Again, much anticiapated and horribly delayed:
Meltdown Free-For-All 2002:
*The normal opening festivites of Free-For-All are bypassed this month as we open with C.E.O. Wheeler already in the ring and the rest of the lights are down. A single spotlight is on him and the camera is zoomed in on his face and he's all smiles as he addresses the crowd in the Igloo.*
CEO: "Welcome to BPCW Free-For-All! Now I know that a lot has happened in the past few months. But I'm going to have to tell you that whether you've liked it or not, we've only just begun. If the last few months have been picking up the gun, the next few will be cocking it and pulling the trigger. Now, on to some business... last month, despite my warnings, there was interference in the tag title matches. Therefore, *camera zooms out to reveal the belts sitting on his shoulder* these here are going to be staying right on my shoulders, that is, until next month at Chaos. But for right now, we're going to have us a little tag tournament. *The crowd erupts in anticipation.* So this month it's going to be… from the Flock, former tag champs Saturn and Magnus, Steven Black and Nathan Hellstorm, the New Playboys *boos*, and the freshly returned Big… Red… Machine!"
*The crowd welcomes their returning heroes with a huge cheer and proceed to go completely nuts when the National Anthem of Russia hits the loud speakers and out come the Motherland's favorite sons, along with their new mystery manager. They make their way down to the ring and the two men lower and raise the ropes for their lovely accompaniment.*
JS: "This, my comrades, is what we came back for. This reception, and gold. Lots and lots of gold. The problem that my boys had last time vas ven dey left our homeland, dey lost deir ties to their life's blood. But now, that vill never happen again. Now dat dey have their Mother Russia right by dere side dey vill never stray down the path of wrong."
NV: *lets Mother Russia close up next to him and wraps his arm around her* "Da, my love, da. Starting at Meltdown, just like Chernobyl, ve vill transform de competition on our way to regaining our tag team titles." *cheers*
KA: "So from now on we'll be taking it match by match" *looks over at Nikolai and Mother Russia.*
NV: "and serving Mother Russia" *Nikolai leans in and they both speak into the microphone*
KA/NV: "ONE NIGHT AT A TIME!"
*The camera fades from the crowd going bananas over Big Red Machine and after a break hyping Meltdown, Sex Pistol's music, "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool is heard on the loudspeaker and out comes the man who defeated Raven last month at Anarchy. He makes his way down to the ring and is received as usual with his usual poor reception and he eats it up doing a Hogan ear motion to garner an even greater negative response from the crowd.*
SP: “My lovely fans! How great it is to be back her in front of you! *boos* Especially after I vanquished that no good dirty bastard Raven last month in his very own match. I mean, seriously. I have never even come close to losing in my own match. And what do you ask, is Sex Pistol’s specialty? Of course… the Iron Man match because I can outlast any superstar that is tossed in my path… Icon 2000? Not a problem… That washed up has been *snicker* current Women’s Champion, Proteus? Done and done. In fact I don’t think I broke a sweat in the entire match. And last month at Anarchy? Raven went down like the little upstart pre-madonnas that he and the rest of his grungy Flock are…”
*Just then, Raven’s music goes off and the smoke begins to billow out of gorilla pit and out comes Raven and moments later, by the entirety of his Flock.*
SP: “Woah, woah, woah. This is my mic time big guy. I scheduled it and there were to be no interruptions. *Raven and his Flock start to walk down to the ring slowly* Besides, what right do you have to come out here and interrupt me? *Pistol gets a nervous tone in his voice as the Flock continue to get closer* Have you ever been a champion in this federation? I don’t think so… *Raven and his Flock are just at the base of the ramp and begin to head to the ring until Pistol stops them* Come on guys, can’t we talk about this, I mean. I’m vastly out numbered here… *his fear turns to a smile…* or am I?” *Saturn and Magnus are suddenly tripped up and dragged underneath the ring as Big Daddy Bickler and Ian Wolfe simultaneously jump out of the crowd and attack the remaining flock members as Sex Pistol runs to bounce off the rope and then baseball slides out of the ring attempting to hit Raven but the hardcore instincts of the many time hardcore and ECW champion sidesteps the sexual grappler and reaches under the ring emerging with