~**The Rock VS Jack Jacobs**~
Television Title Match
Tony Schiavone: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Friday Night Overdrive! What an action-packed show we have here for you tonight, folks! We have two title matches, both with heated rivalries behind them, and a last man standing match to boot!
Mark Madden: That’s right! The Baltimore Assassin is finally going to show Triple X who truly is the real Bad Boy in the Net World Order today, Tony!
Tony Schiavone: Well, you have to give credit to Triple X thus far. He has quite a glorious past in this company.
Mark Madden: Yeah, but he still can’t compare with The Baltimore Assassin, Tony.
Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the night is a last man standing match, where the winner is the man who can keep his opponent down until the count of ten! Introducing first, he is a member of the Triple Threat, and is a former World Champion… from the city of Baltimore, Maryland, he is The Baltimore Assassin!
[“Original Prankster” by Offspring plays over the PA system. The Baltimore Assassin walks out from the back with a cocky smile, and three fingers held up in the air. The Baltimore Assassin starts running from the rampway, and dives into the ring. The Baltimore Assassin then prepares for his match, handing any of his extra items to the ring attendant.]
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, he is one half of the World Tag Team Champions, and is a member of Ass-Kickers, Incorporated. Being led to the ring by Paul Bearer, he is Triple X! ”Master of Puppets” by Metallica plays, and out comes Triple X. He walks slowly down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of The Baltimore Assassin for a second. Triple X slowly climbs onto the apron, only to get knocked off by a baseball slide from The Assassin. ]
Tony Schiavone: Oh my! What a way to start this match! Triple X lands face-first ringht into the side of the ring, there!
[The Baltimore Assassin begins laying punches straight into the face of Triple X. Triple X already is getting hazy, wobbling a bit. The Baltimore Assassin winds up for a big swing, and throws a punch. But instead of punching Triple X, The Baltimore Assassin stops his fist only inches from Triple X’s face, and hits him with an eye poke instead. Triple X falls to the ground, blinded temporarily, as The Assassin is cracking up beside him.]
Tony Schiavone: Someone really needs to tell The Baltimore Assassin that he isn’t funny.
Mark Madden: Oh come on, Schiavone! Lighten up!
[The Baltimore Assassin picks Triple X up, and begins to pound his face into the guardrail nearby. The Assassin finishes off his work by tossing Triple X straight into the steel steps by the ring.]
Tony Schiavone: I’m starting to think this match will be over before it even gets underway!
[Triple X wearily gets up, seeing The Baltimore Assassin charging at him. Triple X acts quickly, and drops The Baltimore Assassin with a drop toe hold, sending The Baltimore Assassin crashing face-first into the steel steps.]
Mark Madden: Oh no! How did Triple X come out with that one?
Tony Schiavone: I don’t know, Madden, but Triple X is starting to walk up the ramp, and is daring The Baltimore Assassin to come up there with him.
[The Assassin wakes up, and gets a pissed off look on his face. He looks at the NWO-tron, and sees that Triple X is challenging him to follow him. Assassin obliges, and starts running to the back. The camera follows him, as Triple X sneaks off behind the curtains. Just as The Baltimore Assassin enters the curtains, he is met with a huge hand slapped across his throat. He is lifted high into the air, and crashed straight down onto the steel casing on the stage. The Undertaker emerges from the back, along with Triple X. The referee begins counting, 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…]
Mark Madden: Wait! The Assassin is starting to get up!
[9… The Baltimore Assassin is almost on his feet, but is soon kicked back down by The Undertaker. The referee calls out ten, and orders for the bell to be rung.]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match… Triple X!
Mark Madden: The Baltimore Assassin was robbed! The Undertaker can’t do that! That’s not fair!
Tony Schiavone: I’ll agree that the tactics weren’t fair, but nonetheless, Triple X goes home with a win with him!
Mark Madden: Well, Triple X was preaching about revenge earlier this week, and I just know that’s what’s going to happen when Jack Jacobs meets The Rock. He is furious over that loss he suffered on Tuesday, Schiavone. That rage is undoubtedly going to fuel him.
Tony Schiavone: But don’t underestimate The Rock, Mark. We’ve seen Jack Jacobs make that mistake already.
