March 22nd, 1999
From The Rupp Arena, Lexington, Kentucky
We're back from Scotland, folks,
going overseas for our Scottish Storm tour! And we've returned to
quite the storm back home.
Jack Slade and Mike Haggar are
back together, with the destruction of Major Force on their mind.
Tonight, they've promised that they'll be looking to add a little bit of
force to their group. Since we're in the Grate State of Kentucky,
it won't be hard to guess who they're scouting.
Major Force is also here tonight,
and perhaps we'll get an explanation as to why they broke up a brawl between
Chad Hillsman and Zangief last week.
In Scotland, the World Tag Team
Titles changed hands, as the knee of El Stingray finally gave out.
Highland Hell took the belts in their home country, and they'll be in action
tonight against Overcompensators Anonymous. In other Highland Hell
news, The Flying Scotsman will defend the Toughman belt against Cody Simmons
in what should be an interesting fight.
King Rasta makes his in ring
debut, taking on Gunloc of the All-Americans. And Jerry Kent gets
his chance to redeem himself, facing off against "Jumbo" Jack Flap.
Serving as the special referee? Terry Sky...
******** Cue Major Force's Music ********
Looks like Scorpion, Masters
and the troops will fire the first salvo on the microphone.
Again, this is Grater country,
and the Lexington crowd wasn't too happy with Major Force coming to the
ring. Kodiak Marmoset lost it on a couple fans, verbally berating
them as they chanted "Loser". Skarzz looked imposing as ever with
the World Title draped over his shoulder. Ghost was calm, cool and
collected. Saul Masters looked upset. Scorpion... With
that mask on, you can never tell what he's thinking.
Major Force climbed in to the
ring, ready to get down to business. Scorpion was handed the microphone.
SCORPION: Jack Slade and Mike Haggar. Together again.
Lexington cheered the hell out of that statement. They were as happy as almost everybody else in the World. Everybody except, probably, Major Force.
SCORPION: Oh please. Haggar, Slade, I never had that much respect for you in the past, but after seeing you together again, I have even less. What happened to your purity of principles, Slade? You're willing to go back to being Haggar's little shadow? And Haggar? You're joining with a man who crushed your daughter's heart so he could advance his own career and have an excuse to fight you. That's your idea of a partner? As far as I'm concerned, you two are welcome to one another. I really could care less. It has no effect on my plan what-so-ever.
Scorpion sounded as if he believed that. He probably did.
SCORPION: See, Mike, I knew you and Slade would join forces again, fight the good fight, take down the common enemy as you've done so many times before. But this isn't like those other times. Those other times, you were friends. Now, you're just two angry wrestlers needing each other to win, not even realizing what you're up against. It's not just me, Mike. I have Saul Masters, who is one of the most evil minds in wrestling. The monster, Skarzz. Ghost, the ultimate hitman. Kodiak Marmoset, the most driven man in wrestling. I have your Commissioner in my back pocket. But it doesn't stop there. There are a couple more men who owe me, and I'm going to collect tonight. Come on out, gentlemen. Together. Like we discussed.
There was a pause, and then we
saw an incredible sight!
Chad Hillsman! Zangief!
Walking side by side!!!
They weren't walking like partners.
They were being forced to walk to that ring together and everybody knew
it. Still, the sight itself was considerably upsetting. It
showed just how much power Scorpion really did have.
Zangief and Hillsman stepped
in to the ring and stood across from Scorpion, neither man saying a word.
SCORPION: Take pictures while you can, folks. This is history. This is power. Chad, a few months ago, you weren't allowed to speak. You were censored because of your views. Before I came back, you were a hate-monger with no way to express your hate. I changed that for you. Zangief, you would have spent the rest of your life rotting away on some backwards farm in Russia because you were banned from the SMWA. If it weren't for me, Biff Slamkovich never would have had the chance to bring you back. So, as I see it, you two owe me, and I own you, because if you so much think of disagreeing with me, Hillsman, I'll shut you up, and Zangief, I'll send you home. So you two are going to listen and listen good. Tonight. Hillsman. Tonight, either Mike Haggar or Jack Slade will have the choice of facing off against you, one on one. Zangief, you're a big, strong man who used to make a career fighting animals. Tonight, you'll have to take down a big pig in his own pen. Tonight, you're facing off against Alexander "The Grater".
Alexander "The Grater" against Zangief in Grater's home state? Chad Hillsman facing off against either Mike Haggar or Jack Slade? Incredible!
SCORPION: I don't expect either of you to just wrestle. I expect victories. If you lose, both of you can expect much, much more trouble.
******** Cue Jack Slade's Music ********
Kentucky explodes as Jack Slade and Mike Haggar enter the arena! Again, what a site. Haggar and Slade coming out together, Jessica Haggar at their side, and even coming in to Jack Slade's music. Incredible. Jack Slade had the microphone.
SLADE: Scorpion, did you ever have any balls, and if you did, when the Hell did they fall off???
Scorpion stiffened up after that comment. He didn't seem too impressed.
