EWA Show #12 Night of the Grudges (2/27/2011)
Posted: Mar 5th, '11, 16:43
Carlos: Welcome to Night of the Grudges! We are here at the Rodgers Ballroom in Brooklyn, New York and tonight’s card is stacked!
Fooda: You can say that again, Carlos. Joel Carter will defend the EWA World Title against Phreak, The Atomic Punks will defend the EWA World Tag Team Titles against Power & Pain, and a card full of grudge matches!
Carlos: We have the tie-breaking third match between Tanakashi Shupiro and Mark Woodbridge, Scottie Adams vs. David Miereneuker, and the first-ever woman’s match in EWA history: Sarah Kaminsky vs. Valerie Knot.
Fooda: Also, tonight will see the Faith Breakers return to tag team action, and Jordan Delux’s in-ring EWA debut!
Jewel: The following match is your opening contest, and is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-seven (257) pounds… THE DEAL… JORDAN DELUX!
Delux comes down to the ring, microphone in hand.
Delux: Wow, what a few weeks, huh!? EWA gave me the option to HAND PICK my opponent tonight for my first match! The internet's been ablaze with speculation, my phone was ringing off the hook. "Who's it gonna be!?" The debates ran wild. Was it going to be Chris Everlast? Was it going to be Joel Carter? Was it going to be Phreak? Maybe I'd choose to set the globe on fire and step in here with Shupiro and give you all an international dream match. Maybe I'd even settle the score with....
(Jordan scratches his chin, thinking. The crowd erupts in a Jack Squat chant)
Delux: ...gah. I don't remember his name. It's been such a week, I can't remember squat. Anyway, everyone was very vocal about it, everyone was on the edge of their chairs, and I couldn't help but feel you guys were disappointed with my choice! Some of you, even Malcolm Metal, thought I made my pick out of disrespect. I can assure you all, I meant no disrespect to Malcolm Metal. Look. I thought I made it clear last time, I didn't come here to win "Dream Matches". I've been doing that for years. I came here elevate EWA, and make new stars. Malcolm Metal is one of the most talented guys on this roster, he's got so much potential. This is going to be the most talked about match of his career, and it will prove that I can make a STAR out of anyone I choose. Now, get him out here.
Jewel: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-nine (199) pounds… MALCOLM METAL!
Metal comes down to the ring, playing air guitar. He gets in the ring and looks eager to get at Delux. Eager to prove him wrong.
DING! DING! DING!
Collar and elbow tie up into and front facelock by Delux. Delux then takes Metal over with a hip toss, and starts stomping away at him. Delux bends down and picks him up, then hits him with a quick snap suplex. He picks Metal up again, and this time brings him down with an Orton-style backbreaker. Delux keeps his arm across Metal’s throat and rolls over, then locks in a grounded front face lock. He once again stands up with Metal and hits another snap suplex. Delux then starts trash talking.
Fooda: Jordan Delux is in control, and he is letting Metal know it.
Delux stands at Metal’s head, then mimes signing a check before charging off the ropes. Delux comes back and hits a huge leg drop on Metal. Delux then takes time to jaw with a few fans. When he sees Metal getting back to his feet, he runs in with a High Kne-METAL DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
Metal runs over to Delux and hits him with a back suplex, then handsprings up! Metal charges off the ropes and hits the Rockin’ Roll! He goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Delux gets a shoulder up!
Clearly surprised by Metal’s burst of offense, Jordan Delux rolls out of the ring to regroup. Metal starts a slow clap, and the fans join in, then he charges off of the ropes… STAGE DIVE!
DELUX CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULdERS (stumbling back a few paces to maintain his balance)… THEN POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL!
The ref starts the count out:
{ONE!}
{TWO!}
Delux picks Metal up and hits him with the DELUX DRIVER ON THE OUTSIDE!
Rather than roll Metal back into the ring, Delux goes for the pin on the outside:
Fooda: What the hell is he doing? You can’t get a pin outside of the ring. Everyone knows that!
Delux starts to count his own pinfall on Metal, but doesn’t stop at three. He continues all the way until ten. Then he gets up and takes his sweet time getting back into the ring, finally doing so when the referee’s count reaches {SEVENTEEN!}
{EIGHTEEN!}
{NINETEEN!}
{TWENTY!}
DING! DING! DING!
Jewel: Your winner, at a time of three minutes and four seconds (3:04)… JORDAN DELUX!
Carlos: What was that all about?
Delux asks for Jewel’s mic, and she hands it to him.
