Posted by NPW on 9/3/2003, 9:42 pm MACE: This following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the UNSANCTIONED WPN extreme title! Let me introduce special guest referee... DOMINIC DEMONSTONE!!! [The brooding gothic figure, looking completely ridiculous in a striped referee's shirt, relaxes against one of the turnbuckles, calmly watching the back.] [RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!] MACE: Accompanied to the ring by Heinrich Von Douchebag, Ochre River, Manitoba, weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds.....E-NORMUUUUUUUUSSS NOOOORRRRRRMAAAAAAN! [The biggest geek on earth emerges from the back, making his way to the ring. Tonight, Norman wears leotard pants with wrestling shorts and knee high boots. He also wears an Owen Nolan Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. Though this is a non-title match, the title is obviously being worn to rile up the NFAC crew. Norman slaps hands with a few fans as the trio make their way to the ring.] CROWLEY: Ahh, sweet nerd-beating. My favorite past time! MASTERS: I think this one might have a few issues with that. CROWLEY: Well, what he don't know can't hurt me, right? [Heinrich Von Deutchbagg walks over to Ariel Mace and slaps her twice for mispronouncing his name. Norman smirks at Demonstone, and begins looking under the ring to get the location of the choicest weapons. Demonstone shrugs, and remains in the ring.] CROWLEY: Ohhhh yeah. [The music has started, and the crowds are screaming, and Ken Crowley is issuing a proclamation :] CROWLEY: THE CRAY-ZEE FROM AY-ZEE IS IN TOKYO AND HE IS GONNA KICK SOME ASS! [The fans erupting around the arena, three spotlights suddenly hit the stage as Axl rose beins to scream... and the figure of "Machine Gun" Molly hops out from the back like a rabbit, her tongue jutted out the side of her mouth and a Flyers jersey over her body!] [Molly, with a green do-rag wrapped banadana-style around her forehead and with oxblood Doc Martens on her feet, grins maniacally as she hops to a halt, looking left and right at the crowd with her tongue sticking out. As the next part of the music comes, she suddenly begins to "bang her head" to the music, her red hair thrashing wildly back and forth.] [.. three jets of light shoot up from the stage as the house lights return... and the audience finding the back of TJ Killingbeck behind Molly, facing the entrance as his arms drape over the ends of the Singapore cane across his shoulders. Upon his waist gleams his own creation, the WPN Extreme title.] MASTERS: THE WPN EXTREME CHAMPION IS HERE! Here to kick some ass, here to show us how it's done, and here to flip the bird towards NFAC! [Killingbeck removes the cane from his shoulders as he walks down the ramp, handing it to Molly as he does. Molly, scrambling up to her feet, takes it in her hands before vaulting on his back, TJ's arms catching her legs to carry her "piggy-back style" to the ring. Dressed in a black "Killingbeck : NPW Pride" t-shirt, he carries Molly on his back towards the ring, depositing her outside before rolling under the ropes near Demonstone.] CROWLEY: Thank god that they have the sense to allow good, old fashioned extreme wrestling in Japan. [Standing on each of the turnbuckles and sneering slightly at the audience as Molly runs around in circles in the ring, the man everyone loves to hate finally heads to his corner, glancing over at Norman and Demonstone with a look of complete disdain. Norman finally produces a garbage can from underneath the ring, and slides underneath the rope to come up near TJ.] MACE [settling down and replacing her headset]: This will be fun! CROWLEY: Good lord, I think I agree with you Ariel. Blood, weapons, nerd-beating... MACE: Ew! I didn't mean that, I mean talking with you and Uncle Bobby again! I missed you up there in the ring. MASTERS: Why thank you Ariel. CROWLEY: Thank god I'm paid. [Ding Ding Ding!]
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[We come back to the arena, where the ever vacant Ariel Mace is standing in the ring, chatting idly with the referee.]
## As I'm taking all your money ##
## I guess I should feel sorry ##
## But I don't even trust me ##
## And you feel a certain chill ##
## How do you do? My name is trouble ##
## I'm coming in for the kill ##
## And you know I will ##
BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM!
[The lights have died, fire exploding upon the stage in five tall, red jets. As spotlights begin to flash all over Budokhan Hall, Norman stands back, knowing what he's getting in to.]
# I've been told about you #
# Steamroller, midnight stroller #
# What they've been saying must be true #
# Velvet charmer #
# Time's come to pay your dues #
[As the guitars return, Molly falls to her knees, throwing her arms in the air - and sending the arena into total darkness. A moment later...]
# A son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a #
# A son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
# A son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a #
# A son of a b###h #
# Now you're messin' with a son of a b###h #
