Post by The Commissioner on Jun 10, 2020 13:48:39 GMT -5
PrimeTime's first show after its pay-per-view debut was a night full of madness, with four hard-hitting bouts! This week's impromptu opener was nothing more than a street fight between two grown men with a beef until... and well, after the bell too. Check it out below!
A crossfade back to Orange Cassidy when a figure sits across the table from him, putting down its coffee.
Unknown Voice
Hey Kid...
Orange looks to see it's Bruce Hart! Orange takes his feet off the table as a sign of respect.
Bruce Hart
I've been watching your work. I think you are a real one of a kind talent.
OC is taken aback that one of his childhood heroes, Bruce Hart, is giving him this kind of praise.
Bruce Hart
I gotta give you a bit of advice kid. These opponents of yours, you let them treat you like a rag-doll. I know it's your shtick to not do much and I get that, but if these people have a clear intent to hurt you, you gotta fight back.
Orange opens his mouth as if he is about to reply, but Bruce continues.
Bruce Hart
Like in your match with Dyno-Mike, you just let him batter and scar you. Yeah you turned his brain into grey-matter, only after he tried to turn your face into a Picasso. When you know you are going into a serious situation, you gotta take it seriously. Here.
Bruce Hart slides his coffee cup across the table to OC, who looks at it with big eyes. Orange picks up the cup and stares at it, before slowly moving it to his mouth. As the hot brown liquid touches his lips, the familiar burn covers his entire body.
Rough Male Voice
]You're worthless!
Bruce Hart
You gotta use everything you got!
Orange's body continues to burn.
Rough Male Voice
You're made me do this!
Bruce Hart
You gotta make them pay for what they do to you!
Orange keeps drinking the coffee, the burn intensifying.
Rough Male Voice
You're a waste of life!
Bruce Hart
You gotta prove why you're one of the best!
As the cup becomes empty, the last drops passing through the lips of Orange Cassidy. The burning stops and his mind goes quiet. The burn is replaced with the feeling of rage and his mind is going a mile a minute.
A small smirk comes across the face of Bruce.
Bruce Hart
Now you're ready kid! How do you feel?
Orange says nothing as he breathes heavily and his heart beats out of his chest. From behind where Bruce is sitting, Orange sees that The Raging Dead is making way past gorilla, still in his street clothes.
Orange Cassidy
Why wait for a ref?
Orange stands up quickly and makes his way towards Raging Dead.
Bruce Hart
Hey kid!
Orange turns around to face him.
Bruce Hart
You might need this!
Bruce Hart tosses a steel pipe to Orange. He catches it then faces Bruce with a confused look.
Orange Cassidy
Why do you just carry around a steel pipe?
Bruce Hart gives a lazy thumbs up and then Orange Cassidy turns to hunt down Raging Dead. His steps are quiet, but Dead’s instincts must tell him something as he turns just at the right time to guard his face -- but Orange’s rage has his instincts on high as well, as proven by the swift gut shut to the exposed torso!
Lance Storm: I think Christian is having a stroke at all this pandemonium, and this won’t help it.
The pipe bends when wailed against Dead’s back, dropping him to one knee. The camera handler steps back to allow distance when Commissioner Booker can be suddenly seen pulling referee Cal Elton to the ordeal, then looking into the camera.
Booker T: Start it now, hell! (towards camera handler) Keep up!
Ding!
Booker’s out of the frame as one more steel pipe blow lands across Dead’s back then another. Cassidy chucks the pipe then grabs at the man’s head, forcing him from his kneeling position into the steel middle beam part of the nearest double door. Dead’s head reverberates right back into Cassidy’s head who tries to slam it on a nearby wooden table, but Dead slams both hands down as as block, before jamming four quick elbows to Cassidy’s gut and giving him the table head slam. He doesn’t let go of his grip and slams the head down again!
Raging Dead: Oh, kid, you wanna play like that?!
Another head slam, this one breaking the bridge of Cassidy’s shades. An elbow to the back of the head leaves Cassidy on the table.
Raging Dead: Let madness reign! Let madness reign this whole night!
One more head slam, then another before he lets loose of the grip, only to pull a knee up into Cassidy’s midsection. He drags him by the hair toward Gorilla, but as they get there Orange turns it around and Dead’s head is sent flying into a metal pole holding up part of the curtain. It’s sturdy, luckily for the position, but not for Raging, who eats a sandwich between Cassidy’s dropkick and that same pole! The Best Friends have suddenly come from deeper into the position, where the producers sit, since they were on next, but back away when they see Cassidy has everything in hand.
Lance Storm: The Best Friends, as they should, letting Orange fight his own fights. It’s one-on-one here.
