Post by "Sick" Nick™ on Jun 29, 2009 17:17:41 GMT -5
Ozzy Osbourne:
I Don't Know What They're Talking About
I'll Make Up My Own Decisions
This Thing That I Found Ain't Gonna Bring Me Down
I'm Like A Junkie Without An Addiction
Mama Don't Cry I Just Wanna Stay High
I Like Playing With Danger And Fear
Everybody's Walkin' But Nobody's Talkin'
It Looks A Lot Better From Here
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
Why Don't They Ever Listen To Me
It's Just A One Way Conversation
Nothing They Say Is Gonna Set Me Free
Don't Need No Mental Masturbation
Too Many Religions But Only One God
I Don't Need Another Saviour
Don't Try To Change My Mind
You Know I'm One Of A Kind
Ain't Gonna Change My Bad Behaviour
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
[solo]
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wan . . .
WHAT THE . . .
All of a sudden “Sick” Nick and ShadowWalker come crashing through the stage. The two smash into the drum kit, sending the drums and the drummer flying. These two won’t stop. Battered and bruised, they keep going at it. The fight continues down the ramp and around the ring. They make their way in front of the announcer’s table.
Gary King:
This fight is out of control. They started in a flea market and now they are battling it out right here in front of us.
Shadow pushes Jane McNeal onto the floor and grabs her chair. He nails Nick right between the eyes, sending back first into the apron. ShadowWalker rolls Nick in and slides in too as “Sick” Nick is getting to his feet. As Nick turns around, Shadow throws the chair at Nick, but Nick catches it. Then out of nowhere, Shadow hits a Super Kick right into the chair, which gets smashed right into Nick’s face. The chair and Nick go flying.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Rachel Beckett:
Man, what a shot! Right into Nick’s face ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
Oh my God, look at that cut on Nick’s forehead now. He is busted open pretty good.
Shadow climbs the turnbuckle and throws a fist into the air as Julio Garcia checks on “Sick” Nick.
Wally Wilson:
He’s not out yet. Come on Nick, you can do it.
ShadowWalker, waiting for his moment, leaps off of the top rope. “Sick” Nick moves out of the way. Shadow comes crashing down hard onto the chair. Now both Shadow and Nick are out in the middle of the ring.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…
Both “Sick” Nick and Shadow get up at the same time. Shadow throws a punch, but Nick blocks it. Shadow throws another, and Nick blocks it again. Shadow throws a third punch. Nick blocks it again and throws a punch of his own. Nick throws a couple more punches, making Shadow legs unstable. Nick grabs Shadow’s arm and Irish Whips him towards the ropes. Nick quickly follows Shadow and clotheslines him to the outside, tumbling over the rope with him. “Sick” Nick picks Shadow up and slams his head into the commentator’s table.
Wally Wilson:
Oh damn it, we better get out of the way, because it looks like this match is flowing over to our table.
All three announcers get up and move as the fight continues.
“Sick” Nick continues to slam Shadow’s head onto the table. Nick then grabs his head again and drags him over a little before Shadow hits a couple of jabs into Nick’s ribs. Nick quickly answers back with a knee to Shadow’s ribs. Nick rolls Shadow onto the Spanish Announcer’s table and grabs a chair.
Rachel Beckett:
What is he doing?
Gary King:
I don’t know, but he is on the ring apron now.
With the chair in hand, “Sick” Nick takes a running start, jumps off of the ring apron and lands an leg drop with the chair onto Shadow. The table collapses, bring both men down to the floor with it.
Crowd:
Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!!
Rachel Beckett:
These two men are killing each other!
Wally Wilson:
That’s the nature of this match Rachel.
Gary King:
You’re damn right, and neither would have it any other way!
Both men are still down.
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight…
“Sick” Nick slowly gets to his feet, followed by Shadow.
Wally Wilson:
How are they doing this? How are these two able to get back to their feet after that move? It boggles my mind!
Rachel Beckett:
Many things boggle your mind, W.
Wally Wilson:
Anyway, let’s get back to the match.