a trash can lid leveling Pistol. Just then, the New Playboys emerge from under the ring and decimate Raven with a Singapore cane before he can react to their appearance. Suddenly Sex Fiend appears from nowhere and eliminates Big Daddy Bickler from the equation by busting a two by four over his head and continuing his attack onto the rest of the Playboys coming to the aid of a suffering Flock just in the nick of time. As the brawl continues to escalate, a herd of zebras comes out of the backstage area along with security head Big Bossman and C.E.O. Wheeler himself appears on stage with a microphone as the two factions are separated, continually punching at each other despite being held back attempting to break free.*
CEO: “I’m sorry to break up this little tea party boys, but I think it’s about time we made some matches tonight, and I think we’ll start with the lot of you. Seitz, you impressed me last month, so you know what I’m going to do for you? *Seitz sarcastically mouths “what?”* I’m going to give you a return match against Frat Boy for his Midwest title. But don’t get your collective Flocked panties in a bunch, in the first round of the tag title tournament I’m going to give Saturn and Magnus a chance to get their hands on Wolfe and Venis. So that leaves Black and Hellstorm to face the Big Red Machine. But moving on. I can appreciate the fact that you and your little Flock are a bunch of loners… and I’m not sure whether it was for selfish reasons or not, but I believe that you owe a debt of gratitude to the Sex Fiend for saving your collective asses with that two by four. And while I don’t condone violence *the crowd pops to a devilish grin from Wheeler* I’m going to allow Sex Fiend another chance to take the Great Lakes Title from Big Daddy Bickler. *the Playboys let loose a groan reminiscent of the Posse being screwed over but the C.E.O. admonishes them* “Come on guys, don’t act so damn put upon. I’m not done yet… all circumstances aside, Pistol did come through in Raven’s match, so this month in the rematch that the fans have been clamoring for, we’ll see Raven vs. Sex Pistol in a match of his choosing! So now, if that will be quite enough out of this gang, I have some business to attend to, now please disperse before I have to come down there and unleash the *meeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeep* 18-Wheeler on the lot of you. *he begins to walk backstage but then turns with a smile on his face…* Oh, and… Have a Nice Day!”
*The camera fades out to a promo for BPCW Tough Enough… Words flash across the screen as you can hear the voice of an indistinguishable man speaking along with them…
“30 men and women… only 13 will make the cut… and in the end… one will be given the chance of a lifetime… but it won’t come easy… and it won’t be a walk in the park… because the winner will be thrown into the toughest competition in wrestling… when they get a BPCW contract. Trained by the finest this federation has to offer… the longest reigning champion in BPCW history… RETIRO… the most prolific behind the scenes woman in the business… MOLLY… the namesake and most celebrated man in the history of professional wrestling… MICK FOLEY… along with a host of other guests from the annals of BPCW and wrestling history.” Music plays and we fade back to the arena as the crowd roars in approval and we head backstage where we see Rictor walking through the halls looking for Proteus. He continues on opening doors and searching… elsewhere we see Stephanie McMahon doing the same calling out for Proteus and asking around to see if anyone has seen him. They cross paths and look each other up and down and then both huff and walk past each other continuing on their journeys. As they walk off, the camera pans to the foreground and we see RVD waiting with John Imbriani…*
JI: “Well, Rob, it was brought to my attention that you wanted to have a public forum to speak since you feel that you were overlooked earlier?”
RVD: “That’s right John. I mean, seriously. What was that earlier? Mix and match make a card? All Wheeler did was rattle off a bunch of names. But you know what? He forgot one name. *gets the arms and thumbs ready as the crowd catches on* Rob… Van… Dam. *Just then, Sex Fiend appears in the background as he has in the past and makes funny faces as RVD is talking smack about him…* Just because I didn’t come out and kiss up to Raven by attacking the Playboys doesn’t mean that I deserve to be given a match. I mean… *in mocking tone* what about me? What about R…V…D?!?! Sex Fiend comes out and clocks some shmuck with a piece of wood and all of a sudden he’s got a title shot? What is this UCW-MI? But anyway, back to the matter at hand.”
