[We open to Brady “Boltz” Lowell casually walking a few feet in front of the Belgrade Arena; a rolling bag drags behind the veteran.  He reaches to upon the glass door as a voice off camera catches him off guard.]

Voice: Hey Brady…

[Lowell turns in the direction of the voice to receive a sharp Roundhouse into his abdomen courtsey of Marcus Davis. Lowell doubles over, before he regains his wits Marcus sends him face first towards the glass.]

*CRASH*

[Lowell smashes through the glass casing, causing the glass to shatter into a thousand pieces. Marcus abruptly steps over the prone Lowell, inside the arena. He brushes a few shards of glass off his dark blue silk shirt, and from his jeans as well. Silver Sunglasses cover his eyes, he walks past some Serbian wrestlers that are attending the show backstage, including the Andric Wrestling Committee Heavyweight Champion, Mihailo Cakic. Davis gives a nod in their direction as he continues walking.]

    Jack: Looks like Marcus Davis is on his way out to ringside.

    Vik: Great. It'll give me a chance to catch up on some sleep. Damn jetlag!
 
   [The soft tender tones of "Requiem For A Dream" begins playing the violins and accompanying harrowing sounds
   create a somber fixation. The crowd raises to their feet, as the music continues to fill the arena. The Shootfire
   screen flickers, cutting to the words, Code Of Honor in light blue letters on a white background. The firm voice of
   Galadriel shoots through the arena.]

   "In Your Time Of Greatest Need
    When All Hope Is Lost Beyond Recall"

    [Smoke begins to billow around the entry way. Shrieks are heard from all corners of the arena, as everyone is
    heavily anticipating the appearance of Marcus Davis. Visions of faces racked with despair, pain, and the uncertainty
    of survival begin to flash over our screen. One by one each face leaves a heavy impression in even the heart of the
    most stalwart of viewer.]

    "Even During The Most Dire Of Times
     You May Still Have One Last Opportunity For Survival"

    [The music quickly approaches a crescendo. More visions of those entrenched is desperate situations flash over the
    screen, seaminglessly integrating with the solemn mood of the music.]

    "Look Over To Your Loved Ones
     Let Them Know Help Still Remains"

    [The lights in the arena suddenly go dark, flashbulbs start to flash around the Arena. Silence drops, further building
    up the anticipation of “The Dream” entering the arena. The voice of Galadriel breaks the silence.]

    "The Code Has Yet To Be Broken
     The Code Will Save Us All"

    ["Requiem" hits its crescendo as the lead singer of the group RealSide, Dirty M's voice blasts over the arena just as
    the lights raise.]

    "The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy Bout To
     Make Them Remember Their Honor
     Never Afraid To Stand Up For What?s Right
     They Aint Bout To Back Down From a Fight"


      [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

  

      [Marcus Davis comes out from the back with a microphone in hand, he skips the rest of the theatrics and makes a
      direct line for the ring. He takes the time to slap a few fans hands, the camera pans around the arena at a few
      signs.]

 

        *SERBIA DREAMS THE DREAM*

 

                   *DREAM ON LOSER*

 

                                   *I BELIEVE!*

 

      "Every Night On Conquest Their Lookin For Ya
       No Reason To Hide, Cause
       They Gonna Find Ya
       You Gotta Problem
       Take It Up Wit Them In Their Ring"
 
      [Guitar rifts and the thunderous styling of Jeremy C on the drums blasts through the arena, Marcus makes his way
      up the steel steps, the crowd still buzzing about what he just brought upon Brady Lowell. As Marcus enters the
      ring he immediately climbs up the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner, starring out towards the crowd. He
      jumps down after soaking in the cheers, making his way to the center of the ring where he slowly raises the
      microphone.]

Davis: Brady, I told you that I was going to strike. I gave you ample warning, and tonight I decided to cash in on my promise of redemption…You know, nothing personal right?

 

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Davis: Moving on to other; just as boring, yet more meaningful matters. In just a few hours I’m going to wrestle Dave Pietka...It’s no secret that the two of us don’t quite see eye to eye. Quite frankly, the man is the biggest self promoter I have ever seen. So…
 

[Marcus turns towards the entryway, a smirk on his face.]
 

Davis: Instead of me standing here and promoting for you Dave, why don’t you come join me yourself?

 

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 
Jack:  Well Marcus Davis calling Dave Pietka out, is he going to come??

Vik:  You never know with a maniac like the Evil Voodoo Icon, it remains to be seen if-

[Without much more preamble, Saliva's "Ladies & Gentlemen" blares over the P.A. and after a few more moments... "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka pops through the entrance...


  *"YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"*


...and he don't look all that happy to be here.]


Jack: Here he comes!!  There's Dave Pietka, who happens to be Marcus Davis' opponent tonight AND one of the four men fighting for the vacant SPW Championship!


Vik: And he doesn't look pleased at all for being called out, Jack.


Jack: True, Vik. You don't have to be a ring historian to know how he feels about Marcus, and he does not look very happy about being called out to the ring by his opponent.


[Pietka glares at Marcus across the expanse of the aisle, his arms folded across his chest, and he doesn't seem to want to move. He walks over to one end of the stage and holds his arm out, and a microphone is placed in his hand... and then he begins to pace, his eyes never coming off of Marcus, as he raises the mic to his lips.]

Pietka: Before the wheels in your head start turning too hard, Marcus, let me make a couple things clear, yeah? First off... I was right in the middle of a very relaxing moment involving a certain someone of the female persuasion after a long-ass International flight, and I'm none too thrilled about being poked at by someone in production sayin', "Marcus Davis is gonna call you out in five."

Seriously, man... even I wouldn't interrupt YOU, if I knew you were THAT kind of busy.

[The crowd gives off a lewd pop, letting their own imaginations run wild with that comment, but Pietka keeps pacing and keeps speaking.]

Pietka: Second, for the sake of expediency and the fact that we both have microphones, I'm keeping myself right here. I don't want to step into that ring with you until I know a bell's gonna ring, and I know that you're not even gullible enough to think that it's out of fear of whatever you might try to do to me... you know me slightly better than that.

If nothing else, I wanna preserve your ass for the Main Event these fine Serbian folks have been promised. Last thing I wanna do is give these folks a reason to go home early... because I wouldn't mind getting my time in the ring with you over with.

...and after getting pulled out of my dressing room for THIS, I wouldn't be beneath pulling a Quinn Scott on your sorry hide.


Jack:  Pietka threatening Marcus Davis!

Vik:  I thought Davis was all about the honor- well it's always been clear Pietka ain't!!

Pietka: So... now that we got that out of the way...

[Pietka stands in the middle of the stage, makes a small flourish with his hand, and stands perfectly still.]

Pietka: You wanted to talk to me, though I can't imagine why this couldn't have happened backstage... here I am. You have a tongue, use it. Talk...

...because when it comes to me, Marcus, that's all you seem to be good at.

[By this point Marcus has his eyes closed, pretending to have nodded off to sleep in the middle of the ring.]


Davis: *YAWWWNNNNNNN*


[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[He shakes to life, batting his eyes as if he has suddenly turned light sensitive. He immediately looks out toward Pietka after shaking his head a few times.]

Davis: I'm sorry...I fell asleep with everyone else here. I didn't bring you out here to listen to you brag about some girl you handed a twenty dollar bill and I definitely couldn't care less how pleased or not you are either...

The world doesn't revolve around you Dave, which I'm sure is a revelation you have yet to realize.

[Marcus begins pacing back and forth, not taking his eyes off Pietka. He shrugs his shoulders a few times before raising the microphone back towards his lips.]

Davis: You are quite amusing Dave, everything that comes out your mouth is either an insult or some construed compliment towards yourself. I don't blame you for the overcompensation, what are you a good one-seventy-five soaking wet?

[Marcus stops pacing throwing his left hand out in front of him as to calm himself down.]

Davis: ...No...No...I'm not out here to insult you. I called you out here to do exactly what I'm doing right now, to look you in the eyes Dave. To look into the soul of a man who seems to feel he has no equal, a man that feels he is the rightful SPW World Champion, a man that has rarely stood in front of someone who had no reservations about what they could endure by going toe to toe with you.

