This is the end of the line for the OC Block. For anyone that cares, he's being placed in his own fic "Block: Year One" which is kinda like a smackdown versus Raw-esque story mode type fic. It's up, check it out if ya want, don't if ya don't want to. Also, I took out the Kevin Thorn/Scorpio match so it would give me more space to focus on the big three.
ECW
Chapter 11- "Heatwave" part 1
With 'Ladies and Gentlemen' blaring through the speakers, it was time for ECW's own pay-per-view. It was time for ECW Heatwave. As the fans started to officially settle in, the opening bell rang. It was time for Block and Mickie James to square off against Little Guido and Trinity. The Women's Championship also on the line.
The match was pretty standard fare. That was until a certain somebody made their presence felt and known. To a nearly deafening level of cheers, Paul Heyman came out from the audience and slid into the ring, microphone already in hand, "Bullshit! Bullshit! Not today, Shane-O, not today!"
Not hesitant in the least bit, Shane McMahon came out with MNM and Stevie Richards all proudly displaying their gold to the disgust of the crowd. Shane grabbed a mic, "Paul Heyman? Where..."
"Shut it, Boy Wonder!" Paul snapped, "I know what you're doing! You're changing ECW! Instead of having it as a seperate identity, you're molding it into just another brand. I won't stand for it, McMahon! I never will!"
Shane laughed, "And really? What can you do?"
Heyman glared through McMahon, "This!"
Suddenly, through the crowd, all three Dudley Boys tore through, surprising the hell out of everyone in attendance.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! IT'S THE DUDLEY BOYS!"
Bubba and D-Von cleared the ring with Spike in tow. The fans were going simply ballistic as McMahon and his crew retreated to the backstage. Heyman stood on the second turnbuckle and casted a glare down towards the men in the aisle, "This is my company! I will shed blood for my company! I will break bones for my company! I will do whatever it takes, McMahon! WHATEVER IT TAKES!"
"ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB!"
Heyman then made a challenge right there on the spot, "Shane-O, how about it? How about we have ourselves an impromptu 6 man tag? You get any three extremists you want and they can take on my three wrestlers. If I lose, I leave. How 'bout it?"
Before Shane could come back out to retaliate, Block and Little Guido re-entered the ring. They were kinda upset about their match being interrupted. The girls retreated, the boys weren't so easily pushed over. They both shoved a Dudley. The crowd collectively oh'd. Wrong move! The Dudleys paired off. Bubba destroying Block, D-Von going after Little Guido. The former champions ripped their opposition apart. It wasn't long until they 3D'd Guido. Meanwhile, Spike brought a table into the ring and Devon doused it in lighter fluid while Bubba warmed Block up with a punch combo. Following the preparation and official lighting, The Dudley Boys powerbombed Block through the flaming table!
"Jesus Christ, this pay-per-view has broken down in a hurry, Styles."
"THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
The camera zoomed in on Paul Heyman as he stepped over the barricade and mingled with the chaotic fans, "WELCOME TO ECW HEATWAVE!"
The proper opening credits rolled with the original ECW music playing proudly. After that, the ring was shown still being cleared of the bodies and debris while the Dudleys and Heyman exited through the hardcore crowd.
"Fans, you are all in for something really special. Because tonight is the return of ECW to PPV. Ladies and gentlemen, strap in and get ready. Tonight, we have Big Show and Sandman finally squaring off. The Hardy Boys and MNM tangling for the tag titles. We have Balls Mahoney and Test one on one. Also, we have Tommy Dreamer and Stevie Richards in a steel cage for the tv title. Not to mention, the huge main event. In that ring right there, Sabu defends his ECW Championship in a sudden death three way dance with RVD and CM Punk."
"Trust me," Tazz ended Joey's introduction, "This is gonna be one for the books, people."
Big Show vs. Sandman...
The Big Show came out first, looking as much a big nasty bastard as ever. This fued had been brewing ever since the inception of the new ECW. Sandman came out next, preferring the comfort of the crowd. He did his usual shtick, drinking beer, crushing the can, smoking a cigarette. By the time he made it to the ring, everyone joked about him being half in the bag. Nonetheless, the match started.