SF: *interrupting from off camera and then walking on* “Woah there junior. No one around here was kissing up to anyone. That piece of crap Bickler just happened to be exposed and I took my cheap shot just like he did last month. All that was, was a bit of retribution. I’m out for no one but me Rob. So there is no way in hell that I’m going to help you, or least of all that scrub bucket, no integrity hardcore chump stain Raven.”
RVD: “Hey man, that’s cool but if you think that excuses the face that my vendetta went unnoticed is okay, you seem to have a few screws loose. You see, I’m Rob…Van… Dam… you love me. Your mom loves me. Your grandma loves me. I’m just that type of guy. So when my friend and co-hardcore legend, RetirO gets manhandled by Venom, that’s grounds for even me… R… V…D to get a little miffed, you hear me talking chiefy?”
*Sex Fiend thinks for a minute and then begins to nod but the conversation is broken up by Venom spearing Sex Fiend through the backdrop and none other than Raven Evenflowing RVD onto the cold concrete of the Igloo’s floor. Raven then stands over the two broken superstars.*
RN: “Whoever harasses an innocent man, a man pure, without blemish; the evil comes right back to the fool like fine dust thrown against the wind. These were foolish words coming from you Sex Fiend. You had our admiration. You had our blessing. You had our thanks. And now, all you have are broken ribs and broken ties. What about RVD; a man whose level of diction is the only thing that rivals his lowly level of skill? You will fall, like those before you after an injection of my Venom… Quoth the Raven… Nevermore.”
*Raven and Venom leave the scene and as they are walking away we cut to C.E.O. Wheeler on his cell phone in his office.*
CEO: “Yeah, the plan is going just right, no one expects a thing. Well, you’re no Freddie Blassie, but I guess you’ll have to do, eh? *chuckle* I’ll be dropping in and making a little announcement… oh yeah… but I have my backup now, don’t worry. *laughs* Yeah, that may be the understatement of the century but you know what I mean. Anyhow, take the van and follow us but enter the arena afterward, in case they try and do something funny… Yeah, and bring them with, you never know… yeah, I still have to draw up the rest of the paperwork, but we agreed verbally, and for me… that’s good enough for now… Allrightythen, I’ll see you there… don’t forget about our little announcement at Meltdown either. Good luck with the kids… And don’t forget to keep it on the downlow. *laughs hysterically* Man, they would flip if they knew that YOU of all people… yeah, I know. Okay, I’ll talk to you later… Peace.”
*The C.E.O. flips his cell phone closed and smiles widely as we cut back to the halls where we see Proteus walking down the hall dragging the Women’s title belt on the ground behind him. Stephanie appears in the background far down the hall and starts to run down shouting to him in her shrill voice as she comes closer. She finally catches up to him and in between regaining her breath and composing herself tries to act sexy and coy…*
SM: “So… Proteus, what are you going to do now with the Women’s belt now that you have it… and you’re not a … woman?”
PT: *continues walking* “Well, if you watch on the monitors, I’m heading to the ring right now and you’ll see what plan I have for it, okay sweetie?”
SM: *still panting* “Umm, okay, see you later.” *Stephanie has a quizzical look on her face as Proteus’ music “Sober” by Tool, hits and he comes out to a deafening response from the crowd. He heads down to the ring and puts the belt around his waist a couple of times, sauntering like a girl, which gets a pretty good pop and eventually tosses the belt in the ring and then rolls in, Austin-style and proceeds to call for a mic, which is promptly tossed his way.*
PT: “Well, I guess now that I’m the *does finger quotation* Women’s Champion… I can finally say that I have reached the pinnacle of this business. *the crowd roars in laughter obviously enjoying the fact that Proteus can laugh at himself, despite falling short of his goal* And there was nothing better than to raise this belt up in the air after that match was done, and realize that I was now at the top of the game… for women. But seriously… since the pay per view, I have been thinking about what I can do with this belt. I know that Lauren was pretty crazy about it… I know that Stephy is pretty crazy about it… hell, I know that for all the women in the BPCW, this is what they gun for. So I figured… *Lauren Rath’s music hits and she comes out and starts yelling at the top of the ramp at Proteus but her mic isn’t working…* Are you having problems sweetie, cuz mine works just fine…*Lauren tries again, but to no avail and Proteus laughs*… like I was saying… the best way I could show my convictions is to make a statement right here in the ring. *Proteus sticks the mic in the waistband of his pants and rolls our of the ring… he gets it back out as he is rummaging underneath the apron and starts to speak again…* Therefore, I thought… hey, what would happen, if *sarcastically* my Women’s title had a run in… *he pulls a glistening sledgehammer out from underneath the ring and Lauren is shown on camera with a face full of shock* …to my little friend!”