Jack: Nobody usually is crazy enough to stand toe to toe with Dave Pietka alone!

Vik: Which makes me wonder why Marcus Davis is alone right now.

Davis: Dave, you have questioned me on my morals, on my intelligence, and my own mental stability. None of that really bothers me, it's to be expected from someone such as yourself. That's why I have no problem taking you on by myself Dave..my goal isn't to destroy you, I don't want to rid wrestling of Dave Pietka, all of those angles are dull and played out...

[Marcus pauses a moment before nodding his head in confirmation.]

Davis: I just want to show you that I'm simply better than you are.


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Pietka, however, appears to not have moved at all through that entire tirade.]

Jack: Pietka looking rather unimpressed with Davis' words.

Vik: Dave Pietka moved or affected by words? What planet are YOU from, Jack?

[Pietka scratches his nose a little and paces a few steps, his gaze finally breaking from Davis, as he brings the microphone back up to his lips.]

Pietka: And you have the sack to call ME long-winded?

[Shaking his head, Pietka walks down to the edge of the stage and sits down.]

Pietka: Well, Marcus, you want to show me that you're "better," huh? You're gonna have to elaborate on that a little, but hey... since I'M the long-winded one, let's let me do it, yeah? Good. Ok. Let's go then.

[Rolling his neck a little, he looks back to Davis.]

Pietka: Better in the ring? Hell, be my guest. I have never come out here and crowed about myself being the best damn fighter in the business. I'm harped on about men I've beaten, sure. I'm gone on and on about the groups of men who've tried to take me down and failed, of course. But never have I ever come out and said, "I'm the best damn wrestler in Shootfire."

That smacks of a level of hubris that even I don't cross. There is ALWAYS a better wrestler out there, Marcus. If you happen to be it, then may the Gods adore you and send you down a medal.

However, for the record, this "Soaking-Wet One-Seventy-Fiver" has a stellar record against guys twice his fuckin' size... and beating them at their own level.

So fuck your little "overcompensation" comment, you swollen-headed simp.


  *EVIL VOODOO ARMY POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*


[Pietka only grins at the reaction from the crowd, and slowly gets up to his feet.]

Pietka: I don't say I'm the greatest wrestler, Marcus, but I have no problem saying I'm the best damn Entertainer in Shootfire because it's damn true! When it comes to entertaining the masses gathered here today, Marcus, you are GOD DAMN RIGHT I HAVE NO EQUAL! THAT is what I do. THAT is what our business is about. We are entertainers. *putting emphasis on each syllable* EN-TER-TAIN-ERS!

Our business is not about honor or integrity. It's not about the roles we play. It's all about making THESE... PEOPLE... HAPPY! The People are our business. We are here for their pleasure. We fight for their pleasure. We EXIST for their pleasure.

And then honor-bound bozos like you come about, and you try to shift the focus from fans... Sheeple and Ever-Faithful alike... to yourself.

[Pietka's grin disappears, and his eyes take on a glint of anger.]

Pietka: Which is why I can't stand assholes like you and your bullshit honor. You use it as a crutch, to justify your own ends, and try to make yourselves look better... but you only come off a bullies, nothing more.

Don't believe me? Think you "honor" assholes are infallible?

[Pietka reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pen, holding it up and out, making sure that Davis sees it.]

Pietka: Just looks like a pen, yeah? Simple pen, from the looks of it. Used to sign a contract, many years ago. A contract between me and another "honor-bound" meat-head who thought they were in the right. A contract that the meat-head couldn't stand to sign in ink, so he signed it in my blood... after he stabbed me in the damn fuckin' HEAD with it, feeling justified about the whole thing.

Larry Gionet did that... in the name of honor and respectability in wrestling, Marcus.

I may act like a first-rate attention whore, but I don't do it for myself. Sure, it sells T-shirts and DVDs, but it also sells tickets. I've never come across someone who believed in "Honor in Wrestling" who wasn't in it for themselves.

I'm here for the fans, and guys like you are here for yourselves.

And I've yet to see you do one damn thing to prove me wrong.

[Pietka shrugs and nods his head, almost to say, "Yeah, you know I'm right." He puts the pen back into his pocket.]

Pietka: Ok, that's enough of that one... so, um... wakey-wakey, eggs-and-bakey! C'mon, Marcus, open your little eyes to the world. Time to wake up, we're at Grandma's! C'mon, let's hear that witty retort. Let's hear all the tired jokes about me going on and on, about how I can't do anything but self-promote. We've never heard that shit before.

Ooh! Ooh! Or that I don't take you seriously, that I'm underestimating you! Yeah, like that time I TOTALLY underestimated you during that one tournament.

Or how I'm some sadistic bastard who gets off on blood and garbage wrestling, because that one hasn't been beaten like a dead horse yet!

Keep talking, Marcus. Fuck doing something that matters in this business and make an impact... TALK!

[Hand-gestures that can only be read as "Bring It On, Bitch," come out and just don't stop... until Pietka makes a big show out of rolling his eyes and brings his hands up, almost in defeat. The microphone almost slips from his hand, he makes such a big show.]

Jack: It looks like Pietka is about to snap.

Vik: Is Davis clapping?

[Indeed. Marcus has the microphone clasp underneath his right arm pit, his hands smack against each other. The crowd is somewhat taken by surprise by this gesture.]

Jack: He is, I'm not exactly sure why though...

[Marcus grabs the microphone again, he stretches his arms out in front of him before turning his back towards Pietka's direction and taking a few steps towards the other side of the ring.]

Davis: You have no idea how happy I am that you went in that direction Dave. I didn't think you would _YET_ again repeat yourself, especially in an environment where I had the opportunity for a quick and underlying retort. You see Dave...

[Marcus turns back around towards Pietka's direction. Making eye contact with him yet again, this time a smile has come over his face.]

Davis: I love when people attempt to pigeon hole me, make feeble attempts to make me fit into some meaningless stereotype. It's funny, you feel that I speak about "honor" and integrity because I'm looking out for myself. While you decide to come out here, entertain and make people happy.

[Marcus moves his head from side to side as if he is contemplating the issue.]

Davis: With all do respect....

That's the biggest load of crap...

[Marcus pauses for a moment.]

Davis: The BIGG-EST...load of crap I have ever heard. Do you think these people want to see, yours truly get defeated by a man who real remain names with their feet plopped on the ropes, because _Said_ individual knew on that night they were about to get their EGO KICKED DOWN THEIR THROAT?!

[Marcus' voice did raise on the ending phrase, he collects himself before continuing.]

Davis: To me honor in this industry is about the best person or team stepping into this ring and coming out the victor, without some punk taking a short cut, having their buddies run out from the back, or deciding to walk away. I'm sure in that heavily mental mind of yours, that still sounds like I have my interest in mind. Which again is incorrect, would you like to know why I carry this feeling of honor with me Dave?

[Marcus pauses for only a half a second, not really wanting a response.]

Davis: ....The Fans....


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: This has picked up just a bit...

Davis: These people deserve to see the best wrestlers come out on top, they deserve to see people come into this ring and give every last ounce of their being into being their best, they pay their hard earned money in a terrible economy to see quality wrestling. This is true no matter the promotion, no matter the country, no matter who gets in the ring. For you to come out here and to make assumptions and claims that I'm just like everyone else, is almost comical.

[Davis taps his head as if he just remembered something obvious.]

Davis: To keep this civil...I meant to thank you for getting rid of Viper...

[And then... a startling moment...]

Davis & Pietka: Dude was a real Asshat...

[Pietka's eyes light up and points at Davis.]


Pietka: JINX! AH HAH! JINX!


Davis: ...crap.

[Pietka smirks... a little entertained himself, and then the smile vanishes.]

Pietka: Honestly, dude. If that's all you were calling me out for, you should have just sent a card.

[Turning on his heel, Pietka starts walking out... but stops in his tracks, and looks over his shoulder at Davis.]

Pietka: This isn't Japan, Marcus... and it never will be. Our business is not, nor will it ever be, like theirs. I really do hope you realize that soon, that you get over yourself, and realize that all you just said is nothing more than you justifying the crutch.

