Post by Cid Phoenix 2013 on Mar 10, 2013 19:11:04 GMT -4
Cameras fade in from commercial break on a special edition pre-meltdown show, as "Die Die Die, My Darling" By Aiden plays throughout an arena, prompting quick boos, as out from the curtains, walks Cid Phoenix, now dressed in red and black tights, sporting a wild grown mullet hawk that looks more like a horse's mane. Cid remains stern-faced, as he slides beneath the ropes to get up and climb the turnbuckles, ignoring the jeers as he raises his arms in victory..
West: Cid Phoenix coming out to perhaps share some banter with the crowd..
Harris: Like these ungrateful morons would learn anything at all!
After being handed a mic from a ring tech. Phoenix awaits for the jeers to die down, as he stands almost militant in the ring..
Phoenix: “I’ve changed my objectives. My prime directive was to come back to this company and do something that I never accomplished in my short stay here, which was gain championship gold. But when I got here, all that I had previously done here was forgotten. So I had to start anew, start fresh. Nobody remembered that I faced and pinned an APW legend in Streets Wilson. No one brought to memory how I put the former United Champion Mannie through a car windshield. And few people even knew I that I was brought here by one of your greatest legends in Pence Weatherlight. So, I decided to play along with this whole "Twilight Zone" episode that you people had going on here and decided it best not to remind the fans of my brief accolades.
Harris: Accolades? Is he delusional?
West: Now, now.. let's hear the man out! I think he's on to something!
Phoenix: I came out here and I played the babyface, and I shook hands and kissed ugly women and even pet people's poodles--
West: Petting poodles? Now THAT'S just sick!
Harris: Would you quit clowning around?
West: But he pets other people's poodles! No one should be doing that unless it's their own!
Harris: What?!?
West: But maybe he's into that sort of thing.. I'll explain it to you later..
Phoenix: --and I started to ask myself whether all I've done was enough to get me anywhere near title contention.. But then I realized that when I'm ruthless and pent up with rage and aggression, people actually start listening to me. Otherwise, they just see me as a body walking around. They look at me and they see expendable cannon fodder for their chosen superstars and their handpicked champions. It's true, people..Yours truly is considered a second class passenger in a first class company! But I've been pushed and I've been pushed again until the corner I've been pushed into just won't give. So I have no choice but to fight my way out. No choice but to keep fighting on and survive. And how am I repaid for my efforts? By becoming the laughing stock of Meltdown. Even Mr Dangerous sells more merchandise than me and people are chanting has-been at me, when Mr. Dangerous is a never was!
A chorus of boos from the crowd, as Phoenix remains calm. He even throws a smile at the fans, while holding up his hand as he continues.
Phoenix: So tonight, I'm going to have a showcasing of my talent, in order to show you all, that I am the real deal in this company and that I am the real deal on the Meltdown Show!
The crowd starts to cheer.
Phoenix: Don’t start cheering, you ingrates! All of you people suck!
A quick return chorus of boos from the crowd as Cid shakes his head.
Phoenix: And there you have it!
Phoenix walks around the ring, pointing a finger around at the people in the audience.
Phoenix: There you people go, just like the mindless humanoids that you are, go ahead and boo me, you backwards thought process rejects! I foolishly came to this company thinking that you people would accept me with open arms? What the hell was I thinking! No sooner did I step out here and start doing what was right for me and the advancement of my career, you all turned on me like the Phillistines you are, and propped me up on a stake to watch me burn! But I have sad news for each and every one of you! Not me. No-no-no, Mojo-Jojo, you're not going to have the pleasure of seeing me fall by the wayside like so many of these other losers who just can't handle the heat in the kitchen. My last name is Phoenix, I'm hot and I'm sexy and whether you all like it or not, I am going to grace your television screens for a long time!
The capacity crowd boos. PHOENIX SUCKS echoes throughout the arena, as Phoenix leans on the top rope and rubs his face in frustration.
West: This crowd letting Phoenix know just what they feel about him!
Harris: He speaks the wise words of truth! Screw these Sheeple! They suck!!!
Phoenix again raises the microphone to his lips and speaks again.
Phoenix: So why don't we just get this all over with and get a referee out here so that I can show you all why I'm going to be victorious this week and every week afterward, until I get a championship around my waist!
