The Clique is RAW....Episode 16

Jayman · 05-16-2008, 02:38 PM

Missed Episode 15? Click here!! http://wrestlingclique.com/general-d...sode-15-a.html (The Clique is RAW....Episode 15)

*Another jam-packed edition of the Clique Wrestling Federation is upon us! With only a few weeks removed from Cliquemania, we are rolling head-first towards our next pay-per-view event, King of the Clique. Our main event has already been determined as God will be facing Joe Cool for the CWF World Title. This comes off the heels of last week, when God earned the right in a #1 contenders match by beating Suntan Superman, albeit with a little help from Team UK. A video package highlights the end of last week’s main event, complete with Crocker using his tag team title to knock SS out while God was playing possum. The end result was Suntan Superman, Joe Cool, and Dakstang in the center of the ring, managing to eventually make Team UK leave ringside a little battered. The video package ends and we are LIVE backstage, where PeaceSells and A-Bomb are making their way towards Commissioner Felix’s door.

A-Bomb: So have you seen the new preview for Metal Gear Solid 4?
PeaceSells: Oh yeah man, that looks sweet!
A-Bomb: I’m practically the resident expert around here for video games, so if you ever have any que..
PeaceSells: Alright man, but here we are. Let’s find out what our match tonight is.

*They stop in front of Felix’s door, but just as they are about to knock, loud footsteps can be heard. PS and AB stop in mid-knock and listen for a moment, and turn just in time to get double-clotheslined HARD! As A-Bomb and PeaceSells clutch themselves after hitting the concrete floor, the camera pans up to see the culprit: Suntan Superman. He is fuming mad, with his nostrils flaring and bloodshot eyes. He looks down at the two rookies.

Suntan Superman: Wait your turn, runts.

*SS just opens the door without knocking, and Felix is on the phone. He’s also clicking the mouse with his free hand, obviously busy. He’s muttering something about the CWF webpage, and how it’s a pain to develop the new ‘skin’ for it. SS walks in and slams his massive hand down on the receiver button, ending Felix’s call. Felix speaks “Hello?” into the phone a few times before confirming SS hung up the call. Felix slams the phone down.

SS: I want Crocker. NOW!
Felix: Well that’s too bad, Suntan Superman. Crocker and Phantom are already scheduled tonight.
SS: If you don’t give me Crocker, I’m go…
Felix: Listen, I understand why you want to tear him apart. I saw what happened last week; it was a cheap shot. Unfortunately, the referee didn’t see it, and I can’t reverse a decision. God is now the number one contender, so….
SS: If you don’t give me Crocker, you better give me someone else, because otherwise….I’m gonna destroy the first person I see tonight…which…just happens to be you, Commissioner.
Felix: Alright, listen. You can have Crocker next week under one condition. (Felix looks out his open door and sees PeaceSells and A-Bomb getting up, still groaning in pain) I can see you already took a little frustration out on those two. And to be honest, I know they’re gonna come in here and ask for another match after already being 0-3. So here’s what I’m gonna do: you can have A-Bomb and PeaceSells tonight, and the next week you can get Crocker, but…..
SS: Fine by me (turns to leave)
Felix: But you’ll have a tag team partner.
SS: What? I can handle those two myself. I could survive going against the entire roster right now, FELIX!!!
(Felix shakes his head no)
SS: …damn it. Who’s my partner then?
Felix: Slimdust.
SS: WHAT!?!??!??!??! OH HELL NO!!! Anybody but him. I’ll just destroy him too..
Felix: You hurt your own partner and you’ll be suspended, WITHOUT pay. Now get out and go get your partner, your match is next.

*The CWF intro blares up, and the usual opening video plays, complete with fireworks, etc. The video ends and we cut to a live shot outside the Boston Garden, home of the Celtics. The capacity crowd here is shown with many various signs, a few of which include: “Rambo, I’m buying the next round!” “Necro is sexy!!”, “Simon is your next world champ!”, “God goes down on men”, “Zar is my lover”, and “Joe – The “Cool” Champion”. We head over to ringside, where for the first time in over a month, Jayman and Tyler Durden are sitting at an announce table together.

