FUSE Killzone 33
March 28, 2007
Written by John Moorehouse and Nick Bruns
Scott Ambrose: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to what could be billed as a grudge match for the ages. Timo Bolamba faces his lifetime arch enemy Dave Gibson in a unique Stretcher-Submission match.
Hunter Jones: This is only on the mid card? I hope it lives up to the hype.
The lights suddenly erupt into strobe action and “Through the Fire and Flames” by Dragonforce hits the p.a. system.
Skye: Introducing first, hailing from Apia, Samoa…he is “The Samoan Silencer”….TIIIIIIMOOOOO BOOOOOLAAAAAMBAAAAAA!!!
The Samoan rips through the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. The fans are ecstatic as the face painted warrior of the FUSE nation pauses at ringside to give his shark toothed necklace to a young fan at the ringside wearing Timo face paint.
Scott Ambrose: Here we go folks, Timo is here, and that can only mean that Gibson isn’t far behind!
Indeed Scott is right. As the power metal comes to a halt the fans begin to boil and “Paradise City by Guns N’ Roses blasts through the arena.
Skye: And his opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina…he is “Mr. Old School” DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE GIIIIIIIIIBSOOOOON!!!
The fans explode again as Dave walks out onto the ramp and holds a hand up to his fans. The veteran makes his way to the ring and slowly stalks around it, not wanting to be taken off guard by Timo. The Samoan gestures for him to step in finally, and Dave does, never taking his eyes off Timo.
Scott Ambrose: And here we go!
Hunter Jones: We’re gonna see the real Dave Gibson tonight, Scott. You’ll see. It’s the same Dave Gibson that bludgeoned Timo with a steel chair a few weeks ago. THAT is the real Gibson, and tonight we see these two as they were meant to be… as enemies!
Timo makes a beeline for Mr. Old School, but instead Gibson circles out of the way. Timo closes in, and Gibson ties him up in a collar and elbow. Gibbo hooks a side headlock and really cinches it in. Timo gets out of it, though, grabbing one of Gibson’s arms and reversing into a top wristlock! Rather than do anything, he chain wrestles into an arm-wringer, then flips Gibbo over to the mat with a judo-style takedown.
Scott Ambrose: Whoa!
Timo leans into Gibson and smirks at gaining the upper hand in the brief exchange.
Scott Ambrose: Dave Gibson’s not the only technician. Don’t forget that Timo is an All-American in his own right!
Bolamba backs away, allowing Gibson to reach his feet. Now it’s Timo who’s circling, high-stepping like Rocky Balboa around a winded Clubber Lang in Rocky III. Timo darts in, and Gibson lunges for the leg. He keeps hold… and drives a backpedaling Bolamba to the mat with a single-leg takedown. Gibson reaches his feet, grabs the ankle… then backs away, making a breaking motion with his hands.
Hunter Jones: You see that? Dave Gibson could’ve crippled Timo Bolamba just then. He could have taken out the same knee he injured years ago. But he chose not to! Where’s the killer instinct, man?!?
Now it’s Gibson’s turn to smirk as a somewhat-addled Samoan Silencer gets to his feet. Once again, they circle, sizing up one another.
Scott Ambrose: It’s going to be so difficult for either man to get a clear advantage. These two know each other so well!
Hunter Jones: I thought Timo wanted to rip this guy limb from limb. This is a stretcher-submission match. There are no rules. But I think Bolamba wants to send a message by trying to outwrestle Gibson… Not sure how smart that is!
Timo and Gibson go to lock up again, but Timo feints a collar and elbow and catches Mr. Old School in a go-behind. He hoists Gibbo, and drives him face first to the mat with a classic amateur takedown. Timo hooks Gibson’s right arm in a hammerlock and starts trying to hook his head with the free hand, but Gibbo is fighting it off and trying to make it to the ropes. Instead, he rolls Timo onto his back and swings his legs up toward his head, rolling through to escape the hold and half-hooking Timo in a Cobra Clutch in the process!
Scott Ambrose: Gibson going for the Silencer!
