15th November 2006

[FWF]

STRACHON: Welcome to Live-Wire!

BETHEA: A great show for you tonight.

STRACHON: It’s champion versus champion in our main event.

BETHEA: And that’s not all. As we ta…

Bethea is cut off by the sound of “Line in the Sand” by Motorhead. A neon green light surrounds the arena and James Bohne, Gangsta Mak and Couch Potato enter the arena. With the crowd booing, they walk down the ramp and get into the ring.

BETHEA: Well this is unexpected.

Mak and Couch get on adjacent turnbuckles as James stands in the centre of the ring, taunting. He snatches the microphone from ring announcer, Simon Jenkins and begins to speak.

BOHNE: For those of you who don’t know who we are… this is Couch Potato! This is the Cruiserweight champion, Gangsta Mak! …And I am the Assassin… James Bohne! Together, we are the Weird World Order!

BETHEA: We know!

STRACHON: Quiet.

BOHNE: All of us are in matches tonight. Couch Potato is going to destroy some random jobber… Gangsta Mak is in the main event against Oswald Brodd. Now, Brodd… you may have beaten me in the past, but that a fluke. G-Mak over here will teach you a lesson you will never forget.

BETHEA: Is there a point to this?

BOHNE: And then I have a match against… erm… Drain? It doesn’t matter… I don’t need to worry about him. He’s just simply a warm up for this Friday. At Bloodthirst… I will step into the ring with the only FWF Hall of Famer… Ernest Bethea. But with those initials in front of that status, it doesn’t really mean much.

Bethea slowly stands up and removes his headset. James turns to look at him as Ernest stares at him.

BOHNE: Sorry, old man. Hey, shouldn’t you be resting? I don’t want you coming in here… you might pop a knee cap.

Bethea begins to walk around the table. He then jumps up onto the apron. James laughs at him. Bethea turns around, about to jump back down. James then runs at Bethea and knocks him off the apron. Mak, James and Couch get out of the ring. They then begin to stomp away at Bethea. After a moment, they run around the ring. With the crowd booing, they begin to walk up the ramp. They then head backstage.

STRACHON: Haha, that was great. Hey, Bethea, need some help? Ha.

Bethea slowly stands and takes a seat back down.

BETHEA: I can’t believe that.

STRACHON: Want me to call them out… get them to do it again?

BETHEA: Do you want me to take out my anger on someone else?

STRACHON: No, sir.

"The Game" by Motorhead hits and King Of Kings walks out to the ring with a bottle of water. He stands on the apron and takes a swig of water. He then looks up and spits the water into the air.

JENKINS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ...from Derby, England ...weighing 260 pounds ..."the King Of Kings" Joe Page!

'O Fortuna' hits, and blue and purple lights start to illuminate the arena. Smoke slowly rises from the stage. Slowly, Daniels comes out, a grimace on his face. After a few seconds, Daniels slowly makes his way down to the ring, the scowl never leaving. As Daniels gets to the ring, he takes a slow lap around it, before rolling in. He scans the crowd, showing his contempt, before he finally fixes his gaze on his opponent. Daniels slowly lifts his right arm and poses.

JENKINS: And the opponent ...from Chicago, Illinois ...weighing 239 pounds ...“The Foregone Conclusion” Matt Daniels!

The bell rings. Daniels locks up with KOK. KOK backs Daniels into the corner. He releases the lockup, and then chops Daniels hard in the chest. He then spears him in the corner. KOK goes for another spear, but Daniels avoids it and counters into a sunset flip. 1...2... KOK kicks out.

BETHEA: Unique counter there!

KOK rolls away from Daniels and bounces off the ropes. As he bounces back, he attempts a clothesline. Daniels ducks and throws KOK to the floor by his hair.

BETHEA: What a dirty move!

STRACHON: That is genius!

Daniels then begins stomping on KOK. He then applies a choke, which the referee tells him to release. 1...2...3...4... Daniels releases the hold. He picks KOK up and suplexes him. He makes the cover. 1...2... KOK kicks out.

STRACHON: Almost had him!

Daniels grabs KOK by the hair and throws him into the corner. He then charges at KOK, who moves, sending Daniels crashing into the turnbuckle. KOK rolls Daniels up. 1...2... Daniels swiftly kicks out, and kicks KOK in the mouth.

STRACHON: Just a reminder, this Friday, FWF presents Bloodthirst!

BETHEA: Featuring yours truly against James Bohne! wWo is going down this Friday!