*The crowd explodes in approval as Lauren, on the stage is trying to get them to shut up… they start a “sledge it” chant as Lauren reacts on stage frantically yelling and screaming as Proteus rolls back in the ring, sledgehammer in hand and sets up the Women’s title in the middle of the ring on top of a wooden 4x4, elevating it so that he can get a good crack at it, but is interrupted by his former music as the World Heavyweight Champion, Rictor emerges from the backstage on to the ramp with a mic that works…*
RT: “What in the hell are you doing? You can’t just smash a title! That doesn’t even belong to you… I mean, you’re not a woman! You can’t hold it! You shouldn’t even have it! You cheated to get that belt, and nearly cheated me out of mine as well.”
PT: “I have listened to your lies and bullshit for long enough… Bruther… so tonight it ends here one way or another… *Proteus pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and a match and starts the sledgehammer on fire before winding up and unloading upon the title belt with a great amount of magnitude cracking it into a multitude of pieces… but he doesn’t stop… he winds up again, and again as the crowd chants along with each blow until they reach ten. As Proteus blows out an over-exaggerated sigh, he takes the microphone back out of his waist band…* “Now, as I was saying, let’s get down to business. One way or another this shit between us, it ends TONIGHT…”
*Before Rictor can react Lauren grabs the microphone from him and screams at Proteus*
LR: “You no good son of a bitch! You know that was my title! You can’t do this to me!”
PT: “Now… correct me if I’m wrong *he looks around the arena pointing* but I think I just DID!”
*The crowd laughs at Lauren’s tantrum and the sterling wit of Proteus as Rictor calms Lauren on stage and is about to speak into the microphone before she takes the mic from him again…*
LR: “Well, we’ll just see how smug you are. Rictor will take you on, and beat you in any match you want… ANY match, ANY time, ANY place.” *Rictor looks as if he is trying to stop her as she speaks and puts his hands in his face when she does the ANY speech but then peaks back out and grabs the mic…*
RT: “Yeah… that’s right… yeah! Any Match you little punk! I’ve beaten you before, and I’ll beat you again! It doesn’t matter when, or where, or what kind of match… I’m the KING OF THE WORLD! So… pick your poison brother, what’ll it be?”
PT: *starts to shake and kind of hunches over the microphone as the crowd can feel it in their veins as goosebumps start to form, they know the one match that Proteus can pick that will honor the legacy of his hero… “HELL… IN A CELL!”
*Rictor does the HHH sell as he shakes his head in fear and Lauren tries to comfort him as Proteus throws the Women’s title up on the ramp near the couple and then poses on the turnbuckle with his prominent Rings of Jimmy pose as the crowd explodes for the first ever, BPCW Hell in a Cell Match as we fade to black.*
END SHOW
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Meltdown 2002 Card
Tag Tournament First Round:
Black/Hellstorm vs. Big Red Machine
Midwest Title Match:
"Playboy" Jon Seitz vs. Frat Boy (c)
Tag Tournament First Round:
Saturn/Magnus vs. Wolfe/Venis
BPCW Tough Enough Casting Special Announcement
Hardcore Title Match:
Rob Van Dam vs. Venom (c)
Great Lakes Heavyweight Title Match:
Sex Fiend vs. "Big Daddy" Bickler (c)
Pistol's Rules: Backlot Street Fight
Raven vs. Sex Pistol
Tag Tournament #1 Contendorship Finals
Black/Hellstorm or Big Red Machine vs. Saturn/Magnus or Wolfe/Venis
Hell In A Cell
World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Proteus vs. Rictor (c)
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Meltdown Free-For-All 2002:
*The normal opening festivites of Free-For-All are bypassed this month as we open with C.E.O. Wheeler already in the ring and the rest of the lights are down. A single spotlight is on him and the camera is zoomed in on his face and he's all smiles as he addresses the crowd in the Igloo.*
CEO: "Welcome to BPCW Free-For-All! Now I know that a lot has happened in the past few months. But I'm going to have to tell you that whether you've liked it or not, we've only just begun. If the last few months have been picking up the gun, the next few will be cocking it and pulling the trigger. Now, on to some business... last month, despite my warnings, there was interference in the tag title matches. Therefore, *camera zooms out to reveal the belts sitting on his shoulder* these here are going to be staying right on my shoulders, that is, until next month at Chaos. But for right now, we're going to have us a little tag tournament. *The crowd erupts in anticipation.* So this month it's going to be… from the Flock, former tag champs Saturn and Magnus, Steven Black and Nathan Hellstorm, the New Playboys *boos*, and the freshly returned Big… Red… Machine!"
