean starts to pace.
Sean: You know, Max, those of us backstage really blame you for all of this. You are the one that brought Hurricane Jeff out of retirement to help you run the growing juggernaut that has become, Brawl. You are the one that thought his coming out of retirement was the thing that was going to take Brawl and thrust it into a level that Rampage could never dream to reach. You are the one that started Retribution, Incorporated’s march to the forefront. Until you brought little Jeffrey back, it was only BDC, Lance Fiennes, and Broadway was on Rampage where he belonged. Sure, they were still a pain in the ass, but they were manageable. But over the past couple of months, you’ve allowed them to grow like weeds and choke the life out of this show.
Did we meet over the past couple of weeks and discuss an answer to our problem? Yes, but looking back at last week’s show, and thinking about how I lost my title to that undeserving slimeball, and then just now, listening to you stand out here and runoff at the mouth about how you’re taking a proactive stance on ridding this show of Retribution, Incorporated, I decided that it was time for me to step up and find the right combination of people that can take care of these guys once and for all. So, rather than go ahead with the plan that you and I came up with, I’m out here to stop talking and start showing you and the fans of Brawl, what I and the rest are going to do about Retribution, Incorporated. Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I’m presenting to you, the Retribution Solution.
The opening bars of Rage Against the Machine's "Maggie's Farm" begin to play as the lights go out and a pulsating red light shines on the entryway, with the name "MOSES" flashing on the EWC-Tron. The fans go wild as the curtains part and Moses Lake stands beside Sean.
Aiello: I’m totally confused. Sean Ferguson and Moses Lake don’t really get along. They performed well a couple of weeks ago, but outside of the ring, they’ve made it abundantly clear that they want nothing to do with each other.
Skippy: This is definitely one for the books.
The crowd is going wild for the duo on the stage as Ferguson hands Moses Lake the microphone.
Moses: Now, I know what your thinking. "Moses is a loose canon and doesn't get along with anyone. This isn't going to work!" Well, perhaps your right. Perhaps this little band of misfits will self-destruct and fall apart. But, I guaren-fucking-tee that will not happen until we've gotten rid of Retribution, Inc. That is where my priorities lie now. You see, last week was a prime example of how R.I. is ruining this show. You all saw Hurricane Jeff try to f**k me over last week. That's the kind of s**t that'll keep happening until Retribution Inc. is dealt with. In my eyes, I will not be able to accomplish anything on this show until they are gone. So, this unholy alliance was formed, and BDC, Fiennes, Broadway, and Hurricane, watch the f**k out, because this ain't gonna be pretty!
Max Carter smiles and shakes his head, obviously amused.
Max Carter: Guys, really, this is great of you to come out here and show your support, but Moses, Sean, you can’t stand each other. But whatever, if that’s what you want to do, fine with me. I just think you’re biting off a bit more than any of you can chew with just the two of you. Granted, you guys are stellar with what you do in and out of the ring, but we’re talking about the most sadistic creeps professional wrestling has ever se—
Sean: FOR THE LAST TIME, SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!
The crowd gives a loud cheer.
Skippy: WHOA!
Aiello: Ferguson means business!
Sean: Give credit to those that deserve it, Maxine. Calling Retribution, Incorporated sadistic is a bit like a pat on the back to those jackasses. And nothing that makes them feel good about themselves is going to happen from here on out. Tonight is the first night that Retribution gets that horrible taste in their mouths, the taste of failure. And here’s the reason why. Ladies and gentlemen, the final member of Retribution Solution, the mastermind behind all of this, the reason why we’ve been put together, and the reason why Max Carter still can’t look at MySpace without all of the windows and doors locked, the shades pulled, and the lights all on…
Max’s eyes but out of his head and he slowly starts to shake his head no as the lights go out and Scooter Ward of Cold starts singing. Footage of people in agony are shown on the EWC-Tron as the curtains are drawn and a huge figure stands in the entrance. The hulking figure walks out onto the stage area and the fans lose all self-control.
Skippy: HOLY HELL!