Bolamba immediately starts fighting like a crazed, cornered wildebeest and gets free of Gibson’s grasp. He starts to stand, but Gibson takes him down with a leg sweep kick.
Hunter Jones: That looked like something out of Timo’s playbook!
Again Gibbo goes for the formerly injured leg. He pins it against the canvas and starts to deliver a blow… then releases Timo, hops to a standing position and extends a hand to the Samoan asking to help him to his feet.
Scott Ambrose: Look at that arrogance!
Bolamba smacks the hand aside, kicks Gibson in the chest then kicks him in the face!
Scott Ambrose: OUCH!
Gibbo staggers away, checking his nose and mouth for blood, then heads for Timo with an angry expression on his face. But Timo avoids his charge and brings him down to the mat with a drop toehold! Timo floats on top and starts trying to hook an STF! Gibson resists, but the stronger Bolamba is able to lock in the hold.
Scott Ambrose: Here we go our first true submission hold of the match!
Hunter Jones: It’s way too early, Scott…
Gibson starts trying to push up off the mat with his free hand, but Bolamba is leaning into him. Timo starts to really wrench back on Gibbo’s neck… then releases the hold, slaps him lightly on the back with both hands and rolls to his feet.
Scott Ambrose: We are witnessing a lot of mental gamesmanship going on between these two men. As you mentioned, they know each other so well! This isn’t so much about who has the better wrestling moves, but who can win this battle of wills!
Now Timo’s the one who extends a hand to Gibson, with a big grin. Gibson takes it, stands… then slaps the taste out of Timo’s face!
Scott Ambrose: Oh my…
Hunter Jones: I don’t think that was smart!
A snarling Timo winds up to strike Gibson who then hooks the arm and pulls his head in close to his own body. Gibbo starts delivering wicked elbow smashes to the side of Bolamba’s head, but he answers with open-handed strikes and closed fists to both sides of the ribcage! But the brutality of the elbows drives Timo to his knees. Now Gibbo is driving a knee into Bolamba’s face. And another!
Scott Ambrose: I think the friendliness is over…
But Timo shrugs Gibson off and opens up with a sudden barrage of closed-fist punches to the gut, screaming as he delivers them! And a big open-handed uppercut sends Gibbo sprawling backward! Gibson reels back into the ropes and bounces off. Timo stands and goes for a charging lariat, Gibson ducks it, hooks Timo in a half nelson, then hits a backbreaker!
Hunter Jones: There you go, Gibson! No mercy!
Timo stays down, cradling his lower back, as Gibson stands and struts a little bit.
Hunter Jones: We’re seeing the true Dave Gibson now, and I love it!
Gibson grabs Timo’s injured leg. He extends it, twists the ankle, and then delivers a stomp to the exposed back of Timo’s knee.
Hunter Jones: Finally!
Two more swift kicks to the knee, but instead of screaming in pain Timo starts to sit up! Gibson’s eyes bulge in disbelief, as Bolamba kicks him away with his free leg. Gibbo charges back in when Timo kips up! He lands on the knee with no apparent problem, and a stunned Gibson is stopped dead in his tracks.
Scott Ambrose: How in the—
Gibson doesn’t stay still for long, as Timo unloads with a VICIOUS overhand chop across the chest! Gibson cringes and reels away in pain. Timo spins him back around and hits a second brutal chop! Gibson answers with a kick to the bad leg, but Timo shrugs it off and catches Gibbo with a big head butt! Gibson stumbles and collapses to a seated position and Bolamba charges in with a wicked running knee strike to the face!
Timo stands over Gibbo, glowering, and starts beating his chest and screaming.
Scott Ambrose: TIMO BOLAMBA IS FIRED UP!
Bolamba yanks Gibson to his feet and fires him into the opposite corner with a wicked Irish whip. Gibbo goes into the corners face first, and remains slumped against them… as Timo charges across the ring and goes for a shoulder tackle. But Gibson moves out of the way and Timo’s arm smashes into the steel post!
Scott Ambrose: OH!