Sandman went for a cane shot and was right on the money. Big Show felt the sting upon impact. Then Sandman crashed another shot down... followed by another and one more. He then held the cane up high as the crowd cheered on the original. But Show was far from done. Angered, he stood up straight and blocked another cane shot with his hand. He then ripped the weapon out of Sandman's clutches and cracked it on his forehead. The ECW original collapsed to the canvas. Show destroyed the cane over his own knee. He then stomped down on Sandman a couple times.
"We all love Sandman but you really have to wonder about his chances against Big Show. I mean, like him or not, Show is power in its rawest form." Tazz explained.
Clubbing forearms to the back of Sandman as he struggled to stand, holding the ropes. Big Show then stood him up in the corner and smacked his chest with a mighty chop, the sickening sound being heard throughout the entire arena. He then whipped Sandman into the opposing corner. Sandman fell to the canvas upon impact. Taking his time, which was royally pissing off this hardcore crowd, Big Show walked over to Sandman. He then lifted him up and body slammed him down, following that up with a leg drop.
"BIG SHOW SUCKS! BIG SHOW SUCKS!"
Sandman was in a bad way but not out of it, as he narrowly escaped a pinfall. Show laughed at the booing fans and went against the ropes, looking for another legdrop but nobody was home! Sandman rolled! The fans cheered and Sandman crawled to the corner, picking himself up slowly as Show stalked. Show was coming in but Sandman surprised him with an elbow to the gut, another one and then a headbutt! Big Show stumbled back but wasn't falling down.
Weakened, hurting, Sandman launched a desperate offense. He kicked Big Show squarely in his big show balls and the giant fell like a tree. With a new lease on this match, Sandman dropped an elbow, and then another. Then he climbed up to the top rope and came down with a leg drop of his own! The crowd got behind the fan favorite as he covered Big Show, 1... 2... no! Show threw Sandman off of him and the original ended up rolling out of the ring, to the floor.
"Man, the Big Show's strength is scary. But, Sandman has persevered in the past." Styles commented.
Show went to the floor and looked for a mighty punch but Sandman dodged the attack. Out of more desperation, Sandman wanted to whip Show into the steel steps but the move was reversed and Sandman hit the steps knee first, flipping over them. The audience oh'd and Show picked up the steps. Holding him over his head, he was targeting Sandman. What a win it would be to finish off an ECW original like this. Show smiled and was ready to drop the steps when Sandman rose up with an uppercut to the groin! Big Show doubled over and Sandman was spared the steps.
"HIT 'EM AGAIN, SANDMAN, HIT 'EM AGAIN!"
Not noted for being the strongest guy in ECW, Sandman picked up the steel steps anyway and drove them into the back of Big Show. With Show on all fours, Sandman grabbed a chair from a fan and proceeded to lay it down multiple times across Show's back. With the 500 pound monster seemingly done for, Sandman did his best to roll the man into the ring. Once in, Sandman climbed the ropes once again and came down with yet another diving leg drop! 1... 2... NO!
"So close... Sandman was so damn close!" Joey exclaimed.
Sandman had no idea what to do next. Then someone from the crowd shouted "Ladder!" . Sandman smiled and exited the ring, looking under the apron and pulling out a ladder! The crowd cheered the loudest they had during the match as Sandman brought the ladder in. He waited until Big Show was back up and then he attempted to jab the ladder right into Big Show's stomach. But too bad Show blocked it, took the ladder away and jabbed Sandman in the jaw with it. He then dropped the ladder flat on the canvas and gripped a large hand around Sandman's throat. Everyone knew what was coming next. Show delivered a massive chokeslam right on that damn ladder.
"FUCK YOU, BIG SHOW! FUCK YOU, BIG SHOW!"
Show then backed against the ropes and splashed Sandman while he was still on the ladder. He then rolled him off and made the cover, 1... 2... 3. Good night.