Aiello: Its HAPPY PETE!
Cold’s “Send In The Clowns” plays a bit as Happy Pete sends Olypsius to the “Brickshithouse” on the EWC-Tron. The fans cheer, seeing one of their favorite wrestlers back in attendance, and Happy waves to them with a big smile on his face.
Happy: Hey hey hey, Happy Pete, comin’ yo’ way!
The fans go wild and Max Carter leans on the ropes inside the ring, a big disgusted look painted on his face.
Happy: Hi Maxy, miss me?
The crowd answer for Max by cheering their hearts out.
Happy: Raleigh, North Carolina, let me tell you a story. It’s a story about a group of bad little boys that did whatever they wanted. These bad little boys would break and steal things. They would redirect dirty old men that spend countless hours on MySpace trying to imagine diddling underage girls. They would lie, cheat, and do whatever they could do to get what they wanted, because trying hard and playing by the rules requires you to have skill and talent to get anywhere in this business. And the reason why they were able to get away with all of this for so long was because the authority that should have handled the situation before it even started, spends entirely too much time clicking “Refresh” on the Browse page looking to see the cleavage of defenseless twelve year old girls that right terrible poetry and have the latest hit from Jo Jo on their page. So, some guys that really loved their show, and really loved their fans, they came to me while I was in the hospital and asked me, when you’re ready, can you come out of retirement and help us? Can you lead us in a direction that will take out Retribution, Incorporated once and for all? They said, “Happy Pete, you are the mastermind of some of the most devious pranks ever played on the Brawl roster. You are one of the craftiest wrestlers the world has ever seen. And you are one half of the only undefeated tag team champions, EWC has ever seen. You are truly a great. Can you show us what it will take to get rid of these guys, can you have our backs, can you help?” And you know what I said?
Crowd: WHAT?
Happy: Max is still on MySpace? Hasn’t he found Facebook yet?
The crowd lets out a belt of laughter.
Happy: Raleigh, North Carolina. Retribution, Incorporated. Max Carter. Fans at home. Professional wrestling world. The Retribution Solution!
Happy Pete points at Moses Lake and Sean “The Man” Ferguson. Retribution Solution raise their fists in the air as Max Carter tosses the microphone down in frustration. The crowd goes crazy as the shot cuts to the commentators. Retribution Solution’s theme plays in the background.
Skippy: What a great start to what’s going to be a great show!
Aiello: Tonight is sponsored in part by Spider-Man 3, Sony Pictures, Playstation 3, and the upcoming Stranglemania ’07 for your game consoles.
Skippy: Tonight we’re going to see Nathaniel Broadway, the new Hardcore Champion in action against Marcus Riot.
Aiello: We’re also going to see Sean Ferguson take on Joey Orsome, Lance Fiennes face off against “The Elite” Jay Cee, and Jesse Nunez climb in the ring against Mr. X.
Skippy: But coming up first after the break, we’re going to see tag team action when Suicide Flyer and Ricker climb in the ring against Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight!
The scene cuts to a shot of BDC and Hurricane Jeff both walking into the building, dressed in suits, carrying their luggage, looking not very happy as the scene fades to commercial.
Suicide Flyer and Ricker Vs Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight
Suicide Flyer and Ricker already stand in the ring waiting as 'To Be Loved' by Papa Roach hits the PA system as the arena darkens and purple lights scan the arena. Jay Reynolds jogs out onto the stage with Jamie McKnight in toe and as the song stops singing, the music starts off quiet and it builds up as Jay does his extreme taunt and as the song explodes back into the singing Jay flings his arms like he would before a Swanton bomb and the pyro explodes on the stage.
Mene Gene: Making his way to the ring, weighing two hundred and twenty six pounds, from Cameron, North Carolina, Jay Reynolds! And his partner from Fountain Valley, California, Jamie McKnight!
Jay and Jamie walk down the ramp then slides into the ring. Suicide Flyer and Ricker waste no time stomping their opponents before they can even get to their feet.
Aiello: Ricker and Flyer getting right down to business, here!