Dead crawls to another nearby pole then the steps to the stage, before Cassidy dropkicks him in the back up them. His body awkwardly rolls over and then on all fours again, but Cassidy drops him with a flying knee to his face. Groggy, he’s at Orange’s liberty as he gets thrown through the curtain, the cut to the arena showing Dead flying out and the crowd wildly on their feet.
Lance Storm: We’re at least getting closer to the ring.
Dead forces himself to recover quickly despite the obvious daze, getting to his feet and meeting a charging Cassidy with a kick to the gut - sudden snap DDT on the metal! Cassidy pops up and the wound he’s had since Dyno-Mike PrimeTime III attack has been reopened! The crowd boos, on one man’s side at this point.
Dead takes only a second to recover before he’s back on his feet and stomping away at the downed body. He pulls Orange to all fours, only to grab onto his body and force a few knees of his own into Orange’s face, each shot worsening the bloody area. He doesn’t let Cassidy’s body on the fifth and last, instead sending his head into a steel part of the entrance area, then sending the body rolling down the ramp. As it stops, Dead kicks it down further, having to do this four times before the end of the ramp is reached.
Once they’re there, Dead immediately makes off toward the steel steps, breaking them apart as soon as he reaches them. The crowd’s furor grows.
Lance Storm: Those steps weigh hundreds of pounds, so whatever he’s got planned is no good at all.
Although it looks like Orange’s head is about to be jottled by the steps, another smart dropkick, but to the knee, sends the steps to the first lean of the ramp, Dead falling on his knees, his chin clattering down! Blood spittles from his mouth as his head bounds back, the back of it hitting the arena floor hard on the back bump. The referee’s attempt to check on the veteran is pushed off by Caissdy, who drops the steps flat as they sit naturally to put Dead facedown on top. With a smooth motion, he hops to the top of the arena barricade and cannonballs into a leg-drop across the neck!
Lance Storm: My goodness this is brutal! Orange Cassidy himself is gripping at the right hamstring and the referee is trying to check up on both, but the carnage is unlike anything we’ve yet seen here in AWF!
It takes Orange Cassidy over ninety seconds and the help of the barricade for him to be the first up, as Dead can only manage a weak neck pull up under glazed, lost, unsure eyes. Cassidy watches as his foe spittles up blood, the sight seemingly fuel for the concrete converse to the face that reverberates the back of Raging Dead’s head back off the arena floor.
Lance Storm: Orange is gripping at that hamstring again after using it for that strike, but he’s trying to walk toward the ring.
It takes him a while, a limp he was not expecting coming against him. Limp or not, it doesn’t change the look of determination on his face as he takes the time he needs to get to the ring and rummage under the ring to find a large wrench!
Lance Storm: There are nothing but bad intentions running throughout this one.
When he turns around after a small backwards hop, he’s met by a furious Raging Dead who has managed his way up through a sick second wind, pitching Cassidy’s body from a t-bone suplex back first onto the steel steps! The crowd gasps at the way his back bends, then slumps over until he falls seemingly lifeless with his face to the floor. Raging Dead turns to look at his work, then succumbing to the earlier onslaught with a Ric Flair front bump.
The camera pans to show the sold arena who begin to clap their two gladiators on, the two men laying lifeless for over forty seconds before they begin to stir at the same time, motioning to opposite barricades toward the end of the ramp. Tacoma chants them both on as they have to take another twenty seconds to use them to pull themselves up, then suddenly manage to clock each other at the same time with right hands that stagger them both back.
Cassidy lands a gut kick that stuns Dead enough for Orange to begin a hair-pull toward the ring, but Dead turns it around, only for Cassidy to turn it back around -- with Dead putting a veterans’ instinct to turn it around again, only this time dipping and gripping at the right hamstring in an uncomfortable looking dragonscrew legwhip!
Lance Storm: Raging Dead has been in nearly every situation there has been to be in, at least once, as proof there.
Dead’s like a ravenous animal with his grabbing and throwing Cassidy into the ring, where he rolls to the center before attempting to stagger to his feet. Before he can get a swing in, Dead has grabbed his head and has no regard for self with the headbutt to the open wound! Orange soon finds himself in a clutch he doesn’t want to be in - head tucked beneath Cassidy’s legs, in cradle piledriver position -- DEAD WEIGHT! He doesn’t let Cassidy’s body go on the bounce, instead pinning the shoulders down from the position!
Cal Elton: ONE!.........
TWO!...........
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Mark Beverly: The winner of this match: RAGI--
Before Beverly can finish his announcement, Dead is in that familiar rabid fury, grabbing at Orange and hurling up and over the top rope to the outside! Cassidy’s body rolls and crashes into the announce booth, back first and his bad hamstring wrapping around the edge without any give!