STRACHON: Doubt it. You’ve been out for six months!

BETHEA: It won’t affect me! Strachon, to kill a snake, you gotta cut it off at the head. And that’s exactly what I’m doing this Friday! And there’s two things you, James Bohne, and everyone else can do about it: NOTHING AND LIKE IT!

Daniels goes for the cover. 1...2... KOK kicks out. Daniels picks KOK up by the hair and whips him off the ropes. KOK ducks under the clothesline attempt and bounces back with a knee charge. KOK then delivers a legdrop. He makes the cover. 1...2... Daniels kicks out.

STRACHON: So close!

KOK picks Daniels up and uppercuts him. He whips Daniels off the ropes and delivers a back body drop. Daniels gets up and KOK back body drops him again. He covers. 1...2... Daniels kicks out. KOK picks Daniels up and whips him off the ropes, and bounces off the opposite rope. Both men deliver clotheslines, knocking the other down.

BETHEA: Both men down! What will happen here?

Eric Wiles is seen running down the ramp as both KOK and Daniels are getting up. KOK kicks Matt in the stomach and hooks both of his arms. He then nails the pedigree. Wiles grabs KOK’s tag belt and gets in the ring. KOK turns around and is hit over the head with the title. The bell sounds.

JENKINS: Here is your winner by disqualification… "King Of Kings" Joe Page!

BETHEA: Hey! He had no right to be out here.

Wiles drops the belt over KOK and rolls Daniels out of the ring. He then helps him to the back. After a moment, KOK gets up. Looking disappointed, he heads backstage.

BETHEA: Well, King of Kings got the win.

STRACHON: This time maybe.

BETHEA: He and Shawn Fuller will collide with Wiles and Daniels this Friday.

STRACHON: And Nova Fas will walk out with the belts.

Couch Potato plays on the P.A. system as Couch Potato enters the stage on a lazy boy.

JENKINS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, MA… Couch Potato!

Couch Potato begins to roll down the ramp in his lazy boy, and stops just before hitting the ring. He gets off the lazy boy, and climbs into the ring and gives the referee a hug.

JENKINS: And his opponent, making his debut in FWF. He is from Antarctica… Ice!

The sound of wind blowing, and thunder is heard. Then Ice plays on the P.A. as Ice walks down to the ring, shaking hands with the audience members before entering the ring.

STRACHON: What nerve, putting a newcomer against someone as great as a wWo member. Do they want him to get injured or something?

BETHEA: And how exactly do you know how good Ice is in the first place? He could be ten times better than all of the wWo put together.

STRACHON: I know that isn’t true, because in order to do that, he’d have to be in the wWo.

BETHEA: I worry about you sometimes.

The referee motions for the bell to start, with Couch Potato nailing a clothesline on Ice. Ice quickly gets up and hits Couch with a clothesline of his own. Couch also quickly gets up, and the two lock up. Couch Potato knees Ice in the stomach, and turns him around. He then executes a German Suplex.

STRACHON: Beautiful.

BETHEA: Seriously, if you want to marry them, I know a guy who can set that up for you.

STRACHON: Little five year old jokes don’t impress anyone.

Couch goes over to Ice, and picks up both of his legs by the feet. He then slams Ice’s legs in opposite directions. Ice begins to hold his legs in pain, only to be hit with a kick to the back of the head by Couch. Couch Potato then picks up Ice to set up for a DDT, but Ice elbows Couch in the stomach, and hits him with a spine buster.

BETHEA: Now that is what I call a comeback.

STRACHON: Anyone could do that.

BETHEA: You get excited when a wWo member hit’s a clothesline, don’t give me that.

Ice then hits Couch with a leg drop across the neck. He gets up, and starts stomping on the chest of Couch Potato. Ice then picks up Couch Potato, and sets him up for a military press. He then power slams Couch into the mat.

BETHEA: I believe he calls that getting “Ice Creamed”.

STRACHON: Who came up with that name?

BETHEA: Him, Didn’t I just say that?

Ice then sets Couch Potato up for a boston crab, but he is rolled into a pin by Couch Potato. The ref begins to count the pin. ...1 ...2. Ice breaks out of the pin. Ice and Couch both get to their feet, and lock up once again. Couch Potato kicks Ice in the stomach, and gives Ice a suplex. He picks Ice up, and hits another suplex. He gets Ice up once more, and executes a third suplex, slamming Ice to the mat much harder than the first two.

STRACHON: He just hit the lazy amigos!