*The crowd welcomes their returning heroes with a huge cheer and proceed to go completely nuts when the National Anthem of Russia hits the loud speakers and out come the Motherland's favorite sons, along with their new mystery manager. They make their way down to the ring and the two men lower and raise the ropes for their lovely accompaniment.*
JS: "This, my comrades, is what we came back for. This reception, and gold. Lots and lots of gold. The problem that my boys had last time vas ven dey left our homeland, dey lost deir ties to their life's blood. But now, that vill never happen again. Now dat dey have their Mother Russia right by dere side dey vill never stray down the path of wrong."
NV: *lets Mother Russia close up next to him and wraps his arm around her* "Da, my love, da. Starting at Meltdown, just like Chernobyl, ve vill transform de competition on our way to regaining our tag team titles." *cheers*
KA: "So from now on we'll be taking it match by match" *looks over at Nikolai and Mother Russia.*
NV: "and serving Mother Russia" *Nikolai leans in and they both speak into the microphone*
KA/NV: "ONE NIGHT AT A TIME!"
*The camera fades from the crowd going bananas over Big Red Machine and after a break hyping Meltdown, Sex Pistol's music, "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool is heard on the loudspeaker and out comes the man who defeated Raven last month at Anarchy. He makes his way down to the ring and is received as usual with his usual poor reception and he eats it up doing a Hogan ear motion to garner an even greater negative response from the crowd.*
SP: “My lovely fans! How great it is to be back her in front of you! *boos* Especially after I vanquished that no good dirty bastard Raven last month in his very own match. I mean, seriously. I have never even come close to losing in my own match. And what do you ask, is Sex Pistol’s specialty? Of course… the Iron Man match because I can outlast any superstar that is tossed in my path… Icon 2000? Not a problem… That washed up has been *snicker* current Women’s Champion, Proteus? Done and done. In fact I don’t think I broke a sweat in the entire match. And last month at Anarchy? Raven went down like the little upstart pre-madonnas that he and the rest of his grungy Flock are…”
*Just then, Raven’s music goes off and the smoke begins to billow out of gorilla pit and out comes Raven and moments later, by the entirety of his Flock.*
SP: “Woah, woah, woah. This is my mic time big guy. I scheduled it and there were to be no interruptions. *Raven and his Flock start to walk down to the ring slowly* Besides, what right do you have to come out here and interrupt me? *Pistol gets a nervous tone in his voice as the Flock continue to get closer* Have you ever been a champion in this federation? I don’t think so… *Raven and his Flock are just at the base of the ramp and begin to head to the ring until Pistol stops them* Come on guys, can’t we talk about this, I mean. I’m vastly out numbered here… *his fear turns to a smile…* or am I?” *Saturn and Magnus are suddenly tripped up and dragged underneath the ring as Big Daddy Bickler and Ian Wolfe simultaneously jump out of the crowd and attack the remaining flock members as Sex Pistol runs to bounce off the rope and then baseball slides out of the ring attempting to hit Raven but the hardcore instincts of the many time hardcore and ECW champion sidesteps the sexual grappler and reaches under the ring emerging with a trash can lid leveling Pistol. Just then, the New Playboys emerge from under the ring and decimate Raven with a Singapore cane before he can react to their appearance. Suddenly Sex Fiend appears from nowhere and eliminates Big Daddy Bickler from the equation by busting a two by four over his head and continuing his attack onto the rest of the Playboys coming to the aid of a suffering Flock just in the nick of time. As the brawl continues to escalate, a herd of zebras comes out of the backstage area along with security head Big Bossman and C.E.O. Wheeler himself appears on stage with a microphone as the two factions are separated, continually punching at each other despite being held back attempting to break free.*