[And then... he starts walking away...]

Pietka: ...abayo.


  *THUNK*


[Dropping the microphone as he walks out of view. Marcus shakes his head smiling.]

Davis: Luckily for you...

 "The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy Bout To
Make Them Remember Their Honor
Never Afraid To Stand Up For What?s Right
They Aint Bout To Back Down From a Fight"

[Marcus hands his microphone to an attendant outside as his music continues to play. He gestures for the crowd to get louder and they gladly oblige him. After a few moments he rolls underneath the bottom rope, he circles the ring embracing as many fans as possible. He finally makes his way up the entryway, long after Pietka has disappeared.]

 


Castro Shaw vs Dirt Dog Unique Allah

[Fade into the Belgrade Arena as we see a shot from outside, as the camera pans up the giant sand tile walkway towards the glowing lights of the up the stairs, to the glass walls of the cylinder shaped building. The neon signs glow advertising Ascension in serbian and hungarian.]

Jack:  And we are watching from the outside night under the starry night sky as SPW comes to Belgrade City to play at the former Limes, this is SPW International as we head around the world and the very best Superstars in the game today have traveled to meet our great fans from Serbia and all over the world.

[Fade inside as over 25,000 cheering fans are waving and yelling, as a roar goes up over the sea of fans as the audience realize they're on TV.  Fade to the powdered blue ring as ring announcer Emily Faith enters the ring as Referee Charles Eden lifts the ropes for her.]

Vik:  Well Ascension kicking off to full swing and we have the first ever meeting here for you crazy fans.  Dirt Dog Unique Allah to do battle with "The Love Blender" Castro Shaw and both these men could be the Wrestlebowl Champion... hey Castro's also got a chance to face off for a title held by Eddie Christian, the Fusion Champion with the blessing of Barry Baldwin!

Jack:  Great to see The General back on his feet after knee surgery, and Eddie yes has chosen Castro Shaw to compete for a chance to come after his title.  But now chosen for the team of Angel Martinez to take on ONO HEZONFAIA's teammate in Dirt Dog Unique Allah, they not only have these great Serbian fans to impress- they have their entire teams watching on, talk about the pressure, it must be intense.

[Lights in the arena shut off as an echoing guitar begins to ring out over the PA system.  Then we get the greatest quote in a movie, ever... (Roadhouse)]

VOICE: I used to f*ck guys like you in prison!

[Then the stage lights up with fireworks as "Motherf*cker of the Year" by Motley Crue rattles out a full blast over the PA system.  More fireworks go off as the SPW-a-tron, fires off pictures of Charles Manson, Oprah, Will Smith, King George III, Pee-Wee Herman, Billy Mays, a kid holding two guns drawn in a cowboy hat and whole heap more in rapid succession.]

"I'm just the bone in your side

The disrespect in your eye

I can't control myself"

[Slowly the pictures pull back until there are a bunch of them flashing together and spell out two words, those two words are none other than "CASTRO SHAW", just then from the back walks out the man main himself in a very slick and smooth manner.]

"I'm like the stain in your drain

I'm taking over your brain

'Cuz I can't help myself"

[Castro is wearing a US flag jacket with red and blue fringe hanging off of the sleevels, this of course matches his red, white and blue wrestling pants. He rubs his hands through his black curly hair and begins to make his way towards the ring... ignoring everyone on the way.]

"Every time I turn my head

Why hear everything I said

Why I know they wish I'd go away."

[Shaw leaps up into the ring and quickly stands up on the turnbuckle where he olds his arms high into the air, just then he slowly extends his middle fingers so that each and every one of the fans knows what Shaw thinks of them and for the cameras to cut away.]

"Here I am again

Hey now... hey now...

I'm the motherfucker of the year."

[The music fades as Shaw gives a smirk towards the crowd.]

Emily:  FROM MIAMI FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS, THIS IS THE LOVE MACHINE... CASTRO SHAW!!

 

[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



"Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake"

[As "Snakes" by Old Dirty Bastard begins to blare the curtains start to rustle.  There's some clattering, cursing and clanging before Dirt Dog comes rolling through the curtains, tossed out by the road agents.  He spills down the ramp before coming to a seated position.  He looks around, blinking owlishly and swigging from a bottle in a brown paper bag.  The Dirt Dog stares at the laughing fans in miscomprehension before he scratches his hair and lets out a loud belch.]

"Niggaz is like serpents out there
(snake style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see em they slither
Whoever... yo
Fearsome shit... check it out
Yo, yo"

Referee Charles Eden: Get in the ring.  Get in the ring!!

[Dirt Dog continues to appear confused, but he simply shrugs his shoulders and scrambles up onto the ring, humping the apron and rolling and scratching himself as images of DDUA dry humping Tiffany Lane play on the SPWTron.] 

Emily:  FROM BROOKLYN NEW YORK, WEIGHING IN AT 248 POUNDS AND STANDING 6 FOOT 3 THIS IS THE DIRT DOG UNIQUE ALLAH!!!!

   
     [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Castro smirks as the Referee simply shakes his head and signals for the bell.  He knows he's in for a long night. The Dirt Dog drops to all fours and begins barking!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Oh my lord I never know what to make of this wrestler, but DDUA he definitely loves to have a good time!

Vik: Yeah no kidding he's the life of the party and having a blast!

Jack:  Castro nonplussed by this, he just wants a fight!

Vik:  Yeah he ain't plussed at all!  Ref says fight let's do it!

[Castro swings out a leg and jumps to grab in the lockup but Dirt Dog hits a charging Dogbutt to the chest!  The fans pop as Unique Allah fires a forearm to the jaw, and ducks in low to pick Castro up by the midsection, roaring as he twists to throw Shaw with the sack of shit slam!!!  Castro hits the mat on his shoulder and pops up in pain as DDUA runs to the ropes and howls over the side!!!]


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Castro hurting and up!  Dirt Dog jumps over the side and rushes at Castro who fires the kick at the stomach!  UNIQUE ALLAH catching it!!

Vik:  And Castro caught and FIRES THE ENZUGIRI!!


Jack:  ALLAH DUCKED!  HIT THE MAT DOES CASTRO AND UNIQUE ALLAH WITH THE WAISTBAND PICKUP AND JAMS HIM DOWN ON HIS FACE!!


[Allah roars and taking up the legs, steps through them to wrap them around his and reaches in to pull up on the arms!  The fans are cheering as Castro curses and twisting onto a shoulder, rolls his arm free and takes Dirt Dog over in a leg lever takedown!  Shaw gets up and runs the ropes!]

Jack:  Allah taken down to his knee CASTRO OFF THE SIDE DROPKICK TO THE SKULL!!


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Dirt Dog stopped momentarily, Castro with the arm twisting it over, and FIRES The Savate Kick to the face!!  Got him there!

Jack:  NAILED him to the teeth!  Shaw with the cheap shot to double him over, pickup to suplex and DROPS DDUA ON HIS FOREHEAD!!  GOURDBUSTER!

[Castro curses and tosses the man over, and as quick as he rises he lands hitting the diving forearm to the back of the head!  The fans boo out as Shaw sneers at them, and locking the head of Dirt Dog Unique Allah, grits his teeth and rubs the man's face into the mat!]


[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  So much to risk by looking bad, as Castro and DDUA both know they will both be competing in some form or fashion at Wrestlebowl.  And their captains and teammates have got to be watching this very closely as well.

Jack:  Dirt Dog's team of ONO, Anarchy and Ranma Kurotsuki, Castro's team of Vyacheslav Sokolov, "Wave of the Future" Josh Manning and Team Captain Angel "Syko" Martinez! 

Vik:  But right now it's every man for himself!  Castro laying the pain on DDUA!!


[Castro pulls up DDUA, who is swinging blindly, and Shaw nails a knee to the chest!  Locking the head he lifts Dirt Dog into the air and jumps to drop down the DDT!!]


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  IMPLANT DDT!  AND DIRT DOG DOWN CASTRO FOR THE COVER!