SLADE: I mean, look at you. "Oh, gee, I'm not worried about Jack Slade and Mike Haggar, no no no... I need you to do something for me, Mr. Hillsman... Not cause I'm scared, no no no... I have my plan, yup yup!" Give the Kevin Spacey bad guy shtick a rest, Scorp-o, it's getting old real fast. Thing is, I'm betting you went and already got these matches signed by Commissioner Blackmailed... I mean, McCullough. So, hell, I'll play along. Hillsman, if you have to wrestle somebody, why not make it me? I'm from Detroit. We're a border town. I'm friends with lots of those evil Canadians! I could be the first line in a Canuck invasion, Chad, so I better see your Star Spangled Ass in that ring later tonight, because I need to disappoint Scorpion by spiking you in to the mat! Crunch Time, Chad. Mike, did you want this?
Jack Slade pointed at the microphone. Haggar nodded, and Slade handed it over.
HAGGAR: You know, Scorp, what you said was true. Me and Jack aren't quite friends again. Yet, anyway. But we're also not stupid. See, the way I look at it is like this. You've got your little "plan", where you need all of Major Force to take me down. Well, every good plan needs a good defence, and that's just what we've got here. How about I issue a challenge for once? Coming up, Slam Masters: Showdown. I want a match. You've got your team. I've got mine. So why don't we hook up? Major Force against me, Jack Slade and whoever else I can get my hands on?
An eight man tag at Showdown?
Who else do Slade and Haggar have on their side?
Scorpion sure wanted to know.
SCORPION: Interesting challenge, Mike. I have to ask, though. Who else is on your "team"?
HAGGAR: I'm tempted not to tell you, just to see if Jack was right about you and your balls. See, you made the mistake of making yourself known. As soon as you and Major Force stepped forward, it allowed me to start planning a counter attack. I know you damn well. Slade's had his wars with Skarzz, and we both know all about Ghost and Saul Masters. So those bases are covered. Then there's that Loser Kodiak....
Kentucky picked up within seconds... "Loser... Loser... Loser..." Kodiak started lose it and grabbed the mic from Scorpion.
KODIAK: Shut up, you blue grass rednecks!!! SHUT UP!!! I'M NOT A LOSER!!! YOU LIVE IN KENTUCKY!!! YOU'RE LOSERS!!!
SLADE: Whoa, easy there, Loser... I mean, Loser... I mean...
KODIAK: SHUT UP, SLADE!!! SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!
HAGGAR: If the maniac will shut up, I'd like to tell him something. See, Kodiak, I wrestled you a few times, but not enough to actually register a good picture. Since you were never a World Title threat, I doubt Jack actually gave enough of a damn to worry about you. So, I've gone elsewhere. One thing I learned as a cop is that it's good to know your enemy, but it's even better to know an old pal of his. I found one of those.
SLADE: Kodiak Marmoset, this is your life! Can you recognize voice number one?
VOICE: This has got to stop, Kody.
Out from the entrance came JOHNNY PROTON!!! Johnny Proton, probably the only friend Kodiak has ever had in the SMWA, the same one he tossed aside after the feud with Clone! Johnny Proton was standing beside Jack Slade and Mike Haggar! And Kodiak Marmoset was livid!
KODIAK: Oh, come on!
PROTON: Look, Kody. As a friend, I'm asking you to stop with all this Major Force stuff, okay? I know you. This isn't you. As your friend, I'm asking you to stop.
KODIAK: As my friend? AS MY FRIEND??? You're still hanging on to that, Johnny? We stopped being friends a LONG time ago, when you decided that belt was more important that me beating Clone! Friends? It's because of you that everybody chants "Loser!" You call that being a friend???
The crowd started on the Loser chants again. Before Kodiak could lose it again, Scorpion took the microphone from him. Johnny kept going.
PROTON: I never stopped trying to help you, Kodiak. That's what I'm doing now. If I have to fight against you to do it, that's what I'll do.
Proton handed the microphone back to Jack Slade. Kodiak was still irate in the ring.
SLADE: We should have brought out Clone, Mike. Kodiak's head would have blown right up and we'd be done with him.
Haggar wasn't in the joking mood. He got the mic off of Slade.
HAGGAR: You're going to strike with Major Force? I've got my counter strike right here, Scorpion. I've dealt with gangs bigger and badder than you and picked them all to pieces. You're not going to be any different.
SCORPION: Wrong, Mike. This isn't like any gang you've met before. You might of dismantled all those other gangs, but they will have their revenge through Major Force. We'll take on your little "CounterStrike". I only see three, though. Should I just guess who number four is?
The fans started chanting. "Grater! Grater! Grater!" It was obvious who they wanted on Mike Haggar's side. Haggar smiled and gave Scorpion some last words.
HAGGAR: I think the crowd is guessing for you, Scorp. We'll see you at Showdown.
The music started up, and Mike
Haggar, Jack Slade and Johnny Proton went to the back.
So, add Zangief vs Grater and
Slade vs Hillsman to the card tonight. And can we add Alexander "The
Grater" to Haggar's "CounterStrike"?
We followed the Counterstrike
backstage....
JESSICA: all right, while they're out there, I'm going after McCullough.
PROTON: I didn't know you had Grater yet?
SLADE: You want to field this one, Mike?
HAGGAR: Well, Johnny...