CEO: “I’m sorry to break up this little tea party boys, but I think it’s about time we made some matches tonight, and I think we’ll start with the lot of you. Seitz, you impressed me last month, so you know what I’m going to do for you? *Seitz sarcastically mouths “what?”* I’m going to give you a return match against Frat Boy for his Midwest title. But don’t get your collective Flocked panties in a bunch, in the first round of the tag title tournament I’m going to give Saturn and Magnus a chance to get their hands on Wolfe and Venis. So that leaves Black and Hellstorm to face the Big Red Machine. But moving on. I can appreciate the fact that you and your little Flock are a bunch of loners… and I’m not sure whether it was for selfish reasons or not, but I believe that you owe a debt of gratitude to the Sex Fiend for saving your collective asses with that two by four. And while I don’t condone violence *the crowd pops to a devilish grin from Wheeler* I’m going to allow Sex Fiend another chance to take the Great Lakes Title from Big Daddy Bickler. *the Playboys let loose a groan reminiscent of the Posse being screwed over but the C.E.O. admonishes them* “Come on guys, don’t act so damn put upon. I’m not done yet… all circumstances aside, Pistol did come through in Raven’s match, so this month in the rematch that the fans have been clamoring for, we’ll see Raven vs. Sex Pistol in a match of his choosing! So now, if that will be quite enough out of this gang, I have some business to attend to, now please disperse before I have to come down there and unleash the *meeeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeep* 18-Wheeler on the lot of you. *he begins to walk backstage but then turns with a smile on his face…* Oh, and… Have a Nice Day!”
*The camera fades out to a promo for BPCW Tough Enough… Words flash across the screen as you can hear the voice of an indistinguishable man speaking along with them…
“30 men and women… only 13 will make the cut… and in the end… one will be given the chance of a lifetime… but it won’t come easy… and it won’t be a walk in the park… because the winner will be thrown into the toughest competition in wrestling… when they get a BPCW contract. Trained by the finest this federation has to offer… the longest reigning champion in BPCW history… RETIRO… the most prolific behind the scenes woman in the business… MOLLY… the namesake and most celebrated man in the history of professional wrestling… MICK FOLEY… along with a host of other guests from the annals of BPCW and wrestling history.” Music plays and we fade back to the arena as the crowd roars in approval and we head backstage where we see Rictor walking through the halls looking for Proteus. He continues on opening doors and searching… elsewhere we see Stephanie McMahon doing the same calling out for Proteus and asking around to see if anyone has seen him. They cross paths and look each other up and down and then both huff and walk past each other continuing on their journeys. As they walk off, the camera pans to the foreground and we see RVD waiting with John Imbriani…*
JI: “Well, Rob, it was brought to my attention that you wanted to have a public forum to speak since you feel that you were overlooked earlier?”
RVD: “That’s right John. I mean, seriously. What was that earlier? Mix and match make a card? All Wheeler did was rattle off a bunch of names. But you know what? He forgot one name. *gets the arms and thumbs ready as the crowd catches on* Rob… Van… Dam. *Just then, Sex Fiend appears in the background as he has in the past and makes funny faces as RVD is talking smack about him…* Just because I didn’t come out and kiss up to Raven by attacking the Playboys doesn’t mean that I deserve to be given a match. I mean… *in mocking tone* what about me? What about R…V…D?!?! Sex Fiend comes out and clocks some shmuck with a piece of wood and all of a sudden he’s got a title shot? What is this UCW-MI? But anyway, back to the matter at hand.”