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Jack:  DIRT DOG KICKED OUT!!  And it's gonna take a lot more than that to put away Dirt Dog Unique Allah!  Castro cussing up a storm and now backing up, Dirt Dog to get back up to his feet and HERE COMES CASTRO WITH THE LEAP AND


Vik:  YAKUZA KICK MISSED!!


Jack:  DIRT DOG Has him from behind!  Pickup, Takedown and Mounting Castro??!


Vik:  DIRT DOG HUMPING AWAY!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Castro is all shouting and cursing in espanol as DDUA picks him high to slam the German Suplex!!  The fans roar out as Dirt Dog rolls Castro over, and Shaw grabs the Referee!  The fans are roaring as Charles Eden pulls away, and Shaw swings the kick back to nail the shot to the groin!]


 "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Jack:  DDUA hit the balls!  Oh my God he can't even stand!

Vik:  It was really just a matter of who did it first!  And now Castro FURIOUS at being humped in the center of the ring, he goes up top and scaling to the buckles, steps up and JUMPING CLEAR OFF TO LAND THE FROGSPLASH!!


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  OH put at stamp on it!  Castro right to the double underhook pulls the man up by his arms and JUMPS TO DIVE THE FACEBUSTER RIGHT IN!!   THE HIT PUREE!!!


[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  NAILED IT!!  OH MY GOD THE HIT PUREE!!



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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


 *DINGDINGDING!*


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER!  THE LOVE BLENDER CASTRO SHAAAWWW!!!


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  And just like that, Castro dumped him on his face baby, one shot to the nards, one Frogsplash straight off the top and that's it for The Dirt Dog thanks for coming, it's over!

Jack:  He defeats him one on one and the pinfall is made!  Castro Shaw your winner and not sticking around, he wants no part of Dirt Dog Unique Allah.  Another win for the Love Blender who continues to move up the ranks of Shootfire Pro Wrestling- and one step closer to his dreams of realizing the Fusion Title Championship in the Boneyard Brawl!

Vik:  Castro Shaw telling everyone exactly what to expect when he's going for the gold at the pay per view, could it be more of the same??

Jack:  We could be looking at the next Fusion Champ AND Wrestlebowl winner- and Ascension continues ladies and gentlemen please stay tune Live from Belgrade, Serbia.

 


[The scene opens upon Mandy Appleton sporting one of her favorite low cut, high rise little black dresses, her long black hair gleaming in the lights of the backlot hallway and her ruby lips parted in a bright, vibrant smile that gained almost as much attention as her intensely blue eyes and curvaceous figure.  Standing alongside her before the black and white SPW Conquest banner is none other than The Street Samurai, Spade and Leon Corella, both sporting ring gear and entrance attires as their match wasn't too far off the clock...]

MA:  Good evening, Shootfire Fans.  Mandy Appleton here, and I have with me this evening two of SPW's newest recruits, Former DCWL Grand Champion - Leon Corella, and The Street Samurai, Spade, who are responsible for the tag team named "Ass Kick Nation".

[Leon sports a rather intense scowl as he looks to the camera while Spade's expression was much more relaxed behind those cheap sunglasses.]

MA:  We all had seen the promo for your first appearance here in the company, what thoughts do you have about your opponents coming into tonight's event, gentlemen?

[She tilts the microphone towards them, Spade being the first one to speak up.]

SSS:  Well, we've reviewed a couple tapes... Well Leon reviewed a couple tapes, I just watched with a bowl of popcorn and a cola while Leon ripped out a notepad and started scribblin' away...

[Spade and Mandy share a quick chuckle.]

SSS:  ...and they are a pretty solid team I have to say.  Noah Lawrence and Josh Manning are a very capable, if unorthodox, coupling and I'm sure that the four of us will put on one hell of a match.  If the fans are happy, I am happy, and that's all that matters in the sport of wrestling.  That and those oversized, shiny belt buckles everybody obsesses about.

[Of course, Mandy chuckled brightly once more.  Spade leans in a bit with a big grin on his face.]

SSS:  ...It's all about the accessories ain't it?

[Leon, of course, sported an arched brow at his tag partner and then piped in with his own comments.]

LC:  Championship titles mean everything in our sport, and The Wave of the Future is just a stepping stone to that end goal, Ms. Appleton.  However, I have a secondary agenda with this match...

[...Leon holds his hand out for the microphone, which Mandy hands over.  Leon steps in before the three of them, his impressive physique on display as his muscles tense.  He lifts that taped hand up, bringing the microphone to his lips.]

LC:  ...There has already been a mistake made by one of our "critics" in the back.  It has been said that we, Ass Kick Nation, are destined to fail out of the starting gate, and that we have been sentenced to a life of being Jobbers, starting with Wave of the Future.  Well let me tell this "critic" a little something about this team....

[Leon points his finger at the camera, his brow furrowed and his jaw set, anger blazing intensely within those eyes.]

LC:  ...We are not here to make the rest of you sons of bitches "look better".  It is not our Job to "Job".  This is Shootfire Pro Wrestling, and last I checked, wrestling is a sport, a sport I intend to win at any and all costs at.  If you "job" to somebody, it's not because some asshole higher up said "You lose."  It's because you're a sorry excuse for a human being and shouldn't be in the fucking ring to begin with!

[Behind and off to the left of Corella and Spade leans with his back against a nearby crate.  Producing a yo-yo, he flicks his hand out, and begins playing with it, letting the toy slide up and down the string with practiced ease.  Leon's hand lowers back down and he steps in a little closer to the camera.]

LC:  So tonight, I'm a little more motivated.  I'm a little more eager and willing to inflict damage on The Wave of the Future.  Noah Lawrence....  Josh Manning....  Take notes.  Tonight, Me and the Samurai take your asses to school, because while Spade may give you all the cursory nods and courtesies, I won't.  To me, you two are a couple of trash talking clowns and I look forward to burying my foot so deep in your asses that you'll be tasting the back of my knee caps!

[Spade lifts his shades up for a second, rolls his eyes at Leon, and shakes his head.  Leon continues.]

LC:  You think you are the future of this sport, the future of the tag division, and the future holders of the Tag Team Championships.  You two couldn't even hold Spade's nut cup, let alone the titles.  Tonight, you will be outted as the frauds you are and we will be one step closer to what you want to be-


The S...


P...


W...


Tag... Team...

Championship... Of... The... WORLD!!

[Leon tosses the microphone over his shoulder and steps off camera.  Mandy catches the microphone and gracefully brings it right to her lips.  With a smirk, Spade approaches Mandy.]

SSS:  I think he needs to really lay off the caffeine, don't you?

[Mandy giggles softly.  Spade then looks to the camera.]

SSS:  See you in the Ring, Wave of the Future....

[Spade then follows after his partner, Mandy watching him leave with an appraising glance.  She then looks back to the camera.]

MA:  Back to you, Jack...

[The camera then cuts to ringside...]  

 

[Backstage, we join the "Evil Dead" Spooky Doom along with manager Steve Greedy doing a little impromptu meeting with executives from the SPW marketing division. The Dead Kid is quick to dominate the situation.]

Doom: The current fans attending the SPW shows are lame. They can barely step outside and talk to women because of how lame they look. Fact of the matter is... they lack confidence. They've got nothing to feel special about, but that's all about to change... because I'm bringing sexy back.

[The SPW executives are quick to smile and nod at everything the Spooky Doom says. With repeated bows and overly sycophantic manners, they nearly grovel towards the SPW superstar.]

Marketing: Let the fans say what they will! Sure, they might never agree with your actions, but they don't know what we know! Sitting in their seats gorging themselves on cheap popcorn, blissfully unaware of what's TRULY important in pro-wrestling; how could they ever guess that you, Spooky Doom...

[Extreme close-up on the guy.]

Marketing: MAKE THE MOST AWESOMEST T-SHIRTS EVER!!!

[And the camera turns back to face Spooky Doom, arms crossed against his chest, looking smug as all Hell. And he's wearing a T-Shirt, a T-Shirt with his new Green Skull mask on it: uncrosses the arms to reveal the swank new shirt available at the Shootfire Shop right now!]