Suicide Flyer grabs Jamie McKnight by the scruff of his neck and tosses him through the ropes. Ricker whips Jay Reynolds into the ropes and Suicide Flyer and Ricker put Reynolds up in the air for a double-teaming suplex. Ricker spins around in the air and drops a leg on Reynold's head as Suicide Flyer vaults up the turnbuckle and moonsaults through the air ontop of Reynolds.
Skippy: This new team of Ricker and Flyer seem to have been practicing together all week.
Aiello: Yea, they look pretty cohesive.
The referee forces Ricker to his corner as Suicide Flyer gets to his feet, runs for the ropes, jumps up to the top rope and tries another moonsault. Jamie McKnight reaches in and pulls Reynolds out of the ring. Ricker jumps down off the apron and runs at McKnight, but Jamie puts a boot in Ricker's mouth and Reynolds pulls Suicide Flyer out of the ring onto Ricker. Reynolds then says something to McKnight and Jamie puts Reynolds in a reverse headlock before putting Reynolds into a facebuster right onto their opponents.
Skippy: Looks like someone else has been working out some maneuvers too!
The referee is at a four count when McKnight pushes Ricker in the ring, follows, and begins stomping away. The ref continues his count as Reynolds whips Suicide Flyer into the ring post.
Aiello: Both Reynolds and Suicide Flyer are the legal men in this match.
Ref: SIX!
Suicide Flyer staggers around outside the when Ricker comes flying over the rope, as Jamie McKnight had performed a kneelift that send Ricker over the top rope. McKnight drops to the outside as Reynolds slides in under the ropes. The referee restarts his count when Suicide Flyer tosses Ricker into the ring and starts slamming Suicide Flyer's face into the steps.
Skippy: I'm not even sure who's legal now. Its our first match and we've already lost control!
Jay Reynolds waits in the corner of the ring, watching both the action outside the ring and Ricker inside the ring when Ricker starts to stagger to his feet. Jay Reynolds sees his opportunity and rushes Ricker.
Aiello: Here we go!
Jay Reynolds completes his assault and goes for the cover.
Skippy: J Connection! J Connection!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rings and Jay Reynolds rolls off of Ricker and slides to the ramp where he already finds Jamie McKnight celebrating their win. Suicide Flyer stares at his new partner with disbelief in his eyes as Ricker lays motionless in the ring.
Winners: Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight
Max Carter: Raleigh, North Carolina…
The crowd cheers giving Max the cheap pop. He looks out over the fans of his show and nods before going on.
Max Carter: We had a great time touring in Australia, and we would like to personally thank each and every one of you for being such supportive fans throughout the years. We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.
The crowd cheers again.
Max Carter: And I’d like to take this time, right now to apologize to the people of Los Angeles, California for my not being there, and giving them this speech personally last week. And the reason behind all of that is really why I’m out here tonight. I feel the need to apologize to the fans of this show for not being able to control the actions of a select few people that think they can just do whatever they want. They are fooling around with the travel arrangements of the staff, of other wrestlers, they’re changing the stipulations of matches to meet their needs, and they are essentially doing everything in their power to ruin my show. Of course, I’m talking about Retribution, Incorporated.
The crowd boos at this, and Max Carter nods. He swallows a mouthful of what’s probably anger before continuing.
Max Carter: I am sick and tired of these guys doing whatever they can to undermine the efforts of my staff to present to you the best that Brawl has to offer. They think they can come out here and get away with whatever it is they want, and I’m here to announce the cure to the disease that’s working to eat away at what my father and I have worked so hard for so long to give to you, the fans. I want to be ab—
The lights of the arena drop out, as does Max’s microphone.
Aiello: Oh great, here comes Retribution, Incorporated to ruin Max’s big surprise!
An ambulance drives by on the EWC-Tron and the fans go wild.
Skippy: I don’t think so! I think Sean Ferguson is Max Carter’s answer to Retribution, Inc!
Aiello: No disrespect to Ferguson, but I think they’re going to have to come up with something other than just Sean to take care of these animals.