Howard Finkle: This next match is set for one fall, and is for the Net World Order Television Title! Introducing first, the challenger. He is the current Net World Order Hardcore Champion. Hailing from Miami, Florida, he is The Rock!
[“The Rock Says” begins its loop through the PA system, as The Rock emerges from the back. Still without the title, The Rock is quick to make his way to the ring, enter it, and give Jacobs the “Just Bring it” hand signal. Just then, “The Kings” by Run DMC begins to play.]
Howard Finkle: And his opponent, the current Net World Order Television Champion. Hailing from the country of Canada, he is Jack Jacobs!
[“The Kings” keeps playing, but Jack Jacobs fails to show up. The referee, after talking with The Rock and with others at ringside, begins to make a ten-count.]
Mark Madden: Hey, what is that referee doing?
Howard Finkle: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that if Jack Jacobs fails to show up to defend his title, Jacobs will be stripped and his title will be handed over to The Rock!
Tony Schiavone: Whoa! I don’t think Jack Jacobs can manage to escape jail that quickly, Mark!
Mark Madden: I hope Jacobs shows up. I would HATE to see The Rock get another title.
[While the referee counts, The Rock cockily stares at the stage entrance. Behind the referee and The Rock, a commotion begins to occur in the crowd. Jack Jacobs steps over the guardrail, Television title in hand. He sneaks up behind The Rock, turns him around, and nails him straight between the eyes with the title. The referee calls for the bell, officially starting the match. By this time, Jack Jacobs is stomping away at the fallen Rock. Jacobs eventually stops and picks him up, whipping him to the ropes. The Rock bounces off, and charges at Jack Jacobs, as Jacobs goes for a dropkick. The Rock ducks just in time, though, and Jacobs crashes down flat on his back. The Rock bounces off of the opposite rope, and drops an elbow flat across Jacobs’ chest. The Rock goes for the cover… 1…2…NO!]
Tony Schiavone: The Rock is trying to end this match too soon. Jack Jacobs kicked out of that attempt with ease.
[Jack Jacobs gets up to meet The Rock, and drills him across the face with a left hook. The Rock stumbles a bit, but comes back with a smack that sends Jacobs back down to the mat. Jacobs is quick to sit up, but is immediately stomped back down by The Rock. The Rock lifts Jacobs up, and sends him to the ropes. Jacobs darts back to The Rock, and is lifted into the air for a spinebuster. Jacobs acts quickly, though, and lands with a DDT out of nowhere. Jacobs covers The Rock, and the referee makes the count. 1…2…NO!]
Mark Madden: What a showing here by Jack Jacobs! He’s getting The Rock back for Tuesday Night Anarchy, no doubt!
[The Rock is slow to get up, and Jacobs starts pacing around him, eyes wide open. Jacobs then goes in for the attack, clipping The Rock’s knee out from under him. As The Rock goes down, Jacobs quickly applies a classic leglock, much to Rock’s dismay.]
Tony Schiavone: My God! Jacobs is trying to snap The Rock’s leg in half, now!
[Jacobs gets up to his feet, and begins mocking The Rock, telling him to “Just Bring It”. The Rock is having problems getting up, showing that Jacobs has done some significant damage to his leg.]
Tony Schiavone: As much as I hate to admit it, it looks like The Rock’s chances in this match are slim to none, now.
[Jacobs relaxes a bit, realizing that the match will be easier with The Rock injured. Jacobs strolls to The Rock, but is met with a quick kick to the gut, and a DDT to the canvas.]
Mark Madden: Oh no! Jacobs took his eye off the ball on that one!
[ The Rock covers Jack Jacobs, and the referee begins to count, 1…2…NO! The Rock is infuriated that he didn’t get the three count, and starts shouting in the referee’s face. Jacobs, again, clips the Rock from behind, and Rock’s knee goes out from under him again. Jack Jacobs picks The Rock up, and hits him with the Speed Limit. Jack Jacobs covers the Rock, and the referee counts, 1…2…3!]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match… and still your Net World Order Television Champion, Jack Jacobs!
Mark Madden: I knew it! Jack Jacobs pulls away with another successful title defense!