Doom: Darn straight. I can't imagine how much you guys must've been suffering, forced to depend on poor Irish James O'Connor to boost sales for this company. And now look what they've lined up against me: Whisper isn't just the guy's name, it's the description to his crowd reaction! Or are we seriously supposed to depend on the good looks of Quinn Scott, because let me tell you: Emo is Passé! And ONO HEZONFAIA? More like ONO MYNAMIZSILLY; that idjit can just go back to Lolcatland with all the other rejects while the Evil Dead shows you what a real man (that is a Grim Reaper-like being) is all about!

But there's no need to worry: leave it up for the Spooky Doom to cook something extra for my friends in marketing, so put those eyeballs in front of your orbits and check this out!

 

 

 
Doom: That's right. It's the Skull Cap. Hats = Class after all, and class is certainly something that the SPW fans are deeply in need of! No need for thanks, cash will suffice. So when you come over at Wrestlebowl, look your best. Look like the winner that will take over SPW by storm. Look like me. Available at Shootfire Store now.

[Scene fades out to...]


 ERICA TOUGHILL, ORCHID,
IRIS GALIVER & LINDSEY PAGE
vs
POET WRIGHT, TIFFANY LANE,
KAYCEE TANNER & GRACE KERR


["Consumite Furore" is playing as Poet Wright enters the ring, Tiffany Lane walking far around the ropes to give her a wide berth as Kaycee Tanner and Grace Kerr watch with respect.  Across the ring Erica Toughill is talking to Orchid as Iris Galiver and Lindsey Page stand together, ready to take on their opponents as the Serbian fans cheer.]

Jack:  And the teams are already in the ring, take a look at that Vik.

Vik:  Hot Pu...

Jack:  VIK I mean't the bevy of incredible talent inside that ring, the best women's division in the world today and I don't care who hears it, put our girls up against yours and Shootfire wins hands down.  In fact just take a look at the titles inside there, between Lane, Wright, Toughill, Galiver- I don't even know how many belts these ladies have captured in their wrestling travels across the world.  

Vik:  Quite  a lot.  And in fact Iris Galiver looking to start things off, wow I can't believe that she is really turning over a new leaf, a purely good woman and a solid 28 year old wrestler, that smack she took on the head changing her from her 8-year old persona and now actually a pretty heavy fan favorite!

[Iris waves to the crowd as they stand and cheer, the energetic redhead circling as Tiffany Lane gets into the ring, smirking with disgust at the former Mother of the Family.  Lane brushes her blonde hair back, and smiles as she paces far enough away from Iris and Referee Janet Washington calls for the bell!]


*DINGDINGDING!*


Jack:  IRIS CHARGING LANE!!  AND CLOTHESLINES HER OVER!!


[Iris screams as she throws down stomps and Tiffany tries to block from the mat, and quickly rolls outside as the fans rise to boo!  Iris shouts and runs for the ropes but Lane pulls away, and heads around the ring not wanting any part of the frenetic Galiver.  Iris paces inside, fired up as the fans stand to cheer her in Belgrade.  Lane looks disgusted.]

Jack:  Iris Galiver riling up our great fans here in Serbia and they all came to see their favorite Superstars in action!  The Pretty Pretty Princess- can we still call her that?

Vik:  Yes, corporate still wants to sell those T-Shirts.

Jack:  Iris Galiver all attack from the early bell ring, and Lane has had enough heading up and around to roll in and tag out to Grace Kerr!

[Grace jumps in over the side and Iris meets her with a forearm to the face!  The fans roar as Iris batters into Kerr and pushing her back into the ropes, swings to sling Grace across the ring!  Kerr rushes to jump and bouncing off the second strand, nails the back elbow to the face!  Iris goes down and Grace immediately runs to tag out to Kaycee Tanner!!]


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  TANNNER Leaping in and rushing as Grace pulls up Iris for the hangman's neckbreaker, KAYCEE LEAPFROGGING GRACE AND SLAMS THE DEATH DROP ON GALIVER!!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  And the neckbreaker!  Kaycee up and cheering herself out, at the expense of Lindsey Page and Erica Toughill, now down and has the cover-



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Jack:  IRIS KICKED OUT!!


[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Galiver survived, and making her way up for the ropes no KAYCEE cuts her off, side headlock applied in tight!

Jack:  Kaycee with the arm cranked up, and yelling to the fans IRIS MAKES HER EAT A BACK ELBOW!!

[Iris spins as Kaycee backs up, holding her mouth and a wicked look comes over Galiver's eyes as she jumps and grabs the hair, with a shriek to land Kaycee facefirst into the mat!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  IRIS Coming back bigtime!  Kaycee ate the mat and Iris Galiver over, makes the tag out to Lindsey Page!!


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Oh business is about to pick up!  Here comes Lindsey Page, jumping in and Iris ripping up Kaycee, Page back into the ropes and comes back throws the FOREARM as Iris Kicks out the leg!!

[The fans cheer and Page slaps hands with Iris and moves to circle around Tanner.  Lindsey jumps and rushes the side and Tiffany Lane kicks her from behind!!  The fans boo out as Lindsey yells and twists as Kaycee runs past her and dives to tag out to Poet Wright!!]


[HUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  POET WRIGHT Tagging in!!  And this entire audience knows exactly what she is capable of--

[Fade to the entrance as JDM Superstar, Jean Pierre Celine and Blake Covington are standing on the stage.  JDM smiles, staring down at the ramp, dressed in his powder white three piece suit, his associates wearing black suits themselves.  All three stare at the ring, and JDM is wearing a signature "HJV" padded fingerless glove.  He grips his chin and smirks as he stares at the ring, all three watching Poet Wright.]


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  And the power of JDM increases, exponentially should the Structure win the membership of Ms. Poet Wright.  Wright nonplussed, and Lindsey Page momentarily distracted here comes Wright charging LARIAT TO THE NECK!!

[Lindsey hits the mat as Poet stalks her and snaps the kick upside the spine!  Lindsey shouts and Poet locks her head, twisting Page over and executes a lightning fast Snap Suplex!!  Wright rolls over, taking Lindsey up and goes for the side kneelift but Page catches her leg, and throws Wright back before hammering into her with a clothesline of her own!!]


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  PAGE fighting back!  And now shouting at Wright to get up, Lindsey circling around, Poet to her feet PAGE with the elbow to the face, and now scoop to spin and SLAM Poet Wright down!  What's this?  Lindsey Page pointing up top!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  PAGE GOING UP TOP AND BLAKE COVINGTON COMING TOWARDS THE RING!!


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Page distracted again!  POET UP AND CHARGING LINDSEY!!


[Poet leaps to the top rope with one single bound and locking Lindsey Page, throws her over her head with the monster Belly to Belly Superplex!!!!]


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  THE ENTIRE RING SHOOK!!  AND POET WRIGHT UP AND HAS THE ARM!   TWISTING IT OVER ERICA TOUGHILL IN THE RING!!  POET FOR THE GOGOPLATA NO ERICA KICKS HER ACROSS THE FACE!!!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  EVERYONE JUMPING IN!!!  


[Iris runs at Tiffany Lane who drops and rolls right out!  Kaycee Tanner and Grace Kerr leap into the ring to run the double clothesline at Erica Toughill, who ducks underneath and as they turn around Erica smashes both down with two clotheslines of her own!!  Poet gets up, holding her jaw and Orchid pulls back on the top rope, using the springboard to slingshot across the ring and hit the missile dropkick into Poet Wright!!!]


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  NAILED IT!!  POET IS DOWN ROLLING OVER AND LINDSEY HAS HER LEGS!!


Vik:  PAGE RIPPING POET UP!!  AND SITS OUT SLAMMING HER FACEFIRST!!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Page shouting out and Iris Galiver chasing Tiffany Lane around the ring!!  Lane wanting no part of this!  Orchid up and Page with the cover on Poet!!


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Vik:   TANNER AND KERR DIVE TO BREAK UP THE PIN!!!


[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  ORCHID AND ERICA INTO GRACE AND KAYCEE!!  BEATING THEM BACK!!