A referee comes out and walks briskly towards the ring, as Phoenix hands the microphone to the now in-ring ring announcer. and stretches as he pulls on the top rope.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following is a one fall match! In the ring at this time, from Brooklyn, New York - He weighs in at 176 pounds, CIIIIIIIIID PHOOEEEEEEEEEENIIIIIIIIXXX!!!
Harris: Isn't this a treat, West? We actually get the see Phoenix in action before Meltdown this week against Pat Stay!
West: This is just another pompous ploy by this arrogant man to try and discredit his opponent!
Ring Announcer: And HIS OPPONENT!!! Coming now down the aisle, he hails from Worcester, Massachussetts! Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Joey Green!!!
Joey Green comes jogging down to the aisle. He slides under the ropes and raises his fist to the cheering crowd.
West: This Green looks quite ready for a match!
Harris: Why do you say that? Because He's taller than Cid?
West: Would you stop with that?
Green immediately charges from behind and hits a stiff forearm across the back of Cid Phoenix's neck, knocking him down, as the ref calls for the bell.
West: Wow, what a shot by this young hopeful, Joey Green!
Harris: Phoenix is down, and he's taking the fight to the veteran!"
Green yanks Phoenix up and goes for the irish whip, but Phoenix counters. Green comes off the ropes and hits a picture perfect huracanrana, transitioning into a modified victory roll, as the ref drops down for a two count, but Phoenix kicks out in desperation.
Harris: Holy Cow! We almost saw a quick victory there!
West: Uhm, Holy Cow??
Harris: It was all I could come up with!
Phoenix nips up onto his feet, and is immediately intercepted by Green, who locks in a tight headlock. He wrenches the hold as Phoenix screams in pain.
West: This kid is really something! Where's he from?"
Harris: Straight out of Developmental. Probably on steroids!
Phoenix tries to fight out of the hold to no avail, finally resorting to elbow jabs to the ribs. He forces Green over to the ropes and uses the momentum to whip him to the ropes, attempting a back drop, but Green back flips over him. Phoenix turns around and catches a dropkick right to the mouth, sending him flat on his back near the ropes.
West: This kid's in high gear with no brakes! Cid Phoenix had better watch out!
Again he drags Phoenix up onto his feet, and attempts an irish whip. Again, as before Phoenix counters and attempts an armdrag, but Green manages to land on his feet, and execute a modified one handed arm drag of his own, sending Phoenix flying overhead and crashing backfirst into the second and bottom turnbuckles. Phoenix slumps facedown, as Green pumps both fists and gets the crowd fired up.
Harris: Phoenix's problem is that he has to get this kid grounded and take control of the match. This kid's barely out of his twenties and hopped up on hormones. Cid's pushing thirty and perhaps not as fast as he used to be! He's got to find a way to put a stop to his offense!
West: That's a very astute observation as we're seeing the results right here right now!"
Phoenix is slow to get up onto his feet, shaking the cobwebs and coming too a bit too late, as Green measures him and spikes him back down hard with a jumping leg lariat.
Phoenix rolls to the center of the ring, holding the back of his head, as Green yells to the crowd and makes a cutthroat gesture.
Harris: I think this kid is signaling for the big finish!
West: He feels it! The crowd feels it, and Cid's about to feel it too!
Cid staggers up, as Green runs at him full speed and rams him with a sickening front dropkick that sends him flying backwards into the opposite corner. He bounces out, holding his back. Green then lunges forth and goes for another huracanrana, but Phoenix senses it, grasping the young man's thighs and dropping him with a sitout powerbomb. Green groans as he rolls around in pain on the mat. Cid Phoenix just lays there staring up at the lights, while catching his breath.
West: Nice counter by Phoenix. He scouted the move and worked it to his advantage!"
Harris: Seemed like a lucky break to me. Green clearly had him reeling!"
Phoenix uses the nearby ropes to pull himself up, as Green is up on his hands and knees. Phoenix runs to the ropes behind Green and rebounds, rolling forth with..
Both: ROLLING THUNDER!!!
Harris: He got all of that move!"
Green is flat on his stomach as Phoenix rolls him over for the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-- KICKOUT!!!
Harris: How did Joey Green kick out of that???
West: I think that was sheer instinct!
