Hard Knox 11/10/2001

[The Hoosier Dome goes dark, and the sound of a record coming to the player in an old jukebox is heard The needle hits the vinyl and the scratchy sound of worn music hits the speaker system. Richie Valens' "Donna" begins to play.]

##Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna##
##Oh, Donna, Oh, Donna##
##I had a girl##
##Donna was her name##
##Since she left me##
##I've never been the same##
##'cause I love my girl##
##Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?##

[Through the crowd, a lanky figure with sullen eyes, blonde unkept hair, and wearing only a pair of stained hospital scrub pants, comes across the railing. Corpse.]

[Corpse crawls into the ring under the bottom rope, and slide over to the corner. Waiting.]

JO:Introducing Next.

[The Lights Drop Off. Leaving us in the Dark.]

JO: HE IS FROM SEATTLE WASHINGTON. HE STANDS AT SIX FEET FOUR INCHES TALL.

HE WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THRITY POUNDS.

HE HAILS FROM PHOENIX UNDERGROUND WRESTLING.

HE IS YOU NATIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL J-CROWN CHAMPION.

THE HUMAN NAILBOMB.

DDDDDEEEEEZZZZZ BBBBRRRRAAAADDDDLLLEEEYYYY....

[The TSW Big Screen comes to life with Various Shots of Dez in action. Dez hitting moves on chairs. Dez pounding Perry Evans with his hands wrapped in barbwire. Other random hardcore shots. As "Payback" by Slayer begins its ripping course through the Stadium bringing the fans to their feet for their J-Crown Champion.]

## You need to take a closer look at me ##
## Cause I was born to be the thorn in your side ##
## No matter what you think you're gonna see ##
## You never wanted this barrage of fucking pride ##
## You don't want none of me ##

[Dez steps out from the back, sans Pyro of course. Dez stands at the top of the ramp letting the crowds energy absorb in to his skin. His head is hung over his bald head dripping from water poured over it recently. Dez's upper body has some random bandages on it left over from the brutal Hell in a Cell against Perry Evans. His forehead has some stitching but really it doesn't seem to be bother Dez. His Upper Boyd is bare of course. Around his waist wrapped tight in the NWC J-Crown. It glimmers with it's crimson coat intermixed with Gold. He wears the same bloody camo shorts from last week and the same weather worn Combat Boots. His Fists are Taped with heavily with his Black Tape. His head slowly rises and glares at Corpse so far. yet so close. As Dez begins his route to the ring. Jeff Manis comes out behind Dez. He is trying to look serious but failing. He is wearing Camo pants. and a PUW Shirt. And even has on a Battle Helmet. Over his shoulder Jeff carries a Black backpack.]

## You've got a fucking catheter in your brain ##
## Pissing your common sense away ##
## When you draw first blood you can't stop this fight ##
## For my own peace of mind ##
## I'm going to ##

[Dez continues his jaunt to the ring Slapping hands with a few of the random fans who reach out for their Hardcore Anti-Hero. Jeff Manis just follows behind trying to look as tough and campy as he can.]

## Tear your fucking eyes out ##
## Rip your fucking flesh off ##
## Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass ##
## Fuck you and your progress ##
## Watch me fucking regress ##
## You were made to take the fall - now you're nothing ##
## Payback's a bitch motherfucker ##

[Dez stops short of the ring and looks up at the challenger. Dez rolls his neck around and whispers something to Jeff Manis. Manis nods goofily before going back in to serious mode.]

## You only live to be a parasite ##
## Your life must suck when nothing's going your way ##
## Everything melts away before your eyes ##
## You're just a punk that doesn't have the sense to get away ##
## Get the fuck away ##

[Dez unstraps the J-Crown and Drops it to the floor. Dez Tilts his head skyward as some random ring attendant comes and takes his belt over to the table. Jeff Manis takes his place in Dez's corner on the outside.]

## You've got a fucking catheter in your brain ##
## Pissing your common sense away ##
## This is for the mindfuck ##
## This is for the hell of it ##
## This is for me- ##
## I'm going to ##

[Dez slides in to the ring and leaps to his feet raising his arms. The crowd roars in approval. Dez turns towards Corpse and waits for the belt to ring as the last few lyrics run off as Kerry King sends the song off through a fading hyper speed Solo.]