Shadow sees “Sick” Nick on his feet and charges at him, trying to hit a clothesline. Nick ducks it and hits a drop toe hold, smashing Shadow’s face into the chair.
Wally Wilson:
Look at ShadowWalker! He’s busted open even more now and bleeding profusely.
“Sick” Nick slowly rolls to the outside while Julio Garcia is attending to Shadow. Nick goes underneath the ring and gets a table. He slides it into the ring and rolls in after it.
Rachel Beckett:
What’s he going to do with that now?
Wally Wilson:
I don’t know, but he is setting it up by the corner.
Shadow is slowly getting to his feet and Nick Irish Whips him into the corner by the table. Nick lifts Shadow up and sits him on the top rope. Nick then moves the table so it is stet up right behind him. Nick climbs up onto the second rope and locks Shadow into a DDT position. Nick quickly jerks backwards, hitting a Snap DDT through the table.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
OH MY GOD ! ! ! HE KILLED HIM ! ! ! Nick killed ShadowWalker ! ! !
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Te…
“Sick” Nick and Shadow slowly get to their feet and exchange a couple of punches. Shadow gets the advantage and throws a couple more punches. Shadow then kicks Nick in the abdomen and hits a DDT onto the rubble from the table.
Wally Wilson:
Oh my, look at Nick.
Rachel Beckett:
Yea, he is wearing that crimson mask now.
Shadow grabs the chair and rolls into the ring. He starts to taunt Nick to get up. Nick slowly gets up onto his knees and is met with a hard chair shot to the skull.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
Did you hear that sickening thud?
Rachel Beckett:
The blood is pouring off his face like a waterfall now.
Julio Garcia checks on Nick.
Wally Wilson:
How does he have enough energy to keep going?
Rachel Beckett:
I was going to ask you the same thing.
Nick slowly stumbles to his feet.
Wally Wilson:
NICK IS UP ! ! ! Oh my God, Nick is up ! ! !
ShadowWalker shakes his head in frustration and goes back to work.
Wally Wilson:
These two are putting everything they have got into this match.
Shadow hits a couple of weak rights to Nick’s face. Nick ducks the third one and throws a weak right of his own. Nick sends a kick to the stomach of Shadow and sets him up for the “Sick” Bomb. As Nick lifts Shadow up, he wiggles free and lands on his feet behind Nick. As Nick turns around, Shadow goes to hit another Super Kick, but Nick counters it and grabs his leg. Nick pulls Shadow’s other foot out from underneath him, making him fall to the floor. Nick then locks Shadow in a Sharpshooter. Blood is pouring out of both their heads, now covering their faces and flowing onto their clothes. Shadow is screaming in pain while “Sick” Nick struggles to keep the hold on Shadow.
Wally Wilson:
Look at this scene. It reminds me of when Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart had Stone Cold Steve Austin locked in the sharpshooter at Wrestlemania 13.
Gary King:
Yea, but these two are a whole lot bloodier then they were.
Shadow is gripping at the mat due to the pain. Shadow lays his head down in a pool of his own blood, pounding his fist.
Wally Wilson:
Oh my God, look at the blood on the mat surrounding these two.
Rachel Beckett:
These two have lost enough blood to fill a bathtub.
Shadow with all his might forces his feet forward, sending Nick flying to the mat. Nick goes face first as both men are laying there unconscious from blood loss.
Gary King:
What are these men going to have to do to win this match?
Finally Nick pulls himself up by the ropes, while Keith is clutching at his legs. Once he gets up on two feet, he throws his arms out in disgust, almost like an umpire making a safe call, to signify that enough is enough. Nick heads out of the ring and goes underneath.
Rachel Beckett:
What’s going on now? What else could be brought into this match!?!
Nick pulls something out that causes the crowd to erupt!
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
IT’S A GLASS TABLE ! ! !
Gary King:
It’s not just a glass table! It’s wrapped in barbwire too!
The weakened Nick sets the table up right next to the ring on the outside. But he’s not done there. He goes back underneath and pulls out more barbwire, a bag and a bottle of what appears to be an alcoholic beverage.
