ECW
Episode 4- "Out!"
ECW came on the air instantly, no theme song this week. The ring was already full with Paul Heyman, Tommy Dreamer and some very important business type men as well. Heyman asked for the crowd to listen and they complied for the moment. "You know who you are," Heyman said dead serious and right into the camera, "Don't kid yourself by thinking you have us fooled. Don't think you're pulling a fast one on us. I know you're watching this. I don't know what you're deal is down south but you got alot of balls making any sort of appearance at an ECW show. You left me! You left us and you bailed out on the fans that adored and loved you! They idolized you! Hell, they even forgave you when you made your triumphant return. But then, you left... again. And while you were being made a hardcore joke out of, I was struggling just to keep my head above water! HOW DARE YOU EVEN BRIEFLY THINK YOU HAVE A PLACE IN THIS COMPANY! YOU, RAVEN, CAN GO DIRECTLY TO HELL!" . Heyman was so irate that his face turned red and his eyes were almost bulging.
Dreamer took the microphone, he was angry but much more calm. "You know, ECW fans aren't stupid... they're not blind. They know what's going on. You see, ECW was never about pulling the wool over fans' eyes. We were never about trying to make the fans believe some crock of shit. So why now, huh? Why are you showing up now but not showing your face? What the hell did you do? I talked to everyone in the building last week and nobody said they saw you. What... did you wear a damn disguise? Look, Raven, i'm putting a stop to this before it even starts. If you want to wrestle..."
Heyman forcebly ripped the mic out of Tommy's hands, shocking the wrestler. "NO! That bastard is not allowed in an ECW ring! Don't even speak that name. Tommy, he abandoned me twice! I made him!" . Paul looked into the camera, "You hear me, bastard? I MADE YOU! If you set foot in this fucking ring I will have you put in jail! I've already placed a restraining order!"
"I've never seen Paul like this." Tazz mentioned. "He's really shook up about."
"As far as I know, Raven is still wrestling down south. There's been speculation, and fans can read this on the ECW website, that it wasn't even Raven last week. The rumor is this was all a practical joke that's been taken too seriously." Styles explained thoroughly. "I'm just surprised at how far this has gotten under Paul Heyman's skin. I was unaware of this hatred he has for Raven."
"Last I knew, Raven left on good terms... both times."
Heyman turned to the announce team and got out of the ring, somewhat startling them. "Don't even think about making him look good at all! He left and he tried to take everyone with him! He tried to run me out of business! Raven can go to hell!"
From behind, Tommy took the microphone away from and tried to calm Paul down. "C'mon Paul, let's get you backstage." . It was one of few times that an ECW crowd wasn't quite sure how to respond. They had never really witnessed Heyman loose his cool quite like this.
"Folks, this crowd is a bit stunned by what transpired. Nevertheless, we have a good show set for you all tonight. Because, in that ring right there, you will see Sandman and Big Show one on one. Also, we are expecting to hear from the FBI sometime during the course of this hour. And, to finish us off on our fourth show, our main event will be Sabu defending his ECW Heavyweight title against Justin Credible." Styles ran down the card.
"Don't go nowhere, people, ECW is always full of surprises." Tazz finished.
Sandman vs. Big Show...
ECW came back on the air in a huge way... literally. The Big Show had made his way down the aisle to a very loud round of boos. This next match had been a rivalry brewing since the premiere when Sandman interfered in Show's match. The next week saw Show interfere in Sandman's match. Sandman was looking to add a notch to his belt while the 7-footer was looking to make a name for himself in the hallowed halls of ECW. Sandman made his entrance and the match was set to begin with the bell ringing to signify the start.
They circled each other momentarily but then Show went for a clothesline, Sandman ducked and started whipping Show in the back with his kendo stick. The sickening cracks echoed through the arena but had little to no effect on the monster. Show turned, grabbed the stick and broke it over his knee.
"BIG SHOW SUCKS! BIG SHOW SUCKS!"
The crowd heavily booed the big man but he ignored them and booted Sandman in the chest, knocking the ECW veteran down to the mat. Show then slowly picked up Sandman and hoisted him up for a bodyslam but Sandman slipped out of it and snuck in a low-blow! After that, Sandman picked up the broken kendo stick and started cracking Show over the head with both pieces. The crowd cheered and Show stumbled backward. Sandman then got up on the turnbuckle and was dropping down for a smash to the head but Show caught Sandman by the neck, to a round of boos, and set up for what was thought to be a very powerful choke slam. Show lifted him up but the crafty veteran used a piece of kendo stick and jabbed it into Big Show's jaw! This instance of quick thinking paid off when Big Show doubled-over from the sharp pain.
Sandman thought even quicker than before and ddt'd Big Show. He then covered. 1...2... and Show kicked out with ease. He sat up quickly, rage filling his eyes. Sandman slipped out of the ring, picked up a beer and a chair then returned, swinging the chair though Show ducked. He then came back and nearly broke the chair in half over the 500 pounder's skull! Show was dazed but not out.