Gibbo grabs a dazed Timo by the waistband and yanks him down to the mat, then goes for a cross arm breaker on the affected arm. Bolamba keeps his hands locked, however, so that Mr. Old School cannot apply the hold fully. Timo meanwhile gets his feet into the ropes, and the referee breaks up the two men.
Gibson starts to stand and hook Timo, who powers up and sends his longtime rival over the top rope to the floor.
Hunter Jones: Well that was a rookie mistake…
Gibson starts to stand as Timo perches at the ropes. He’s still on all fours as Bolamba springs to the top, comes off with a back flip… LEGDROP DOWN ACROSS GIBBO!
Scott Ambrose: PINEAPPLE SUNRISE!!
Bolamba rolls off, and reaches his feet within just a few seconds.
Hunter Jones: He isn’t human; we need to have a more strict Human Growth Hormone testing policy here.
Scott Ambrose: Not so sure that’s a good idea Hunter.
Hunter Jones: Why no….OOOHHH…wrestlers…right…
Timo drags a hurting Gibson to his feet and starts leading him toward the stretcher.
Scott Ambrose: Here we go, Timo is gonna try and end this right here and now.
Timo pins Gibbo to the stretcher with one massive forearm, then starts delivering a series of wicked clubbing forearms to his torso with the free arm. With Gibson apparently subdued, he starts pushing the stretcher toward the aisle… then bypasses it and starts to pick up speed. At this point, Mr. Old School is starting to sit up. Timo heads around one corner of the ring, still picking up speed, then starts to sprint down the straightaway. Gibbo sits up, his mouth forming a perfect O of surprise as Timo shoves the stretcher. It goes careening into the rail and upon impact Gibson FLIES over the barrier into the crowd!
Scott Ambrose: OH SWEET BABY JESUS!
Gibson lands on the unforgiving concrete between two seating sections and stays down, grabbing at his back and gasping for air like a freshly caught fish. Timo casually climbs over the barrier and pursues his opponent.
Hunter Jones: Keep in mind that every bit of this is legal…
Gibson is struggling to his feet, and is obviously out of sorts. He starts staggering away from the ring, toward the back of the floor section.
Scott Ambrose: He’s running away!
Hunter Jones: Of course he’s not; he just doesn’t know where he is right now.
Timo picks up a chair and fires it at Gibson, smacking him in the back and knocking Gibbo to the floor. Bolamba picks up another chair and fires it at Gibson before he has a chance to rise. And another! And another! And another and another and another and another and another and another and another and… you get the idea.
Scott Ambrose: TIMO BOLAMBA IS BURYING DAVE GIBSON UNDER AN AVALANCHE OF STEEL CHAIRS!!!
The Samoan admires his handiwork for a moment as fans slap him on the back and a hot groupie fan tries to get him to sire her children. The pile of chairs begins to move slowly, and Gibson crawls out from underneath, obviously very much worse for the wear.
Timo grabs yet another free chair and walks over to Dave. As he lifts it over his head and Gibbo gets to his knees, Dave punches Timo right in the salmon eggs of Capistrano. The Samoan drops the chair, and subsequently drops to the ground.
Hunter Jones: And that’s all perfectly legal!
Dave grabs Timo’s free leg and begins to drag him up to the railing. He props him up by both his arms and retreats to grab a chair. The Samoan is still wracked in pain as Gibson runs at him with a chair in hand. The Samoan half falls, half leaps out of the way, and Gibbo smacks the guard rail with the chair.
The Samoan Silencer stands up slowly, and measures out a kick to the side of the head. He swings his foot, and as he pivots, Gibson swings the chair with the edge at his arm. Both connect at the same time, and as Timo cries out in pain, Dave recoils and falls in a heap over the guardrail.
Scott Ambrose: That was a devastating shot to both combatants. I am not sure, but it looks as though Timo is really favoring that arm now!
Hunter Jones: Well he might not have been able to do anything to that supposed bum leg, but if Gibson can pull it together long enough to get Timo in an arm bar or something, he might just win this thing easily!
Scott Ambrose: Good point Hunter.