Phoenix sits next to Green, cursing to himself, as the referee explains that the count was only two. Phoenix quickly gets up and starts stomping on Green, who rolls over to the ropes to get the referee to break the assault. The referee tries to push Phoenix away, but he just continues.
West: Phoenix is stomping this kid into the mat!
Harris: He's lost it, West. He's like a man possessed!!!
The referee counts to four, but then physically intervenes, having to pull Phoenix off of the youngster as the capacity crowd now start booing. Phoenix acknowledges them and gives the crowd a double bird.
West: That's just classless on the part of Cid Phoenix! This is supposed to be a respectfu exhibition, and he's legitimately trying to hurt this kid!"
Harris: Say what you want, West! I personally like this aggressive side to Cid Phoenix! One doesn't get to win titles by being any sort of a pushover!"
Graham stirs out of the corner and up onto his feet. Phoenix grabs him by the hair and smashes him facefirst into the turnbuckle. Back down to the mat goes Graham, as Phoenix climbs the turnbuckles and claps to the fans, stirring them up in a frenzy.
Harris: He's telling them exactly what he thinks of them, West!"
West: Yeah well, it looks like the feeling is mutual, Harris!"
Phoenix measures Green for an axehandle elbow from the second rope, but Green moves out of the way. Phoenix gets up favoring his arm, and Green see this, electing to grab his opponent's wrist and execute an arm wrench, but this only infuriates Phoenix, who nails Green in the nose with a snapping left jab. Green recoils as the stinging punch does its job and distracts him, long enough for Phoenix to take him down with an inverted DDT. Green's body hits the canvas, and he jolts, kicking wildly as he holds the back of his head.
Harris: Pat Stay had better be taking some pointers here, because Cid Phoenix looks like he's about to dismantle his opponent, Joey Green here tonight!
Cid gets up and grabs Green's leg, half way executing a Figure Four Leglock before jumping down with his full weight on the leg and wrenching it after. Green groans in pain, as the ref checks on him, but Green lets him know that he's not out of the fightby shaking his head.
West: Green's hanging tough in there against Cid Phoenix!
Harris: I'm not sure if that's a wise move there, West!
As if on cue with Harris' statement, Phoenix becomes enraged with the fact that a supposed easy showing against his opponent in this exhibition, has turned out to be a showcasing of his opponent's talent, and releases the hold, storming over the the opposite turnbuckle and bashing his own face into the turnbuckle.
Harris: Uh-Oh! I think he's really lost it now!
West: He is actually smashing his face into the turnbuckles!
Harris: Green had better hope that he knocks himself out! At least then he would'nt have to put in so much work!
Green staggers - slow getting to his feet, as Phoenix continues using his own face for a battering ram on the turnbuckles. The crowd all start to cheer, averting Phoenix's attention from his turnbuckle facelift, to his opponent, staggering up onto his feet. Screaming, Phoenix charges Green and--
Both: CHOP BLOCK!!!
Harris: Oh my God! He really nailed him good behind the knee!
West: Did you see the way his leg gave?
Indeed it was a crooked shot, and one that perhaps was done on purpose, as Green screams in agony, pounding on the mat. His leg lying almost lifeless underneath the weight of Cid Phoenix, looks to be positioned at an angle that suggests a possible dislocation or a break. Phoenix smiles and drools on his own chest as he wildly looks on in delight at what he's done.
West: Oh, come on ref! Stop the match!
Harris: Cid Phoenix may have ruined this poor boy's chances at someday being a noted superstar!
Inside the ring, Phoenix grabs Green's now-seemingly broken leg and holds onto it as he turns the man over in a twisted half boston crab! Green squeals as he taps and cries as his face becomes a mask of tears and snot. The referee, hearing the man's inhuman screams, immediately calls for the bell.
Harris: Phoenix isn't letting go!!!
Indeed he isn't, as he merely holds on to the hold in a smiling trance-like state. The referee admonishes Phoenix, who doesn't even seem to realize that he's there. Finally, the referee again has to physically free the poor young hopeful from Cid Phoenix's grip.
Harris: It looks like Green's passed out!
West: Mercifully enough, the refere was able to get Phoenix to release the hold.
The referee is suddenly in Phoenix's face. Phoenix shoves the referee back, angering the ref, who makes a call, and goes to the ring announcer. The ring announcer in turn, gets on the mic.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! The referee has reveresed his decision and awarded this match to the winner of this contest---
JOOOOOEEEEEEEEYYYYYY GRREEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!