"Your winner... The Big Show!"
Backstage...
Paul Heyman was shown in front of an ECW logo, smiling and laughing to himself. "News flash, i've decided to make tonight's tag team title match... a three way elimination!" . Behind him, Bubba Ray and D-Von walked in, backing up their former boss 100 percent, "But... get this... first team to get pinned will lose their ECW contract effective immediately." . Heyman laughed some more, "How does that strike ya, Shane-O?"
Balls Mahoney vs. Test in a Falls Count Anywhere Chicago Street Fight...
Test came out first and the ECW fans were riding him bad. The complete tone of the crowd changed drastically when Balls Mahoney came out to an extremely loud ovation. No time was wasted in this one, the bell sounded and these two extremists started with their fists flying. Test got in a shot, Balls retaliated. Balls popped Test, Test retaliated. It went back and forth until they spilled out of the ring and Test whipped Mahoney into the barrier and then charged in with a clothesline that sent Balls over backwards into the crowd.
"Don't forget, fans." Joey explained, "This match is falls count anywhere so a pin or submission can happen just about anywhere."
"Not 'just about anywhere' numbnuts, 'anywhere', period."
"I think they get my drift, Tazz."
Nevertheless, the two extremists battled through the crowd, Balls grabbing someone's beer and blasting Test in the face with it. They eventually found their way to the snack stand. Balls grabbed Test and was set to send him crashing through the popcorn case when Test blocked and kneed Mahoney in the abdomen. Then Test showed some strength by bodyslamming Mahoney on the concrete right there. Test smiled and flexed for the fans as they spit on him and tossed various snacks and drinks his way.
"TEST TAKES STEROIDS! TEST TAKES STEROIDS!"
Test paid no mind and waited for Mahoney to rise up. When he did, Test measured him with a nasty boot to the face that sent Balls packing to knockoutville! He made a cover, 1... 2... no! Balls got a shoulder off the concrete flooring with time to spare. Test huffed and got Balls up, punching him in the head. They then swam through the sea of people, and Test stood Balls up against the barrier. He smacked his forearm, hoping for a repeat of the shot that took them to the crowd earlier. Test charged but Balls ducked and shocked Test with a backdrop that sent the new extremist over and onto the concrete floor of the aisle.
Balls then grabbed a chair and climbed over the barrier. When Test stood, he was nailed with the chair. Balls was winded, he needed a drink. Therefore, a polite fan offered him his. After the cold beverage, Balls got Test up by his short blonde hair and they went over to the entrance where the staging was set up. Balls wound up and hit a punch, Test was down!
"Oh man, what a shot by Balls! This is vintage street fight action right here in ECW!" Tazz said excitedly.
Balls looked over the staging set. Fencing, trash cans, barbed wire, chairs and other many and various street signs or sheets of metal. Balls opted for a street sign and plastered Test. He held up the bent sign and then tossed it to the rabid fans.
"THANK YOU, BALLS! THANK YOU, BALLS!"
Balls then picked up the trash can and waited for Test to stumble to his feet. The crowd cheered when it was obvious that Test had been busted open from the street sign. When he faced Balls, Test was nearly obliterated by Balls with the trash can, but Test ducked and then booted the can which connected with Balls' face! Test dropped to his knees and hooked the leg, 1... 2... no!
Exhausted, Test stood. He picked up Balls but the original kept on fighting. They exchanged blows all the way to the ringside area, finally returning to the ring. Test went against the ropes, Balls ducked a clothesline and then stopped Test...
"BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! BALLS! GOOOOOO BALLS!"
Test was on dream street, stumbling and staggering around the ring until he walked into a superkick! Lateral press, 1... 2... 3!
"Yes! An ECW original defeats Test tonight at Heatwave!" Joey exclaimed.
Tommy Dreamer vs. Stevie Richards in an Extreme Steel Cage for the TV Title...