JH: Corpse not wasting anytime as he drills the champ with a clothesline. Solid boots to the shoulder and neck of Bradley. Corpse now with a handful of hair pulls Dez up and whips him into the ropes. Clothesline attempt ducked by Bradley, flying elbow by Dez sends Corpse down.

ST: C'mon Corpse don't play like a well.corpse.

JH: Bradley now with Corpse in the corner and those are vicious elbows to the jaw. Reverse knife edge by Bradley.

ST: Bradley is peppering the challenger with solid lefts and rights. This is what TSW needs a good brawl every week.

JH: Thumb to the eye by Corpse and he follows that up with a swinging neck breaker. Now Corpse off the ropes and he drives an elbow into the gut of Bradley Early cover by the challenger..

ONE

TWO

JH: Bradley rolls his shoulder. Corpse pulling Dez up and levels him with another clothesline. The challenger now heading to up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps, Bradley moves.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

ST: Bad move by Corpse and now Bradley is on the attack again. Dez grabs the arm and drags him down Japanese style. Corpse quickly gets back up, only to be met with a Bradley drop-kick, that he swats at aimlessly.

JH: An attempt at a standing side kick is caught and Bradley and he hits a dragonscrew legwhip. Corpse is up but then gets driven into the mat with a double arm DDT. Cover by the champion.

ONE

TWOOOOO

JH: Corpse gets his shoulder up. Corpse is up but groggy. Bradley and Corpse in a collar and elbow again. Bradley with a knee to the mid-section. He follows that up with a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX. Bradley scoops up Corpse and he slides out. Corpse with a hand full of hair INVERTED DDT. Corpse whips Dez into the ropes.

ST: [interrupts] Missed clothesline attempt by Corpse. Bradley puts on the breaks, Corpse turns around boot to the midsection, JUMPING DDT by Bradley. Lateral pin by Bradley

ONE

TWO

THREE

ST: Corpse barely gets his shoulder up. Bradley is up and grinds the heel of his boot into Corpse's face. Bradley drags Corpse to the corner and just begins stomping on him. Now Dez is wrapping Corpse's arm around the bottom ring rope. Is that whimpering I hear coming from Corpse. Yeah Corpse is in there whimpering like a little girl.

JH: That's not whimpering. Bradley has that arm wrenched in a bad position.

ST: Corpse just needs to suck it up. I can hear him whining from here.

JH: Bradley is picking things up in this match a little more seriously now. He whips Corpse into the far corner and follows with a devastating drop kick to the back of the head. Bradley now with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX. Float over by Dez....

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

JH: Corpse slides his shoulder out. Corpse is showing us what he is made of tonight folks. He could have given up after the second pin attempt but he's still in there giving it his all.

ST: He'll disgrace us all is more like it.

JH: Bradley pulls Corpse up by the hair and whips him into the ropes. Back body drop attempt by Bradley, Corpse counters and rolls over. Dez turns around. Desperation DDT by Corpse that dazes Bradley. If Corpse could just throw an arm over the chest of Bradley the ref could count the pin fall.

ST: Corpse with a surprising move. I think he caught the champ off guard. The ref has broken into his count and is already at six. Corpse is pulling himself up using the ropes. Where the hell is Corpse going.

JH: Corpse is on the top rope. SENTON BOMB SENTON BOMB. Corpse took a big chance and it paid off. The challenger rolls onto the downed champion.

ONE

TWO

THREE

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

JH: Bradley got his shoulder up. The fans can't believe it, the ref can't believe and Corpse can't believe it.

ST: Yeah but I believe it. Corpse isn't going to bring us the championship because he doesn't have a backbone. Just look at how he won this title shot.

JH: SHUT UP! Corpse rolling Bradley up quick cover by the challenger.

ONE

TWOOOOOOOOOOO

JH: The ref wasn't in position what an idiot. That's going to cost the region the J-Crown title.

ST: Bradley kicks out. If Corpse continues at this rate it's going to be a long night.