Raging Dead d. Orange Cassidy in 10:24
Unknown Voice
Hey Kid...
Orange looks to see it's Bruce Hart! Orange takes his feet off the table as a sign of respect.
Bruce Hart
I've been watching your work. I think you are a real one of a kind talent.
OC is taken aback that one of his childhood heroes, Bruce Hart, is giving him this kind of praise.
Bruce Hart
I gotta give you a bit of advice kid. These opponents of yours, you let them treat you like a rag-doll. I know it's your shtick to not do much and I get that, but if these people have a clear intent to hurt you, you gotta fight back.
Orange opens his mouth as if he is about to reply, but Bruce continues.
Bruce Hart
Like in your match with Dyno-Mike, you just let him batter and scar you. Yeah you turned his brain into grey-matter, only after he tried to turn your face into a Picasso. When you know you are going into a serious situation, you gotta take it seriously. Here.
Bruce Hart slides his coffee cup across the table to OC, who looks at it with big eyes. Orange picks up the cup and stares at it, before slowly moving it to his mouth. As the hot brown liquid touches his lips, the familiar burn covers his entire body.
Rough Male Voice
]You're worthless!
Bruce Hart
You gotta use everything you got!
Orange's body continues to burn.
Rough Male Voice
You're made me do this!
Bruce Hart
You gotta make them pay for what they do to you!
Orange keeps drinking the coffee, the burn intensifying.
Rough Male Voice
You're a waste of life!
Bruce Hart
You gotta prove why you're one of the best!
As the cup becomes empty, the last drops passing through the lips of Orange Cassidy. The burning stops and his mind goes quiet. The burn is replaced with the feeling of rage and his mind is going a mile a minute.
A small smirk comes across the face of Bruce.
Bruce Hart
Now you're ready kid! How do you feel?
Orange says nothing as he breathes heavily and his heart beats out of his chest. From behind where Bruce is sitting, Orange sees that The Raging Dead is making way past gorilla, still in his street clothes.
Orange Cassidy
Why wait for a ref?
Orange stands up quickly and makes his way towards Raging Dead.
Bruce Hart
Hey kid!
Orange turns around to face him.
Bruce Hart
You might need this!
Bruce Hart tosses a steel pipe to Orange. He catches it then faces Bruce with a confused look.
Orange Cassidy
Why do you just carry around a steel pipe?
Bruce Hart gives a lazy thumbs up and then Orange Cassidy turns to hunt down Raging Dead. His steps are quiet, but Dead’s instincts must tell him something as he turns just at the right time to guard his face -- but Orange’s rage has his instincts on high as well, as proven by the swift gut shut to the exposed torso!
Lance Storm: I think Christian is having a stroke at all this pandemonium, and this won’t help it.
The pipe bends when wailed against Dead’s back, dropping him to one knee. The camera handler steps back to allow distance when Commissioner Booker can be suddenly seen pulling referee Cal Elton to the ordeal, then looking into the camera.
Booker T: Start it now, hell! (towards camera handler) Keep up!
Ding!
Booker’s out of the frame as one more steel pipe blow lands across Dead’s back then another. Cassidy chucks the pipe then grabs at the man’s head, forcing him from his kneeling position into the steel middle beam part of the nearest double door. Dead’s head reverberates right back into Cassidy’s head who tries to slam it on a nearby wooden table, but Dead slams both hands down as as block, before jamming four quick elbows to Cassidy’s gut and giving him the table head slam. He doesn’t let go of his grip and slams the head down again!
Raging Dead: Oh, kid, you wanna play like that?!
Another head slam, this one breaking the bridge of Cassidy’s shades. An elbow to the back of the head leaves Cassidy on the table.
Raging Dead: Let madness reign! Let madness reign this whole night!
One more head slam, then another before he lets loose of the grip, only to pull a knee up into Cassidy’s midsection. He drags him by the hair toward Gorilla, but as they get there Orange turns it around and Dead’s head is sent flying into a metal pole holding up part of the curtain. It’s sturdy, luckily for the position, but not for Raging, who eats a sandwich between Cassidy’s dropkick and that same pole! The Best Friends have suddenly come from deeper into the position, where the producers sit, since they were on next, but back away when they see Cassidy has everything in hand.
Lance Storm: The Best Friends, as they should, letting Orange fight his own fights. It’s one-on-one here.