Rachel Beckett:
What is all that!?!
Wally Wilson:
That is no good. I can tell you that!
Nick opens the bag and spills out thousands of thumbtacks onto the glass table that is wrapped in barbwire. But Nick is not done there. He goes back under the ring and pulls a ladder and kendo stick out.
Gary King:
How many weapons does he have out there now!?!
Wally Wilson:
One… Two… Thr . . . I count five. FIVE different types of weapons out there!
Nick throws the kendo stick into the ring and follows that by sliding the ladder in. He slowly climbs back into the ring.
Rachel Beckett:
Shadow has the kendo stick and he is waiting for Nick!
As Nick gets up, ShadowWalker cracks the kendo stick right between his eyes. Nick grabs at his forehead and falls to his knees.
Gary King:
Is Nick laughing?
Rachel Beckett:
He is. And that sick son of a bitch is asking for more!
ShadowWalker shrugges his shoulders and cracks him across the head a couple more times. Nick seems to fall over in bliss.
Wally Wilson:
This is just crazy!
Shadow drops the kendo stick and goes for a cover.
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Th…
Wally Wilson:
Nick kicks out!
Shadow pounds his fist into the mat and gets up. He taunts Nick to get up. As he does, Shadow lifts Nick up for a Shadow Bomb! Shadow thrusts Nick forward.
Wally Wilson:
NO! Hurracurana! Nick pulled that out of nowhere!
Rachel Beckett:
Yea, and he sent Shadow flipping onto the ladder!
Again, both men are out! Nick tries to pull himself up by the ropes again, but each time he does, it seems to be harder and harder. But finally he does. Nick sets the ladder up by the side of the ring, by the glass table wrapped in barbwire and covered in thumb tacks. As Shadow begins to stir, Nick lifts up the battered kendo stick and waits. As Shadow looks up, Nick cracks him across the head, causing Shadow to stumble backwards and fall outside the ropes and unto the apron by the glass table. As Shadow tries to get up again, Nick just aimlessly swings the kendo stick, hitting Shadow in every part of his body. Shadow falls stomach first onto the apron, and Nick gently rolls him off and onto the barbwire wrapped and thumb tack filled glass table. Nick a little light headed from the blood loss grabs the extra set of barbwire and wraps it around himself. Nick grabs the bottle and starts to climb the ladder. As he gets to the top, he straddles the ladder, opens the bottle and starts to take a slug.
Rachel Beckett:
What a time to be drinking on the job!
Nick pours more and more alcohol into his mouth, splashing it all over his body.
Gary King:
He’s getting more on himself then down his mouth!
As the last drop falls out, Nick throws the bottle at ShadowWalker. Nick stands up and salutes the crowd as they go nuts. But Nick throws up a finger, telling them to wait one second. Nick goes into his shorts and pulls out a lighter!
Rachel Beckett:
HOLY SHIT! IT’S A LIGHTER ! ! !
“Sick” Nick lights the lighter, THEN LIGHTS HIMSELF UP ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
SHADES OF NICK’S FIRST APPERANCE IN THE FHT ! ! !
Gary King:
And lets not forget he’s wrapped in barbwire too ! ! !
“Sick” Nick leaps off the ladder and falls at least 20 feet, hitting a Sinton Bomb that smashes ShadowWalker through the barbwire wrapped and thumb tack filled glass table ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
SIX!!! That was six weapons all used at once!
Gary King:
That has got to be some kind of record!
Backstage staff quickly rush out and put out the flames as an unconscious and burnt “Sick” Nick, who is wrapped in barbwire, sandwiches ShadowWalker with glass, barbwire and thumb tacks.
Julio Garcia:
One . . . Two. . . Three ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
Both men are completely unconscious, but Nick is on top of Shadow and Shadow’s shoulders are pinned!
Jane McNeal:
Winner of this match . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !
The PPV goes out as the fans are going nuts and EMT rush down to the aid of these two men.