The crowd goes ballistic. Phoenix is beside himself, as he stomps about and kicks the bottom ring ropes. He gets in the referees face, but the stalwart ref, merely tugs on his own shirt, claiming himself to be an authority.
West: That's it ref! Show him who's boss! Let him know that he can't run around bullying young wrestlers and referees!
Harris: I can't believe referee Chad Michaels had it in him! He actually---
WHAM!!!
West: What the?!?
Harris: He just PhD'ed the ref right in the middle of the ring!!!
West: What a despicable display of disrespect - to the fans, the ref, even the very sport of wrestling itself!
Phoenix then grabs both of referee Chad Michaels' legs and looks left and right and around at the fans.
West: What's he planning on doing now, this maniac?
Phoenix screams to the rafters, amongst the sounds of the heavily jeering fans, but even the announcers are able to hear what it is..
Phoenix: SCORPION!!!
West: Oh, God.. No!
Harris: That's the same move that took Hano Eiyu out of business and retired him!
West: Somebody get in there and stop this man! He's clearly crossed the line here tonight!
Phoenix crosses the legs and starts to lock on the move, beginning to twist the man over, but as if right on cue, a team of men wearing security shirts arrive. They run down the aisle and enter the ring, but Phoenix is already sliding underneath the ropes and hopping over the barricade.
West: Thank God Security has arrived to put a stop to this!
Harris: Another couple of seconds and we would have been short a referee..
West: I tell you, someone has to take executive action against this Phoenix! He's walking around like he can do anything he wants around here!
Harris: Maybe it's a Napoleonic Complex! He IS after all the shortest superstar on the Meltdown Rost-- Come to think of it, I think that at 5'8" 5'9", Cid Phoenix is the shortest superstar that we have in the entire fed!
West: That is certainly no excuse for the man's actions as of late and I for one would like to see someone put a stop to these vicious assaults!
Harris: Well, if there's one thing I've learned in this business, it's that if you knock on the Devil's door long enough, eventually someone's gonna answer!
West: I couldn't have said it better myself!
Harris: Wow.. we agree on something..
West: Hmm.. I'm being told that this maniac has now commandeered one of our cameras and has a microphone..
Harris: Let's see what he has to say!
Cameras Cut To:
A shot of Cid Phoenix, dousing his mullethawk with a bottle of water, amongst some cheering fans. He seems a bit outof breath, as he smiles to the camera. Several fans start an ASX chant, but he ignores this as he raises the microphone to his lips..
Phoenix: Hey! All you idiots out there, watching on T.V. got to see what happens when someone pisses me off! Last week on Meltdown, Amy Zing got lucky, but it won''t happen again! I'm tired of playing Mr. Nice Guy and not reaping any reward for my actions!
Harris: He's right, you know!
West: He's a hothead!
Phoenix: I realized that whenever I made the best impact, it was always when I put somebody on the shelf or gave them the beating of their lives! And that's what the Meltdown Roster can expect from now on! More anger and more violence! I don't care about lawsuits and I don't care about some rugrat and his crotchety old man! I'm gonna stomp my way to the top and I'll pin, hurt, maim or humiliate anyone who stands in my way! And I can only hope that my opponent this week, Pat Stay can have enough sense to stay down and lose like a man! Because what you have seen week in and week out is a man struggling with his own conscience, but NO MORE!!! I've had it with the disrespect from the fans--
Phoenix turns around to all the cheering fans and addresses them.
Phoenix: SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU STUPID IDIOTS!!! I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE!!!!
Phoenix then turns back to the camera, but one fan decides to throw a can of Donkey Punch at his head. The enpty can bounces off of the side of Phoenix's head, as he turns to the smiling fan and lunges, screaming. The nearby fans scatter, a woman can be heard screaming, and the cameraman's now shaky camera work looks like something out of Cloverfield, until he regains his control, in time to show Phoenix chasing the fan around like a schoolboy playing tag in the schoolyard. The fan playfully dodges and runs away from Phoenix, who is having none of it. He screams.
Phoenix: Come here, you little shit!
Camera cuts back to West and Harris, as they shake their heads in disdain.
West: He shouldn't be wrestling, he should be locked away in an asylum!