SF: *interrupting from off camera and then walking on* “Woah there junior. No one around here was kissing up to anyone. That piece of crap Bickler just happened to be exposed and I took my cheap shot just like he did last month. All that was, was a bit of retribution. I’m out for no one but me Rob. So there is no way in hell that I’m going to help you, or least of all that scrub bucket, no integrity hardcore chump stain Raven.”
RVD: “Hey man, that’s cool but if you think that excuses the face that my vendetta went unnoticed is okay, you seem to have a few screws loose. You see, I’m Rob…Van… Dam… you love me. Your mom loves me. Your grandma loves me. I’m just that type of guy. So when my friend and co-hardcore legend, RetirO gets manhandled by Venom, that’s grounds for even me… R… V…D to get a little miffed, you hear me talking chiefy?”
*Sex Fiend thinks for a minute and then begins to nod but the conversation is broken up by Venom spearing Sex Fiend through the backdrop and none other than Raven Evenflowing RVD onto the cold concrete of the Igloo’s floor. Raven then stands over the two broken superstars.*
RN: “Whoever harasses an innocent man, a man pure, without blemish; the evil comes right back to the fool like fine dust thrown against the wind. These were foolish words coming from you Sex Fiend. You had our admiration. You had our blessing. You had our thanks. And now, all you have are broken ribs and broken ties. What about RVD; a man whose level of diction is the only thing that rivals his lowly level of skill? You will fall, like those before you after an injection of my Venom… Quoth the Raven… Nevermore.”
*Raven and Venom leave the scene and as they are walking away we cut to C.E.O. Wheeler on his cell phone in his office.*
CEO: “Yeah, the plan is going just right, no one expects a thing. Well, you’re no Freddie Blassie, but I guess you’ll have to do, eh? *chuckle* I’ll be dropping in and making a little announcement… oh yeah… but I have my backup now, don’t worry. *laughs* Yeah, that may be the understatement of the century but you know what I mean. Anyhow, take the van and follow us but enter the arena afterward, in case they try and do something funny… Yeah, and bring them with, you never know… yeah, I still have to draw up the rest of the paperwork, but we agreed verbally, and for me… that’s good enough for now… Allrightythen, I’ll see you there… don’t forget about our little announcement at Meltdown either. Good luck with the kids… And don’t forget to keep it on the downlow. *laughs hysterically* Man, they would flip if they knew that YOU of all people… yeah, I know. Okay, I’ll talk to you later… Peace.”
*The C.E.O. flips his cell phone closed and smiles widely as we cut back to the halls where we see Proteus walking down the hall dragging the Women’s title belt on the ground behind him. Stephanie appears in the background far down the hall and starts to run down shouting to him in her shrill voice as she comes closer. She finally catches up to him and in between regaining her breath and composing herself tries to act sexy and coy…*
SM: “So… Proteus, what are you going to do now with the Women’s belt now that you have it… and you’re not a … woman?”
PT: *continues walking* “Well, if you watch on the monitors, I’m heading to the ring right now and you’ll see what plan I have for it, okay sweetie?”
SM: *still panting* “Umm, okay, see you later.” *Stephanie has a quizzical look on her face as Proteus’ music “Sober” by Tool, hits and he comes out to a deafening response from the crowd. He heads down to the ring and puts the belt around his waist a couple of times, sauntering like a girl, which gets a pretty good pop and eventually tosses the belt in the ring and then rolls in, Austin-style and proceeds to call for a mic, which is promptly tossed his way.*
PT: “Well, I guess now that I’m the *does finger quotation* Women’s Champion… I can finally say that I have reached the pinnacle of this business. *the crowd roars in laughter obviously enjoying the fact that Proteus can laugh at himself, despite falling short of his goal* And there was nothing better than to raise this belt up in the air after that match was done, and realize that I was now at the top of the game… for women. But seriously… since the pay per view, I have been thinking about what I can do with this belt. I know that Lauren was pretty crazy about it… I know that Stephy is pretty crazy about it… hell, I know that for all the women in the BPCW, this is what they gun for. So I figured… *Lauren Rath’s music hits and she comes out and starts yelling at the top of the ramp at Proteus but her mic isn’t working…* Are you having problems sweetie, cuz mine works just fine…*Lauren tries again, but to no avail and Proteus laughs*… like I was saying… the best way I could show my convictions is to make a statement right here in the ring. *Proteus sticks the mic in the waistband of his pants and rolls our of the ring… he gets it back out as he is rummaging underneath the apron and starts to speak again…* Therefore, I thought… hey, what would happen, if *sarcastically* my Women’s title had a run in… *he pulls a glistening sledgehammer out from underneath the ring and Lauren is shown on camera with a face full of shock* …to my little friend!”