Tyler Durden: Welcome one and all back to another exciting edition of the Clique Wrestling Federation’s flagship show, RAW IMPACT! We have a stacked lineu…
Jay: I’m glad to see you’ve joined me back at the same commentary booth tonight, Tyler.
TD: Let me set the record straight: Felix didn’t want to spend money anymore for an extra commentary booth. So, sadly, I am back at the side of Jay. I’m not happy about it.
Jay: You’ve missed me so much, be honest.
TD: Switching gears to something else now, we have a good idea of how tonight’s card is going to shape up. Suntan Superman and Slimdust will team up to face the winless tandem of A-Bomb and PeaceSells. Also, Erin and God will do battle once more with Team UK’s unofficial leader putting his Women’s Title on the line.
Jay: I’m also told that “Anarchy in the UK” themselves, Crocker and Phantom, will be in tag team action against Joe Cool and a partner of his choice. Tyler, any idea who our World Champion will choose?
TD: Sure hope it’s you, Jay. That way I can have a front row seat for your funeral.

*We head backstage, where Suntan Superman is in front of Slimdust’s locker room. He opens it up to see Slimdust, in his pajamas, playing some GTA IV. He is making the explosion noises himself, and gunshot noises as well. Slim is jumping up and down and he mashes the buttons, obviously excited. SS turns off the tv via the remote behind Slim. Confused, Slim turns around, and upon seeing SS in his locker room, he begins to cry.

SS: Relax man, I’m not gonna hurt you.
Slimdust: Good, cause I just recovered from the beating you gave me at Cliquemania. I usually like getting “beat” though, so..
SS: ANYWAY. I came here to tell you to get dressed.
Slimdust: I am dressed.
SS: We are tag-teaming tonight.
Slimdust: Really? Nice, who’s the chick? When’s she coming in?
SS: No, you pervert. Not like that. You and I against PeaceSells and A-Bomb, in the ring. Right now. Let’s go.

*SS heads out of the locker room, leaving Slimdust alone. His wheels in his head are still turning, trying to figure out exactly what is going on. Slimdust grabs his pink leotard as the camera cuts back to the ring. “Peace Sells” by Megadeth is first up and out comes the relatively new superstar to some cheers, but mostly boos. He waves it off, however, and waits at the halfway point for his partner. “You Dropped A Bomb On Me” by the Gap Band plays next and out struts A-Bomb, to a few more cheers. He waves happily at the crowd, then slaps hands with his partner before heading into the ring. “Banner of Freedom” hits next and Suntan Superman comes out to boos, with just a few cheers, sprinkled in from this Boston crowd. His music is cut off once SS is in the ring by Britney Spears “I’m Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman” and out struts Slimdust. The “Sexyweight Champion” slaps the hands of everyone along the way to the ring and bounces inside, talking strategy with Suntan. All 4 members of the match are looking around, waiting for a referee to start the match…but there isn’t one. Eventually, Duke scrambles down to cheers, complete with his referee shirt on. PS and A-Bomb shake their heads disapprovingly.

Jay: Here we go again. I understand that Duke is now the head referee of the CWF, but why does he choose to call only the matches of PeaceSells and A-Bomb?
TD: It’s like he enjoys seeing them lose, and having a small part in it. Last week he had a pretty cheap count on them, and as a result the rookie team chalked up another loss.

*Duke smiles at PS and AB while he calls for the bell to be rung to start this match. SS is ready to start off for his team, and both PS and A-Bomb are worried about going up against the Angry Samoan. After a game of Paper-Rock-Scissors, PS is the unlucky winner. SS is dominant early, with a series of powerbombs and hard hitting offense, obviously taking out his frustrations from last week. SS doesn’t go for a pin though, even though Duke is encouraging him to. After a brutal move, SS just picks up PS by his hair, only to deliver another move to him. SS tosses PS into their corner, and PeaceSells slaps A-Bomb, who didn’t look like he wanted the tag. Nonetheless, A-Bomb hesitantly gets in the ring. SS goes to irish whip him into the corner, but A-Bomb reverses it and SS is sent into the corner, where Slimdust is waiting. Slim tags himself in, which angers SS, but it’s too late. Slim gets in and trades offensive moves with A-Bomb. Slim with a few high dropkicks, but A-Bomb eventually takes over with some good “stick and move” offense. He tags back in PS, who continues to work over Slimdust. Slim eventually blocks a punch and hits a suplex out of desperation. SS is begging for the tag, and Slim begins slowly crawling towards the corner…but wait, not SS’s corner. Slim climbs a different corner and gets high up top. The crowd is popping and cheer when Slim leaps off to hit his finisher, the 450 splash!! Slim covers PS and Duke with another fast count..1.2..3.!!! PS throws a shoulder up in under 2 seconds, which normally would have stopped the pin. But with Duke’s fast count, the match is over. Slimdust, in celebration, jumps on SS and hugs him, but the Samoan shows no emotion back. Eventually, SS throws him off, but Slim just bounces right back up and locks his hug in again. A smack on the head and Slim releases his hold. SS turns towards the ramp to see Crocker and Phantom at the top of the ramp, clapping sarcastically. Crocker does the “we’re not worthy” bow at SS, and Suntan begins running up the ramp. Crocker and Phantom high-tail it backstage while Slimdust follows his partner.