Gibson rolls toward the ring, clutching his head and shaking off the cobwebs. Timo is still favoring his arm and cursing in Samoan from the other side of the guardrail. He slowly stands up and crawls over gingerly, making sure not to aggravate his jewels any further.
Gibson sees the unrelenting Samoan grabbing for the stretcher and gets to his feet, hobbling away up the ramp. There is just no way he wants to deal with another flying stretcher ride. As he runs up the ramp slowly, Timo positions the stretcher just right and begins to push it, as if to run down Gibson halfway up the ramp.
Scott Ambrose: What the hell is he planning now?!
There was only maybe twenty feet between Gibson and the ambulance at the top of the stage when Timo began running forward, stretcher in front. Gibson turns and watches as Timo jumps up on top of the stretcher and begins riding it like a surfboard. Gibson jumps out of the way at the last second, off the side of the ramp, and so too does Timo, the stretcher flying and eventually hitting the back of the Econoline.
Gibson is hit with a brutal body splash, and groans, grabbing his ribs. Timo deftly grabs Dave in a leg scissors chokehold, and Gibson begins to flail around wildly in the air. The submission expert does the only thing he can do, and he grabs one of Timo’s ankles and begins to wrench it violently. The Samoan grimaces, and eventually releases control of his chokehold.
Hunter Jones: And just like that, we are back to technical wrestling! I hate to say it, but Smitty really booked a hell of a match here.
Scott Ambrose: This could literally go either way ladies and gentlemen. It seems whatever Timo does in the submission game, Gibson has an answer to, and whatever Gibson tries to hit Timo with, he loses the hardcore game. This is really a battle of which move will seal the deal first!
Dave rolls up now, putting on a full ankle lock. The Samoan Silencer pushes himself up with everything he has and grabs a nearby lighting stand. Timo pulls the small stand and whips it into Dave’s forehead, smashing the glass and drawing the first blood of the match.
Scott Ambrose: We got a bleeder!
Timo stands up gingerly, favoring his arm still, and admires his handiwork. Gibson is clawing his forehead, blood dripping from the cuts raked across his roadmap of scars. The Samoan grabs his opponent by the hair and puts him in a front face lock. Dave still has enough presence of mind to grab Timo around the waist and lift him high up and over his back, flipping him down and through a conveniently placed table.
The fans pop as Dave kneels over, bleeding on the concrete, and Timo begins to stir through the wreckage of the particle board table. Mr. Old School turns his attention to his enemy and pulls him to his feet. A vicious knife edged chop stings Timo’s chest, followed by another one.
Almost compelled to yell “WHOOO!!”… Dave does, and lays in another chop. Timo falls backwards and leans over a refuse bucket. Dave breaks character momentarily and stops to play to the fans before turning around to…
Hunter Jones: LOOK OUT!
The bin comes down on Gibson’s face, dropping him to his knees. Timo then drops the bucket over his enemy and begins pacing backwards. He pulls a thumb up in the air judging the distance, which at this point is about fifty feet. Dave stands up slowly and begins to amble around incoherently with the bin over his head. He actually manages to ramble to the ramp and stands with his back to Timo, not knowing what is even going on around him thanks to a concussed state.
The Samoan pulls his fingers up over his head like a bull and begins pawing the ground fervently. Waiting patiently until just the right moment, Timo screams a war cry and runs forward, leaping and hitting Dave just as he turns around with a massive spear. Both men fly from one side of the ramp backwards and clear off the other side into a pile of audio equipment some ten feet away.
Scott Ambrose: OH MY GOD! THEY MIGHT BE DEAD! LITERALLY!!
The fans are going berserk now as both men lay motionless on the floor below.
Hunter Jones: That garbage can is just wrecked, and its surrounding the form of what used to be Dave Gibson! I can’t believe I just saw that! I mean, this isn’t even a main event or pay per view!
Scott Ambrose: I guess that shows what lengths a guy will go to when he’s really ticked off!
The Samoan gets to his feet first. Dave still isn’t moving from inside the can. Timo removes the garbage can to find Mr. Old School out cold. Knowing full well he can probably have his way with the rest of the match, Timo picks Dave up over his shoulder and slowly marches back toward the ramp.