I Don't Know What They're Talking About
I'll Make Up My Own Decisions
This Thing That I Found Ain't Gonna Bring Me Down
I'm Like A Junkie Without An Addiction
Mama Don't Cry I Just Wanna Stay High
I Like Playing With Danger And Fear
Everybody's Walkin' But Nobody's Talkin'
It Looks A Lot Better From Here
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
Why Don't They Ever Listen To Me
It's Just A One Way Conversation
Nothing They Say Is Gonna Set Me Free
Don't Need No Mental Masturbation
Too Many Religions But Only One God
I Don't Need Another Saviour
Don't Try To Change My Mind
You Know I'm One Of A Kind
Ain't Gonna Change My Bad Behaviour
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
I Don't Wanna Stop
[solo]
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wanna Stop
All My Life I've Been Over The Top
I Don't Know What I'm Doing All I Know Is I Don't Wanna Stop
All Fired Up, I'm Gonna Go 'til I Drop
You're Either In Or In The Way, Don't Make Me I Don't Wan . . .
WHAT THE . . .
All of a sudden “Sick” Nick and ShadowWalker come crashing through the stage. The two smash into the drum kit, sending the drums and the drummer flying. These two won’t stop. Battered and bruised, they keep going at it. The fight continues down the ramp and around the ring. They make their way in front of the announcer’s table.
Gary King:
This fight is out of control. They started in a flea market and now they are battling it out right here in front of us.
Shadow pushes Jane McNeal onto the floor and grabs her chair. He nails Nick right between the eyes, sending back first into the apron. ShadowWalker rolls Nick in and slides in too as “Sick” Nick is getting to his feet. As Nick turns around, Shadow throws the chair at Nick, but Nick catches it. Then out of nowhere, Shadow hits a Super Kick right into the chair, which gets smashed right into Nick’s face. The chair and Nick go flying.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Rachel Beckett:
Man, what a shot! Right into Nick’s face ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
Oh my God, look at that cut on Nick’s forehead now. He is busted open pretty good.
Shadow climbs the turnbuckle and throws a fist into the air as Julio Garcia checks on “Sick” Nick.
Wally Wilson:
He’s not out yet. Come on Nick, you can do it.
ShadowWalker, waiting for his moment, leaps off of the top rope. “Sick” Nick moves out of the way. Shadow comes crashing down hard onto the chair. Now both Shadow and Nick are out in the middle of the ring.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven…
Both “Sick” Nick and Shadow get up at the same time. Shadow throws a punch, but Nick blocks it. Shadow throws another, and Nick blocks it again. Shadow throws a third punch. Nick blocks it again and throws a punch of his own. Nick throws a couple more punches, making Shadow legs unstable. Nick grabs Shadow’s arm and Irish Whips him towards the ropes. Nick quickly follows Shadow and clotheslines him to the outside, tumbling over the rope with him. “Sick” Nick picks Shadow up and slams his head into the commentator’s table.
Wally Wilson:
Oh damn it, we better get out of the way, because it looks like this match is flowing over to our table.
All three announcers get up and move as the fight continues.
“Sick” Nick continues to slam Shadow’s head onto the table. Nick then grabs his head again and drags him over a little before Shadow hits a couple of jabs into Nick’s ribs. Nick quickly answers back with a knee to Shadow’s ribs. Nick rolls Shadow onto the Spanish Announcer’s table and grabs a chair.
Rachel Beckett:
What is he doing?
Gary King:
I don’t know, but he is on the ring apron now.
With the chair in hand, “Sick” Nick takes a running start, jumps off of the ring apron and lands an leg drop with the chair onto Shadow. The table collapses, bring both men down to the floor with it.
Crowd:
Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!!
Rachel Beckett:
These two men are killing each other!
Wally Wilson:
That’s the nature of this match Rachel.
Gary King:
You’re damn right, and neither would have it any other way!
Both men are still down.
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight…
“Sick” Nick slowly gets to his feet, followed by Shadow.
Wally Wilson:
How are they doing this? How are these two able to get back to their feet after that move? It boggles my mind!
Rachel Beckett:
Many things boggle your mind, W.
Wally Wilson:
Anyway, let’s get back to the match.