Delux: What was that all about? What was THAT all about!? I just beat one of the most promising guys in the EWA locker room without breaking a sweat. And I didn’t just beat him. I could have beaten him more than three times over! THAT is what THAT was all about. Here's my point: It DOESN'T MATTER WHO I'M IN THE RING WITH. If I can do that to Malcolm Metal, I'm not going to have much of a problem with anyone else on the roster. When this show has the highest viewership to date, ask yourselves, what were all those extra people tuning in to see? Carter and Phreak? Tien Triopiquer and what's his name? Keep dreamin. Where Jordan Delux goes, success follows. I prove it every day.
Delux puts the mic down, then walks back up the ramp. The referee goes over to Metal, who is just starting to get back up, and asks him if he wants help getting to the back. Metal declines, and eventually walks to the back under his own power, which gets some applause from the fans.
Jewel: The following contest is set for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit.
The lights dim and some familiar yet still freakish music engulfs the arena. Two figures appear in the entrance way.
Jewel: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Ivy and weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds, from parts unknown, THE REAPERRRR!!
Ivy leads the way as Reaper walks slowly to the ring. The fans boo Reaper, to which he is oblivious. The pair gets to the ring and Ivy holds the ropes open for her man once they get onto the ring apron. Reaper steps through and stands in the centre of the ring, surveying the crowd.
Jewel: And his opponent...
We put this festival on you bastards.... {Crowd pops}
Jewel: Hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS!!
Adams makes his way to the ring, eyes locked on the Reaper, hold his towel either side of his neck. As Adams reaches the end of the aisle, he stands momentarily and looks at the fans either side of him.
Carlos: This will not be the first time these two men have locked horns. They have squared off once in singles competition and also in tag team format back at Hangover.
Adams is now in the ring. He puts his towel over the ring post in a corner and loosens his neck up. Both men go to the centre of the ring and the Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING!!
Neither man circles or moves around too much and they lock in a solid collar and elbow straight off the bat. They struggle, but both men’s feet hardly shift from the middle of the ring. Eventually Reaper shoves Adams back against the ropes. Reaper just looks at his opponent, expressionless. Adams just loosens his neck again and then hooks up another collar and elbow. Again the men hardly move and again the Reaper forces Adams backwards. This time Reaper bares a sick grin. Adams just strokes his chin and rolls his shoulders. He goes to initiate another collar and elbow but quickly drops his hands and HEADBUTTS THE REAPER ON THE JAW!
Reaper stumbles backwards and Adams quickly dishes out some stiff chops to his chest {WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!}. Irish whip by Adams, deep arm drag on the Reaper.
Carlos: One from the “Dragon” playbook!
Adams wastes no time and swivels into a front face lock. Reaper works his way to his and quickly reverses into a hammerlock. Adams looks for a way out and reaches above his shoulder with his right arm. Adams has Reaper in a headlock and pulls a Judo style hip throw, then goes into a reverse arm bar. Reaper quickly gets to his feet and manages to counter with a side headlock takedown. Reaper still has the hold locked in for a few moments. Adams then wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist and rolls him over his chest so that the Reapers shoulders are on the mat, PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper rolls back to where he was. After a brief pause, Adams does the same again, another PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper again rolls back across Adams. This time Reaper works his way to his feet, bringing Adams up with him. Adams forces Reaper back to the ropes. He tries to send Reaper across the ring but the Gates Guardian manages to keep the side headlock intact. He takes Adams down to the mat again. Adams counters with a quick head scissors. The Reapers kicks out and is swiftly to his feet. He swings with a lariat but Adams ducks then reverses with a backslide, PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper kicks out!
Both men get up. Adams quickly straps on a front waist lock to Reaper, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Reaper manages to get up quite rapidly but stumbles into the waiting arms of Adams, T – BONE SUPLEX! Now Reaper struggles to his knees. Adams comes across and pulls him up, DRAGON SUP- NO! REAPER QUICKLY SHAKES ADAMS OF AND GOES BEHIND THE BRIT, DRAGON SUPLEX BY THE REAPER!
Fooda: Adams gets one of his own!
Reaper rises to his feet. He turns and punts Adams hard in the ribs, lifting the Brit off the floor. He lands another on Adams before pulling him up. Adams favours his midsection as Reaper forces him back into a corner. Reaper stomps Adams in the gut a few times then jams his left boot up into throat of his opponent.
Ref: Let it go Reaper, HEY! 1...2...3...4...
Reaper pulls away and stares down the Ref. Adams doubles over in the corner, holding his throat. Reaper turns back to him and nails him with a two strikes to the face. Reaper goes to lead Adams out of the corner then swings him back around and sends between the ropes, crashing into the ring post. Adams spills onto the apron the down onto the floor outside.
The Ref gets in Reapers face, who stalks him backwards towards the far corner. As Adams is on all fours outside, Ivy, making sure the Ref cannot see, run at the Brit and kicks him full pelt in the ribs!