Tony Schiavone: But The Rock was still as close as it gets, Mark!
[Just then, the lights go out, with the sounds of “Bad Blood” playing in the background. The fans scream out in excitement, as the CEO of the NWOO makes an unscheduled appearance on the stage. Maxx Payne walks down the ramp with a microphone in hand, as Jack Jacobs and The Rock exit the ring. Maxx climbs into the ring, and begins to talk.]
Maxx Payne: I’ve never realized until now the problems that the NWO has these days. I mean, everybody wants to be enemies with the boss. It’s funny that nobody issued out so many challenges until they believed I was incapable of wrestling. Well, as much as I hate to disappoint you guys, namely Shane Douglas, Triple H, and Gene Simmons, I am as healthy as I have ever been in my life. The truth is, that I am drowning in paperwork backstage getting shit together for you guys to be wrestling somewhere else. But once in a while, I always get that itch to get back in the ring. And that itch is finally going to get it’s well-deserved scratch at the January Pay-Per-View, appropriately named Deadly Intentions. You see, I’ve already contacted my opponent, a former boss of my own, to try to see what he’s got in the ring with me.
Tony Schiavone: Former boss? Who in the world could that be?
Maxx Payne: But let’s get on to more important matters, because I have a lot to address in only so much time. First of all, you might be wondering why The Baltimore Assassin is back in the ring after what happened at Bad Blood. Well, apparently, being the genius that he is, my Vince-President Bronson Brown has already signed The Baltimore Assassin to a long-term contract with the Net World Order. But, in the end, this works out for me anyway. Because when the words stop flying between The Baltimore Assassin and I, he’ll have to remember the fact that I own him, and that he answers to my every demand, whether he likes it or not.
Mark Madden: And knowing Maxx Payne, he’d use that power, too.
Maxx Payne: And speaking of demands, I have made my very own executive decision, which will stand on Tuesday Night. You see, I feel that there are too many titles for so many undeserving wrestlers. We have about six different titles, when at most, four people deserve them. That is why on Tuesday Night, the Hardcore and United States title matches are both on last call. Whoever wins the belt that night gets the honor of being the last champion for that respective belt, before the belts are stripped from them and hung in my office.
Tony Schiavone: What? He’s retiring both the United States and Hardcore Titles, Mark!
Mark Madden: I heard him, I heard him!
Maxx Payne: But why have I chosen these belts, you must be wondering. The answer is simple, people. Gene Simmons and The Rock both disrespect their titles enough to let go of it for that one instant. They have both given up their chances for holding their titles to people who can only be defined as thieves. Tuesday Night, Holly, Gunn, you both had be on the top of your game, because this will be your last chance at the titles you both want.
[With that, “Bad Blood” starts up again, and Maxx Payne leaves the arena. Tony Schiavone and Mark Madden continue talking about what Maxx Payne has just said, as Howard Finkle enters the ring to introduce the main event.]
Howard Finkle: And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the main event! This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first, he is the leader of Ass-Kickers, Incorporated, and is the Net World Order United States Champion. Introducing the challenger, Gene Simmons!
[“Long Hard Road Out of Hell” by Maralyn Manson begins to play, and the lights flicker out to welcome Gene Simmons to the ring. His belt, still with Bob Holly, is absent from his waist, as he bitterly strides to the ring. Just as he’s about to enter the ring, “Perfect Strangers” by Deep Purple plays, and Shane Douglas shows up on the ramp. Gene Simmons turns around to chase him on the stage, and a brawl ensues just underneath the NWO-tron.]
Tony Schiavone: Look at these two go at it! They are undoubtedly going to give it all they’ve got here tonight!
Mark Madden: But Shane Douglas is getting the upperhand, and oof! Shane Douglas is going to feel that one when he wakes up!.