We came back and Jessica Haggar had found Jack McCullough.
JESSICA: It would just be a lot easier for us to help if we knew what they had on you.
MCCULLOUGH: Why? So I can tell you and have you guys reveal it?
JESSICA: No, Jack, so you can get out of this mess and clear your own name up.
MCCULLOUGH: Jessica, I appreciate the help, but it's not going to happen, okay? You better get out of here. I don't want them finding you without your dad around.
JESSICA: I can take care of myself, Jack.
MCCULLOUGH: I don't want to risk it. Get out of here.
JESSICA: Fine. But this isn't over.
Jessica Haggar walked away from Jack McCullough. McCullough's shoulders sunk down as he went and sat down on a few crates nearby. Whatever Major Force had on him, it was killing him.
SMWA World Tag
Team Title Match
Highland Hell
(C)
vs
Overcompensators
Anonymous
As a result
of a match on our Glasgow stop of the Scottish Storm
Tour, Highland Hell has reclaimed the World Tag Team Titles.
El Stingray has now been put on the shelf with that injured knee, and it's
not known when he'll be returning from the injury. Not only did Highland
Hell take the Tag Belts, but it looks like they took down the Air Raiders.
Overcompensators
Anonymous won the right to this match by defeating Teknos and Lantern,
Fuerza Dragon and The Philadelphia X-Treme Machine in a Four Way Crash
on Saturday Night Slam Masters. They've proven to be a decent team,
but you have to wonder what sort of chance they'll have against a team
the calibre of Highland Hell.
Highland
Hell have been getting a few more cheers lately, picking up those fans
that stopped cheering StB after they made the Major Force deal. But
now that StB are pulling it together and distancing themselves from the
Force, they're getting more cheers, too. Rick Clark excepted, though,
as he's been nothing but a jerk. The Overcompensators have their
cult following, but that's about it. This wasn't a match up for who
was more popular, though. This was for the World Tag Team Titles.
The California
Kid stood across the ring from the massive Highland Giant, Hamish MacTavish.
This match was ready to start.
The bell
rang...
The Kid
started punching away at the Highland Giant and had some... no, little...
powerslam. No success. Hamish started kneeing a downed Kid
in the stomach before dropping him with a splash and going for a cover.
Two count. The Kid was picked up and launched overhead with a belly-to-belly
suplex!
Wally
B stormed in the ring and tried to take Hamish down with a shoulderblock.
Wally bounced off his shoulder and then thumped on the mat. Hamish
picked Wally up in a Gorilla press and heaved him outside. The Kid
came at Hamish, who Gorilla pressed him over the ropes and on to Wally.
The Overcompensators needed to try harder than that.
Angus
Wallace came in the ring for his team, and the Overcompensators didn't
fare much better at all. Highland Hell seemed to have this one under
control, but the kids kept fighting back, making a match out of it.
Still, it was looking like squash city.
Finally,
the Overcompensators had their chance. Angus ducked his head on a
backdrop and Wally B grabbed him by the hair, whipping him down to the
mat. The tag was made to the Kid, who plastered Angus with a Destiny
Hammer and went for a pin. Two count.
The Kid
was on fire. He climbed to the top ropes and flattened Angus with
a spinning leg lariat. Big Angus got back up, but the Kid put him
down with a DDT and then climbed to the top ropes. A 450 splash!
Cover!
1...
2...
NO!!! Angus kicks out with authority. Pissed off, he got up
and kicked the Kid right in the mush. Highland Hell was pissed off,
and they proceeded to squash the Kid into oblivion. There were a
few brief spots of offence from the Overcompensators, including near the
end, where Wally and the Kid had a good run, knocking Angus from the ring
and focusing on Hamish. Unfortunately, Hamish was in a good position
to fight back. He took both men out with a double lariat and then
flattened the Kid with a spinebuster. That was all.
Highland Hell defeated Overcompensators
Anonymous when Hamish pinned C. Kid after a spinebuster slam in 0:10:03.
Rating: ** 3/4
(Highland Hell retained the
SMWA World Tag Team Titles.)
The kids did what they could,
but against Highland Hell, it just was not enough.
Backstage, Nick Jones had caught
up with our Commissioner.
JONES: Commissioner, what did you tell Jessica Haggar?
MCCULLOUGH: I have a match announcement for Slam Masters: Showdown...
JONES: Not this again...
MCCULLOUGH: Quiet, Jones. Two six man tag team matches. One, we'll see Simply the Best against Highland Hell. We'll also see The Eastern Powers and King Rasta will face off against The All-Americans and Doomsday.
JONES: How long are you going to duck my questions, Commissioner?
MCCULLOUGH: My life is none of your business, Jones.
With that, Jack McCullough left.
We saw a split screen of Cody
Simmons and The Flying Scotsman, each preparing for their toughman contest,
a match which would be coming next!
SMWA Toughman
Title Bout
The Flying
Scotsman (C) w/ Monica
vs
"The Streetfighting
Stud" Cody Simmons
The Scotsman has mowed over everybody
in the SMWA. He's an experienced brawler, has excellent punching
power and more boxing experience than anybody in the SMWA.
Almost anybody.