Shadow sees “Sick” Nick on his feet and charges at him, trying to hit a clothesline. Nick ducks it and hits a drop toe hold, smashing Shadow’s face into the chair.
Wally Wilson:
Look at ShadowWalker! He’s busted open even more now and bleeding profusely.
“Sick” Nick slowly rolls to the outside while Julio Garcia is attending to Shadow. Nick goes underneath the ring and gets a table. He slides it into the ring and rolls in after it.
Rachel Beckett:
What’s he going to do with that now?
Wally Wilson:
I don’t know, but he is setting it up by the corner.
Shadow is slowly getting to his feet and Nick Irish Whips him into the corner by the table. Nick lifts Shadow up and sits him on the top rope. Nick then moves the table so it is stet up right behind him. Nick climbs up onto the second rope and locks Shadow into a DDT position. Nick quickly jerks backwards, hitting a Snap DDT through the table.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
OH MY GOD ! ! ! HE KILLED HIM ! ! ! Nick killed ShadowWalker ! ! !
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Te…
“Sick” Nick and Shadow slowly get to their feet and exchange a couple of punches. Shadow gets the advantage and throws a couple more punches. Shadow then kicks Nick in the abdomen and hits a DDT onto the rubble from the table.
Wally Wilson:
Oh my, look at Nick.
Rachel Beckett:
Yea, he is wearing that crimson mask now.
Shadow grabs the chair and rolls into the ring. He starts to taunt Nick to get up. Nick slowly gets up onto his knees and is met with a hard chair shot to the skull.
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
Did you hear that sickening thud?
Rachel Beckett:
The blood is pouring off his face like a waterfall now.
Julio Garcia checks on Nick.
Wally Wilson:
How does he have enough energy to keep going?
Rachel Beckett:
I was going to ask you the same thing.
Nick slowly stumbles to his feet.
Wally Wilson:
NICK IS UP ! ! ! Oh my God, Nick is up ! ! !
ShadowWalker shakes his head in frustration and goes back to work.
Wally Wilson:
These two are putting everything they have got into this match.
Shadow hits a couple of weak rights to Nick’s face. Nick ducks the third one and throws a weak right of his own. Nick sends a kick to the stomach of Shadow and sets him up for the “Sick” Bomb. As Nick lifts Shadow up, he wiggles free and lands on his feet behind Nick. As Nick turns around, Shadow goes to hit another Super Kick, but Nick counters it and grabs his leg. Nick pulls Shadow’s other foot out from underneath him, making him fall to the floor. Nick then locks Shadow in a Sharpshooter. Blood is pouring out of both their heads, now covering their faces and flowing onto their clothes. Shadow is screaming in pain while “Sick” Nick struggles to keep the hold on Shadow.
Wally Wilson:
Look at this scene. It reminds me of when Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart had Stone Cold Steve Austin locked in the sharpshooter at Wrestlemania 13.
Gary King:
Yea, but these two are a whole lot bloodier then they were.
Shadow is gripping at the mat due to the pain. Shadow lays his head down in a pool of his own blood, pounding his fist.
Wally Wilson:
Oh my God, look at the blood on the mat surrounding these two.
Rachel Beckett:
These two have lost enough blood to fill a bathtub.
Shadow with all his might forces his feet forward, sending Nick flying to the mat. Nick goes face first as both men are laying there unconscious from blood loss.
Gary King:
What are these men going to have to do to win this match?
Finally Nick pulls himself up by the ropes, while Keith is clutching at his legs. Once he gets up on two feet, he throws his arms out in disgust, almost like an umpire making a safe call, to signify that enough is enough. Nick heads out of the ring and goes underneath.
Rachel Beckett:
What’s going on now? What else could be brought into this match!?!
Nick pulls something out that causes the crowd to erupt!
Crowd:
FHT!!! FHT!!! FHT!!!
Wally Wilson:
IT’S A GLASS TABLE ! ! !
Gary King:
It’s not just a glass table! It’s wrapped in barbwire too!
The weakened Nick sets the table up right next to the ring on the outside. But he’s not done there. He goes back underneath and pulls out more barbwire, a bag and a bottle of what appears to be an alcoholic beverage.