He climbs slowly before putting Dave on the stretcher, which has now rolled away from the ambulance. He begins to rolls the medical instrument up the incline, and gets to the van. As he reaches to open the doors, Dave comes to and realizes he is about to lose. In a last ditch effort he kicks Timo with both of his legs and knocks FUSE’s Samoan Knight to the ground several meters away.
As Timo gets to his feet, Dave rolls off the stretcher and proceeds to roll the cart at Timo, catching him napping and knocking the warrior over. Timo gets to his feet again and makes a dash at Dave, who suddenly slams the door of the ambulance open into Timo’s face!
Scott Ambrose: An effective move there by Gibson! Not exactly his forte but I think he is catching on quick!
Hunter Jones: Not so fast Scott, he’s going back to the submission moves!
Dave clamps in a full nelson on Timo as he stands up. Dave tries to get a hook into The Samoan’s leg, but to no avail. Timo sits down suddenly breaking the hold, and using his flexibility he kicks his legs up and catches Dave in the jaw.
Dave stumbles back, giving Timo enough time to hobble to the ambulance and use the broken door to climb slowly. He makes his way to the top of the van as Dave is just now getting to the back doors. Knowing better than to let Timo jump off and deliver a massive blow, Dave instead does the unthinkable…
Scott Ambrose: He’s climbing up there after Timo!
Hunter Jones: And he’s got a bedpan!
Dave indeed has grabbed a bedpan and now pulls himself over the edge of the roof. The Samoan tries a hasty attack and is waffled right in the eye with a strike from the steel pan. His face paint peels off where the blow occurred and his nose begins to bleed profusely. Dave is still lacerated heavily from the glass and blood still emanates from his wounds.
Mr. Old School follows the strike up with another one, this time to the ribs. Bruising is already evident all over Dave’s body, but now Timo is wearing a puffed up eye that is quickly turning colors. The Samoan and Gibbo measure each other before Gibson tries another swing. This time, Timo catches his arm and grabs Dave by the throat in a good old fashioned chokehold.
Not to be outdone, Dave grabs Timo as well, and the pair begins to slowly choke each other to death. Some audio equipment picks up the two men yelling at each other through choked off voices.
Timo Bolamba: WHY WON’T YOU JUST DIE!?
Dave Gibson: YOU FIRST!
Timo Bolamba: NO YOU FIRST!
Dave Gibson: NO…YOU!
He kicks Timo in the stomach and doubles him over shortly before breaking character and hitting a HUGE DDT into the roof.
Hunter Jones: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
The Samoan rolls flat on his back, eyes practically out cold and a rather impressive dent to his left. Dave falls to his haunches and rubs some blood out of his eyes before slowly locking in an arm bar.
Timo doesn’t have any energy to even bother to know he’s in an arm bar, and thus doesn’t tap. His eyes don’t even flutter and soon Gibson curses that he’s actually done TOO good a job setting up the submission. He stands up and slowly pulls Timo to his knees. The Samoan woozily looks up to see his tormentor standing above him and the fist automatically flies upward, crotching Dave and now doubling him over.
Hunter Jones: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Scott Ambrose: What? Why do you keep saying that?
Hunter Jones: Because its fun!
Timo quickly puts his shoulders under Dave’s torso and again stands, in a back body drop straight onto the ambulance light rack. The lights shatter and Dave screams as parts of the rack fly everywhere. The roof of the ambulance is now utterly demolished, and starting to buckle at the cheaply riveted seams.
Timo watches his opponent as he frantically tries to stop his back from feeling like it had just been hit by a beehive. The Samoan looks up and grabs the light rigging just above the entryway and pulls himself up, looking for a good perch to execute his finisher.
Dave leaves him little time to set up though before grabbing the rigging and climbing up himself. Timo waits until he has reached the top before delivering a sharp jab to Gibson. Mr. Old School shrugs it off and pushes Timo back. The Samoan takes a wild swing at Gibson, and the submission expert ducks under the blow, locking in a Cobra Clutch!
Scott Ambrose: Timo is in big trouble here! Where do you go from here, no weapons, no way out!