BETHEA: It could be over here.

Couch Potato puts a headlock on Ice. Ice immediately tries breaking the hold. Couch, realizing this slams Ice head first into the mat. Couch then waits for Ice to be in position, and executes a shining wizard, causing Ice to fall to the mat once again.

STRACHON: And it’s over.

BETHEA: Don’t be too sure, Ice has made it this far.

Couch climbs the turnbuckle, and flies at Ice with a flying elbow drop, hitting his elbow hard into the mat, after Ice moves out of the way at the last minute. Both men are in pain on the mat, and they each try to get to their feet first.

BETHEA: Who will get to their feet first?

STRACHON: Couch will. And win.

BETHEA: Will you stop already, you’re obsessed.

They both slowly get up, with Couch getting up slightly before Ice. He kicks Ice in the stomach and bounces off the ropes. He then nails the Lazy-Boi. He covers. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner …Couch Potato!

STRACHON: Yes! More wins from the wWo …when we return.

[FWF]

STRACHON: Welcome back to Live-Wire.

BETHEA: Some great matches still to come.

STRACHON: Including this one.

Pathetic blares over the P.A. system as James comes out through the curtain, as he makes his way down the ramp green pyro explodes on the stage. He then enters the ring and goes to the middle. He raises his fist in the air as green pyro shoots out from each turnbuckle.

JENKINS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ...from Salem, new Hampshire ...weighing 180 pounds ...“The Assassin” James Bohne!

STRACHON: New music for James Bohne!

BETHEA: Music doesn’t win matches, Strachon!

STRACHON: I was only saying…

The lights dim as a lightning bolt strikes the stage and God Of Thunder begins playing as Drake walks out.

Charles: And the opponent ...from Cornwall, New York ...weighing 236 pounds ...Prozac!

The bell rings. Prozac attempts the lockup but James kicks him in the gut. He then throws Prozac to the corner and charges at him. Prozacmoves and sends James face first into the turnbuckle. He then rolls James up. ...1 ...2. James kicks out.

STRACHON: Almost had him!

As both men get up, Prozac dropkicks James square in the face, sending him crashing to the outside. As James gets slowly to his feet, Prozac delivers a baseball slide, sending James crashing into the barriers.

BETHEA: See? There’s nothing special about James Bohne! He’s going down at Bloodthirst!

STRACHON: Come on! James is wWo leader, and a finely conditioned athlete! There’s no way he an lose to a washed-up has-been like yourself!

BETHEA: Has-been? Watch your mouth, Strachon!

Prozac drops to the floor and attempts to kick James, but the attempt is blocked, and James uppercuts him. He then grabs Prozac and sends him crashing into the steel steps.

STRACHON: Come on, James!

James then rolls into the ring as the referee starts to count out the fallen Prozac. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Drake starts to get to his feet. ...5 ...6. Prozac rolls into the ring slowly, and James drops an elbow to his back. He then attempts to apply the Crossface, but Prozac gets his foot on the ropes, forcing James to release the hold.

BETHEA: Rookie mistake! Never apply a hold too close to the ropes! If he does that at Bloodthirst, I’ll make him pay!

James gets to his feet and waits for Prozac to do the same. As he gets to his knees, James kicks him hard in the chest. He then pins Prozac. 1...2... Prozac kicks out. James then signals for the top rope. He climbs to the top, but Prozac cuts him off. They begin exchanging blows.

STRACHON: Both men in a precarious position here!

James throws a punch but misses. Prozac sees the opening and nails him with an uppercut. He then grabs James and puts him into position for a superplex. James blocks the attempt by holding on to the ropes, but Prozac hits him, and gets back into position. This time, he nails the superplex.

BETHEA: Both men down! Who will get to their feet first?

Prozac reaches over to pin James. …1 …2. James kicks out. Prozac looks amazed. He stands and waits for James to get up. He does so and Prozac bounces against the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but James ducks and Prozac hits the referee.

STRACHON: Use it!

James then low blows Prozac. He then nails the JKO. Bethea quickly stands, taking off his headset and running into the ring. James looks at him. He then charges at him, only to be caught with a spine buster by Ernest. James slowly gets to his feet and Bethea places his head between his legs. He then lifts him into the powerbomb position and crashes him down with a Bethea Bomb as the referee begins to move. Bethea returns to his place at the table.

STRACHON: What the hell was that?

BETHEA: Revenge.

STRACHON: Call the bell. DQ!

BETHEA: This is just the beginning.