Jay: Chalk up yet another loss for the tandem of PeaceSells and A-Bomb. These two just can’t catch a break!
TD: Back to the drawing board with those two. But yet again, Duke has seemed to screw them over with his refereeing techniques. Not that they would’ve won anyway.

*Back in the ring, A-Bomb is attending to his tag team partner, but turns his attention to referee Duke, who is about to step out of the ring. A-Bomb grabs him by the arm and twirls him around. Duke shrugs his shoulders, as if to say “What did I do?”, but before he can do anything else, A-Bomb kicks him in the gut and delivers a Jackknife A-Bomb Powerbomb to the referee. The crowd cheers as A-Bomb has gotten a little revenge on the ref, but he doesn’t acknowledge the cheers. Instead, he heads out of the ring with PS behind him a few steps.

Jay: Can’t say that Duke didn’t have that coming to him.
TD: That’s a double negative, Jay.
Jay: Let’s head on location to a bar in Boston where we will be joined by, you guessed it, Rambo and Necro.

*The crowd cheers upon seeing the hometown boys on the CliqueTron. Rambo and Necro are wearing Celtics jerseys of Garnett and Allen, respectively. They are both sitting at the bar next to one another, having a beer and enjoying the barfolk.

Rambo: Another beer, bartender.
Necro: You know, this is some laid back shit. We haven’t wrestled in a few weeks, and thank god we’re back in the States.
Rambo: I actually kissed the ground when we landed here back from England. Man, that beer was shit.
Necro: Life is good, we’re just spending our winnings drinking beer and shooting pool.
Rambo: I love it.
Bartender: Some limo just pulled up outside.

*Indeed, in this dive bar, a limo somehow found its way to downtown Boston. A long black stretch limo is parked outside, and the large windows in the front of the bar show two men exiting the limo in black tailored suits. They are wearing Oakley sunglasses as well, and with slicked back hair, they look like FBI agents. Once the door to the bar opens, Rambo and Necro spin around in their barstools to see who it is: they are the familiar faces of Giganto and Blitz. The entire bar dies down from their chatter, wondering who the two strange guys are who obviously don’t belong here. Even someone shuts off the jukebox.

Blitz: Excuse me. Our limo driver got a flat, and because our GPS navigation system has failed, and our cell phones get no reception in this shitty part of town, we need to make a phone call.
Bartender: Phone’s in the back, boys.
Blitz: Well, go to it pal.
Bartender: Pardon?
Giganto: You don’t actually think we’re going to touch that disease-infested phone ourselves, do you? Head over there and call a tow truck for us, baldy. We need to get the hell out of this dump as soon as possible. Do you know who we are?
Necro: (getting up from the barstool and approaching them) Yeah, I sure do anyways. You’re the two biggest jokes in the CWF. Simon’s lackeys. You two haven’t proven a thing in months.
Blitz: Better watch your mouth, hoodlum. Figured you and your drunk friend would be in this dump of a bar, drinking your paycheck away. No class you two have. If you got the kinds of paychecks we did in the Clique World Order, you’d trade in those sweat-ridden basketball jerseys for suits like Giganto and I.
Rambo: (stumbling up from his barstool) Are you talking shit to us in our bar?
Giganto: Maybe we are, you drunk. What are you gonna do about it? Not a damn thing, that’s the answer. You’re both a joke; you’ve had so many chances at the tag team titles, only to let it slip away every time. You aren’t after fame and money; you’re just out to get drunk and god knows what else.
Rambo: I happen to think that’s a fun pastime.
Necro: And so is pool. You two play?