Footage of Sean in action, both inside and outside the ring continues as red, white, and blue strobe lights fill the arena. The fans are on their feet as a single white spotlight shines up through the stage area. Guns N’ Roses’ “Oh My God” starts to play and the curtains part. Sean “The Man” Ferguson walks out into the spotlight and the fans go wild.
Aiello: For those that don’t know, last week, Sean didn’t have such a great night when he lost his coveted title to Nathan Broadway, when Hurricane Jeff and his goons came out and interfered with the match.
Skippy: Yes, but to be honest, Retribution, Inc. never physically did anything until the final bell rang. Sure, they distracted Sean during the match, but they never crossed over into the ring.
Aiello: You say tomato, I say tomato.
Sean stares blankly into the ring at Max Carter before pulling a microphone out.
Max Carter: Sean, I wasn’t done talking. I was trying to build you up and talk abou—
Sean: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
Max’s shoulders drop as the fans cheer. Sean points at Max from the stage.
Sean: You have done nothing but talk and shrug about this since it started. A problem rear’s its ugly face and all you can do is stand behind that desk of yours and fumble over the English language and shrug those big, dumb shoulders of yours. So, here’s what’s going to happen now.
Max Carter: You wait just a second Sean. I came to you and asked you if you could help me take care of this problem. I’ve met with you and we’ve discussed what it is we can do to take care of Retribution, Incorporated. And now you think you’re going to come out here and hijack my show, too? You think you’re going to solve the problem by being no different than RI, and doing whatever you want? You think that you can just wa—
Sean: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
The crowd is going crazy as Sean starts to pace.
Sean: You know, Max, those of us backstage really blame you for all of this. You are the one that brought Hurricane Jeff out of retirement to help you run the growing juggernaut that has become, Brawl. You are the one that thought his coming out of retirement was the thing that was going to take Brawl and thrust it into a level that Rampage could never dream to reach. You are the one that started Retribution, Incorporated’s march to the forefront. Until you brought little Jeffrey back, it was only BDC, Lance Fiennes, and Broadway was on Rampage where he belonged. Sure, they were still a pain in the ass, but they were manageable. But over the past couple of months, you’ve allowed them to grow like weeds and choke the life out of this show.
Did we meet over the past couple of weeks and discuss an answer to our problem? Yes, but looking back at last week’s show, and thinking about how I lost my title to that undeserving slimeball, and then just now, listening to you stand out here and runoff at the mouth about how you’re taking a proactive stance on ridding this show of Retribution, Incorporated, I decided that it was time for me to step up and find the right combination of people that can take care of these guys once and for all. So, rather than go ahead with the plan that you and I came up with, I’m out here to stop talking and start showing you and the fans of Brawl, what I and the rest are going to do about Retribution, Incorporated. Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I’m presenting to you, the Retribution Solution.
The opening bars of Rage Against the Machine's "Maggie's Farm" begin to play as the lights go out and a pulsating red light shines on the entryway, with the name "MOSES" flashing on the EWC-Tron. The fans go wild as the curtains part and Moses Lake stands beside Sean.
Aiello: I’m totally confused. Sean Ferguson and Moses Lake don’t really get along. They performed well a couple of weeks ago, but outside of the ring, they’ve made it abundantly clear that they want nothing to do with each other.
Skippy: This is definitely one for the books.
The crowd is going wild for the duo on the stage as Ferguson hands Moses Lake the microphone.
Moses: Now, I know what your thinking. "Moses is a loose canon and doesn't get along with anyone. This isn't going to work!" Well, perhaps your right. Perhaps this little band of misfits will self-destruct and fall apart. But, I guaren-fucking-tee that will not happen until we've gotten rid of Retribution, Inc. That is where my priorities lie now. You see, last week was a prime example of how R.I. is ruining this show. You all saw Hurricane Jeff try to f**k me over last week. That's the kind of s**t that'll keep happening until Retribution Inc. is dealt with. In my eyes, I will not be able to accomplish anything on this show until they are gone. So, this unholy alliance was formed, and BDC, Fiennes, Broadway, and Hurricane, watch the f**k out, because this ain't gonna be pretty!