Carlos: Hey what’s she think she’s doing huh?
Fooda: She was running to get out of Adams way and tripped over him, what’s it look like??
Fans in the front row let Ivy have it, the words “You” and “Slut” are picked up by the sound guys.
The Reaper now turns away from the Ref and makes his way over to the ropes. He steps through to the outside and the Ref starts a count. Reaper pulls Adams up and drives him back first into the edge of the ring apron. He does it a second time, before scooping Adams up, holding him fallaway slam style and ramming him into the ring post. He does it again, crushing the Brits spine on the steel. Reaper keeps a hold of Adams. He turns and hits Snake Eyes on the guardrail! Adams rolls around on the ringside floor clutching his throat.
Fooda: Don’t see anyone offering “The Aggro” a beer now, do you Carlos? HAHAHAHA!
The Reaper stomps on Adams a few times before picking him and rolling him into the ring, by the time the Ref gets to fourteen. Reaper steps through the ropes then pulls Adams up. Reaper sends his opponent across the ring, crashing into the turnbuckles. Adams stumbles out of the corner, back arched in pain and drops to one knee. Reaper walks over to and picks him up. He pauses with Adams held across his chest. Backbreaker by the Reaper! He doesn’t let go of Adams and hoists him over his right shoulder. Reaper then charges into another corner, crushing Adams into the top turnbuckle, back first. Reaper then turns with Adams still on his shoulder, Powerslam in the middle of the ring. Cover by Reaper,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...ADAMS KICKS OUT!!!
Carlos: I tell you, it took a lot of effort for Adams to break that pin.
Adams rolls onto his side as Reaper gets to his feet and mockingly pushes Adams’ head with his boot a couple of times. Reaper then pulls the Brit up to his feet. Irish whip by The Reaper. Adams comes back, Flap Jack in the middle of the ring! Reaper quickly stoops down to Adams and roll him onto his front. He grabs his opponent’s feet with one hand and his neck with the other. Reaper puts his knees into the back of Adams, BOW AND ARROW LOCK!
Fooda: This is it! Adams is gonna tap!!
Carlos: The Reaper has worked over the back of Adams, could he make the Englishman tap??
The Ref is straight down to Adams’ face.
Ref: George, do you give up?
Adams: NO!!
Reaper applies more torque. Adams waves his arms around like a bird tangled in a wire. {AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO!!!!}
Ref: George, again, do you give up?
Adams: NO, PISS OFF!!! NO!!
After a few more moments, Adams’ flailing eases off. {AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO!!}
Ref: George, what do you say?
Adams: no..no..
The Ref then raises Adams’ right wrist, the one closest to Reaper’s upper body. It drops once.
Carlos: Adams may not even be able to tap!
The Ref raises Adams’ right wrist again. It drops a second time. The Ref raises the wrist for a third time and...It stays up! {YEEEAAAAHHHH!!}
Carlos: Adams won’t quit!
Adams keeps his right arm in the air and makes a fist. He then smashes his forearm down across the chest of the Reaper. He does this twice then follows up with a faster succession of strikes. Reaper breaks the hold!
Adams rolls away towards the ropes as the Reaper starts to get up. The Brit begins to pull himself up using the top rope, when Reaper starts to fire in some right hands. Adams manages to get to his feet. He blocks a right then nails The Reaper with one of his own. He goes to land another but Reaper bats it away. Irish whip by The Reaper. Adams comes back off the ropes and ducks a clothesline, hits the ropes the other side and drives through Reaper with a huge Spear!
Adams gets to his feet quickly, but wearily takes in some air as Reaper favours his midsection after the Spear. Adams’ face now turns to anger and he goes over to Reaper. He starts to stomp on his opponent as he is trying to get to his feet. Adams brings Reaper up and steers him towards the corner. There, he drives Reaper head first into the top turnbuckle and turns him around. Adams drives his shoulder into the midsection of The Gates guardian. He does it a second time then hits Reaper with some hard forearms out of the corner. He then centres Reaper on the ropes. Irish whip by Adams, Backbody drop as The Reaper comes back!
Reaper is back up swiftly but Adams mows him down with a big clothesline. Reaper is up again and Adams sends him back to the mat with another clothesline. Cover by Adams,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...REAPER KICKS OUT!!
Adams drags Reaper up. He knees him in the gut then Butterflies his opponent’s arms and looks either side towards the fans, BUTTERFLY SUPLEX BY ADAMS! Adams is on Reaper like a shot. Front face lock by Adams, who brings Reaper into the centre of the ring. Adams lifts The Reaper, but Reaper doesn’t go up, FRONT SUPLEX BY REAPER! He drives Adams face first into the canvas.