Dead crawls to another nearby pole then the steps to the stage, before Cassidy dropkicks him in the back up them. His body awkwardly rolls over and then on all fours again, but Cassidy drops him with a flying knee to his face. Groggy, he’s at Orange’s liberty as he gets thrown through the curtain, the cut to the arena showing Dead flying out and the crowd wildly on their feet.
Lance Storm: We’re at least getting closer to the ring.
Dead forces himself to recover quickly despite the obvious daze, getting to his feet and meeting a charging Cassidy with a kick to the gut - sudden snap DDT on the metal! Cassidy pops up and the wound he’s had since Dyno-Mike PrimeTime III attack has been reopened! The crowd boos, on one man’s side at this point.
Dead takes only a second to recover before he’s back on his feet and stomping away at the downed body. He pulls Orange to all fours, only to grab onto his body and force a few knees of his own into Orange’s face, each shot worsening the bloody area. He doesn’t let Cassidy’s body on the fifth and last, instead sending his head into a steel part of the entrance area, then sending the body rolling down the ramp. As it stops, Dead kicks it down further, having to do this four times before the end of the ramp is reached.
Once they’re there, Dead immediately makes off toward the steel steps, breaking them apart as soon as he reaches them. The crowd’s furor grows.
Lance Storm: Those steps weigh hundreds of pounds, so whatever he’s got planned is no good at all.
Although it looks like Orange’s head is about to be jottled by the steps, another smart dropkick, but to the knee, sends the steps to the first lean of the ramp, Dead falling on his knees, his chin clattering down! Blood spittles from his mouth as his head bounds back, the back of it hitting the arena floor hard on the back bump. The referee’s attempt to check on the veteran is pushed off by Caissdy, who drops the steps flat as they sit naturally to put Dead facedown on top. With a smooth motion, he hops to the top of the arena barricade and cannonballs into a leg-drop across the neck!
Lance Storm: My goodness this is brutal! Orange Cassidy himself is gripping at the right hamstring and the referee is trying to check up on both, but the carnage is unlike anything we’ve yet seen here in AWF!
It takes Orange Cassidy over ninety seconds and the help of the barricade for him to be the first up, as Dead can only manage a weak neck pull up under glazed, lost, unsure eyes. Cassidy watches as his foe spittles up blood, the sight seemingly fuel for the concrete converse to the face that reverberates the back of Raging Dead’s head back off the arena floor.
Lance Storm: Orange is gripping at that hamstring again after using it for that strike, but he’s trying to walk toward the ring.
It takes him a while, a limp he was not expecting coming against him. Limp or not, it doesn’t change the look of determination on his face as he takes the time he needs to get to the ring and rummage under the ring to find a large wrench!
Lance Storm: There are nothing but bad intentions running throughout this one.
When he turns around after a small backwards hop, he’s met by a furious Raging Dead who has managed his way up through a sick second wind, pitching Cassidy’s body from a t-bone suplex back first onto the steel steps! The crowd gasps at the way his back bends, then slumps over until he falls seemingly lifeless with his face to the floor. Raging Dead turns to look at his work, then succumbing to the earlier onslaught with a Ric Flair front bump.
The camera pans to show the sold arena who begin to clap their two gladiators on, the two men laying lifeless for over forty seconds before they begin to stir at the same time, motioning to opposite barricades toward the end of the ramp. Tacoma chants them both on as they have to take another twenty seconds to use them to pull themselves up, then suddenly manage to clock each other at the same time with right hands that stagger them both back.
Cassidy lands a gut kick that stuns Dead enough for Orange to begin a hair-pull toward the ring, but Dead turns it around, only for Cassidy to turn it back around -- with Dead putting a veterans’ instinct to turn it around again, only this time dipping and gripping at the right hamstring in an uncomfortable looking dragonscrew legwhip!
Lance Storm: Raging Dead has been in nearly every situation there has been to be in, at least once, as proof there.
Dead’s like a ravenous animal with his grabbing and throwing Cassidy into the ring, where he rolls to the center before attempting to stagger to his feet. Before he can get a swing in, Dead has grabbed his head and has no regard for self with the headbutt to the open wound! Orange soon finds himself in a clutch he doesn’t want to be in - head tucked beneath Cassidy’s legs, in cradle piledriver position -- DEAD WEIGHT! He doesn’t let Cassidy’s body go on the bounce, instead pinning the shoulders down from the position!
Cal Elton: ONE!.........
TWO!...........
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Mark Beverly: The winner of this match: RAGI--
Before Beverly can finish his announcement, Dead is in that familiar rabid fury, grabbing at Orange and hurling up and over the top rope to the outside! Cassidy’s body rolls and crashes into the announce booth, back first and his bad hamstring wrapping around the edge without any give!
Raging Dead d. Orange Cassidy in 10:24