Cody Simmons has never gone
pro, but he's been trained as a boxer and continues to train as such.
The man is a master fighter and, though he's a lot smaller than many man,
he never gives up. He'd be more than a match for the Scotsman any
day of the week.
This isn't about boxing, though.
This is about Monica, the former squeeze of Ron Grayson and Cody Simmons
who left them both for the waiting arms of the Scotsman. Monica's
"defection" has, in a way, brought Simply the Best back together.
Cody and Grayson are now united in bringing down the Scotsman, while StB
is determined to bring down Highland Hell.
First came Cody Simmons, who
got a good reaction from the Kentucky crowd. As noted earlier, StB
still has it's fans, especially now that they're providing a more unified
front. Hands gloved, ready for action, Cody grabbed the microphone
in the ring.
CODY: L-L-L-Lexington! Tonight, the Flying Scotsman is going to get a close look at the Blue Grass in this state because after I knock him out and prove I'm not only the sexiest streetfighter in the SMWA, but the toughest, poor Angus and Hamish are going to have to drag his Scootie-poo ass out of here. And after that, Scotsman, you'll be dirtier than Monica! You don't like it? I don't care! I'm Simply the Best, I'm an asshole, and DAMN PROUD OF IT!!!
Kentucky was liking that.
A few of the women were also liking Cody wearing just his boxers.
The Kid's got a decent body on him.
The Scotsman came out next,
all decked out in his boxing gear. The only woman who seemed interested
in that was Monica, who was again draped on the Scotsman's arm. Does
that woman have no decency?
Ah, forget I asked.
The Scotsman jumped in to the
ring and pushed Cody back. The ref got in between the two and ordered
the Scotsman back. He gave instructions to both men and then rang
the bell. Round one!!!
The Scotsman came out firing,
and Cody was able to avoid most of the blows, except for a glancing one
on the lower lip. A small cut opened up on Cody's bottom lip.
Cody fired a few left hands at the Scotsman, each of which landed hard
but didn't put the Scotsman down. Cody went for a big roundhouse
right, but the Scotsman ducked, hit a shot to Cody's ribs. He then
planted a big right into the side of Cody's head! Cody went down!
The Scotsman turned around and
started gyrating his hips for Monica. Monica jumped up on to the
apron and gave her man a big kiss.
In the meantime, Cody was off
the mat. He got up at two, in fact. The ref was trying
to get the attention of the Scotsman, who turned around angrily when he
was forced out of his lip lock. Right after the Scotsman was told
the match was still on, Cody unleashed a vicious right to the nose of the
Scotsman! Scots grabbed his face and leaned against the ropes.
The ref went to the Scotsman and told him to move his glove. The
ref took a look and saw the Scotsman's bloody, busted nose. The bones
in the bridge had been completely wrecked.
The referee waved at the timekeeper.
The bell rang. CODY'S HAND WAS LIFTED!!!
NEW TOUGHMAN CHAMPION!!!!
SMWA Toughman Bout:
Cody Simmons defeated The
Flying Scotsman via first-round technical knockout at the 00:36 mark.
(Cody Simmons won the SMWA
Toughman Championship.)
The Scotsman was livid he came
off the ropes and took a swing at Cody. Cody ducked, gave the Scotsman
a quick jab in the nose and the Scotsman once again recoiled in pain.
Cody got out of the ring, grabbed his belt and went to the back!
Just like that! No knockdowns!
No KOs! Just one broken nose! What a shot!
Thus, the run of the Flying
Scotsman has ended!
Shots of Alexander "The Grater" getting ready were shown backstage. He'll have it tough against Zangief. Next!
Alexander "The
Grater"
vs
Zangief
Though they haven't met one on
one before, Grater and Zangief likely had a few cups of coffee when they
were both members of the Doomsday Hunters for a brief time a few summers
ago. In other words, they know each other well.
Oddly enough, it was also an
injury to Zangief which paved the way to Jack Slade getting his World Title
shot at Slam Masters: Final Breath, which set off the Haggar/Slade feud,
which was interrupted by Major Force. Weird, huh?
Zangief came out first.
Kentucky booed him, not because they didn't like him, but because he was
going against a home town boy. These folks were sticking to their
boy, case closed.
Grater came out next and Lexington
went nuts! Grater has been looking angry ever since Major Force gave
him the boot all those months ago. Tonight was no different, even
as a sold out crowd cheered him on. Grater jumped in to the ring,
gave his hometown a salute, and then got ready for action. The Siberian
Bear Crusher stood across the ring, ready as always. We were ready.
The bell rang...
Grater and Zangief, not having
wrestled before, spent the opening minutes of the match seeing just what
the other had. Test of strengths, shoulderblocks, a few bodyslams.
These two beasts wanted to see just what the other had. Eventually,
they decided they'd use their fists to answer that question. Zangief
pushed Grater back with a few big shots, but Grater responded with a kick
to the midsection and a quick stomach breaker. Zangief was wheezing
on the mat as Grater bounced off the ropes and dropped a big elbow for
a two count. Grater then picked Zangief up. Zangief hit a double
leg trip and slingshotted Grater in to the corner.