Max Carter smiles and shakes his head, obviously amused.
Max Carter: Guys, really, this is great of you to come out here and show your support, but Moses, Sean, you can’t stand each other. But whatever, if that’s what you want to do, fine with me. I just think you’re biting off a bit more than any of you can chew with just the two of you. Granted, you guys are stellar with what you do in and out of the ring, but we’re talking about the most sadistic creeps professional wrestling has ever se—
Sean: FOR THE LAST TIME, SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!
The crowd gives a loud cheer.
Skippy: WHOA!
Aiello: Ferguson means business!
Sean: Give credit to those that deserve it, Maxine. Calling Retribution, Incorporated sadistic is a bit like a pat on the back to those jackasses. And nothing that makes them feel good about themselves is going to happen from here on out. Tonight is the first night that Retribution gets that horrible taste in their mouths, the taste of failure. And here’s the reason why. Ladies and gentlemen, the final member of Retribution Solution, the mastermind behind all of this, the reason why we’ve been put together, and the reason why Max Carter still can’t look at MySpace without all of the windows and doors locked, the shades pulled, and the lights all on…
Max’s eyes but out of his head and he slowly starts to shake his head no as the lights go out and Scooter Ward of Cold starts singing. Footage of people in agony are shown on the EWC-Tron as the curtains are drawn and a huge figure stands in the entrance. The hulking figure walks out onto the stage area and the fans lose all self-control.
Skippy: HOLY HELL!
Aiello: Its HAPPY PETE!
Cold’s “Send In The Clowns” plays a bit as Happy Pete sends Olypsius to the “Brickshithouse” on the EWC-Tron. The fans cheer, seeing one of their favorite wrestlers back in attendance, and Happy waves to them with a big smile on his face.
Happy: Hey hey hey, Happy Pete, comin’ yo’ way!
The fans go wild and Max Carter leans on the ropes inside the ring, a big disgusted look painted on his face.
Happy: Hi Maxy, miss me?
The crowd answer for Max by cheering their hearts out.
Happy: Raleigh, North Carolina, let me tell you a story. It’s a story about a group of bad little boys that did whatever they wanted. These bad little boys would break and steal things. They would redirect dirty old men that spend countless hours on MySpace trying to imagine diddling underage girls. They would lie, cheat, and do whatever they could do to get what they wanted, because trying hard and playing by the rules requires you to have skill and talent to get anywhere in this business. And the reason why they were able to get away with all of this for so long was because the authority that should have handled the situation before it even started, spends entirely too much time clicking “Refresh” on the Browse page looking to see the cleavage of defenseless twelve year old girls that right terrible poetry and have the latest hit from Jo Jo on their page. So, some guys that really loved their show, and really loved their fans, they came to me while I was in the hospital and asked me, when you’re ready, can you come out of retirement and help us? Can you lead us in a direction that will take out Retribution, Incorporated once and for all? They said, “Happy Pete, you are the mastermind of some of the most devious pranks ever played on the Brawl roster. You are one of the craftiest wrestlers the world has ever seen. And you are one half of the only undefeated tag team champions, EWC has ever seen. You are truly a great. Can you show us what it will take to get rid of these guys, can you have our backs, can you help?” And you know what I said?
Crowd: WHAT?
Happy: Max is still on MySpace? Hasn’t he found Facebook yet?
The crowd lets out a belt of laughter.
Happy: Raleigh, North Carolina. Retribution, Incorporated. Max Carter. Fans at home. Professional wrestling world. The Retribution Solution!
Happy Pete points at Moses Lake and Sean “The Man” Ferguson. Retribution Solution raise their fists in the air as Max Carter tosses the microphone down in frustration. The crowd goes crazy as the shot cuts to the commentators. Retribution Solution’s theme plays in the background.
Skippy: What a great start to what’s going to be a great show!