Vik:  Lindsey Page hauling Poet up, ripping her at the corner!  Poet hit hard oh here comes Lindsey WITH THE KAWADA KICK-


[From the outside, Jean Pierre Celine rips Poet out of the way!  Lindsey misses and gets her leg caught up in the top!  The fans are booing as Page pulls from the corner in pain and Poet slashes her with the knife edge chop to the throat!!]


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  DAMN IT!  POET WITH THE KNIFE EDGE!  AND TAKING LINDSEY DOWN INTO THE GOGOPLATA!!!


[Erica clotheslines Kaycee clear over the top as Orchid kicks into Kaycee in the corner and Iris climbs back up onto the apron but Lindsey has no choice and is forced to tap out!!!]


 ****DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!***


[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNERS!  POET WRIGHT!  TIFFANY LANE!  GRACE KERR AND KAYCEE TANNER!!!!!!!


[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  A TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE as JEAN PIERRE CELINE Helps out POET WRIGHT to win this match!!  Can they do anything more to lure Poet Wright to the dark side!?  

[Iris is glaring out, gripping at her red hair as she kneels over Lindsey Page.  Poet Wright is backing up the aisle, a sick sadistic smile on her mangled face as she motions for the Women's World Title Belt.  Grace Kerr and Kaycee Tanner celebrate behind her as Wright points at the ring, telling them all she's going to be right back on top.  Jean Pierre Celine and Blake Covington stand on the stage, gloating in approval as Poet runs her mouth and tells everyone she will reclaim her belt at Wrestlebowl.]

Vik:  Poet Wright could once again become Champ as she faces new Champion Nina Larue at the pay per view, she is the number one contender and further cementing herself right here tonight on Ascension!  Oh Yeah Baby can no one stop the freight train that is Ms. Wright!?

Jack:  I don't know if Nina can do it.  Wrestling fans, SPW Ascension continues next!!  

[Fade into the back as Steve Greedy is talking with JDM Superstar.  Steve Stone approaches and Steve walks away as JDM steps in front of Stone to halt his progress.  Pulling his white lapels in tight, JDM is all grins as Stone turns his attention to the VP of Shootfire Pro Wrestling.]

Steve:  JDM Superstar, why are you here on Ascension, I thought your primary designation was Conquest-

JDM:  CAN'T a wrestling fan take in a show?  Now I just "Happened" to be in Belgrade-

Steve:  Who just "Happens" to be in the Belgrade Serbia!?

JDM:  Well, maybe I was here to support well, a good friend.

Steve:  You mean Poet Wright.  And as we all just saw, your team just caused Poet Wright to win the Women's Tag Match only moments ago.

JDM:  Helped is a kind word, sped up the inevitable is more like it.  You see Steve Stone,  Poet Wright was always going to win her match.  Just like at Wrestlebowl, Poet Wright will be leaving with the Women's World Title around her waist.  She's a good fighter, a great wrestler, a true, daughter of the Future.  But thaaaaaaaaat's maybe why I come in.

Steve:  Exactly, why would Poet Wright need your services or that of the Power Structure?

JDM:  Because I am the one thing Poet never was or had.  She came up from Trinidad, had to make her way through life the hard way, and developed quite a hard life and fought and scratched for everything she's ever had.  Now you gotta realize Steve Stone, that I respect that, hell, I take my hat off to her.  But herein lies the problem. 

She works too hard.

Steve:  What?

[JDM grins, blue eyes staring into the future.]

JDM:  She works too hard Steve Stone.  See when are the talent going to learn.  To be on top means to be on top.  Be the Queen Bee.  Let the worker ants carry all the weight.  Poet Wright the one thing she doesn't have, has never had, is the good life.  Easy Street.  Having what she wants handed to her, not because she earned it, but because she's entitled.  And you can't tell me that looking at the wealth of her entire career, that by now Poet hasn't earned the right to be spoiled.  And that's what JDM Superstar and the Power Structure can do for her.  Offer her the life she deserves, right in the lap of luxury.

You see Poet could be living the good life, with a powerful ally like me pulling the strings for her and making sure she never has to work a day in her life.  Give her that upper hand, that unfair advantage over every other wrestler that has to earn their living like you hard working idiots out there in TV Land.  Belgrade Serbia, where you stand in line happy to get that one potato, or work for pennies on the dollar to keep the lights on for your family's warmth.  Well not this high roller.  Not this spoiled brat.  Ha ha, you think I earned a damn thing in my life?

Steve:  ...Um, no.

JDM:  Exactly.  And now if Poet Wright wants to keep doing things the hard way, she's welcome to fight and scrape and be happy with the scraps management throws on down.  But if she wants to finally get what she deserves, to stand out and step up to rise above like the Chosen One Blake Covington, like Jean Pierre Celine, like "Heartless" Jakob Volga-


[HUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


JDM:  Ha ha ha, then she knows where to find me. 

Steve:  And as for Lindsey Page, the woman you screwed over tonight inside that very ring??

JDM:  Page is old news.  The Black Mass aren't in control anymore, she's a relic living on fan approval now.  Pathetic.  Lindsey, consider yourself warned.  You want to hang with Iris Galiver?  You and the rest of the Women's Division need to realize that Poet Wright owns you all, and if you've got a problem with that well, you think a Sammy Knight Shoulderblock is the worst of your problems, imagine a Crescent River Cutter at the hands of Blake Covington.  Just another victim Steve Stone, just another peon, just another example of the circle of life and who's got their hand on the steering wheel in their brand new car bought and paid for by big Daddy SPW?? 

The Power Structure.  Consider yourselves enlightened.

[JDM laughs as he heads off, Steve Stone standing and watching him go.] 



Wave of the Future vs AssKick Nation


[The lights dim.  The voice of Leonardo DiCaprio as Howard Hughes is heard over the public address system.  Vintage footage of various inventions from the early 1900's and beyond are shown on the SPWtron.]
 
"It's the way of the future- URK! 
The way of the future- URK! 
The way of the future- URK!"
 
[Finally, whispered.  A still of Josh Manning and Noah Lawrence now appear on the SPWtron.]
 
"The way of the future."
 
[Sudden Southern-fried metal guitar riff and shrieking.]
 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

 
[... "Caution: Dangerous Curves Ahead" by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster fires up.]
 
"The ones that carry never back down!
I wanna be the bullet... that brings you to yo'... KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"
 
[With those lyrics, Emilio Garces walks through the entrance portal, all-smiles, wearing his aviators, a freshly-pressed suit and a Hawaiian shirt.  Accompanying him is Carrie Martini, who looks great, a trillion times better than Garces, with her little black dress and atache case.  Garces gestures towards the portal, where Josh Manning and Noah Lawrence -- together known as the Way of the Future -- saunter through with a confident swagger.  The cousins are in their respective wrestling gear, with the addition of black sleeveless shirts bearing the outline of a clock printed in white.  Underneath, the text reads, "THE TIME IS NOW" in a simple, thin sans-serif font. After a brief pause at the top of the aisle filled with trash-talking, arm-raising, and fist-pumping, Garces, arm-in-arm with Carrie Martini, leads his charges towards the squared circle.  Manning and Lawrence are all-smirks, rudely gesturing at ringside fans as they walk.]


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Garces climbs up to the ring apron and sits down on the second rope, allowing his team to enter with ease.  Once inside the ring, Manning and Lawrence peel off their shirts and toss them aside, making it a point not to throw them into an undeserving audience.  After some more self-aggrandizing hijinks, Garces and the Way begin discussing some last minute strategy as the music fades out.]


Emily:  AND THEIR OPPONENTS, THE TEAM OF LEON CORELLA AND STREET SAMURAI SPADE, THE ASSKICK NATION!!!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[The fans cheer as Corella and Spade enter the ring, talking to each other as they eye their competition.  The veterans look happy and Spade is smiling, as he points to the team and promises a clean match.]

Jack:  Josh Manning in the ring and we thank you the fans the folks at home for joining us on this Friday Night, a release very special of SPW Ascension and Vik, talk about the Wrestlebowl competition Josh Manning picked, chosen for Angel's team and against two men of AssKick Nation who will also be in the tournament, Street Samurai himself Spade and of course Leon Corella who will be captaining the DCWL team.  