Reaper gets to his feet and shakes off some cobwebs. He quickly gets to Adams before the Brit can get to his feet. Reaper grabs one of Adams’ ankles.
Carlos: Single Leg Boston Crab!!
Adams’ face is a picture of pain straight away.
Fooda: Reaper has Adams in the middle of the ring. He’s not getting out of this!
The Ref goes down to Adams face.
Ref: What do you say George?
Adams: NOOOOO!!!
Adams props himself up onto his forearms and shakes his head despite the pain. The crowd try to rouse “The Aggro”. He presses up and reaches out towards the ropes. Not being close enough, he tries to edge forward. Adams releases a pain stricken growl through gritted teeth while the Ref is in his face. He manages to edge even closer to bottom rope. {PLEASE DON’T TAP, PLEASE DON’T TAP!!} Adams puts his hands behind his head and buries his face in the mat as The Reaper wrenches on his leg. He looks up and reaches out again.
Adams: RRRAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!
Adams somehow gets within inches of reaching the rope. He shakes his head furiously as the Ref checks if he wants to quit. Adams pushes up from the mat in a huge attempt, he edges closer...
Carlos: CAN HE GET THERE???.....YES! {YEEAAHHHH!!}
Fooda: I don’t believe it!
The Ref forces Reaper to break the hold. The Zebra then gets stared down and backs away. Reaper turns his attention back to Adams, who is pulling himself up with the top rope. As Adams regains his stature, Reaper nails him with a hard knife edge chop {WOOOO!}, then a second {WOOO!}. Adams takes the hits, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. Reaper hits a third chop which rings around the arena. Adams becomes more intense.
Adams: COME ON YOU F*CKIN’ FREAK, GIVE ME ANOTHER!!!
Fooda: Has George Adams lost his damn mind???
Reaper stares at Adams momentarily, before slamming a chop across the Brit’s chest {WOOOOO!}. Adams slaps his own face a couple of times and tells Reaper to do it again! Reaper looks down towards Ivy, who gestures to just keep hitting him! Reaper looks back at Adams and delivers a fifth chop to his opponent. {WOOOOOOOO!!}
Carlos: My god they must of heard that across the Atlantic!
Adams’ face contorts in rage and he roars up into the face of the Reaper, who actually takes a step backwards! Adams then unloads with all manner of forearm and elbow strikes to the head and face of the Reaper. He batters him into one corner, then along the ropes to the next.
Carlos: Adams is beating The Reaper from pillar to post!
Adams pummels Reaper to the mat in a corner and proceeds to stamp the hell out of his midsection.
Carlos: Aggravated Assault!!!
Adams wheels away spewing various abuses into the air. He goes back to Reaper and drags him up to his feet. He hits a couple of European uppercuts to Reaper then goes behind, BACKDROP SUPLEX INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Adams is on Reaper like s**t off a hot shovel. He pulls him up, WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!{OOHHHHHH!}
Adams signal for one more. He brings Reaper up, OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Adams paces around the ring as the crowd pop. He stands over Reaper and draws his thumb across his throat.
Carlos: Adams wants to put Reaper away! He’s going for the Aggromatic. Reaper goes up, no wait! Reaper slides down behind Adams! Adams turns around, gets kicked in the gut! Powerbomb perhaps by Reap- NO! BARRY WHITE DRIVER, HE HAS ADAMS UP; ADAMS IS FIGHTING TO GET FREE, BACKSLIDE BY ADAMS!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...REAPER KICKS OUT!!
Both men get to their feet. Reaper goes at Adams with a wild swing, Adams counters with an Arm drag and as Reaper lands he quickly locks in LAST ORDERS!!!
Carlos: HE’S GOT IT IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING! ADAMS HAS A BODY SCISSORS SYNCHED IN TOO! THERE’S NO WAY REAPER CAN BREAK THIS HOLD..HE TAPS, HE TAPS!!!!! {YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!}
DING DING DING!!!
The Ref can’t get Adams to break the hold straight away.
Jewel: Here is your winner, in a time of thirteen minutes and thirty seven seconds and by way of submission, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMMMSSSSS!!!
Fooda: Another incredible performance from George Adams. I really thought The Reaper had him with that Single Leg Boston Crab earlier, but credit where it’s due, he’s a one tough little bastard!
Carlos: Indeed another fantastic victory for “The Aggro”, he is on a tremendous role here in EWA!
Adams finally breaks the hold and gets to his feet. The Ref raises his arm and Adams makes his way out of the ring. Ivy gets in the ring to tend to her man. Adams walks back up the aisle. He turns back to crowd and raises both arms into the air. The crowd show their support and Adams disappears to the back.