A video package chronicled their history thus far, every bloody detail. And yes, the championship was on the line but it didn't seem relevant when you stacked it up against the hatred fueling this rivalry. This wasn't as much about the television title as it was about making the other man bleed and be in as much pain as possible. After the cage was set up, six tables, two steel chairs, two canes, a barbed wire 2x4 and two trash cans were put inside. There was no door on this cage. Escape meant nothing because it was explained by the announcer that the only way a decision could be made was from pinfall or submission.
"Get ready for this one because it is going to be chaotic... bloody... and possibly deadly." Styles explained, "Fans, these two men have made it their mission... their destiny... to obliterate each other live tonight at Heatwave."
"You definetly got that right, Joe."
Out first, Tommy Dreamer. The Innovator of Violence wanted nothing more than to teach Stevie Richards a lesson tonight. And as he stepped inside the steel structure, the goosebumps came as he realized how big this moment was going to be. Next, Stevie came out with the belt around his waist and Shane McMahon in tow...
"YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!"
After both extremists were within the steel cage, the referee called for the bell. As the match started, Stevie seemed a bit more nervous but nobody, not even himself, doubted the fact that he was looking to be labeled as the new innovator of violence after destroying Tommy Dreamer live on worldwide television. They locked horns and Tommy backed Richards into the corner. Tommy delayed not one second as he connected fist after fist with the top of Stevie's skull. He then whipped Stevie into the ropes, clear room very scarce because of all the weaponry, and hip-tossed the champion right into the steel mesh. Stevie was draped across the top rope before stumbling back into the middle of the ring where Tommy scoop-slammed him and dropped an elbow.
Dreamer spotted a chair out of the corner of his eye. With a hardcore twinkle in them same eye, Tommy picked up the chair, stood over Stevie and jammed it twice into his stomach! The crowd cheered and Tommy dropped the chair flat to the canvas. He then picked Stevie up into a vertical suplex position but Stevie fought out of it, took a step and ddt'd Tommy down onto that chair. Tommy grabbed his skull upon the impact and Stevie rolled to the side to take a breather.
"And it's only going to get more hardcore... more painful... as the match progresses, fans." Styles said.
Joey Styles was right on the money, this was only the beginning. Stevie Richards, with Shane cheering him on, picked up a cane and cracked it over the back of Tommy Dreamer. Following that, Stevie sat on Tommy's back, slipped the cane under Tommy's chin and then pulled back across the throat! The ref repeatedly asked Dreamer if he wanted to give it up but Tommy refused. After a bit, Dreamer fought to stand, then stumbled backwards into the corner, successfully breaking the hold. He then surprised Stevie with a roundhouse to the jaw. Staggering to the opposite side of the ring, Tommy propped a table up in the corner. He turned just in time to see Stevie making a charge. Tommy used Richards' own momentum against him and tossed the champion through the table.
Guess what the challenger found next? Barbed wire 2x4! The fans cheered and Tommy waited. When Stevie turned, Dreamer took a big swing but Stevie ducked and picked up a trash can out of desperation. When they both turned to face each other, Richards threw the trash can and it connected with Tommy's face! Dreamer stumbled back into the ropes, dropping the 2x4. Stevie stared at the weapon like it had hypnotized him in some way. He took it in his hands, feeling the violence it carried, and then raked Tommy's face with the wire!
"Oh man!" Tazz explained, grossed out, "It's slicing him up, Styles."
Dreamer bled like a faucet and Stevie added insult to injury. He took a couple step backs and swung the 2x4 like a baseball bat right into Tommy's abdomen. Dreamer doubled-over to the canvas in a bloody heap. Smiling, Richards held up the 2x4 like it was a trophy...
"STEVIE'S AN ASSHOLE! STEVIE'S AN ASSHOLE!"
Richards paid no mind as Shane cheered him on and he set a chair upright in the middle of the ring. He then whipped Dreamer into the ropes and gave him a drop toehold, smacking his face on the steel, busting him open even more. Tommy appeared out of it, face down on the mat with the crimson spilling. Stevie hooked the leg, 1... 2... no! Dreamer gets a shoulder up! Stevie cursed but kept on course. He set up a table and layed Tommy out flat across it. He even layed in a few punches for good measure. Then... the unthinkable.