Vik:  Those Dangerous guys are sick!  Man I wish I had the balls they do when I had a career.  All I had was nefarious and shenanigans.

Jack:  There's the bell Referee Todd Lucchesi beckoning on and we have Josh running to circle around Corella, Leon lunges for him and Manning over the top to turn back- block the forearm shot- kneestrike through the ropes and Corella drops to catch the head on the top rope!!


[POP!!!]


Vik:  Manning snapped back, just hang on!  Leon up and clothesline NO!  Josh slid through his legs!!  What a catlike maneuver that dude is yeowin!

Jack:  He- yeowin?

Vik:  Yeah dude, like it is to Yowl.  Right?  What cats do!!

Jack:  Josh to his feet, here comes Corella MANNING with the Hiptoss Leon turns it into a turning Monkeyflip!  Josh landed on his feet!  He runs the ropes!

Vik:  Unique sequence of events CORELLA KICKS UP!

Jack:  MANNING Cartwheeled around him!  Josh into the air flying spin KICK finds the mark!  Leon Corella stumbles and Josh with him into the ropes, bearing back oh pushes out and sending Corella for the ride,

[Manning leaps to shoot out both legs as Corella turns sideways and takes the full blast on his shoulder!   The fans roar as Leon goes to the mat and Josh leaps over, jumps to the second rope and springs backwards to sail with the Moonsault Press!!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  MOONSAULT CONNECTS!  AND THE COVER!  



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2-KICKOUT AT TWO!!


[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Leon rolling up, eyes on Manning as Josh runs to tag in to Noah Lawrence!  Corella unimpressed, and now making his way he tags in the Street Samurai Spade!!

[Spade smiles as Noah circles him, arms up and to yell as the fans cheer out in Belgrade, Serbia!  Manning runs and Street Samurai falls back to land into the ropes and come off with the running clothesline!  Noah ducks under to hit the side but as he does Samurai kicks his leg out and Noah twists to spill through the ropes!]


[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  NOAH caught himself and SPADE SNAPS THE KICK INTO HIS HEAD!!


Vik:  OH!  AND STREET SAMURAI BULLETS ACROSS THE RING!!!!



[Noah rights his head and turns to see Street Samurai Spade sail through the ropes to crash into him with a Suicide Dive!!]


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  SPADE AND LAWRENCE TO THE FLOOR!!!!


Vik:  THAT WAS GREAT!  


Jack:  AND SPADE GETTING UP!!


[Street Samurai points to all the fans and then returns to jump to slam the dropkick into the top of Noah Lawrence's head.  Noah goes sideways on the floor as Spade rolls his arm, looking to the timekeeper's table.  He rushes to grab it and pull it back but Josh Manning slides out, beckoning and talking shit!  Spade pulls the table around as the fans roar out and he turns to see Manning run him down with the clothesline!!]


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  THAT DID IT!  LEON CORELLA GETTING DOWN AND COMING AROUND!


Vik:  MANNING JUST TOOK SPADE INTO THE TABLE!!


Jack:  Josh celebrating, yelling to the fans LEON FROM BEHIND SHOULDER TO THE BACK!!


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Keep your eye on Lawrence jumps to the apron to the TOP TO CLEAR OFF CORKSCREW FUCKIN BOMB STRAIGHT THROUGH SPADE AND THE TABLE!!!!



 *****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!!*********



[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



"SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"  "SPW!!!!!"



Jack:  MY GOD MAN!

Vik:  WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!

Jack:  LAWRENCE AND SPADE THROUGH THE TABLE!  AND CORELLA HAS MANNING UP!!


[Leon shouts and hauls Josh upside the ringpost!  Manning slams the side of his face and Corella picks him up, to fall backwards and drive Josh into the ground with the back suplex!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: MANNING SPLATS HARD And Corella already up, he takes Noah Lawrence out of the table wreckage and puts the big headbutt right to him!!


Vik:  NOAH Almost fell!  Leon tossing him right back in, just mauling the kid!

Jack:  Spade laid out, not much help there- but Corella doesn't need help, Corella doesn't care.  Leon into the ring as Noah Lawrence trying to stand, and Corella Running to hit the knee upside the lungs!  Oooh that's gotta hurt, it's just gotta.

[Leon shouts down, and pointing to him turns to the crowd to mock him.  Lawrence rolls over, clutching at his chest and Leon smiles, shaking his head.  He turns to see Josh climbing up and runs to kick the ropes and trip the man right in the side!!]


Jack:  MANNING FLIES OFF HIT THE RAIL!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Oh good- that'll leave a mark!  All over the floor!

Jack:  Josh Manning in a bad way, Leon Corella over and setting up Noah Lawrence for the Powerbomb, pulling to drag him up takes him to the air-


Vik:  NOAH WITH THE REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER INTO A PIN!!!


[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




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Jack:  KICKED OUT!!  Leon sitting up, Noah at the ropes comes back flying right into the rolling neck snap!!


Vik:  Taking him over and still has the head what is this!?  Up and Swinging NECKBREAKER!


Jack:  Lawrence has come to Belgrade to smash the knee inside, looking for the DDT


Vik: CORELLA TAKES HIM UP AND SPINEBUSTER!!  BOTH MEN DOWN!



[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  This is one hell of a little match right here I say I say!


Jack:  Both men hurt and suffering, but their tag team partners at the moment out of hand.  The Referee goes to count for ten and it looks like Leon with a bit more edge, he does have the experience as he will Team Captain the DCWL for Wrestlebowl.  Corella rolling up, and has Lawrence by the arm, turn around to whip for the ropes!

Vik:  Leon ducks down and Noah running back twists to roll OFF HIS BACK!?

Jack:  Corella turning Lawrence with the armdrag right over!  Leon up Noah locks him for the belly to belly suplex-  CORELLA Headbutts his way out of it!!  


Vik:  Punching Noah back, beating through his attack and Manning on the apron, Leon has Noah in the corner Josh Manning with a blind tag!  Leon inside knee and hauling the man up, looking for a front slam Josh Manning to the top rope!!

[The fans in Serbia cheer as Leon turns around and Josh comes flying off the top to soar and Dropkick his partner's back, taking Corella down!!  Noah rolls away as Josh runs the ropes, coming off the side to leap for the dive roll and come to splash down into Corella with the Senton!  The fans pop as Lawrence comes off the next side with a roll and flying senton of his own!!  Both members of Wave of the Future pop up and Noah goes right into the Fargo Strut, Josh hitting the jerking dance as the fans are cheering for their new favorites!!!]


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  What is this, Serbia's Got Talent!?  Get in there and Pin the Man Dammit!!


Jack:  Manning setting Corella up, has the wrist leg over the head and diving ROLL HITS THE X-SACTO KNIFE!!  Lawrence to the outside Josh Manning with the pinfall on the career journeyman veteran and


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3-NOOOOOOOOO  OH SO CLOSE HE KICKED OUT!!


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  He almost had it, he almost had Corella and FINALLY Street Samurai Spade beginning to recover and heading to his corner, can Leon hold out?

Vik:  That's the million rupee question and Leon trying, trying to get to his partner who can frankly barely stand after taking that crash through the table!

Jack:  Manning, Spade, and Corella all competing at Wrestlebowl on opposite teams, but AssKick Nation needs each other if they are to pull off this win here tonight!


Vik:  Josh Manning with Leon up, hooking the head and runs UP THE BUCKLES TO KICK OFF HE HITS THE TORNADO DDT!!



[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  JOSH MANNING DOES HIS CRIP WALK!?


Vik:  Good God that's awesome.  It ain't the Bird Walk but it'll do!

Jack:  And tag in to Noah Lawrence, Lawrence and Manning to set up as Spade desperately wanting in,  Lawrence taking the DCWL Team Captain over and setting up for a Powerbomb!!


Vik:  UP INTO THE AIR AND MANNING OFF THE SIDE CATCHES THE HEAD NECKBREAKER POWERBOMB FROM WAVE OF THE FUTURE!!  AND NOAH WITH THE FRONT FLIP!!  HE HAS THE CLUTCH PIN AND!