*Necro grabs the pool cue nearby and swings it like a baseball bat at Blitz, breaking it over his shoulder. Blitz falls back, ripping his suitcoat. Giganto goes to punch Necro, but Rambo breaks his beer bottle over the head of the CWO Enforcer. A brawl ensues, with the bar patrons beating down the CWO. The cameraman is knocked over in all the haste and the feed is lost.

*Cutting back to the live arena, the crowd is going nuts for Rambo and Necro.

Jay: Jesus! I think Giganto and Blitz may have overstepped their bounds there. Those two sure were out of their element in that part of town.
TD: The Hooligans from Boston may or may not hijack the limo and take it on a joyride. In any case, the podiums have been set up for tonight’s “debate” between the former tag team champions, Inogenius and Invictus. Without further ado…

*”God Save the Queen” plays and the crowd boos as Invictus heads out. He has a thin smile, and is dressed in a white suit. With him, he is carrying a few books, and uses the ringsteps to get up and enter. He places the books on his podium, which has “Invictus” written on the front. After a moment, “Beethoven’s Fifth” plays and Inogenius heads out in a black suit to cheers. He doesn’t acknowledge the crowd much, but instead focuses on his former tag team partner in the ring. Ino gets in and taps on the microphone attached to his podium, verifying it’s on.

Inogenius: I wanted to begin this debate by questioning exactly what the topic of discussion would be.
Invictus: If I can interject there, my former ally. The purpose of this open forum is to “lay everything out on the table”, so to speak. I wanted to explain my displeasure with working with someone as sub-par as yourself. Further, I wanted to illustrate to the crowd, through video highlights, why you were indeed the weak link of I-Squared.

*He gestures towards the CliqueTron, which highlights almost every piece of action that includes Inogenius getting hit and every move being applied on him since his debut back in the Fall of 2007. The clip then switches gears, and has “Eye of the Tiger” as the new background music, with the words “Invictus: The Better Half” scrolling across. The next series of clips include Invictus going on the offensive in every match as a member of I-Squared, and includes him winning the matches they did as a team via pinfall. After the video reel ends, the crowd boos as Invictus takes time to smile from ear to ear and bow to the crowd.

Inogenius: That production was obviously orchestrated in such a fashion to show you as the superior member of I-Squared, Invictus. Let the record show that both you and I have our own shares of positives and negatives throughout our run as Tag Team Champions. In addition, let the record show…
Invictus: LET THE RECORD SHOW….the reasoning behind us losing our tag team titles is because you were the one pinned at Cliquemania. Let us go to the videotape once again (Invictus gestures towards the CliqueTron)
Inogenius: No.
Invictus: I beg your pardon? No?
Inogenius: Precisely. Invictus, your impression of me is that I am the inferior member in the ring. However, all doubts will be set aside once we meet in two weeks in the opening round of the King of the Clique Tournament. When I defeat you and advance in the tournament, you will have your new comrades to support you. “Team UK” is nothing less than….
Invictus: You are inviting yourself into a world of anguish if you finish that horribly phrased sentence, Inogenius. As usual, I made the smart choice and chose to align myself with the assembly of superstars who greatly increase my odds of succeeding in this federation, and it will all start at King of the Clique with you. Once I vanquish you and end that chapter of my life, I will…
Inogenius: Fuck this….(he kicks over the podium and undoes his tie, throws his jacket off. The crowd starts cheering)
Invictus: What in the name of the Queen……

*Inogenius rips his button-down shirt right down the middle and throws it off, revealing a plain black t-shirt underneath. He slides his black pants off to reveal blue jeans, and rubs his hand through his hair, messing it up a bit.

Inogenius: I’m sick of this crap. My name is Terry, goddamnit, and I’m done with this charade. Invictus, the truth of the matter is that you fucked me over bigtime at Cliquemania. And in two weeks, I’m going to make you bleed. In fact, I’m going to do you a favor and make sure I call an ambulance ahead of time just so you’ll have a ride to the hospital ready. I’m going to hurt you, pal. I’m going to hurt you real bad.