The Sandman tried to think of a plan to dispose of this monster. He then started bashing the beer can into Show's head repeatedly with the beverage flying all over the ring! It wasn't long until Show fell flat on his face. Sandman then dropped in with one more chair shot and covered Show. It was 1 and 2 and 3! The crowd roared, very pleased with the result.
"Sandman took advantage of a rookie to the ECW rules and he did it perfectly." Styles explained.
Backstage...
Somewhere in the back, exact location un-determined. A young man with semi-long dark hair, many tattoos, a slight goatee and a lip piercing, was staring directly into the camera. His face expressing focus and intensity as he started to speak. "These tattoos you see, this man you see, it's not all for show and it's not just some act. I am my own... I am who I am. I'm straight edge. For those not informed... I don't drink, I don't smoke and I don't do drugs. You see, I have complete control over my own mind and body. And that control is gonna come in real handy when I make my debut in ECW." . He paused, slightly smirking. "Philly, get ready for... CM Punk."
Next segment...
The screen faded to black while ECW on Sci-Fi went to commercial. When the show returned, there was quite the scene inside the ring. The FBI, equipped with lawyers, were helping Tony Mamaluke, equipped with neckbrace, into the ring. The crowd simply sat back and enjoyed the show being presented. Little Guido took a mic and started while Tony visibly seemed to be in alot of pain.
"Well, fans, as you're now seeing on your screens, last week our ECW rookie... Block and Mickie James interrupted the tag team title match which, as much as I hate to say it, they had the right to do so considering both of their troubles with the FBI." Joey explained.
"Yeah, the whole deal was capped off by Block pulling of a nice inverted neckbreaker across a chair that was set in an upright position. Last week, Mamaluke here claimed he was paralyzed." Tazz said.
"WHERE'S MY PIZZA? WHERE'S MY PIZZA?"
Little Guido had that damn smug look on his face, eyeing the crowd. "C'mon, you think this is funny?" he asked, gesturing to Tony. "Huh? Think this is comedy? Well, forget about that!"
Trinity took the mic, inserting herself into the picture. "Mickie James and Block. Both of you have a hell of alot to explain! Mickie, don't think i've let the women's title slip my mind because I haven't."
Painfully, Tony was given the mic. Through tears, through the pain, he spoke. "B... Block, how you could, huh? How... how could you break my neck in 7 different places? Where's your sense of commoradarary, Block?"
Tazz chuckled. "How'd he say that big word, again?"
"A great wrestler he is. A great speaker he is not." Styles joked.
Guido was given the mic, he smiled. "You dirtbag, Block, you damn dirtbag! We've got laywers here, but you chickened out and pulled a no show along with your babe, huh?" . Trinity then whispered something in Little Guido's ear. "Oh, my apologies, it's just come to my attention that she isn't your baby. She's just your Diva tramp!" . They all laughed and the crowd gave a slight cheer but nothing special. "Ok, let's get to the point. Block, since you pulled a no show tonight, expect a court summonce on your doorstep in the morning." . Guido tossed the mic away and their music hit.
Suddenly, Paul Heyman came out with an annoyed look on his face. "You just wasted 5 minutes of precious air time to reveal to the world that you're sueing Block? First off, bullshit, he's a damn rookie who's broke! Second of all, this ain't the WWE or TNA or anywhere else! This is ECW! So, here it is loud and clear. The FBI will face Block, Mickie James and a team to be determined, at ECW Heatwave in a Chicago Street Fight!" . The crowd came alive with excitement. "Yeah, now that's an announcement!"
"That's the 2nd match declared for Heatwave and I couldn't be happier!" Joey exclaimed. "Up next, we have Sabu defending his gold against Justin Credible."
Main Event...
The time had come for another ECW on SciFi main event. The ring announcer introduced Justin Credible as the challenger, then there was a moment of quiet as tension built and Sabu finally made an entrance with the belt around his waist. The crowd cheered on their favorite... Sabu. After he entered the ring and all introductions had been taken care of properly, the bell was rung and the match began. At first, the two competitors circled each other, Sabu stomping closer every few seconds just to stir up Credible's concentration. At last, they grappled in a collar and elbow tie-up. Justin had the advantage backing Sabu in the corner but Sabu quickly retaliated with a few knife edge chops, followed by a boot to the midsection. Credible dropped to his knees, rolled to a corner and sat there just a moment to regain composure and break any momentum going against him.