This thing was very even in
the early going, neither man wanting to commit to anything big early on.
Grater finally got the edge with a massive DDT. He beat down Zangief
with a series of elbows and fists, setting him up for a beautiful flying
clothesline from the top ropes. Grater went for a cover and got a
two count.
Things didn't get much easier
for Zangief. Grater was on fire. He planted Zangief with a
thunderous power bomb and then went up top, hitting his moonsault, which
looks more amazing every time he does it. Another two count.
Zangief was in trouble.
Grater whipped him in to the corner and charged in. Zangief lifted
his boot, staggering Grater. Zangief locked him up for a Soviet suplex,
but Grater fought out with a series of elbows, shoved Zangief in to the
corner and followed in with another avalanche. This one hit.
Grater then smoked Zangief in the corner with a series of short lariats
before putting him up top. He hit the Death from Above and went for
the cover!!!
1...
2...
NO!!! Zangief had something left, though he couldn't take a beating
like this one much longer.
The crowd booed as they noticed
somebody coming to the ring. GHOST! Here and ready to interfere.
I swear, that will be the first and only time I use THAT phrase.
Grater floored Zangief with
a waistlock suplex and then turned to see Ghost. Losing his cool,
Grater ran to the ropes and began yelling at Ghost. Ghost stood emotionless,
as always, waiting for Grater to turn his attention back to Zangief.
When Grater did, he was met by a piledriver! Zangief was in control!
The Big Russian kept on going,
whipping Grater into the turnbuckle and hitting him with a dropkick.
Grater staggered out into a Soviet suplex! Zangief came off the ropes
with a legdrop and went for the cover. Two count. A high kneelift
was followed by a reverse neckbreaker for another two. Looking to
put Grater away, Zangief locked him in a clawhold!!!
Grater struggled to break free,
but he had seven feet and three hundred pounds pressing down on his skull.
It wouldn't be long before the man went down.
The crowd in Kentucky rallied
behind its boy, and Grater began to respond. In a super heroic effort,
he fought his way up and broke the clawhold with a kick to Zangief's midsection.
Grater ran off the ropes and was flattened by a spinebuster! No dice
this time.
Zangief kept on going, overpowering
Grater at every turn. A hard irish whip to the corner was followed
with a spinning lariat. Zangief gave the signal. Time for the
Siberian Bear Crusher!
Zangief got Grater in position
for a power bomb. Grater backdropped his way out! Zangief got
up and was nailed with a big elbow shot to the head! Grater gave
the sign for the Doomsday Tornado! He picked Zangief up, held him
high and dropped him right on his head!
1...
2...
GHOST DISTRACTS THE REFEREE!!!
Grater got off of Zangief and
charged at Ghost with a lariat. Instead, he caught the referee, who
was in the middle of the two. The ref went down and Ghost hit Grater
with a neck snap! The Pale Rider grabbed the ring bell and rolled
in to the ring. He kicked Grater in the stomach and hit him with
the Final Breath! Ghost took the bell and climbed to the top ropes.
He took the bell, dove off the ropes and aimed right at Grater!
Grater moved! The bell
hit the mat and broke in two. Ghost got up and Grater nailed him
with a lariat. Zangief was slowly getting up, but Grater nailed him
with the remnants of the bell! Zangief was back down! Grater
grabbed the referee and pulled him over. Cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
Alexander "The Grater" pinned
Zangief after hitting him with the timekeeper's bell in 0:15:02.
Rating: *** 3/4
Before Grater even had the chance
to celebrate, Ghost was back in the ring. He plastered Grater with
a chair shot to the back and kicked him on the ground.
The crowd cheered! Mike
Haggar, Jack Slade and Johnny Proton were running to the ring!
Ghost saw the Counterstrike
on their way and got out very quickly. Slade chased him that extra
bit to make sure he was in the back.
Mike Haggar had the microphone.
Grater slowly got up off the mat and saw his old foe in the ring.
Haggar spoke.
HAGGAR: Okay, Al. I don't like you, and I know you don't like me. But we've got a common enemy here. Major Force. Me, Jack and John, we've got our group going. We've got a match at Showdown. We need a fourth guy. What do you say?
Haggar handed the mic over to Grater, who didn't look like he believed what was being said. After a pause to get himself together, Grater spoke.
GRATER: Huh? Ya know what, Haggar? I've damn well done this with you before, and we didn't get nowhere. You think I give a damn about your Counterstrike? I'll do this MY way, and that's the damn way it's gonna be!
Grater dropped the microphone and went to the back. There was too much water under the bridge between him and Mike Haggar to forget. Even though Jack Slade and Mike Haggar fought for a few months, Grater and Haggar have feuded for years. Grater wasn't going to join him just because Haggar asked.
Backstage, King Rasta was lacing up his boots. He looked confused.
RASTA: Where my boot be?
Bobby the Monkey walked in from off camera, holding the boot.
RASTA: Ah, tanks Bobby.
Alexander "The Grater" was in the dressing room, cursing and swearing. As usual, he wasn't in that good of a mood. Behind him, Johnny Proton walked on camera.
PROTON: Mr. Grater?
GRATER: What in the damn hell do you want, punk?