*Inogenius leaves the ring to cheers, and Invictus can only stand behind his podium in complete and utter shock. His eyes are still bugging out and his eyebrows are raised, and for once the smooth talker is at a loss for words. Ino slaps the hands of the fans and throws his arms up in a celebratory fashion at the top of the ramp before heading backstage.

Jay: What..the…hell…was….that?
TD: Looks like Ino is having an identity crisis there! His true colors came out. I knew it, he’s a pathological liar. Invictus has the edge though, he’s smarter and more cunning. I’m looking forward to their matchup in two weeks.
Jay: This match has quite a lot of history, the duo had a lot of success early on as tag team partners, but it all comes to a head at “King of the Clique”. Will one half of the former “I-Squared” become our new King?

*Once again we head backstage, with Erin lacing up her pink boots to match her pink wrestling attire. Zar walks in, scaring the lady.

Erin: Do you realize this is the women’s locker room, Zar? I could’ve been naked in here!
Zar: Yeah, yeah. Geez, you wear so much pink, that’s what they should call you: “Pink”.
Erin: …….
Zar: So are you ready for your shot at the women’s title? You’ve got this, girl. You’re due for a major beating to God.
Erin: Oh, I’ve been looking forward to another match with this loudmouth ever since Cliquemania. Although I find it hilarious that he’s walking around with the Women’s Title, it’ll be good to get a belt off of “Team UK”.

*As if on cue, Dakstang walks into the room, with a few homemade pamphlets in hand. On the front is a picture of Queen Elizabeth with a slash through it. They look..cute.

Erin: Christ, did someone take the sign off that said this was the WOMEN’S locker room? What are you doing here, Dak?
Dak: Honestly, it took a lot for me to come in here. You see, I’ve never been in a girl’s locker room before…in fact I’ve never even …
Erin: Dak!
Dak: Sorry. Yeah. (Hands her and Zar a pamphlet) I’m here because I want you to join my cause. Team UK has been running a muck around the CWF and I am trying to get as many people as I can to join my cause. Otherwise, the numbers game will become too much and none of us will stand a chance alone. But UNITED, we stand a chance. I know you two are both from Canada, but…
Zar: Yeah, what’s wrong with that?
Dak: Nothing, nothing at all! Well, there are some issues I have with your country, but that’s not a discussion for today. I’d really like you two to join me in evening up the score against Team UK. As a UNITED front, we can once cripple the regime of Western Europe.
Erin: Woah, power trip there Dakstang? Well, here’s what Zar and I will do, since I’m speaking for him (Zar nods his head) I have a pretty big hatred right now for God and the way he’s treated women lately, and he so happens to be the “leader” of Team UK. So it appears we have a common enemy there. We’re going to think about your proposal and get back with you.

*Dak thanks them and heads out, while “I Am, I Am” plays over the loudspeakers. Back in the arena, God heads out for his match against Erin, with the Women’s Title proudly strapped around his waist. He hands it over to the official, who holds up the belt high to declare it is up for grabs in this contest. God asks for a microphone to speak, but before he can “Champagne Supernova” by Oasis starts up. The crowd pops huge for Erin, who heads down the ramp rather quickly looking all business. She gets in the ring and waits for the ref to start this match before tying up with God. A lot of back and forth action early on. Erin ties up God in the ropes and gets some revenge by getting a ton of good punches in. The crowd pops huge for this. Finish comes with Erin leaping off the top rope with her frog splash finisher and going for the pin 1…2…no! God kicks out in time. God on the offensive, and he goes for this Throw-N-Away (TNA) finisher. Picks her up in the style of a bodyslam, and throws her against the ropes upside-down. When Erin’s back hits the ropes, she curls her legs up over the top rope, holding her there. God’s eyes widen as he sees that Erin has blocked his finisher. Erin grabs the bottom rope with her hands and as God comes towards her, Erin springs her legs off the rope and kicks him with both feet right in the face! God flies back and hits the mat, Erin runs up to the top rope once again. With the crowd on their feet, Erin leaps off and hits a second frogsplash! Erin covers God and the count goes 1…2…..3! Erin’s hand is raised in victory, and she is handed the Women’s title belt by the official. She holds it up proudly with both hands before throwing it over her shoulder. The crowds cheers turn to boos as Emma and Gigglypuff run down the ramp to tend to God, who has rolled out of the ring. Erin looks on from in the ring, smiling. But Gigglypuff and Emma enter the ring from either side, like stalking a prey. The two girls circle around the new Women’s champion until Gigglypuff makes the first move and clotheslines her down. Emma and Gigglypuff beat down on Erin, and the crowd pops when Zar comes running down to make the save. He slides under the bottom rope and immediately pulls Emma off from his friend. Emma swings wildly, slapping Zar a few times in the face. Zar tosses her out of the ring, and follows Emma out to make sure she stays out. Mikk comes running down next to boos.