Rachel Beckett:
What is all that!?!
Wally Wilson:
That is no good. I can tell you that!
Nick opens the bag and spills out thousands of thumbtacks onto the glass table that is wrapped in barbwire. But Nick is not done there. He goes back under the ring and pulls a ladder and kendo stick out.
Gary King:
How many weapons does he have out there now!?!
Wally Wilson:
One… Two… Thr . . . I count five. FIVE different types of weapons out there!
Nick throws the kendo stick into the ring and follows that by sliding the ladder in. He slowly climbs back into the ring.
Rachel Beckett:
Shadow has the kendo stick and he is waiting for Nick!
As Nick gets up, ShadowWalker cracks the kendo stick right between his eyes. Nick grabs at his forehead and falls to his knees.
Gary King:
Is Nick laughing?
Rachel Beckett:
He is. And that sick son of a bitch is asking for more!
ShadowWalker shrugges his shoulders and cracks him across the head a couple more times. Nick seems to fall over in bliss.
Wally Wilson:
This is just crazy!
Shadow drops the kendo stick and goes for a cover.
Julio Garcia:
One… Two… Th…
Wally Wilson:
Nick kicks out!
Shadow pounds his fist into the mat and gets up. He taunts Nick to get up. As he does, Shadow lifts Nick up for a Shadow Bomb! Shadow thrusts Nick forward.
Wally Wilson:
NO! Hurracurana! Nick pulled that out of nowhere!
Rachel Beckett:
Yea, and he sent Shadow flipping onto the ladder!
Again, both men are out! Nick tries to pull himself up by the ropes again, but each time he does, it seems to be harder and harder. But finally he does. Nick sets the ladder up by the side of the ring, by the glass table wrapped in barbwire and covered in thumb tacks. As Shadow begins to stir, Nick lifts up the battered kendo stick and waits. As Shadow looks up, Nick cracks him across the head, causing Shadow to stumble backwards and fall outside the ropes and unto the apron by the glass table. As Shadow tries to get up again, Nick just aimlessly swings the kendo stick, hitting Shadow in every part of his body. Shadow falls stomach first onto the apron, and Nick gently rolls him off and onto the barbwire wrapped and thumb tack filled glass table. Nick a little light headed from the blood loss grabs the extra set of barbwire and wraps it around himself. Nick grabs the bottle and starts to climb the ladder. As he gets to the top, he straddles the ladder, opens the bottle and starts to take a slug.
Rachel Beckett:
What a time to be drinking on the job!
Nick pours more and more alcohol into his mouth, splashing it all over his body.
Gary King:
He’s getting more on himself then down his mouth!
As the last drop falls out, Nick throws the bottle at ShadowWalker. Nick stands up and salutes the crowd as they go nuts. But Nick throws up a finger, telling them to wait one second. Nick goes into his shorts and pulls out a lighter!
Rachel Beckett:
HOLY SHIT! IT’S A LIGHTER ! ! !
“Sick” Nick lights the lighter, THEN LIGHTS HIMSELF UP ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
SHADES OF NICK’S FIRST APPERANCE IN THE FHT ! ! !
Gary King:
And lets not forget he’s wrapped in barbwire too ! ! !
“Sick” Nick leaps off the ladder and falls at least 20 feet, hitting a Sinton Bomb that smashes ShadowWalker through the barbwire wrapped and thumb tack filled glass table ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
SIX!!! That was six weapons all used at once!
Gary King:
That has got to be some kind of record!
Backstage staff quickly rush out and put out the flames as an unconscious and burnt “Sick” Nick, who is wrapped in barbwire, sandwiches ShadowWalker with glass, barbwire and thumb tacks.
Julio Garcia:
One . . . Two. . . Three ! ! !
Wally Wilson:
Both men are completely unconscious, but Nick is on top of Shadow and Shadow’s shoulders are pinned!
Jane McNeal:
Winner of this match . . . “SICK” NICK ! ! !
The PPV goes out as the fans are going nuts and EMT rush down to the aid of these two men.