Harris: Did you see that fan's fancy footwork though? He oughta be trying out for the Packers with moves like that!
West looks at his broadcast colleague.
West: Tell me again, why I come out here to join you?
Harris: Because I am most entertaining!
West stares at for a moment, and then laughs.
West: We'll be back after this commercial break!
West: Cid Phoenix coming out to perhaps share some banter with the crowd..
Harris: Like these ungrateful morons would learn anything at all!
After being handed a mic from a ring tech. Phoenix awaits for the jeers to die down, as he stands almost militant in the ring..
Phoenix: “I’ve changed my objectives. My prime directive was to come back to this company and do something that I never accomplished in my short stay here, which was gain championship gold. But when I got here, all that I had previously done here was forgotten. So I had to start anew, start fresh. Nobody remembered that I faced and pinned an APW legend in Streets Wilson. No one brought to memory how I put the former United Champion Mannie through a car windshield. And few people even knew I that I was brought here by one of your greatest legends in Pence Weatherlight. So, I decided to play along with this whole "Twilight Zone" episode that you people had going on here and decided it best not to remind the fans of my brief accolades.
Harris: Accolades? Is he delusional?
West: Now, now.. let's hear the man out! I think he's on to something!
Phoenix: I came out here and I played the babyface, and I shook hands and kissed ugly women and even pet people's poodles--
West: Petting poodles? Now THAT'S just sick!
Harris: Would you quit clowning around?
West: But he pets other people's poodles! No one should be doing that unless it's their own!
Harris: What?!?
West: But maybe he's into that sort of thing.. I'll explain it to you later..
Phoenix: --and I started to ask myself whether all I've done was enough to get me anywhere near title contention.. But then I realized that when I'm ruthless and pent up with rage and aggression, people actually start listening to me. Otherwise, they just see me as a body walking around. They look at me and they see expendable cannon fodder for their chosen superstars and their handpicked champions. It's true, people..Yours truly is considered a second class passenger in a first class company! But I've been pushed and I've been pushed again until the corner I've been pushed into just won't give. So I have no choice but to fight my way out. No choice but to keep fighting on and survive. And how am I repaid for my efforts? By becoming the laughing stock of Meltdown. Even Mr Dangerous sells more merchandise than me and people are chanting has-been at me, when Mr. Dangerous is a never was!
A chorus of boos from the crowd, as Phoenix remains calm. He even throws a smile at the fans, while holding up his hand as he continues.
Phoenix: So tonight, I'm going to have a showcasing of my talent, in order to show you all, that I am the real deal in this company and that I am the real deal on the Meltdown Show!
The crowd starts to cheer.
Phoenix: Don’t start cheering, you ingrates! All of you people suck!
A quick return chorus of boos from the crowd as Cid shakes his head.
Phoenix: And there you have it!
Phoenix walks around the ring, pointing a finger around at the people in the audience.
Phoenix: There you people go, just like the mindless humanoids that you are, go ahead and boo me, you backwards thought process rejects! I foolishly came to this company thinking that you people would accept me with open arms? What the hell was I thinking! No sooner did I step out here and start doing what was right for me and the advancement of my career, you all turned on me like the Phillistines you are, and propped me up on a stake to watch me burn! But I have sad news for each and every one of you! Not me. No-no-no, Mojo-Jojo, you're not going to have the pleasure of seeing me fall by the wayside like so many of these other losers who just can't handle the heat in the kitchen. My last name is Phoenix, I'm hot and I'm sexy and whether you all like it or not, I am going to grace your television screens for a long time!
The capacity crowd boos. PHOENIX SUCKS echoes throughout the arena, as Phoenix leans on the top rope and rubs his face in frustration.
West: This crowd letting Phoenix know just what they feel about him!
Harris: He speaks the wise words of truth! Screw these Sheeple! They suck!!!
Phoenix again raises the microphone to his lips and speaks again.
Phoenix: So why don't we just get this all over with and get a referee out here so that I can show you all why I'm going to be victorious this week and every week afterward, until I get a championship around my waist!
A referee comes out and walks briskly towards the ring, as Phoenix hands the microphone to the now in-ring ring announcer. and stretches as he pulls on the top rope.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following is a one fall match! In the ring at this time, from Brooklyn, New York - He weighs in at 176 pounds, CIIIIIIIIID PHOOEEEEEEEEEENIIIIIIIIXXX!!!