The referee gets up and looks around. Drake has enough energy to put his arm over James. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner …Prozac!

Members of ring crew help the two wrestlers to the back. Remedy begins blaring on the P.A. system as Shawn Fuller walks through the curtain, and makes his way down the ramp. About halfway down he stops, as huge eruptions of pyro go off.

JENKINS: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from Duram, North Carolina ...he is one half of the FWF United States Tag Team Champions …“The Showstopper” Shawn Fuller!

Shawn continues walking down the ramp, and slides into the ring. O’ Fortuna then hits the P.A. system as Eric Wiles walks onto the stage, and starts walking down the ramp, ignoring the boos from the fans.

JENKINS: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… Eric Wiles!

Eric then slides into the ring, as the referee motions for the bell.

BETHEA: As we already know, Eric Wiles and Matt Daniels, also known as Novo Fas will be challenging Shawn Fuller and King of Kings for the United States Tag Titles.

STRACHON: What a match that will be. Though I got to hand it to my man Eric Wiles, he is an extremely great athlete.

BETHEA: Both of these men are tremendous athletes. As well as their partners. It’s too hard to predict the outcome of this match.

Eric and Shawn lock up. Shawn over powers Eric, and hits Eric with a suplex. He quickly follows Eric to the mat, and puts him in a headlock. Eric tries getting out of the hold, but is unable to budge. After about a minute, Eric seems to be knocked out, so Shawn releases the hold and attempts an elbow drop on Eric, however Eric quickly gets out of the way.

STRACHON: He was playing possum! That proves he is brilliant.

BETHEA: And a good actor, not many people could do that with all that pressure on them.

Eric takes advantage of the fallen Shawn, and applies a hammerlock on him. Shawn yells out in pain, and reaches tries frantically to grab the ropes, which he is eventually able to grab, forcing Eric to release the hold.

STRACHON: There he is weakening the arm of Shawn Fuller. If you weaken one body part enough, you can usually win the match rather easily.

BETHEA: But try that one part too much, and they will most likely do it right back if they get the chance.

STRACHON: If being the key word. It’s not likely to happen.

Eric pulls Shawn away from the ropes, and slams him back down to the mat. He repeatedly stomps on the arm of Shawn. He then twists Shawn’s arm, causing him to yell out in pain. Shawn is able to get to his feet, and out of nowhere does a backflip, stopping the pain to his arm. He then hits Eric with an uppercut, making him fall backwards onto the mat.

BETHEA: That’s the kind of athleticism I was talking about. He got out of that with ease.

STRACHON: With all that pressure on the arm as well. That is fantastic.

BETHEA: Did you just compliment someone? This must be the end of the world.

Shawn runs over to Eric, and drops his knee into his face. He then begins to repeatedly punch Eric in the face. Eric places both of his hands over his face, keeping Shawn from being able to hit it. Shawn gets off of Eric, and ascends the top rope. Eric is barely able to get up, but he has just enough strength to throw Shawn of the turnbuckle, making him land head first on the mat.

STRACHON: That’s gonna kill in the morning.

BETHEA: Forget tomorrow, that probably kills now.

Eric almost collapses against the turnbuckle, while trying to regain strength. Shawn slowly rises to his feet, barely able to walk straight. Eric turns around, and hits Shawn with a clothesline. Shawn gets up once again, only to be hit with a bulldog by Eric.

STRACHON: Eric’s making a huge comeback here.

BETHEA: He may be able to end it if he gets enough momentum.

Eric picks Shawn back up. Shawn tries to retaliate by powering up for a powerful uppercut, but Eric quickly pokes Shawn in the eyes. Shawn falls back in pain, rubbing his eyes. He then quickly charges at Eric, spearing him to the mat. Shawn gets up, still groggy, and tries to snap out of it.

BETHEA: Both of these men are barely able to do a thing. Eric’s in pain, and Shawn can barely walk straight.

Eric Irish-whips Shawn into the corner. He then runs at him with a spear, but Shawn moves out of the way and Eric hits his head into the ring post. He stumbles out and is kicked in the stomach by Shawn. Shawn then nails the pedigree. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner …Shawn Fuller!

BETHEA: What a match!

STRACHON: Yeah, it was good… until the end.

BETHEA: What was wrong with it? Shawn won fairly.

STRACHON: I’m surprised you didn’t help him.
It’s now time for our main event.

BETHEA: It’s champion versus champion.

STRACHON: And it’s next!