Hunter Jones: This is it, tap out bitch!
The Samoan plows backwards, slamming Dave into the rigging, but he will not let go. Timo stomps on Mr. Old School’s foot, but to no avail. Slowly The Samoan Silencer is losing the battle, and it’s evident in his drooping eyes.
A huge backwards head butt and Gibson almost releases the lock. Timo tries to pry loose, getting a second burst of energy, but it’s just no good.
Timo fights with everything he has, but cannot break loose this time. To make it worse, Dave reaches a foot around and gets a body lock, sweeping Timo’s leg and stability. The Samoan does the only thing he can at this point and falls backwards, taking Dave by surprise and rolling both men off the rig at once.
Scott Ambrose: Timo just lost his balance, and now it’s all a matter of time!
Indeed, The Samoan managed to grab the rig with both hands as Gibson still holds the lock like a pit bull on a neck. The Silencer looks down and just before he blacks out, a smile creeps across his face.
Scott Ambrose: GOOD GOD!!
Hunter Jones: HE DIDN’T!!!
Indeed he did do it. Timo let go and both men fell backwards, crashing through the top of the Ambulance with a tremendous explosion of energy. The entire back end of the ambulance is utterly destroyed, and folded in on itself. Paramedics run to the scene and begin to rip away the doors to the van.
Blood rolls down Dave’s cheeks, and Timo’s arm lies in a ghastly angle. The paramedics go to work trying to hold the separate halves of the vehicle apart, but suddenly there is a commotion from inside as Timo Bolamba slowly drags himself out with one arm and rolls out onto the stage to lay flat on his back. Blood slowly trickles from the corner of his mouth, and the medics start screaming, rather ironically, for stretchers.
Scott Ambrose: Jesus jumping jack flash! Did Timo just win this thing?
Hunter Jones: We’ll find out soon!
The referee runs to the ambulance and takes stock of the situation before leaning down and raising Timo’s arm in the air. The Samoan screams in pain and the crowd explodes.
DING DING DING!
Skye: Here is your winner… “The Samoan Silencer” TIIIIIIIMOOOOOO BOOOOOLAAAAAAMBAAAAA!!!!!!
Scott Ambrose: HE DID IT! TIMO BEAT DAVE GIBSON IN A BRUTAL MATCH!
Hunter Jones: Even I, who usually roots for the bad guy, can’t help but enjoy this.
Scott Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen everywhere, make sure before you sit down that you didn’t just piss yourself in excitement! We will be right back!
And with that, the show fades to a commercial break.
We fade in to see the flashing lights of an ambulance, as a pair of paramedics load a stretcher into the back.
Attached is Dave Gibson… or what’s left of him. The entire top half of Mr. Old School’s head is swaddled in bandages, with blood soaking through. One eye is covered by the bandages, and the other has a glazed look indicating either a significant concussion or sudden and severe mental incapacitation. His entire torso seems to be covered in bruises, the legacy of impact after impact against steel chairs or the unforgiving concrete floor.
Paramedic 1: We’ve got some significant blood loss here…
Paramedic 2: Try not to speak, sir. We’re taking you to get some help, OK?
The paramedics load Gibson into the back of the ambulance. They start to shut the doors when the radio of the one on the right begins to squawk.
Paramedic 1: Hold on, we’ve got another one coming.
A third paramedic appears pushing a second stretcher.
Timo Bolamba is strapped to it. The Samoan Silencer has a black eye, nearly swollen shut, surrounded by what little scraps are left of his facepaint. There is also an enormous and nasty looking knot on his forehead, evidence of some sick headfirst trauma during the course of his contest. Timo’s right arm is in a cloth sling, his right boot has been removed and his right foot is immobilized in the air.
Paramedic 2: Christ… what the hell is wrong with these people? Get him in the back.
The paramedics load Timo into the ambulance alongside Dave Gibson.
Timo: [in a croaking voice] Dave…
Timo: That… Was… AWESOME…
Timo starts to laugh, but his voice dissolves into a racking coughing fit and he starts to grab at his ribs as the ambulance doors slam shut.