Aiello: Tonight is sponsored in part by Spider-Man 3, Sony Pictures, Playstation 3, and the upcoming Stranglemania ’07 for your game consoles.
Skippy: Tonight we’re going to see Nathaniel Broadway, the new Hardcore Champion in action against Marcus Riot.
Aiello: We’re also going to see Sean Ferguson take on Joey Orsome, Lance Fiennes face off against “The Elite” Jay Cee, and Jesse Nunez climb in the ring against Mr. X.
Skippy: But coming up first after the break, we’re going to see tag team action when Suicide Flyer and Ricker climb in the ring against Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight!
The scene cuts to a shot of BDC and Hurricane Jeff both walking into the building, dressed in suits, carrying their luggage, looking not very happy as the scene fades to commercial.
Suicide Flyer and Ricker Vs Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight
Suicide Flyer and Ricker already stand in the ring waiting as 'To Be Loved' by Papa Roach hits the PA system as the arena darkens and purple lights scan the arena. Jay Reynolds jogs out onto the stage with Jamie McKnight in toe and as the song stops singing, the music starts off quiet and it builds up as Jay does his extreme taunt and as the song explodes back into the singing Jay flings his arms like he would before a Swanton bomb and the pyro explodes on the stage.
Mene Gene: Making his way to the ring, weighing two hundred and twenty six pounds, from Cameron, North Carolina, Jay Reynolds! And his partner from Fountain Valley, California, Jamie McKnight!
Jay and Jamie walk down the ramp then slides into the ring. Suicide Flyer and Ricker waste no time stomping their opponents before they can even get to their feet.
Aiello: Ricker and Flyer getting right down to business, here!
Suicide Flyer grabs Jamie McKnight by the scruff of his neck and tosses him through the ropes. Ricker whips Jay Reynolds into the ropes and Suicide Flyer and Ricker put Reynolds up in the air for a double-teaming suplex. Ricker spins around in the air and drops a leg on Reynold's head as Suicide Flyer vaults up the turnbuckle and moonsaults through the air ontop of Reynolds.
Skippy: This new team of Ricker and Flyer seem to have been practicing together all week.
Aiello: Yea, they look pretty cohesive.
The referee forces Ricker to his corner as Suicide Flyer gets to his feet, runs for the ropes, jumps up to the top rope and tries another moonsault. Jamie McKnight reaches in and pulls Reynolds out of the ring. Ricker jumps down off the apron and runs at McKnight, but Jamie puts a boot in Ricker's mouth and Reynolds pulls Suicide Flyer out of the ring onto Ricker. Reynolds then says something to McKnight and Jamie puts Reynolds in a reverse headlock before putting Reynolds into a facebuster right onto their opponents.
Skippy: Looks like someone else has been working out some maneuvers too!
The referee is at a four count when McKnight pushes Ricker in the ring, follows, and begins stomping away. The ref continues his count as Reynolds whips Suicide Flyer into the ring post.
Aiello: Both Reynolds and Suicide Flyer are the legal men in this match.
Ref: SIX!
Suicide Flyer staggers around outside the when Ricker comes flying over the rope, as Jamie McKnight had performed a kneelift that send Ricker over the top rope. McKnight drops to the outside as Reynolds slides in under the ropes. The referee restarts his count when Suicide Flyer tosses Ricker into the ring and starts slamming Suicide Flyer's face into the steps.
Skippy: I'm not even sure who's legal now. Its our first match and we've already lost control!
Jay Reynolds waits in the corner of the ring, watching both the action outside the ring and Ricker inside the ring when Ricker starts to stagger to his feet. Jay Reynolds sees his opportunity and rushes Ricker.
Aiello: Here we go!
Jay Reynolds completes his assault and goes for the cover.
Skippy: J Connection! J Connection!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rings and Jay Reynolds rolls off of Ricker and slides to the ramp where he already finds Jamie McKnight celebrating their win. Suicide Flyer stares at his new partner with disbelief in his eyes as Ricker lays motionless in the ring.
Winners: Jay Reynolds and Jamie McKnight