The light fades and “The Pursuit of Vikings” by Amon Amarth starts. As Oswald appears on the stage the light comes back on and smoke starts to cover the stage. As he walks towards the ring, he drinks mjöd (Viking wine) from a horn, which he has cut off from an ox. He slowly steps into the ring, and takes his coat and helmet off as he waits for his opponent.

JENKINS: The following match scheduled is for one fall. Introducing first …from Denmark …weighing in at 275 pounds …the FWF Hardcore champion …Oswald Brodd!

“I’ll Whip Yo’ Head” by 50 Cent plays. An explosion occurs around the titantron area and Gangsta Mak walks out. He walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.

JENKINS: His opponent, from New York City, New York …weighing in at 205 pounds …the wWo Cruiserweight Champion …Gangsta Mak!

The bell sounds and both men lock up. Brodd overpowers Mak into the corner. He goes for a right hand, but Mak ducks. Mak then begins to deliver a range of right hands to Brodd. He Irish-whips Brodd, but Oswald counters, sending Mak into the opposite corner.

STRACHON: So, let me ask you, Bethea. Are you planning on screwing Mak out of this match?

BETHEA: He got what was coming to him.

Mak stumbles out of the corner and Brodd lifts him up, dropping him back down with a sidewalk slam. Both men get up. Mak then charges at Oswald, but Brodd catches him, lifting him into the air before slamming him with a spinebuster. Mak rolls to the outside.

STRACHON: Quick, while he’s there… hit him.

BETHEA: Drop it!

Gangsta gets up on the apron. Brodd walks over to him, but Mak reaches into the ring, grabbing Brodd’s head before dropping down with the stunner, with Brodd’s neck bouncing off the top rope. Mak gets into the ring and quickly covers. …1. Brodd kicks out.

BETHEA: Just the one.

Mak begins to pick Oswald up. He then takes him into the corner. Mak begins to deliver a range of shots to Brodd’s midsection. Brodd stumbles out of the corner and Mak kicks him in the stomach. He then executes the neckbreaker before covering. …1 …2. Brodd kicks out.

STRACHON: What will be your reaction after James Bohne beats you, Beast?

BETHEA: I beg your pardon.

STRACHON: This Friday?

BETHEA: I think “pinch me, I’m dreaming” will do.

Mak picks Brodd up and gets him in a wristlock. He then begins to climb the tunbuckle, still holding onto Brodd’s arm. He walks along the top rope. He then jumps off, going for the Old School, but Brodd catches him, grabbing his arm.

BETHEA: Old school failed!

Brodd then gets Mak in a wristlock. He executes the Danish Legsweep. Brodd covers. …1 …2. Mak kicks out. Brodd picks him up and Irish-whips him. He goes for the Clothesline From Valhalla, but Mak ducks. Mak then nails the tornado DDT out of desperation.

STRACHON: Both men down!

The referee begins to count. …1 …2 …3. Mak begins to crawl up the ropes. …4 …5 …6. Mak gets up as Brodd gets to one knee. Mak grabs him and picks him up. He bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Brodd ducks. Brodd then nails the Danish suplex. Mak gets up and Brodd nails a bulldog.

BETHEA: The Viking is like a house on fire.

STRACHON: Or a squirrel on ecstasy.

Mak gets up. He staggers over to Brodd and is picked up into the fireman’s carry position. Brodd then crashes down with the Danish Drop. He covers. …1 …2 …Mak kicks out. Oswald slowly picks him up and Irish-whips him into the corner. He runs at him for a splash, but Mak moves and Brodd hits the corner.

STRACHON: No body home.

Brodd stumbles out of the corner and Mak kicks him in the stomach. He then places his head between his legs and tries to lift him up to a powerbomb position, but is not strong enough. Brodd then backdrops Mak. Mak gets up. Brodd walks over to him, but Mak pokes him in the eye.

BETHEA: That was a cheap shot.

STRACHON: You’d know about that.

Mak tries to lift Brodd into the tombstone position, but Brodd is too heavy. Mak bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Oswald ducks. Mak bounces back and is hit with the Clothesline From Valhalla, out of nowhere. Brodd pins Mak. …1 …2 …3.

JENKINS: The winner of the match …Oswald Brodd!

STRACHON: Damn it!

BETHEA: wWo down… just like what we’re gonna see this Friday.

STRACHON: Don’t count on it.

BETHEA: That’s all for us tonight.

STRACHON: We’ll see you at Bloodthirst.