Jay: My god, this is turning into an all-out brawl! Team UK is definitely playing the numbers game yet again. I never thought I’d say this…but where is Dak when you need him?
TD: You can’t stop Team UK, you can only hope to contain them!

Mikk pulls his girl Gigglypuff off Erin, pleading with her to stop. He has Giggly by her arms, holding her back from Erin, who is now getting up. Furious, Erin takes her belt in both hands and goes to swing it at Gigglypuff – but she ducks! Erin winds up hitting Mikk right in the face with the belt, sending him to the mat. Erin looks around and ducks out of the ring, with Zar pushing Emma away and heading up with her.

TD: Well, after all that, we have a new Women’s Champion crowned, and Mikk is being attended to by Emma and Gigglypuff. Mark this down, Mikk is being held by two women at once! This has to be a first.

*Backstage once again, Dakstang is shown in front of an unmarked door. He once again has his pamphlets in his hand. Dak straightens up his flannel shirt and takes a deep breath before doing the sign of the cross and heading inside. The camera pans out to see the nameplate to the side of the door: Simon.

Jay: What the hell? Dak is going to try and recruit the CWO to his cause?!?
TD: Simon hasn’t shown his affiliation one way or another for either cause. I don’t think he’ll have much luck there.
Jay: I’m being told that the beautiful Jackie is standing by with our very own World Champion, Joe Cool. Take it away Jackie.

*We head backstage, where Jackie is ready to interview our Champion. Joe Cool is in his wrestling gear, ready for his match coming up next.

Jackie: Joe Cool, it’s a honor to interview you here tonight.
Joe: Well, I’m happy to be here Jackie. And may I say you look lovely tonight. Nice legs, and we all know I’m a fan of the legs. But that’s just a harmless comment, I’m married you know.
Jackie: Thanks Joe, you’re going to make me blush. Anyway, coming up next, you have a match against Crocker and Phantom, the tag team champions. Felix has let you pick your partner. Who have you chosen?
Joe: Oh, my partner has agreed to tag with me tonight, but I’m afraid everyone is going to have to wait for the entrance music to hit before they figure it out. I don’t want to give Crocker and Phantom any time to scheme a plan up in the meantime, so I’ll wait for the last possible moment.
Jackie: Okay. Any comments on what transpired at the end of last week?
Joe: Nothing really. I had a front row seat to watch another Team UK beatdown, and it just got to the point where I had enough. So I got in there and gave a hand to Dakstang. Simple as that.
Jackie: So, are you officially joining Dak’s “cause” then?
Joe: Guess you’ll have to wait and see. (Joe smiles and walks off)

*Back in the ring, “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols plays and the tag team champions head out to massive heat. They wave their English and Welsh flags proudly, and laugh at the fans on the way down. Phantom takes a USA flag a fan is waving and throws it on the ground before stomping on it a few times, generating even more heat. They get in the ring and await Joe Cool’s theme, “Heartache Tonight”. Joe Cool steps out to the exact opposite reaction as Anarchy in the UK, and dwells in it, obviously happy to be back in his home country. He bows to the fans a few times and politely waves before heading down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he turns towards the entryway to await his partner. The crowd gets silent in anticipation, and then “Sweet Home West Virginia” rocks on the speakers. The crowd goes nuts again as Dakstang emerges, throwing his arms up in the air. The crowd cheers and chants of “USA, USA, USA” are heard throughout the arena.