Fooda: You can say that again, Carlos. Joel Carter will defend the EWA World Title against Phreak, The Atomic Punks will defend the EWA World Tag Team Titles against Power & Pain, and a card full of grudge matches!
Carlos: We have the tie-breaking third match between Tanakashi Shupiro and Mark Woodbridge, Scottie Adams vs. David Miereneuker, and the first-ever woman’s match in EWA history: Sarah Kaminsky vs. Valerie Knot.
Fooda: Also, tonight will see the Faith Breakers return to tag team action, and Jordan Delux’s in-ring EWA debut!
Jewel: The following match is your opening contest, and is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-seven (257) pounds… THE DEAL… JORDAN DELUX!
Delux comes down to the ring, microphone in hand.
Delux: Wow, what a few weeks, huh!? EWA gave me the option to HAND PICK my opponent tonight for my first match! The internet's been ablaze with speculation, my phone was ringing off the hook. "Who's it gonna be!?" The debates ran wild. Was it going to be Chris Everlast? Was it going to be Joel Carter? Was it going to be Phreak? Maybe I'd choose to set the globe on fire and step in here with Shupiro and give you all an international dream match. Maybe I'd even settle the score with....
(Jordan scratches his chin, thinking. The crowd erupts in a Jack Squat chant)
Delux: ...gah. I don't remember his name. It's been such a week, I can't remember squat. Anyway, everyone was very vocal about it, everyone was on the edge of their chairs, and I couldn't help but feel you guys were disappointed with my choice! Some of you, even Malcolm Metal, thought I made my pick out of disrespect. I can assure you all, I meant no disrespect to Malcolm Metal. Look. I thought I made it clear last time, I didn't come here to win "Dream Matches". I've been doing that for years. I came here elevate EWA, and make new stars. Malcolm Metal is one of the most talented guys on this roster, he's got so much potential. This is going to be the most talked about match of his career, and it will prove that I can make a STAR out of anyone I choose. Now, get him out here.
Jewel: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-nine (199) pounds… MALCOLM METAL!
Metal comes down to the ring, playing air guitar. He gets in the ring and looks eager to get at Delux. Eager to prove him wrong.
DING! DING! DING!
Collar and elbow tie up into and front facelock by Delux. Delux then takes Metal over with a hip toss, and starts stomping away at him. Delux bends down and picks him up, then hits him with a quick snap suplex. He picks Metal up again, and this time brings him down with an Orton-style backbreaker. Delux keeps his arm across Metal’s throat and rolls over, then locks in a grounded front face lock. He once again stands up with Metal and hits another snap suplex. Delux then starts trash talking.
Fooda: Jordan Delux is in control, and he is letting Metal know it.
Delux stands at Metal’s head, then mimes signing a check before charging off the ropes. Delux comes back and hits a huge leg drop on Metal. Delux then takes time to jaw with a few fans. When he sees Metal getting back to his feet, he runs in with a High Kne-METAL DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
Metal runs over to Delux and hits him with a back suplex, then handsprings up! Metal charges off the ropes and hits the Rockin’ Roll! He goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Delux gets a shoulder up!
Clearly surprised by Metal’s burst of offense, Jordan Delux rolls out of the ring to regroup. Metal starts a slow clap, and the fans join in, then he charges off of the ropes… STAGE DIVE!
DELUX CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULdERS (stumbling back a few paces to maintain his balance)… THEN POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL!
The ref starts the count out:
{ONE!}
{TWO!}
Delux picks Metal up and hits him with the DELUX DRIVER ON THE OUTSIDE!
Rather than roll Metal back into the ring, Delux goes for the pin on the outside:
Fooda: What the hell is he doing? You can’t get a pin outside of the ring. Everyone knows that!
Delux starts to count his own pinfall on Metal, but doesn’t stop at three. He continues all the way until ten. Then he gets up and takes his sweet time getting back into the ring, finally doing so when the referee’s count reaches {SEVENTEEN!}
{EIGHTEEN!}
{NINETEEN!}
{TWENTY!}
DING! DING! DING!
Jewel: Your winner, at a time of three minutes and four seconds (3:04)… JORDAN DELUX!
Carlos: What was that all about?
Delux asks for Jewel’s mic, and she hands it to him.
Delux: What was that all about? What was THAT all about!? I just beat one of the most promising guys in the EWA locker room without breaking a sweat. And I didn’t just beat him. I could have beaten him more than three times over! THAT is what THAT was all about. Here's my point: It DOESN'T MATTER WHO I'M IN THE RING WITH. If I can do that to Malcolm Metal, I'm not going to have much of a problem with anyone else on the roster. When this show has the highest viewership to date, ask yourselves, what were all those extra people tuning in to see? Carter and Phreak? Tien Triopiquer and what's his name? Keep dreamin. Where Jordan Delux goes, success follows. I prove it every day.