"Wait a minute, where is Stevie going?" Styles asked, "You can't win the match by escape."
Stevie climbed to the top of the steel cage and posed in a crucifix style, mocking Tommy Dreamer. Then he dropped with a splash but Dreamer moved out of the way! Richards crashed through the table, decimating it, and smacked the canvas with a sickening sound.
"OH MY GOD!"
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Richards wasn't moving, Dreamer wasn't either. Shane's eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped. The ref administered a ten count as both men lay lifeless on the mat. At the count of nine, Dreamer made it to his feet, the crowd heavily in his corner. He then dropped back to the mat and crawled towards the barbed wire. A grim expression upon his face, he waited for just the right moment to strike. Bam! The wire connected with Stevie's face and the blood poured. Stevie screamed in agony. When Dreamer finally tossed away the 2x4, he picked up the chair and broke it over Stevie's skull! Richards dropped like a bag of potatoes!
Tommy hit his knees and covered, 1... 2... what? Tommy sat up on his knees, effectively breaking the count. What was going on? His head shook, what was going on was he didn't feel quite ready to let Stevie go yet. Dreamer stood, picking up Stevie and sent him crashing to the mat with a Spicoli Driver! But he simply stood back up, the crimson on his face drying as he stared down at a broken Stevie Richards.
"I was worried about this Styles, Dreamer's thinking more about injuring Stevie than he is about winning the match and it could hurt him in the long run."
Dreamer picked Stevie up and ran him face first into the steel mesh! Not once or twice... three times! Stevie collapsed onto the canvas in a bleeding and broken shell of what was once a wrestler. Then Tommy Dreamer took it to the next level. Tommy set up two tables next to each other, and then he set two tables up on those two tables so they were stacked 2 by 2. Then he grabbed Stevie by the hair and stuck him on the first level of those stacked tables.
"Oh god, what the hell is the Innovator of Violence going to do to Stevie Richards?"
At first, it appeared as though he was going to jump off the top rope. What was it they always say about first impressions? Because Tommy Dreamer decided on climbing up to the top of the cage! He let out a rebel yell and prepared to decimate Stevie Richards. When suddenly, the lights went out!
"What in the world?" Tazz asked, "Did we run out of electricity again?"
When the lights finally came back on, the fans came unglued so much so that the camera shook. Standing on the top of the cage with Tommy Dreamer was RAVEN! The coldest of stares in his eyes, Raven hooked Dreamer into a trademark position, while Stevie slipped out of harm's way, and Raven evenflow ddt'd Dreamer through the stack of tables! The spot was sick... possibly one of the more memorable moments in ECW history! Tommy's body was a broken and crippled mess, Raven was holding his neck and favoring his back as he slowly slithered to a corner.
"RAVEN!" Styles screamed at the top of his lungs.
"ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB! ECDUB!"
Bloody, body racked with pain, Richards crawled over to Dreamer and draped an arm across his chest, 1... 2... 3!
"Your winner... and still ECW Television Champion... Stevie Richards!"
As the cage raised up, multiple trainers rushed to the ring to check on the combatants. Stevie was handed his belt by Shane McMahon, though Stevie could barely move. A stretcher was being prepared for Tommy Dreamer, it was quite possible his wrestling career was just ended. With a bit of aid from Shane McMahon, both Raven and Richards joined in raising their arms in victory while the crowd bood viciously and threw debris into the ring.
"Fans, I apologize for being silent in these chaotic moments but what do you say? I'm looking in the ring and I see the return of a man who is Tommy Dreamer's greatest adversary and may have ended Tommy's wrestling career with the most god awful ddt I have ever seen. What do you say in a moment like this?"
Tazz spoke up, "Don't go anywhere. We still have two more matches. That's probably what I would say, but what do I know? I'm only a color man, right?"
ECW
Up next, two triple threat matches that will re-define what it means to be champion in ECW.