Post by Michael Saint on Nov 17, 2007 22:52:43 GMT -6
Gabreal Martin vs Azreal
This match was over before it started. The hometown boy and former US Champ came out going nuts. Gabe hit a Mindbender and pinned Azreal. After the match Gabe celebreated with his hometown faithful in the crowd.
Winner: Gabreal Martin
Solomon Knight Vs. Serial Killer. Vs. Seto Uchiha
The match starts off with Seto Uchiha & Solomon Knight attacking the Serial Killer. Solomon, has backed Killer into the turn-buckle and is chocking him with his hands. Seto charges forward for the Gathering. Seto hits Killer across the face with a knee but Solomon backstabs Seto by hitting Seto with a low blow. Seto topples over doubling in pain. Killer goes for a clothesline but Solomon ducks it hitting a drop kick sending Killer over the top-rope. Seto slowly begins to get to his feet, as Solomon directs his attention down the ramp.
Madden- What the hell, look up at the ramp!
Khan- It’s Level-One, and he’s got a steel chair!
*The crowd begins to cheer, as they see Level-One running straight down the ramp and down to the ring, with a steel chair in his hand. Solomon, backs up and Level-One swings the chair, hitting Seto Uchiha with a chair as he charges forward. Level-One turns around as Serial Killer jumps off the top rope, only to get a chair shot across the face mid-air sending his body to the mat, Serial Killer rolls out the ring grabbing his face and back in pain. At this point the ref is calling for the bell as Solomon, stands in the ring with caution as Level-One calls for a mic*
Khan- What is wrong with Level-One? He’s showing no honor, or respect tonight.
Madden- Level-One warned there would be consequences if he didn’t get his match with Joey Orsome. And this may be one of them.
Level-One- Was that enough!? Was that enough to receive my match with Joey Orsome? All I asked was for one damn match with Joey Orsome, and fucking Saul can’t make it happen? Saint? What about you Saint? Or are you too busy, booking a god damn lottery show to boost the god damn ratings? Saint, do you know how to bring in ratings? Of course not, because Brawl scores higher week in and week out! I’ll tell you how to bring ratings, you give Level-One what he wants, when he wants it! And you don’t think I deserve it, than tell me in my face!
*Level-One is pulled back by Solomon. Solomon, points at Level-One and then himself offering a hand-shake. Level-One looks away, and than swings the steel chair right into the skull of Solomon Knight. The crowd gives a mixture of boo’s and cheers, by lying out the cocky rookie*
Madden- What a vicious chair shot by Level-One. Solomon, is hurt right now. We need medics!
Khan- What is he trying to accomplish by doing this?
Level-One- Solomon, do you think that was good enough? Do you think, I’ve proven myself worthy of World Champion material? Do you think, I’m going to steal the show tonight, and hoist yet another championship over my head?
*Level-One lies down on his chest beside Solomon Knight looking into his face. Level-One taps Solomon with the microphone, but Solomon can barely move at this point*
Level-One: Answer me damn it!
*Solomon gives no answer. And Level-One begins to wail left and rights onto his forehead splitting him open, as blood slowly creeps down his forehead and down his face. Level-One hits series of shots, lifting up the microphone while leaning over Solomon Knight*
Level-One: You see, this is what I’m talking about. Solomon, wants to ignore me too. Just like every damn person with management powers wants to ignore me? You don’t want to grant my challenges, ignore my warnings.
All I asked, was for one match with Joey Orsome before King Of The Cage. And guess what, I still haven’t got it! I’m I going to get the match Saul? You’re show is the last one before King of the cage, you’re the only one who can stop this. You’re the only person who can’t put my rage, away on the shelve. You can also be the one to fuel it, fuel my anger to this…Fuel it to this!
*Level-One lifts up the chair high in the air. Slamming it on the back of Solomon as his body shakes from each hit, with the chair shot rumbling through the building, as the crowd boo’s and screams of horror can be heard*
2…
3…
4…
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
Madden- Somebody get out here! Level-One is going to kill him!
Khan- Yeah, and the blood is going to be on President Mac’s hands.
*Chair shot after chair, shot. Level-One has lost control, referees and security guards come rushing down the ring, but Level-One swarms them away by rushing at them. He holds the security guard at bay, out-side the ring. And nails Solomon with a couple extra chair-shots, as the security team scramble out-side the ring trying to get in. Solomon, looks to have cracked ribs, as he begins to spit up blood. More boo’s than cheers are now apparent from the crowd*
Khan- Why isn’t anybody in there to help him!
Madden- There scared. Would you go in there right now?
Level-One: I’ve had enough. Tonight, I have a United States Championship shot at Ricker. I will take his title, and walk into King of the cage the United States Champion. I will beat every single superstar in my way, until I receive what’s mine. A world heavyweight title shot. You couldn’t meet my demands with Joey Orsome, so I’m going to put everything into my hands!
13!
14!
15!
Level-One: When I win the King of the cage, nobody can deny me what’s mine! Shadow Man, you are a good friend of mine. But this steel chair? Is just a much better acquaintance of mine. Can you hear the screams? Can you hear the echo?
16!
17!
18!
Khan- Jesus Christ, enough!
Madden- Level-One, is making an Impact tonight. And I can’t say I’m happy with the route he’s taking on this vicious attack!
Can you hear me? EwC!
19!
20! Chair shots!
Can you hear me calling!
*Level-One slams down the mic, as the fans are now no longer split on cheering boo’s can be heard louder than ever. The security team finally have to courage, to rush into the ring but Level-One hoists the steel chair, as he stands over Solomon. Level-One throws the chair and his mic down in anger, when Level-Ones music hits. . *
Madden- Total and utter destruction, here by Level-One.
Khan- Somebody has to stop this man! Give him Joey Orsome, end this now!
*Level-One stands over Solomon Knight and slowly picks him up hoisting him onto his shoulders. Solomon is bleeding like stuck pig. Level-One eyes the security team, as they move out the way. The crowd is in amazement, as Level-One carries Solomon out the ring and down the ramp and soon through the curtains, the fans are left in utter shock*