PROTON: I just want to talk, okay?
GRATER: I gave you my damn answer, kid.
PROTON: Why're you so angry all the time?
Oh no, Johnny. Don't ask
stupid questions like that.
Grater stood silently.
Slowly, he turned around as Proton approached him.
GRATER: What the DAMN HELL DID YOU JUST ASK ME???
PROTON: Whoa, I'm not looking to fight, okay? Look, we need you okay?
GRATER: I don't care what you need...
PROTON: I mean, even Mike says we need you.
GRATER: What? Kid, you damn well better get out of here before I kick your ass!
PROTON: Okay, Mr. Grater. I'm going. Just... Just think about it, okay?
GRATER: GO!!!
Proton walked away in the background, obviously not wanting to get his butt kicked by Grater. Grater was still fuming.
GRATER: Haggar damn well don't need me... I damn well don't need him...
War of the Super
Powers: Jungle Boogie
"The Loose
Cannon" Gunloc
vs
King Rasta
w/ Bobby the Monkey
One of those odd feuds developing
from a feud. When King Rasta returned at The Journey and assisted
Biff Slamkovich in defeating Doomsday, you can bet that didn't sit well
with Gunloc. He wanted his former partner destroyed, and it sure
as Hell didn't happen. The blame can fall right on Rasta.
Gunloc came out first, with
chants of "Traitor" ringing through the building. Kentucky wasn't
a fan of Chad Hillsman's partner. Is Kentucky another country?
That's a subject for another time, but either way, Gunloc was not well
received.
King Rasta came out next, making
his in-ring return, and the crowd went nuts! Bobby the Monkey led
his three hundred pound friend to the ring, and Rasta was ready to go.
A bit overanxious, though, as he was flattened by a lariat as he rolled
in to the ring. We were go!
Gunloc nailed Rasta with another
lariat, but Rasta ducked the third, got behind Gunloc and hit him with
a German suplex early. A two count followed. Both men got up
and Rasta took Gunloc down with a Samoan drop. A kneedrop, a two
count. Rasta whipped Gunloc to the ropes, but Gunloc reversed.
Rasta ran right in to a flurry of Sonic fists, ending up floored after
a leg lariat.
Gunloc picked Rasta up and hit
him with a piledriver. Gunloc quickly went up top and dove off with
a diving headbutt. Rasta moved! Gunloc hit the mat hard and
Rasta scooped him up for a running powerslam! Gunloc hit hard and
Rasta went for another pin. Two count. Rasta went for a flying
clothesline as Gunloc got up, but Gunloc ducked and Rasta was the victim
of a vicious backbreaker!
These two were going move for
move, not slowing down one bit. Great action from a couple of the
best in the SMWA. Gunloc nearly got the pin with a belly-to-belly
superplex from up top. Rasta tossed Gunloc over the top and then
flew outside with a flying hip attack. Gunloc was hit hard, bouncing
off of Rasta and in to the guardrail.
Things were back and forth crazy
until late in the match, when Gunloc got an edge after a big savate kick.
Gunloc had definite control of the encounter and nearly got the three with
a fisherman's suplex! Gunloc picked Rasta up and got him ready for
the Gut Crush!
Rasta kneed Gunloc in the back
and felled him with an inverted DDT!!! Gunloc's head was snapped
to the mat. Rasta waited for Gunloc to get up and then ran at him
with a Thez Press! Digging his teeth in to Gunloc's forehead, Rasta
made the cover!'
1...
2...
3!!!
King Rasta pinned Gunloc with
the Lou Thez Head Chomp in 0:11:24.
Rating: ****
Rasta got off Gunloc, and we could see the bite drew blood. Gunloc would need a rabies shot after that one.
******** KABOOM ********
******** Cue Doomsday's Music
********
Rasta had just stepped through
the ropes as Doomsday appeared at the entrance! He was no more than
two steps down the aisle when he was clobbered by a lariat from Biff Slamkovich!
Slamkovich was out, too!
Gunloc saw Rasta looking to
the back and floored him with a lariat, dumping him to the outside.
Once Rasta got up, Gunloc flew onto him with a plancha.
Slamkovich was grabbed by the
throat by Doomsday, but Biff broke the hold by hitting a modified dropkick!
Gunloc ran over to take on Slamkovich, but he was quickly joined by Rasta,
and these four men brawled their way in to the back.
Backstage, we saw the StB dressing
room. It opened and out came Jerry Kent and Terry Sky.
Wait a second! Jerry Kent
was wearing the referee's jersey, and Terry Sky was in his wrestling gear!
What was going on?
--- Commercials ---
Match with Special
Referee Terry Sky
"The Rebel"
Jerry Kent
vs
"Jumbo" Jack
Flap
A rematch
from the Journey, where Jumbo pulled off a massive upset (no pun intended)
when he came out of retirement and took out Jerry Kent. Kent's been
smarting for revenge ever since, but it didn't look like it would be tonight!
Jerry
Kent and Terry Sky came out first. What was going on? Why was
Kent wearing the referee's jersey? Sky was wrestling? What
would that accomplish?