Delux puts the mic down, then walks back up the ramp. The referee goes over to Metal, who is just starting to get back up, and asks him if he wants help getting to the back. Metal declines, and eventually walks to the back under his own power, which gets some applause from the fans.
Jewel: The following contest is set for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit.
The lights dim and some familiar yet still freakish music engulfs the arena. Two figures appear in the entrance way.
Jewel: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Ivy and weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds, from parts unknown, THE REAPERRRR!!
Ivy leads the way as Reaper walks slowly to the ring. The fans boo Reaper, to which he is oblivious. The pair gets to the ring and Ivy holds the ropes open for her man once they get onto the ring apron. Reaper steps through and stands in the centre of the ring, surveying the crowd.
Jewel: And his opponent...
We put this festival on you bastards.... {Crowd pops}
Jewel: Hailing from London, England and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS!!
Adams makes his way to the ring, eyes locked on the Reaper, hold his towel either side of his neck. As Adams reaches the end of the aisle, he stands momentarily and looks at the fans either side of him.
Carlos: This will not be the first time these two men have locked horns. They have squared off once in singles competition and also in tag team format back at Hangover.
Adams is now in the ring. He puts his towel over the ring post in a corner and loosens his neck up. Both men go to the centre of the ring and the Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING!!
Neither man circles or moves around too much and they lock in a solid collar and elbow straight off the bat. They struggle, but both men’s feet hardly shift from the middle of the ring. Eventually Reaper shoves Adams back against the ropes. Reaper just looks at his opponent, expressionless. Adams just loosens his neck again and then hooks up another collar and elbow. Again the men hardly move and again the Reaper forces Adams backwards. This time Reaper bares a sick grin. Adams just strokes his chin and rolls his shoulders. He goes to initiate another collar and elbow but quickly drops his hands and HEADBUTTS THE REAPER ON THE JAW!
Reaper stumbles backwards and Adams quickly dishes out some stiff chops to his chest {WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!}. Irish whip by Adams, deep arm drag on the Reaper.
Carlos: One from the “Dragon” playbook!
Adams wastes no time and swivels into a front face lock. Reaper works his way to his and quickly reverses into a hammerlock. Adams looks for a way out and reaches above his shoulder with his right arm. Adams has Reaper in a headlock and pulls a Judo style hip throw, then goes into a reverse arm bar. Reaper quickly gets to his feet and manages to counter with a side headlock takedown. Reaper still has the hold locked in for a few moments. Adams then wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist and rolls him over his chest so that the Reapers shoulders are on the mat, PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper rolls back to where he was. After a brief pause, Adams does the same again, another PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper again rolls back across Adams. This time Reaper works his way to his feet, bringing Adams up with him. Adams forces Reaper back to the ropes. He tries to send Reaper across the ring but the Gates Guardian manages to keep the side headlock intact. He takes Adams down to the mat again. Adams counters with a quick head scissors. The Reapers kicks out and is swiftly to his feet. He swings with a lariat but Adams ducks then reverses with a backslide, PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
Reaper kicks out!
Both men get up. Adams quickly straps on a front waist lock to Reaper, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Reaper manages to get up quite rapidly but stumbles into the waiting arms of Adams, T – BONE SUPLEX! Now Reaper struggles to his knees. Adams comes across and pulls him up, DRAGON SUP- NO! REAPER QUICKLY SHAKES ADAMS OF AND GOES BEHIND THE BRIT, DRAGON SUPLEX BY THE REAPER!
Fooda: Adams gets one of his own!
Reaper rises to his feet. He turns and punts Adams hard in the ribs, lifting the Brit off the floor. He lands another on Adams before pulling him up. Adams favours his midsection as Reaper forces him back into a corner. Reaper stomps Adams in the gut a few times then jams his left boot up into throat of his opponent.
Ref: Let it go Reaper, HEY! 1...2...3...4...
Reaper pulls away and stares down the Ref. Adams doubles over in the corner, holding his throat. Reaper turns back to him and nails him with a two strikes to the face. Reaper goes to lead Adams out of the corner then swings him back around and sends between the ropes, crashing into the ring post. Adams spills onto the apron the down onto the floor outside.
The Ref gets in Reapers face, who stalks him backwards towards the far corner. As Adams is on all fours outside, Ivy, making sure the Ref cannot see, run at the Brit and kicks him full pelt in the ribs!
Carlos: Hey what’s she think she’s doing huh?
