Post by Saul on Dec 17, 2007 21:47:50 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...
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...
The smell of smoke fills the air as pyro explodes on the ramp and the BRAWL logo flashes across the titantron, the screen then replaced with the Brawl intro and then returning to the arena where an apeshit Louisville, Kentucky crowd throw their arms into the air, cheering for the show to start.
Skippy- Hello there ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Monday Night Brawl, LIVE from Louisville, Kentucky, and what a night we have ahead of us!
Aiello- Absolutely! Jackal makes his long-awaited return to the EwC ring by facing International Champion Sean Ferguson in a non-title match!
Skippy- Speaking of the International Title, last week's two temperamental rogues who failed to one-up their fan-favourite opponents last week in their respective grudge matches will have a golden opportunity this week given their performances. Stung faces Hopper Rose in a match that will determine who Sean Ferguson defends his International Title against at Wrestlefest!
Aiello- And if it couldn't get any more exciting, the Sedition faces Alex Draven and newcomer Stray in tag team competition tonight, as Gladiator prepares to defend his North American title against Alex Draven at Wrestlefest!
Skippy- Tag team wrestling is under-rated... so then it's nice to see the official debut of Lance Fiennes and Joey Orsome as a tag team, facing off against their respective Wrestlefest opponents Matt Merricon and James Chambers.
Aiello- Are we forgetting anything else?
Skippy- Mike Corral faces John Green in singles competition... whoever wins saves their own skin maybe? Neither men have been having the best of luck lately. Corral lost his shot at the Hardcore title and failed to beat Draven for a North American Title shot whereas John Green not too long ago messed up yet another opportunity at the North American Title.
Aiello- We'll probably hear more from Moses Lake tonight?
Skippy- Probably, there's no escaping the ultra-talented and ultra-paranoid EwC Champ Moses Lake on a night like this.
Aiello- So, with our opening match's competitors down in the ring, let's get to a start...
Skippy- Wait... only three are there.
Aiello- Huh?
Vincent Jericho Vs. Zortalk Vs. Koji Ki Vs. Koji Yaro
Down in the ring, Vincent Jericho stands in one corner of the ring as the Kojis stand adjacent one another, prepping each other up, slapping knuckles and whatnot. The announcer stands bewildered in the ring as people in the audience are similarly confused.
Skippy- Where's...
Aiello- Here we go!
"Tired" by LCD Soundsystem hits and the lights dim, and then from the curtains bursts newcomer Zortalk to a relatively mixed reaction, holding out his arms with sunglasses that reflect the sudden pyro explosion that comes before the lights return. With a huge smile on his face, he stands on the stage with his arms raised. The audience goes silent as they struggle to take in the sight of Zortal in a green fur suit jacket and an armless brown robe.
Mene Gene- Making his way to the ring, from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is William Boscoe Davenport... he is ZORTALK!!!
The audience noise picks up slightly, but not enough to satisfy Zortalk, who rolls his eyes from behind his sunglasses and then lowers his arms, strolling confidently down to the ring and then sliding into the ring before the Kojis run at him and start stomping on him over and over. Zortalk throws his robe and jacket from him and onto the Kojis, one on each, as Vincent Jericho rushes forth and plants Yaro with a German Suplex as Zortalk downs Koji Ki with a clothesline.
Skippy- Weapon abuse! Weapon abuse I tell you!
Aiello- Skip... it was his attire, calm down.
The bell chimes and Zortalk wastes no time landing a toe kick to the gut of Vincent Jericho before downing him with a snap suplex, but Zortalk hangs onto him after downing Jericho and continues the maneuver into a headlock which he holds. He picks Jericho up and then hits him with a snapmare before drop kicking him in the back of his head as he rolls forward.
Skippy- That Zortalk has covered the technical basics...
Aiello- Think he could hang with Fiennes though?
Skippy- They have history, you know.
Aiello- What?
Zortalk stands over a downed Jericho and starts slapping him across the face, grabbing him by his neck and dragging him onto his feet. Zortalk can hear the Kojis stirring behind him, so he steps around Jericho and throws him in their direction. The Kojis get up, look at one another, nod, and then hit Jericho with a double dropkick. Jericho stumbles back to Zortalk from the attack before being knocked dumb by Zortalk's super kick.
Skippy- Jericho's spent!
Koji Ki wastes no time jumping on top of Jericho's downed body, and Zortalk just sits back in the corner, watching as Koji Yaro rushes over to Ki and pulls him away, arguing over who should get the pin. Soon they start punching each other, then Ki kicks Yaro in the groin. The referee shouts at Ki, telling him he's no longer a part of the match.
Aiello- Controversy down there in the ring!!!
Skippy- Dude, we see at least five low blows per show, it's nothing out of the ordinary...
As Ki heads up the ramp with his head bowed low, Zortalk rushes over to a rising Koji Yaro and hits him with THE ZORROR! He pins!
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Zortalk holds his hands up in victory as the announcer calls his name and awards the match to him on his debut.
Skippy- What a way to get yourself known!
Aiello- It's very Hitleresque...
Skippy- What?
Aiello- He makes the audience wait and then blows them away with the product of his sale.
Skippy- Mass genocide and a world war?
Aiello- No, you Jew! A great fucking speech!
WINNER: Zortalk
We cut backstage to the familiar sight. Saul's office... Nick Wetzel standing there waiting for some form of abuse, and Saul's legs casually resting atop his own desk.
Nick- Why do you insist we meet like this?
Saul- Well, stylish mostly... but to be perfectly honest, this week I have you in here for a specific reason.
Nick rolls his eyes.
Nick- Is it about that thing last week again?
Saul smirks.
Saul- No, I'm past that.
Nick- Then what?
Saul- Well, as you know, my album came out last week.
Nick- Yeah, and?
Saul- You kept the old advanced copy I gave you?
Nick- ... Um...
Saul- Whatever, nevermind. You got what you wanted, alright?
Nick- Equality?
Saul- Doesn't exist. I'm handing you something better for a little while...
Nick- What, then?
Saul- Well, someone has to tour to promote my new album, and it's not gonna be Mr. GM of Brawl, it's gonna be Mr. Saul Weisz, multi-platinum artist.
Nick- So?
Saul- GOD DAMN IT, NICK! TAKE A HINT! I'm going to be off on my important-city-only tour across the world until February!
Nick- Oh... so what, you'll just call in some other lackey no one likes to run the place.
Saul- Nick, you're an idiot and my Vice-General Manager. I honestly don't know how you got to be so smart in the ring foiling plans like mine, but Jesus Christ you're a dumbass.
Nick- I understand, sir... I'll be taking over until you get back, then?
Saul- Yeah. End of tonight's show you'll be acting-General Manager until my return. In the meantime, you can wither in this GM's chair handling the thousands of complaints of abuse coming in from the various retards on the roster, while I play music and make millions.
Nick- Wouldn't have it any better, sir.
Saul- Right... well if you'll excuse me, we've taken up enough of the camera's time...
The show fades to a commercial...