Sky had
the same look that we've seen on the faces of other blackmailed stars such
as Jack McCullough, Zangief and Chad Hillsman. With his contract
under the control of Rick Clark after a loss at The Journey, Clark could
have Sky do whatever he wanted. Apparently, Clark wanted this.
Kent and
Sky climbed in to the ring. The Rebel took the mic.
KENT: Lexington, this card is most certainly scheduled to change. You see, I could just beat Jumbo Fat Ass tonight and let that be the end of it, but I've decided against that. See, Jumbo, after what happened at The Journey, I don't trust any of the SMWA Referees. I don't trust this guy here are far as I can throw him. So, I figured I'd show you just what it's like to be "treated fairly" by an official. So, tonight, Jumbo, you'll be taking on Terry Sky. You may have beat me once, but I can beat you any time I want, and it won't be tonight because I am Simply the Best! So, from the man who will wrestle for food stamps, this is Jerry Kent saying goodnight, God Bless and, don't worry Jumbo, I'll call this right down the middle!
The grizzled
vet tossed the microphone from the ring and pointed at Terry Sky.
Probably told him "You better win or you'll be sleeping on the streets
again." Not that it mattered.
Big Jumbo
came out next to a polite response. Sometimes, it seems like Jerry
Kent's the only man who cares about his fat ass. Poor old guy.
He used to be something. A win over Terry Sky could make him something
again, though.
Jumbo
climbed in the ring and went after Kent. Kent backed off, and we
could hear him saying "Don't hit the ref, fatty." Jumbo grudgingly
backed off. He'd play Kent's game for tonight. Only for tonight.
The bell rang...
...and
Terry Sky just stood around. He wasn't going after Jumbo. Finally,
after about half a minute of resting in the corner, he went for a lockup.
Quickly, he broke free and began walking from the ring!
Jerry
Kent was livid! Rather than counting Sky out (the job of a referee),
Kent followed him outside and stopped him.
KENT: Hey! You want to sleep in another box tonight, Sky? Get in the ring.
SKY: Don't have a heart attack, old man. I'm just "planning strategy".
KENT: Plan it in the ring.
SKY: Fine.
Sky got
back in the ring. Grudgingly, he locked up with Jumbo once more.
He caught Jumbo in a wristlock. Behind him, Jerry Kent was yelling
"Kill him!" Sky simply synched the arm up a little bit tighter.
Kent was furious. He pulled Sky off of Jumbo and pushed him in the
corner, verbally berating him.
Sky wasn't
having it. He popped Kent right in the jaw and left the ring!
Before Kent could even protest, the timekeeper rang the bell!
Match with Special Referee
Jerry Kent:
Jumbo Jack Flap defeated
Terry Sky by disqualification in 0:02:19.
Rating: *
Kent started yelling at the timekeeper,
telling him it wasn't over. Before anything could be restarted, Jumbo
grabbed Kent, picked him up and hit him with a powerslam! He bounced
off the ropes... WINNIPEG WHUMP!!!
In the meantime, Terry Sky calmly
walked to the back! This slave thing isn't working too well for him.
You can bet Rick Clark would have some words with him tonight.
Backstage, Jack Slade was getting psyched. He was surrounded by the other members of Counterstrike.
HAGGAR: You ready, Jack?
SLADE: You know I am, Mike.
HAGGAR: Just asking, pal.
SLADE: I know, just ease off.
PROTON: Come on, Jack. You're up next.
JESSICA: Good luck, Jack.
SLADE: .... Thanks.
Main Event
"The Cruncher"
Jack Slade
vs
"The All-American"
Chad Hillsman
******** Cue Ring Announcer ********
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
******** Cue Chad Hillsman's Music ********
RA: First... From Washington, DC... Weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds... THE ALL-AMERCIAN! CHAD! HILLSMAN!
Again,
Kentucky isn't a foreign country, put it just proves one point. NOBODY
likes Chad Hillsman. Except for Gunloc. Heck, even Doomsday
has to be paid to stand this guy.
Hillsman
has a definite edge in power over Jack Slade, and he is certainly more
apt to breaking the rules. Still, he's only wrestling this match
because Scorpion wants him to. However, with that not-too-subtle
threat of further censorship looming over his head, you can bet Hillsman
will be fighting hard in this one.
******** Cue Right Now by Van Halen ********
RA: His opponent... From Detroit, Michigan... Weighing in at two hundred and fourty one pounds... THE CRUNCHER! JACK! SLADE!
Lexington
came alive as the former World Champion came to the ring. You can
bet he'd rather be facing any Major Force member than Chad Hillsman.
And you can bet he'll take out that hate on Chad Hillsman when he gets
in the ring.
Slade
rolled in and climbed the turnbuckle, spinning his fist at his side, getting
the crowd pumped up. He was ready for a war. He got off the
buckles and turned around to see everybody's least favourite Ultra-Nationalist.
We were ready.
The bell
rang...
Slade and
Hillsman locked up in mid ring. Slade locked Hillsman in a top wristlock,
but Hillsman grabbed Slade's hair and tossed him to the mat. Slade
got back and nailed Hillsman with a dropkick to the chest. Slade
hit Hillsman with a couple of rights and then flattened him with
a clothesline. Slade went for another one, but Hillsman ducked.