Harris: Isn't this a treat, West? We actually get the see Phoenix in action before Meltdown this week against Pat Stay!
West: This is just another pompous ploy by this arrogant man to try and discredit his opponent!
Ring Announcer: And HIS OPPONENT!!! Coming now down the aisle, he hails from Worcester, Massachussetts! Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Joey Green!!!
Joey Green comes jogging down to the aisle. He slides under the ropes and raises his fist to the cheering crowd.
West: This Green looks quite ready for a match!
Harris: Why do you say that? Because He's taller than Cid?
West: Would you stop with that?
Green immediately charges from behind and hits a stiff forearm across the back of Cid Phoenix's neck, knocking him down, as the ref calls for the bell.
West: Wow, what a shot by this young hopeful, Joey Green!
Harris: Phoenix is down, and he's taking the fight to the veteran!"
Green yanks Phoenix up and goes for the irish whip, but Phoenix counters. Green comes off the ropes and hits a picture perfect huracanrana, transitioning into a modified victory roll, as the ref drops down for a two count, but Phoenix kicks out in desperation.
Harris: Holy Cow! We almost saw a quick victory there!
West: Uhm, Holy Cow??
Harris: It was all I could come up with!
Phoenix nips up onto his feet, and is immediately intercepted by Green, who locks in a tight headlock. He wrenches the hold as Phoenix screams in pain.
West: This kid is really something! Where's he from?"
Harris: Straight out of Developmental. Probably on steroids!
Phoenix tries to fight out of the hold to no avail, finally resorting to elbow jabs to the ribs. He forces Green over to the ropes and uses the momentum to whip him to the ropes, attempting a back drop, but Green back flips over him. Phoenix turns around and catches a dropkick right to the mouth, sending him flat on his back near the ropes.
West: This kid's in high gear with no brakes! Cid Phoenix had better watch out!
Again he drags Phoenix up onto his feet, and attempts an irish whip. Again, as before Phoenix counters and attempts an armdrag, but Green manages to land on his feet, and execute a modified one handed arm drag of his own, sending Phoenix flying overhead and crashing backfirst into the second and bottom turnbuckles. Phoenix slumps facedown, as Green pumps both fists and gets the crowd fired up.
Harris: Phoenix's problem is that he has to get this kid grounded and take control of the match. This kid's barely out of his twenties and hopped up on hormones. Cid's pushing thirty and perhaps not as fast as he used to be! He's got to find a way to put a stop to his offense!
West: That's a very astute observation as we're seeing the results right here right now!"
Phoenix is slow to get up onto his feet, shaking the cobwebs and coming too a bit too late, as Green measures him and spikes him back down hard with a jumping leg lariat.
Phoenix rolls to the center of the ring, holding the back of his head, as Green yells to the crowd and makes a cutthroat gesture.
Harris: I think this kid is signaling for the big finish!
West: He feels it! The crowd feels it, and Cid's about to feel it too!
Cid staggers up, as Green runs at him full speed and rams him with a sickening front dropkick that sends him flying backwards into the opposite corner. He bounces out, holding his back. Green then lunges forth and goes for another huracanrana, but Phoenix senses it, grasping the young man's thighs and dropping him with a sitout powerbomb. Green groans as he rolls around in pain on the mat. Cid Phoenix just lays there staring up at the lights, while catching his breath.
West: Nice counter by Phoenix. He scouted the move and worked it to his advantage!"
Harris: Seemed like a lucky break to me. Green clearly had him reeling!"
Phoenix uses the nearby ropes to pull himself up, as Green is up on his hands and knees. Phoenix runs to the ropes behind Green and rebounds, rolling forth with..
Both: ROLLING THUNDER!!!
Harris: He got all of that move!"
Green is flat on his stomach as Phoenix rolls him over for the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-- KICKOUT!!!
Harris: How did Joey Green kick out of that???
West: I think that was sheer instinct!
Phoenix sits next to Green, cursing to himself, as the referee explains that the count was only two. Phoenix quickly gets up and starts stomping on Green, who rolls over to the ropes to get the referee to break the assault. The referee tries to push Phoenix away, but he just continues.
West: Phoenix is stomping this kid into the mat!
Harris: He's lost it, West. He's like a man possessed!!!