*The crowd explodes in approval as Lauren, on the stage is trying to get them to shut up… they start a “sledge it” chant as Lauren reacts on stage frantically yelling and screaming as Proteus rolls back in the ring, sledgehammer in hand and sets up the Women’s title in the middle of the ring on top of a wooden 4x4, elevating it so that he can get a good crack at it, but is interrupted by his former music as the World Heavyweight Champion, Rictor emerges from the backstage on to the ramp with a mic that works…*
RT: “What in the hell are you doing? You can’t just smash a title! That doesn’t even belong to you… I mean, you’re not a woman! You can’t hold it! You shouldn’t even have it! You cheated to get that belt, and nearly cheated me out of mine as well.”
PT: “I have listened to your lies and bullshit for long enough… Bruther… so tonight it ends here one way or another… *Proteus pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and a match and starts the sledgehammer on fire before winding up and unloading upon the title belt with a great amount of magnitude cracking it into a multitude of pieces… but he doesn’t stop… he winds up again, and again as the crowd chants along with each blow until they reach ten. As Proteus blows out an over-exaggerated sigh, he takes the microphone back out of his waist band…* “Now, as I was saying, let’s get down to business. One way or another this shit between us, it ends TONIGHT…”
*Before Rictor can react Lauren grabs the microphone from him and screams at Proteus*
LR: “You no good son of a bitch! You know that was my title! You can’t do this to me!”
PT: “Now… correct me if I’m wrong *he looks around the arena pointing* but I think I just DID!”
*The crowd laughs at Lauren’s tantrum and the sterling wit of Proteus as Rictor calms Lauren on stage and is about to speak into the microphone before she takes the mic from him again…*
LR: “Well, we’ll just see how smug you are. Rictor will take you on, and beat you in any match you want… ANY match, ANY time, ANY place.” *Rictor looks as if he is trying to stop her as she speaks and puts his hands in his face when she does the ANY speech but then peaks back out and grabs the mic…*
RT: “Yeah… that’s right… yeah! Any Match you little punk! I’ve beaten you before, and I’ll beat you again! It doesn’t matter when, or where, or what kind of match… I’m the KING OF THE WORLD! So… pick your poison brother, what’ll it be?”
PT: *starts to shake and kind of hunches over the microphone as the crowd can feel it in their veins as goosebumps start to form, they know the one match that Proteus can pick that will honor the legacy of his hero… “HELL… IN A CELL!”
*Rictor does the HHH sell as he shakes his head in fear and Lauren tries to comfort him as Proteus throws the Women’s title up on the ramp near the couple and then poses on the turnbuckle with his prominent Rings of Jimmy pose as the crowd explodes for the first ever, BPCW Hell in a Cell Match as we fade to black.*
END SHOW
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Meltdown 2002 Card
Tag Tournament First Round:
Black/Hellstorm vs. Big Red Machine
Midwest Title Match:
"Playboy" Jon Seitz vs. Frat Boy (c)
Tag Tournament First Round:
Saturn/Magnus vs. Wolfe/Venis
BPCW Tough Enough Casting Special Announcement
Hardcore Title Match:
Rob Van Dam vs. Venom (c)
Great Lakes Heavyweight Title Match:
Sex Fiend vs. "Big Daddy" Bickler (c)
Pistol's Rules: Backlot Street Fight
Raven vs. Sex Pistol
Tag Tournament #1 Contendorship Finals
Black/Hellstorm or Big Red Machine vs. Saturn/Magnus or Wolfe/Venis
Hell In A Cell
World Heavyweight Championship Match:
Proteus vs. Rictor (c)
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