Slade came off the ropes with a high cross body. Hillsman caught
him and planted him with a powerslam. He dropped an elbow on Slade
and went for a quick cover. Two count.
Hillsman
picked Slade up. Slade came out with a couple of elbows to the gut
and then punched Chad in the head a few times. Hillsman brawled back
with a few rights of his own. A big forearm backed Slade to the ropes.
Hillsman swung with a big right, which Slade ducked. He jumped up
with a leg lariat which knocked Hillsman to the floor. Slade bounced
off the ropes and connected with a baseball slide.
Slade
and Hillsman brawled outside for a bit. Slade irish whipped Hillsman
into the guardrail, but Hillsman reversed and Slade hit the steel.
Hillsman tried to slam his head in to the ring steps. Slade blocked
and Hillsman tasted the steel. Chad was rolled back in to ring.
He got to his feet and then was taken down by a Concussion Bomb bulldog!
Slade went to lock on the Cruncher Crab. Hillsman scooted to the
ropes, causing the break.
Slade
kept control, kicking Hillsman in the stomach and hitting him with a piledriver
for a two count. After dropping a few elbows, Slade went to the top
ropes. Hillsman got up and was pasted in the mush with a flying dropkick.
Another cover, another two count. Slade managed to dominate for a
few more minutes until he missed a clothesline. Hillsman came off
with a running forearm smash. Slade went down for a two count.
Hillsman
took definite control with a jack-knife power bomb. He hit Slade
with all the power moves he could, but the Cruncher kept on kicking out.
Finally, Hillsman decided to lock on the deep freeze. He squeezed
on a bearhug and Slade started to fade. The ref started to check
Slade's arm. It dropped once. It dropped twice. The third
time, Slade's arm shot up. His thumb caught Hillsman's eye, and Chad
released the hold. Slade bounced off the ropes but was caught in
the stomach with a knee. Hillsman locked on another bearhug and ran
Slade into the corner. He perched the Cruncher up on the top rope
and nailed him with a superplex. Cover!
1...
2...
NO! Kickout! Slade still had plenty of fight left in him, but
maybe not for long. Hillsman picked him up in a fireman's carry,
getting him ready for the Stars & Bars! Slade slid off of Hillsman's
back, turned him around and planted him with a spinebuster bomb!
Cover!
1...
2...
Kickout! But Slade was coming back, and Hillsman was in trouble.
Slade went up top once more and flew off Hillsman with a flying cross body
press!
1...
2...
NO! Kickout! The crowd started to boo. Skarzz was making
his way to the ring!!!
Slade
nailed Hillsman with a flying forearm and then saw Skarzz at ringside.
Skarzz was trying to get in to the ring, but Slade stopped him, hitting
him with a baseball slide to the knee, dropping Skarzz to the floor on
the outside. Hillsman came up from behind Slade, who kicked him in
the stomach and nailed him with the Spiked DDT! Cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
Jack Slade pinned Chad Hillsman
with the Spiked DDT in 0:10:04.
Rating: **** 1/4
Skarzz
was already in the ring as Slade was getting up. He grabbed the Cruncher
by the throat and choke slammed him to the ground. The rest of Major
Force ran out to join in the assault. Slade fought back, but the
Force was doing a number on him. In the corner, Scorpion had just
clicked open his baton. He was going to make this messy.
Mike Haggar
and Johnny Proton came to the ring, but Scorpion was expecting it.
Skarzz and Ghost were waiting, and they beat down Proton and Haggar as
soon as they slid in. This was looking back for the Counterstrike.
******** Cue Alexander "The Grater's" Music ********
Oh yeah!!!
Alexander
"The Grater" charged to the ring and evened up the odds. As soon
as he hit the ring, Haggar, Slade and Proton started to fight back!
Slade dumped Skarzz over the top with a lariat. Haggar took Kodiak
out. Grater dumped out Ghost. And, in the shock of shocks,
Johnny Proton ducked a swing by the Scorpion's baton and knocked him to
the outside with the Proton Kick! Scorpion didn't stay down long,
but being knocked out of the ring by Proton had to hurt. Still, no
time for pride. Scorp decided this battle would be fought another
day.
Grater
ordered the mic from the ring announcer. Something had to be said.
GRATER: Hey. The kid told me backstage that you need me, Haggar. Well, I damn well want to hear you say it. I want you to say you need Alexander "The Grater".
Grater threw the mic at Haggar, who caught it. An expectant intensity in his eyes, Haggar told Grater what he wanted to hear.
HAGGAR: Grater, there's nobody in charge of this one. It's not me that needs you. We need you. We need Alexander "The Grater".
Grater got his mic back. He didn't look happy. He got right up in Haggar's face.
GRATER: I know your little group needs me, Mike. You didn't hear me! I want you to say YOU need me.
HAGGAR: Fine. I need Alexander "The Grater".
GRATER: Then you damn well got him!
Grater
had joined up! Alexander "The Grater" was part of the Counterstrike!
And they're ready to take on Major Force!
Mike Haggar
offered his hand to Grater. Grater didn't shake it. He had
given Haggar his word. Maybe this time, that would be enough.