The referee counts to four, but then physically intervenes, having to pull Phoenix off of the youngster as the capacity crowd now start booing. Phoenix acknowledges them and gives the crowd a double bird.
West: That's just classless on the part of Cid Phoenix! This is supposed to be a respectfu exhibition, and he's legitimately trying to hurt this kid!"
Harris: Say what you want, West! I personally like this aggressive side to Cid Phoenix! One doesn't get to win titles by being any sort of a pushover!"
Graham stirs out of the corner and up onto his feet. Phoenix grabs him by the hair and smashes him facefirst into the turnbuckle. Back down to the mat goes Graham, as Phoenix climbs the turnbuckles and claps to the fans, stirring them up in a frenzy.
Harris: He's telling them exactly what he thinks of them, West!"
West: Yeah well, it looks like the feeling is mutual, Harris!"
Phoenix measures Green for an axehandle elbow from the second rope, but Green moves out of the way. Phoenix gets up favoring his arm, and Green see this, electing to grab his opponent's wrist and execute an arm wrench, but this only infuriates Phoenix, who nails Green in the nose with a snapping left jab. Green recoils as the stinging punch does its job and distracts him, long enough for Phoenix to take him down with an inverted DDT. Green's body hits the canvas, and he jolts, kicking wildly as he holds the back of his head.
Harris: Pat Stay had better be taking some pointers here, because Cid Phoenix looks like he's about to dismantle his opponent, Joey Green here tonight!
Cid gets up and grabs Green's leg, half way executing a Figure Four Leglock before jumping down with his full weight on the leg and wrenching it after. Green groans in pain, as the ref checks on him, but Green lets him know that he's not out of the fightby shaking his head.
West: Green's hanging tough in there against Cid Phoenix!
Harris: I'm not sure if that's a wise move there, West!
As if on cue with Harris' statement, Phoenix becomes enraged with the fact that a supposed easy showing against his opponent in this exhibition, has turned out to be a showcasing of his opponent's talent, and releases the hold, storming over the the opposite turnbuckle and bashing his own face into the turnbuckle.
Harris: Uh-Oh! I think he's really lost it now!
West: He is actually smashing his face into the turnbuckles!
Harris: Green had better hope that he knocks himself out! At least then he would'nt have to put in so much work!
Green staggers - slow getting to his feet, as Phoenix continues using his own face for a battering ram on the turnbuckles. The crowd all start to cheer, averting Phoenix's attention from his turnbuckle facelift, to his opponent, staggering up onto his feet. Screaming, Phoenix charges Green and--
Both: CHOP BLOCK!!!
Harris: Oh my God! He really nailed him good behind the knee!
West: Did you see the way his leg gave?
Indeed it was a crooked shot, and one that perhaps was done on purpose, as Green screams in agony, pounding on the mat. His leg lying almost lifeless underneath the weight of Cid Phoenix, looks to be positioned at an angle that suggests a possible dislocation or a break. Phoenix smiles and drools on his own chest as he wildly looks on in delight at what he's done.
West: Oh, come on ref! Stop the match!
Harris: Cid Phoenix may have ruined this poor boy's chances at someday being a noted superstar!
Inside the ring, Phoenix grabs Green's now-seemingly broken leg and holds onto it as he turns the man over in a twisted half boston crab! Green squeals as he taps and cries as his face becomes a mask of tears and snot. The referee, hearing the man's inhuman screams, immediately calls for the bell.
Harris: Phoenix isn't letting go!!!
Indeed he isn't, as he merely holds on to the hold in a smiling trance-like state. The referee admonishes Phoenix, who doesn't even seem to realize that he's there. Finally, the referee again has to physically free the poor young hopeful from Cid Phoenix's grip.
Harris: It looks like Green's passed out!
West: Mercifully enough, the refere was able to get Phoenix to release the hold.
The referee is suddenly in Phoenix's face. Phoenix shoves the referee back, angering the ref, who makes a call, and goes to the ring announcer. The ring announcer in turn, gets on the mic.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! The referee has reveresed his decision and awarded this match to the winner of this contest---
JOOOOOEEEEEEEEYYYYYY GRREEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!
The crowd goes ballistic. Phoenix is beside himself, as he stomps about and kicks the bottom ring ropes. He gets in the referees face, but the stalwart ref, merely tugs on his own shirt, claiming himself to be an authority.