Sabu waited and Credible was back up to his feet and charging with a clothesline. Sabu ducked and ran against the ropes then nailed Credible with a clothesline of his own. Justin quickly got back up and taunted Sabu to hit harder. This prompted an exchange of rights and lefts which ended with Justin being knocked out of the ring! Credible hit the floor and Sabu followed, laying in a few stomps before picking Justin up and slamming his face into the commentator's table. Credible quickly fired back by picking up a monitor and hitting Sabu with it. He then dropped that, picked up a chair and brought it right down atop Sabu's head, the only thing keeping Sabu from falling being the ring apron. Justin smiled, placed the chair flat on the commentator's table. He then slammed Sabu's face right into the steel! Sabu hit the floor and was momentarily out cold. Justin then got Sabu up to a standing position and irish-whipped him right into the steel steps! A small cut visible over Sabu's eye.
Justin Credible smiled at the crowd, bragging to all. He then cleared the commentator's table and verbally promised to drive Sabu through it headfirst. The challenger tossed Sabu on the table then climbed up himself. He then signaled for the piledriver. Sabu was ahead of Justin though and countered with a backbody drop that sent Credible down to the floor, hitting the back of his head on the edge of the table while doing so!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"Justin Credible just dropped to the floor and bumped his head in the process! Wait a minute..." Styles was cut off. "Sabu's got an idea!"
Sabu had picked up the chair on the table, and placed it behind his legs. It was time for an arabian facebuster off of the commentator's table! He jumped and it was executed perfectly!
"ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB!"
"Oh my god!" Joey exclaimed.
"Damn, that move busted Credible open!" Tazz said, pointing it out.
Credible was in fact busted open and bleeding down his face. Sabu, slowly at first, stood up and drove shot after shot down with that chair. After doing so, he tossed it to the side then rolled the challenger back into the ring. He then slid in himself and got a few boots down on his opponent. He then picked Justin up and performed a nice scoop slam piledriver and went with a pin. 1... 2... but no no! Credible kicked out just as the 2 count was put in. Sabu then whipped Justin into the corner and quickly slid out of the ring. From under the ring, he pulled out a table! The crowd showed their approval with a cheer and applause. Sabu set the table up and then got on the ring apron. He was about to enter the squared circle when Credible caught him with a few shoulder thrusts. He then slingshot himself over Sabu and power-bombed hit right through the damn wood!
"THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
"This isn't awesome folks, this is god damn amazing." Tazz commented.
The crowd was loving the return of true hardcore wrestling. Credible crawled away from the wreckage, grabbed a couple chairs from the crowd and threw them into the ring. Weakly, his blood being washed away by sweat, he then hoisted Sabu on his shoulders and got him and himself back in the ring. From there, he set up for another piledriver and hit it perfectly. He then rolled over onto the champion for the pinfall. There was a 1 and a 2 but no 3! Credible cursed and rolled off, wondering what had to be done. He then smiled and stacked the two chairs on top of one another. He waited for Sabu to get up and he was about to attempt a tombstone piledriver!
"No, no, no! He could break Sabu's neck right here on Sci-Fi." Styles commented.
Tazz followed. "The challenger's really looking for that piledriver in this match."
Justin grinned from ear to ear and lifted Sabu up but Sabu slipped out of his grasp. The champion then shoved him, picked up a chair and slammed it over his head! Justin was out on his feet and soon out on his back! Sabu then set one chair in an upright position and held onto the other! He held the chair up and then performed a triple jump moonsault with one chair in hand!
"PLEASE DON'T END! PLEASE DON'T END!"
Sabu covered, 1... 2... NO! Somehow, someway, Justin Credible managed to raise a shoulder! Sabu then body slammed Credible, climbed the top rope, with chair in hand, and landed with an arabian facebuster to absolute perfection! This time, he hooked the leg! 1... 2... 3! It's over, Sabu retains the title!
"It's over! Sabu beats Justin Credible."
The announcer made it official while Sabu was given the title and a hand raise. "YOUR WINNER AND STILL ECW'S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... SABU!"
The crowd cheered and applauded.
Backstage...
In the halls, ECW wrestler Mike Knox was racing to find Tommy Dreamer. In moments, he found Tommy as he was packing to leave the arena. "Man, I saw him out back!" Knox explained, out of breath. "Me and Kelly were just leaving and we saw him get in a car!
Dreamer's eyes lit up with intensity. "You better not be fucking with me, Knox!" . Dreamer raced through the hall, out to the back parking lot where a black unmarked car was on and revving its engine enough to be noticeable. "RAVEN! IS THAT YOU?"
Of course, the car then spun its tires and was gone in seconds. Out came Knox but he was accompanied by Srevie Richards and Joey Matthews! All three attacked Tommy and left him lying in the parking lot on the cement. Knox and Matthews walked away, very pleased with themselves. Richards smirked and mocked Tommy with a crucifix pose. "Quoth the Raven, nevermore. Eh, Tommy?" Stevie chuckled and walked back inside. At that point, ECW on SciFi went off the air with the image of a hurting Tommy Dreamer trying to get up.
The worse part being he wasn't any closer to finding out if this was all a joke or Raven was actually orchestrating this from behind the scenes. Only time will tell... only time will tell.