Jay: If you asked me about a month ago, Dakstang would have been dead last on the list of people I thought JC would have asked to tag with him! But nonetheless, this Boston crowd is behind the southerner, and Dak is relishing it all in.
TD: So it appears that Dak and Joe Cool are on the same page now. Could you imagine if Simon said yes to Dakstang’s proposal to join him? Joe Cool and Simon would be on the same side…!!!
Jay: I wouldn’t hold my breath for that.

*The bell rings and we start off with Dak and Crocker. These two tie up and Crocker scores a quick takedown. Crocker has a chokehold in early, and the crowd is stomping to get Dak up. But Dak is fading quickly, and the referee goes to check on the southerner. He snaps awake, and after a few elbows to Crocker’s stomach, breaks free and gets in some offense of his own. Highlights include a snap suplex and a spear to the ground. Dak sets up for the Redneck Stunner, but Crocker pushes off Dak in time and tags in Phantom. Phantom with a DDT to Dakstang and follows it up with a sharpshooter. The crowd boos as Dak reaches for the ropes….and grabs them! Phantom waits for the ref to almost get to his 5-count before breaking it. While the ref and Phantom bicker back and forth, Dak crawls towards the corner and makes the hot tag to Joe Cool! JC with the clothesline from behind and Phantom goes down. Phantom manages to gain the advantage back and hits a good german suplex. Finish comes when Phantom irish whips JC in the corner where Crocker is. Joe hits the corner and bounces right back off, clotheslining an unsuspecting Phantom right away. The momentum moves JC right into Dak’s corner and Dakstang is back in. Crocker runs in and, along with Phantom, they get a double suplex in. Crocker is back to his corner and Phantom locks in his finisher, the Welsh Wrist Lock. Dakstang, already sore from the sharpshooter..is crawling towards the ropes….but no! He taps out from the pain and this one’s over.

TD: And the tag team champions prove their dominance once again. Chalk up another win yet for Team UK as the most dominant force in the CWF has made more Americans look like the inferior country. It’s the colonial times all over again, bitches!
Jay: And we all know how that ended up, with your shitty-tasting tea just a few miles down the road in the Boston Harbor. And then a few years later, we whooped you redcoat asses!!!

*Back in the ring, Mikk and God head down to the ring, clapping their brethren. Dak and JC are heading up the ramp, unsuccessful, when Mikk pushes Dakstang out of his way. Dak takes one look at the UK Champion and clotheslines him to the ground, generating a pop from the crowd. The night ends with Dakstang and Joe Cool heading up the ramp, with mostly Dakstang jawing down at Team UK who is still in the ring.

Jay: I’ve just been told that to open up the show next week, Simon will address Team UK, Dakstang’s proposal, and the future of the Clique World Order! What a way to open up the show!
TD: Also, Felix has just announced that he will give us the remaining matches in the King of the Clique tournament, plus Dakstang versus Mikk has been signed for the pay-per-view, with the UK Title on the line!
Jay: We are desperately out of time folks, but ….

*Just then, Suntan Superman runs down the ramp, pointing up at Crocker in the ring and screaming at him, his eyes angry. Joe Cool and Dakstang grab each one of his arms and hold him back, warning him not to go down there. SS tries to break free, and Crocker is just encouraging him by laughing at him and slapping his World Tag Title belt. Meanwhile, God is screaming at Joe Cool from the ring, wrapping his arms around his waist in the “I’ll get your belt” motion. The feed fades to black.

Mikk · 05-16-2008, 03:25 PM

Uh oh, i'm facing Dak!

*Runs away and hides*

Excellent work again jay!

Suntan Superman · 05-16-2008, 03:31 PM

Oh man Crock >.> you're in for it now >.>

Slimdust · 05-16-2008, 03:41 PM

The Sexyweight Champ is in the house!

Good read jay, as always. Don't worry SS, I got your back ; )

God · 05-16-2008, 03:49 PM

I knew i'd get screwed (Thats how i saw it anyway

)

Nice work again Jayman.

Dakstang · 05-16-2008, 09:51 PM

Nice work as always Jayman.

Now what will I call the UK title when I win?...hmmmm

Inogenius · 05-16-2008, 11:06 PM

That was studly.

The commentary between you and "TD" is great.

PeaceSells · 05-17-2008, 09:24 AM

A few steps behind? Do I smell turmoil in the air?

Great work Jay.

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