JH: Corpse seems to be lacking something...

ST: From that pin attempt just now I'd say it's common sense.

JH: No. Corpse whipping Bradley into the ropes and nailing him with a drop kick. Now with a springboard. Guillotine leg drop by Corpse, Bradley move! Bradley pulling Corpse up standing switch low blow by Bradley. Corpse is hurting. But he has Dez in a waistlock. Stiff elbow by Bradley and he reverses the waistlock puts on the full nelson and drops Corpse with the Dragonbomb full-nelson powerbomb but holds on, picks Corpse up, and hits ANOTHER one. Bradley showing what a champion is made of. Ref in position.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE

JH: No. Corpse slips out barely.

ST: This guy is lucky. That's it. I've made my verdict.

JH: Okay Mills.

ST: I'll be Judge Judy, you can play the bailiff from the old People's Court.

JH: Figures the real woman in you would finally come out Let's get back to the match. Your ranting is pointless. Bradley backing Corpse up into the corner. Vicious European uppercut leaves Corpse reeling. Now a stiff elbow to the jaw followed by a shoulder block to the stomach. Corpse slumps down in the corner. Bradley is backing up now. He looks to the crowd for approval gets none and then charges and delivers a drop kick to the knee.

ST: They turn quick on you in these parts Dez. Screw them retain that title. Beat Corpse like the dog he is.

JH: Bradley pulling Corpse up by the hair. A vicious knee to the gut doubles him over. Dez with a tug, lift and drop plants Corpse with Snap Pile Driver. Cover.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ST: Damnit Corpse got his shoulder up again. What the hell?!?!?!

JH: Bradley whipping Corpse for the ride. Corpse starts to duck. Leapfrog by Bradley...Corpse catches him. SEATED POWER-BOMB by Corpse. What a desperation move! That may have just saved him. And given him a second chance.

ST: He'll need more then a second chance to beat Bradley.

JH: Corpse pulls Dez up by the hair. Bradley with a rake of the eyes and now he's back in control. Bradley has Corpse in a Standing Headlock

ST: A rare Wrestling move from the NWC's resident Garbage Man

JH: Bradley whips Corpse towards the corner. THE REF HAS BEEN TAKEN OUT.

ST: Hey maybe this Bradley Kid does have some potential.

JH: Corpse is staring at the downed Ref. Bradley Lining up. Corpse Turns.

[THWACK!]

ST: WOO HOO.

JH: Bradley levels Corpse with a Huge Superkick. and Now Jeff Manis is coming around from the other Side of the ring.

ST: Bradley may do some cool stuff. But he still sucks.

JH: Bradley has Corpse in the Corner and Jeff Manis has thrown a roll of something or other in to the ring.

ST: Barbwire FOOL!

JH: DEZ BRADLEY IS WRAPPPING THE BARBWIRE AROUND HIS FISTS. HE DID THIS AGAINST PERRY EVANS

ST: This is gonna rule.

JH: DEZ BRADLEY IS PUMMELING CORPSE WITH THOSE BARWRIE WRAPPED FISTS. THIS IS UNBELEIVABLY...

ST: ... COOL!

JH: Dez stops as he see's the ref getting to his feet but the damage has been done Corpse is laying in his own puddle of blood. BRADLEY HAS HIS CHAIR IN THE RING AND THE REF IS JUST GOING TO LET THIS GO

ST: That's because he wants to see BLOOOOOODDDD!

JH: Whatever. Bradley has put Corpse out of commission and is standing on the top rope With that Chair.

ST: THis gonna be Sweet.

JH: HE LEAPS OH MY GOD!

"NAIL-BOMB"

ST: BLOOD EVERYWHEEEERRREEEE.

JH: SEATTLE DEATH RIDE II. CORPSE IS DONE FOR THAT 450 Arabian Face Buster and Dez rolls over Bloody himself and covers.

ONE

TWO

THREEEE

[Ding, Ding, Ding.]

JO: YOUR WINNER AND STILL NWC J-CROWN CHAMPION THE HUMAN NAILBOMB DEZ BRADLEY!

[Commercial Fade.]