Fooda: She was running to get out of Adams way and tripped over him, what’s it look like??
Fans in the front row let Ivy have it, the words “You” and “Slut” are picked up by the sound guys.
The Reaper now turns away from the Ref and makes his way over to the ropes. He steps through to the outside and the Ref starts a count. Reaper pulls Adams up and drives him back first into the edge of the ring apron. He does it a second time, before scooping Adams up, holding him fallaway slam style and ramming him into the ring post. He does it again, crushing the Brits spine on the steel. Reaper keeps a hold of Adams. He turns and hits Snake Eyes on the guardrail! Adams rolls around on the ringside floor clutching his throat.
Fooda: Don’t see anyone offering “The Aggro” a beer now, do you Carlos? HAHAHAHA!
The Reaper stomps on Adams a few times before picking him and rolling him into the ring, by the time the Ref gets to fourteen. Reaper steps through the ropes then pulls Adams up. Reaper sends his opponent across the ring, crashing into the turnbuckles. Adams stumbles out of the corner, back arched in pain and drops to one knee. Reaper walks over to and picks him up. He pauses with Adams held across his chest. Backbreaker by the Reaper! He doesn’t let go of Adams and hoists him over his right shoulder. Reaper then charges into another corner, crushing Adams into the top turnbuckle, back first. Reaper then turns with Adams still on his shoulder, Powerslam in the middle of the ring. Cover by Reaper,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...ADAMS KICKS OUT!!!
Carlos: I tell you, it took a lot of effort for Adams to break that pin.
Adams rolls onto his side as Reaper gets to his feet and mockingly pushes Adams’ head with his boot a couple of times. Reaper then pulls the Brit up to his feet. Irish whip by The Reaper. Adams comes back, Flap Jack in the middle of the ring! Reaper quickly stoops down to Adams and roll him onto his front. He grabs his opponent’s feet with one hand and his neck with the other. Reaper puts his knees into the back of Adams, BOW AND ARROW LOCK!
Fooda: This is it! Adams is gonna tap!!
Carlos: The Reaper has worked over the back of Adams, could he make the Englishman tap??
The Ref is straight down to Adams’ face.
Ref: George, do you give up?
Adams: NO!!
Reaper applies more torque. Adams waves his arms around like a bird tangled in a wire. {AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO!!!!}
Ref: George, again, do you give up?
Adams: NO, PISS OFF!!! NO!!
After a few more moments, Adams’ flailing eases off. {AG-GRO, AG-GRO, AG-GRO!!}
Ref: George, what do you say?
Adams: no..no..
The Ref then raises Adams’ right wrist, the one closest to Reaper’s upper body. It drops once.
Carlos: Adams may not even be able to tap!
The Ref raises Adams’ right wrist again. It drops a second time. The Ref raises the wrist for a third time and...It stays up! {YEEEAAAAHHHH!!}
Carlos: Adams won’t quit!
Adams keeps his right arm in the air and makes a fist. He then smashes his forearm down across the chest of the Reaper. He does this twice then follows up with a faster succession of strikes. Reaper breaks the hold!
Adams rolls away towards the ropes as the Reaper starts to get up. The Brit begins to pull himself up using the top rope, when Reaper starts to fire in some right hands. Adams manages to get to his feet. He blocks a right then nails The Reaper with one of his own. He goes to land another but Reaper bats it away. Irish whip by The Reaper. Adams comes back off the ropes and ducks a clothesline, hits the ropes the other side and drives through Reaper with a huge Spear!
Adams gets to his feet quickly, but wearily takes in some air as Reaper favours his midsection after the Spear. Adams’ face now turns to anger and he goes over to Reaper. He starts to stomp on his opponent as he is trying to get to his feet. Adams brings Reaper up and steers him towards the corner. There, he drives Reaper head first into the top turnbuckle and turns him around. Adams drives his shoulder into the midsection of The Gates guardian. He does it a second time then hits Reaper with some hard forearms out of the corner. He then centres Reaper on the ropes. Irish whip by Adams, Backbody drop as The Reaper comes back!
Reaper is back up swiftly but Adams mows him down with a big clothesline. Reaper is up again and Adams sends him back to the mat with another clothesline. Cover by Adams,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...REAPER KICKS OUT!!
Adams drags Reaper up. He knees him in the gut then Butterflies his opponent’s arms and looks either side towards the fans, BUTTERFLY SUPLEX BY ADAMS! Adams is on Reaper like a shot. Front face lock by Adams, who brings Reaper into the centre of the ring. Adams lifts The Reaper, but Reaper doesn’t go up, FRONT SUPLEX BY REAPER! He drives Adams face first into the canvas.
