Post by Saul on Dec 10, 2007 7:24:57 GMT -6
How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out when and you cut the string...
Pyro explodes as "15 Step" by Radiohead plays and the opening video is playing to a chorus of cheers in the background. We then fade in to the arena with the Miami crowd going absolutely insane.
Skippy- Hello there ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Monday Night Brawl... LIVE from Miami, Florida, and what a night we have tonight!
Aiello- Too right! First up we have John Green against Vincent Jericho in a tables match, John Green out to prove that he's still in the game after a fairly lacklustre showing for him last week.
Skippy- And then we have newcomer Stray facing International Champion Sean Ferguson in a non-title match! Can Stray pull off an upset or is Ferguson out to prove that he's International Champion for a reason!?
Aiello- Then there's a ruckus as Hopper Rose makes his return to the ring after months, this time in a rematch with Joey Orsome. Can Orsome make it 2-0 or is Rose sure to settle the score?
Skippy- Then there's a big debut for two Japanese talents, Koji Ki and Koji Yaro, who face off against the tag team of North American Champion Gladiator and Money Man, better known together as The Sedition.
Aiello- And that's not all! Mike Corral and Alex Draven go ONE ON ONE to prove who is most worthy to face Gladiator at Wrestlefest for the North American Title. What's most interesting is that Corral is hot off his loss against Lance Fiennes, and yet Draven also failed to knock Lance off his high horse a month or so ago. These two men are probably out to send a message to the Hardcore champion.
Skippy- And to top the night all off, Stung, only recently returned to the EwC, is out to try and prove that he's worthy of the ego he flaunts so eagerly around the ring. He'll hope to do this by tackling the almost immovable James Chambers, our Number 1 Contender for the EwC title.
Aiello- But for now, let's head to our first match of the night...
TABLES MATCH
John Green Vs. Vincent Jericho
[/b][/center]John Green Vs. Vincent Jericho
The bell chimes and John Green drills into Jericho with a running knee to the face. Vincent hits the ground like a sack of shit as Green grabs him by the hair and throws him into the ropes, booting him to the floor as Jericho comes back. Green mounts Jericho on the floor and starts hitting him across the skull with closed fists before shoving his head against the canvas with a loud thud.
Skippy- Remember folks, the winner of this match is the one who successfully puts his opponent through a table.
Green picks Jericho up and then hits him with a suplex. He picks him up and throws him into the corner, rushing up behind him with an elbow to the back. Jericho stumbles away from the corner, Green comes up behind him and downs him with a German Suplex! The crowd is going nuts as Green stands up and taunts over Jericho. Suddenly, Vincent comes up behind Green, rolls him up and then continues it into a Walls Of Jericho!!!
Aiello- Oh my God! It could be over!
Skippy- You think Jericho's gonna STRETCH him through a table?
Aiello- Okay... so it was a dumb thing to say...
Jericho lets go of the hold and, as Green goes to rise, boots Green in the balls from behind. Green curls up on the ground in pain as the audience jeers at Jericho, who flips them off. He turns back to Green and bends down to grab him by his hair, but Green jabs Jericho in the balls in return! The audience cheers as Green gets to his feet and then hits a bent-over Jericho with the HEAD SPLITTER!!!
Skippy- Now he needs a table...
As Jericho lies beaten in the ring, an aggravated Green slips out of the ring and grabs a table from the security railing, sliding it into the ring and then following it in. He then sets it up with his back to Jericho. Vincent gets up and stalks Green, who turns around to be punched across the face. Green then returns the punch, and follows it up with another, then another, then another, he then whips Jericho into the ropes, waits for him to come back, gets down and lifts him by his legs before flapjacking him through the table!!!
Aiello- It's all over!
WINNER: John Green
After the bell chimes, Green taunts for the audience, who cheers him on, and then points to the camera, grabbing a microphone from the announcer, who comes in to announce him as the winner.
John Green- Ladies and gents... what you saw last week? No more. Gladiator... and Mike Corral or Alex Draven... whichever is North American Champion after Wrestlefest... I'M COMING FOR YA!!!
With a slight pop, the audience cheers as Green makes his way back up the ramp as Jericho is helped from the ring by officials as the table wreckage is cleared. We head backstage.
Lance Fiennes is walking backstage in casual attire, his Ray-bans adorning his face as the audience cheers wildly for the Hardcore Champion, who ironically is sporting his belt over his right shoulder as he walks past staff and talent who eye him as he brushes past.
Lance- "Hey!"
The camera shifts to the entrance way of the arena as John Green walks into the backstage area, still puffing slightly but confident after that clear win. Green eyes Lance, still, as Lance walks towards him. With both men on frame, Lance holds out his hand. Green shakes it and then Lance stands there, smiling.
Lance- "Pretty efficient out there, aren't ya?"
Green- "Thanks Lance, but..."
Lance- "But what?"
Green- "Why are you talking to me? I thought you didn't even rate me?
Lance- "Kid, I don't."
Green- "Screw you man...
Lance- "Hey wait... look. Just because I don't rate you doesn't mean you can't prove me wrong."
Green- "Oh great... another of Lance's long-winded trash talks..."
Lance- "Kid, you just don't get it, do you? Take away the bitter harshness of every word that comes out of my mouth and what you find not just between the lines, but clearly explained every time I cut my promos is the simple request I make. PROVE ME WRONG. Seriously. There's no real buts or catches about it. I might say 'I'm gonna kick your ass and walk away champion', but at the end of the day, if you can prove me wrong, then you're the better man and I'm no worse off because you made it known that Lance isn't a God... Lance is an everyman just like you."
Green- "... So I get a shot at the Hardcore Title?
Lance bursts into laughter and walks off abruptly as Green growls in frustration as we cut to a commercial...