[Mark Madden refers to a stiff low-blow to Douglas, sending Shane off his feet, and laying on the steel rampway. Gene Simmons lifts Shane Douglas upright, and grabs him by the hair and trunks. He leads Douglas to the side of the stage, and prepares to throw him off the side. Suddenly, The Rock comes running from the backstage area, and turns Gene Simmons around just in time. The two start brawling, until Shane Douglas dropkicks Gene from behind. This sends Gene reeling towards The Rock, who sends him over the edge of the stage with a punch to the side of his head. As Gene Simmons falls, sparks begin to fly, and tables begin to break. All of a sudden, Arrow comes from behind The Rock, and begins to brawl with him back and forth. Shane Douglas, the only man left unscratched, smirks a bit, and strolls over to where Gene Simmons is laying. He looks for Simmons underneath all of the broken heaps of mass, only to find a bit from the lightboard thrown straight into his face.]
Tony Schiavone: What the Hell was that, Mark?
Mark Madden: Gene Simmons must have been laying in wait over there, Tony. That guy’s championship material for sure!
[ Gene Simmons grabs Shane Douglas, and starts leading him to the ring. He rolls Douglas into the ring, and the bell sounds, officially starting the match.]
Mark Madden: Man, Tony! The match has only started just now!
Tony Schiavone: I told you these two will give it their all here tonight!
Mark Madden: And Gene’s going up top! It looks like he’s going for that 450º splash that he did against Maxx Payne at When Worlds Collide!
[Indeed, Gene Simmons dives off with a 450º splash. However, Shane Douglas lifts both of his knees to his chest, sending Gene Simmons gasping for air. Shane Douglas gets up, and tries to finish Gene Simmons off with the Pittsburgh Plunge. Gene Simmons squirms in such a way that he is facing Douglas, and ends up blowing a flame in his face. Douglas falls back, as Gene Simmons delivers a few elbowdrops to his chest.]
Tony Schiavone: And finally, Gene Simmons hits that fire breath on Shane Douglas!
[Gene Simmons covers Shane Douglas, and the referee counts, 1…2…3NO! So close. Gene Simmons gets up, frustrated, and whips Shane Douglas to the corner. Gene Simmons lifts him to the top turnbuckle, and climbs up with him. Simmons tries to connect with the bodysault, but Shane Douglas shifts his weight to make Simmons lose his balance, with Shane Douglas landing on Gene Simmons in a pinning position.]
Mark Madden: Oh my God, Schiavone! This is it! This is it!
[The referee counts, 1…2… NO! Simmons kicks out right at the last second, and Shane Douglas is not happy about it at all. He argues to the referee, but notices Gene Simmons getting up behind him. Shane Douglas turns around, and ducks a swing by Gene Simmons. Douglas catches Simmons, and nails the Pittsburgh Plunge. He covers Simmons, and gets: 1…2…3-NO!]
Tony Schiavone: Oh my god!
Mark Madden: How did Simmons kick out of the Pittsburgh Plunge?
[Shane Douglas is ragingly mad, and approaches Gene Simmons angrily. Gene Simmons scoops him up, and runs him straight into the corner. Shane Douglas is caught on the turnbuckle upside down, as he sees Simmons charge at him at full speed with a body press. Shane Douglas collapses down, and sees Gene Simmons placing the mechanism for another fire breath.]
Mark Madden: I think Gene may very well put the finishing touches on Shane Douglas’ World Title streak!
Tony Schiavone: But Shane doesn’t want to give in so quickly! Look, he’s getting up!
[Shane Douglas gets up, as Francine gets up on the apron to distract the referee. Douglas delivers a deliberate low blow to Gene Simmons. The fire mechanism pops out of Simmons’ mouth, and Shane Douglas bends down to face Gene Simmons, who is crouching on the ground in extreme pain. Douglas blows the fire into Gene Simmons’ face, and goes for the cover as Francine drops down from the apron.]
Tony Schiavone: Oh my God, Mark!
Mark Madden: Might we see another robbery by Douglas?
[The referee gets on the mat, and slowly counts. 1…2…3!]
Howard Finkle: The winner of this match and still the Net World Order World Champion, Shane Douglas!
Tony Schiavone: I don’t believe it! Shane Douglas sneaks away as champion again! But Gene Simmons gave it his all here tonight.
Mark Madden: Yeah, but the question is if he and Shane Douglas are ready for their title defenses on Tuesday Anarchy?
Tony Schiavone: Tune in Tuesday night to find out, folks!