Reaper gets to his feet and shakes off some cobwebs. He quickly gets to Adams before the Brit can get to his feet. Reaper grabs one of Adams’ ankles.
Carlos: Single Leg Boston Crab!!
Adams’ face is a picture of pain straight away.
Fooda: Reaper has Adams in the middle of the ring. He’s not getting out of this!
The Ref goes down to Adams face.
Ref: What do you say George?
Adams: NOOOOO!!!
Adams props himself up onto his forearms and shakes his head despite the pain. The crowd try to rouse “The Aggro”. He presses up and reaches out towards the ropes. Not being close enough, he tries to edge forward. Adams releases a pain stricken growl through gritted teeth while the Ref is in his face. He manages to edge even closer to bottom rope. {PLEASE DON’T TAP, PLEASE DON’T TAP!!} Adams puts his hands behind his head and buries his face in the mat as The Reaper wrenches on his leg. He looks up and reaches out again.
Adams: RRRAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!
Adams somehow gets within inches of reaching the rope. He shakes his head furiously as the Ref checks if he wants to quit. Adams pushes up from the mat in a huge attempt, he edges closer...
Carlos: CAN HE GET THERE???.....YES! {YEEAAHHHH!!}
Fooda: I don’t believe it!
The Ref forces Reaper to break the hold. The Zebra then gets stared down and backs away. Reaper turns his attention back to Adams, who is pulling himself up with the top rope. As Adams regains his stature, Reaper nails him with a hard knife edge chop {WOOOO!}, then a second {WOOO!}. Adams takes the hits, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. Reaper hits a third chop which rings around the arena. Adams becomes more intense.
Adams: COME ON YOU F*CKIN’ FREAK, GIVE ME ANOTHER!!!
Fooda: Has George Adams lost his damn mind???
Reaper stares at Adams momentarily, before slamming a chop across the Brit’s chest {WOOOOO!}. Adams slaps his own face a couple of times and tells Reaper to do it again! Reaper looks down towards Ivy, who gestures to just keep hitting him! Reaper looks back at Adams and delivers a fifth chop to his opponent. {WOOOOOOOO!!}
Carlos: My god they must of heard that across the Atlantic!
Adams’ face contorts in rage and he roars up into the face of the Reaper, who actually takes a step backwards! Adams then unloads with all manner of forearm and elbow strikes to the head and face of the Reaper. He batters him into one corner, then along the ropes to the next.
Carlos: Adams is beating The Reaper from pillar to post!
Adams pummels Reaper to the mat in a corner and proceeds to stamp the hell out of his midsection.
Carlos: Aggravated Assault!!!
Adams wheels away spewing various abuses into the air. He goes back to Reaper and drags him up to his feet. He hits a couple of European uppercuts to Reaper then goes behind, BACKDROP SUPLEX INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Adams is on Reaper like s**t off a hot shovel. He pulls him up, WRIST CLUTCH EXPLODER!!!{OOHHHHHH!}
Adams signal for one more. He brings Reaper up, OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Adams paces around the ring as the crowd pop. He stands over Reaper and draws his thumb across his throat.
Carlos: Adams wants to put Reaper away! He’s going for the Aggromatic. Reaper goes up, no wait! Reaper slides down behind Adams! Adams turns around, gets kicked in the gut! Powerbomb perhaps by Reap- NO! BARRY WHITE DRIVER, HE HAS ADAMS UP; ADAMS IS FIGHTING TO GET FREE, BACKSLIDE BY ADAMS!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...REAPER KICKS OUT!!
Both men get to their feet. Reaper goes at Adams with a wild swing, Adams counters with an Arm drag and as Reaper lands he quickly locks in LAST ORDERS!!!
Carlos: HE’S GOT IT IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING! ADAMS HAS A BODY SCISSORS SYNCHED IN TOO! THERE’S NO WAY REAPER CAN BREAK THIS HOLD..HE TAPS, HE TAPS!!!!! {YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!}
DING DING DING!!!
The Ref can’t get Adams to break the hold straight away.
Jewel: Here is your winner, in a time of thirteen minutes and thirty seven seconds and by way of submission, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMMMSSSSS!!!
Fooda: Another incredible performance from George Adams. I really thought The Reaper had him with that Single Leg Boston Crab earlier, but credit where it’s due, he’s a one tough little bastard!
Carlos: Indeed another fantastic victory for “The Aggro”, he is on a tremendous role here in EWA!
Adams finally breaks the hold and gets to his feet. The Ref raises his arm and Adams makes his way out of the ring. Ivy gets in the ring to tend to her man. Adams walks back up the aisle. He turns back to crowd and raises both arms into the air. The crowd show their support and Adams disappears to the back.