West: That's it ref! Show him who's boss! Let him know that he can't run around bullying young wrestlers and referees!
Harris: I can't believe referee Chad Michaels had it in him! He actually---
WHAM!!!
West: What the?!?
Harris: He just PhD'ed the ref right in the middle of the ring!!!
West: What a despicable display of disrespect - to the fans, the ref, even the very sport of wrestling itself!
Phoenix then grabs both of referee Chad Michaels' legs and looks left and right and around at the fans.
West: What's he planning on doing now, this maniac?
Phoenix screams to the rafters, amongst the sounds of the heavily jeering fans, but even the announcers are able to hear what it is..
Phoenix: SCORPION!!!
West: Oh, God.. No!
Harris: That's the same move that took Hano Eiyu out of business and retired him!
West: Somebody get in there and stop this man! He's clearly crossed the line here tonight!
Phoenix crosses the legs and starts to lock on the move, beginning to twist the man over, but as if right on cue, a team of men wearing security shirts arrive. They run down the aisle and enter the ring, but Phoenix is already sliding underneath the ropes and hopping over the barricade.
West: Thank God Security has arrived to put a stop to this!
Harris: Another couple of seconds and we would have been short a referee..
West: I tell you, someone has to take executive action against this Phoenix! He's walking around like he can do anything he wants around here!
Harris: Maybe it's a Napoleonic Complex! He IS after all the shortest superstar on the Meltdown Rost-- Come to think of it, I think that at 5'8" 5'9", Cid Phoenix is the shortest superstar that we have in the entire fed!
West: That is certainly no excuse for the man's actions as of late and I for one would like to see someone put a stop to these vicious assaults!
Harris: Well, if there's one thing I've learned in this business, it's that if you knock on the Devil's door long enough, eventually someone's gonna answer!
West: I couldn't have said it better myself!
Harris: Wow.. we agree on something..
West: Hmm.. I'm being told that this maniac has now commandeered one of our cameras and has a microphone..
Harris: Let's see what he has to say!
Cameras Cut To:
A shot of Cid Phoenix, dousing his mullethawk with a bottle of water, amongst some cheering fans. He seems a bit outof breath, as he smiles to the camera. Several fans start an ASX chant, but he ignores this as he raises the microphone to his lips..
Phoenix: Hey! All you idiots out there, watching on T.V. got to see what happens when someone pisses me off! Last week on Meltdown, Amy Zing got lucky, but it won''t happen again! I'm tired of playing Mr. Nice Guy and not reaping any reward for my actions!
Harris: He's right, you know!
West: He's a hothead!
Phoenix: I realized that whenever I made the best impact, it was always when I put somebody on the shelf or gave them the beating of their lives! And that's what the Meltdown Roster can expect from now on! More anger and more violence! I don't care about lawsuits and I don't care about some rugrat and his crotchety old man! I'm gonna stomp my way to the top and I'll pin, hurt, maim or humiliate anyone who stands in my way! And I can only hope that my opponent this week, Pat Stay can have enough sense to stay down and lose like a man! Because what you have seen week in and week out is a man struggling with his own conscience, but NO MORE!!! I've had it with the disrespect from the fans--
Phoenix turns around to all the cheering fans and addresses them.
Phoenix: SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU STUPID IDIOTS!!! I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE!!!!
Phoenix then turns back to the camera, but one fan decides to throw a can of Donkey Punch at his head. The enpty can bounces off of the side of Phoenix's head, as he turns to the smiling fan and lunges, screaming. The nearby fans scatter, a woman can be heard screaming, and the cameraman's now shaky camera work looks like something out of Cloverfield, until he regains his control, in time to show Phoenix chasing the fan around like a schoolboy playing tag in the schoolyard. The fan playfully dodges and runs away from Phoenix, who is having none of it. He screams.
Phoenix: Come here, you little shit!
Camera cuts back to West and Harris, as they shake their heads in disdain.
West: He shouldn't be wrestling, he should be locked away in an asylum!
Harris: Did you see that fan's fancy footwork though? He oughta be trying out for the Packers with moves like that!
West looks at his broadcast colleague.
West: Tell me again, why I come out here to join you?
Harris: Because I am most entertaining!
West stares at for a moment, and then laughs.
West: We'll be back after this commercial break!