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[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  CORELLA KICKS OUT!!  OH MY GOD HE'S AMAZING!!!!!
 

Vik:  HOW IS HE ALIVE!?   MANNING AND LAWRENCE TAKING CORELLA UP AND WHIP TO THE CORNER!!


Jack:  SPADE LAYING ON THE BUCKLES AND LEON BOUNCES OFF HIS BODY!  


Vik:  LEON INTO THE LEAPING DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE TO TAKE BOTH MEN DOWN!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Corella up and stumbling backwards, crashing into his own partner again and this time a tag!  Keep your eye on Street Samurai Spade, to the top rope like a cat!


Vik:  Wave of the Future getting up and they did not see it!  Josh Manning with the flying KICK into Corella, Leon off the ropes and Lawrence hooks his head kicks up off the ropes to FLIP OVER TOP HE LANDS THE NOAH'S ARK!!  LEON CORELLA IS OUT!!!


Jack:  AND LAWRENCE MAKING THE COVER ON LEON!!  SPADE!


[Lawrence pulls on the leg as Garces is yelling and Manning turns around as Spade sails off the top, right over Lawrence and his own partner, to hit a Missile Spear right into Josh that almost cuts him in half!!  The fans scream as the Referee drops to count and Lawrence holds Corella as Spade holds Manning!!!]



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***DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!***


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNERS.... ASSKICK NATION!!!!!!


[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  SPADE WAS THE LEGAL MAN!  AND LAWRENCE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!


Jack:  STREET SAMURAI SPADE BUSTED INTO MANNING AND WAVE OF THE FUTURE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!


[Emilio Garces climbs the steps, shocked and surprised as Spade jumps up in celebration!!  The fans are cheering as the Referee yells, pointing at both and arguing with the manager as Leon rolls from the ring and promptly falls off the apron.  Street Samurai Spade is cheering with the crowd as Wave of the Future finally understand what happened and look very disappointed!  Spade comes in and holds out a hand as Wave of the Future stare him down!!]


Vik:  Oh come on dudes, that was an awesome match, coulda went either way!!

Jack:  And you know these our great international fans want to see it, Spade giving credit where credit is due and Noah and Josh mad, but nodding and there's the handshake!  Spade handing off high fives and match well done fellas!  What a show!!


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Yeah we definitely have to see a rematch!  What a fight, what a match!  

Jack:  This time AssKick Nation are your winners, ladies and gentlemen we will be right back!  SPW Ascension continues!!

 [Page Yoga.  Never mind that, Lindsey Page is anything but quiet, meditative, and soulfull.  She's in her locker room and from the looks of it, her gym clothes are thrown everywhere, shirt hanging off the open locker door as her red hair is hanging in front of her face.  Staring out, Page glares through gritted teeth at the camera, and death shoots from her olive eyes.]

Lindsey:  Jeffrey Dylan Marsh!  I don't believe you for one fucking, second.  You did this because you have a problem with Iris Galiver?  Because you want to show your dominance?  Are you that determined to piss off everyone here in SPW?  You wanna mock the Black Mass DO I LOOK LIKE FUCKING JAKOB VOLGA?!

He's a fucking tool who always sells out to the highest bidder and licks the ass of everyone from AJ Black to Kendra to Sammy Knight and now of course, you.  But me?  You think I'm gonna drop to my knees and toss your salad just because you want to threaten me with a roided up hoss?  I don't care if every single person in this federation sells out to your bullshit you'll never get me! 

You think I'm gonna lie down?  Roll over?  I don't - I don't know WHAT I'm gonna fucking do. 

But rest assured when I do it, you'll fucking know.  You'll know. 

[Page stops pacing, and wipes back her hair.  Staring through, she glares.]

Page:  You'll all know...  I promise.

[FtB]



James O'Connor vs Rich Patterson


[The sound of a heartbeat fills the arena, and with each beat the lights get dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer, until reaching darkness – at which point, a woman’s scream pierces through the PA system, and all that can be seen throughout the arena is the message across the Shootfire Screens…]

I
 
AM
 
A
 
REFLECTION
 
OF
 
YOU

[…as “Lava” by Ministry begins to pound through the speakers around the darkened arena, the message remaining onscreen – albeit looking as if the screen is malfunctioning]

[As the bass kicks in and reverberates around the arena, red lights begin to pulse in synch with the theme, and Rich Patterson emerges at the top of the ramp wearing a black duster coat, and immediately begins a slow, purposeful walk down the rampway towards the ring]

“Hot lava
Big Monkey flow
Chokin' on a colour
Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah…)”

[Patterson walks down the ramp, working a kink out of his shoulder, eyes locked on the ring in front of him]

”Hot lava
On the always
Make ready to burn
What the hell is in your
Lost and your found
Got lotta those time
Some owner lost
He wants nothin' but the kick underground”

[Patterson reaches the bottom of the ramp and tosses the coat to the floor, revealing a skull and crossed guns t-shirt, and slides under the ropes into the ring]

"(Be Healed, Be healed!)"

[Patterson stands up and throws a couple of practice punches at the nearest turnbuckle, followed by a hard kick for good measure]

“Hot lava, lava…”

[Patterson mounts the middle rope, and looms over the crowd, his fists clenched in anticipation for the violence about to unfold]

"(Be Healed Be healed!)"

[Patterson climbs down and stares across the ring, holding his ground, rubbing one palm against the other, before cracking his knuckles together]


Emily:  FROM LAS CRUCES NEW MEXICO, STANDING 6 FOOT 3 AND WEIGHING IN AT 243 POUNDS,


   HE IS THE BAD SEEED....  RIIIIIICH!!!   PAAAATTERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]




[The opening chords of Pillar's "Throwdown" blast through the arena. Gold lights flash in time with the beat.]


"Light it up!"


[Across the gold screen, three black letters light up to a wave of adulation from the crowd.]


J O C


[The video screen blares up the a video of James O'Connor outwrestling a victim flashes up over the glowing screens. Mini Spotlights flash up the scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway.]


"Training day is over

It's been laid on the line

I've given this all I've got

And I'll have my time to shine"


[Under the letters JOC, the wrestling technician himself steps out of the back. "Cunning" James O'Connor steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a chorus of fans cheer their heads off!!]


"I will settle for no less

Than the best I have to give

Only the strong survive

When they try to take you down"


[James O'Connor surveys the fans from the top of the ramp, raising a fist into the air. He walks purposefully down the aisle, fully intent on the ring. James slows his walk to the ring as the cheers become louder. He wears his black leather jacket and black half tights with a single gold stripe running down each leg, black knee pads and black boots. With a cool look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with nothing but a wide eyed amazement. The music crashes around him as he slaps a few hands and heads for the ringsteps. He climbs the stairs and makes his way along the ring apron's edge, dusting his boots in a show of respect.]


"Toe to toe and pound for pound
It's time to step up it's time to throw down!
There's nothing you say that could ever fade me
Serving up another lesson learned
Light it up and let the fire burn"



[James O'Connor stands in the center of the apron glow, illuminated as he raises a fist and yells out, inciting the crowd! Slamming a hand on the belt he runs his mouth. JOC swings a leg and steps into the ring. The lights begin to rise as JOC raises a fist into the air. A striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house leading his entrance theme like the burning fire in O'Connor's's eyes streaming out across the arena.]



"There's nothing you say that could ever change me

Toe to toe and pound for pound

It's time to step up it's time to throw down!"


Stone: FROM WILMINGTON DELAWARE, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS...


JAAAMES O'COOONORRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Jack:  James O'Connor in the ring and charging Rich Patterson!  BAD SEED with the Drop Toe hold no James just dove right over it!

Vik:  Charging the ring ropes, JOC into the side, hangs on as Rich charges, runs for the cactus clothesline!!  James ducks and up to toss Patterson clear over the side!

[Rich twists to catch the middle rope, landing on the floor as James bullets across the ring for the far side!  Patterson goes to get back in but JOC leaps with legs out as Rich jumps away!  James swings back around legs inside and landing on his feet, leaps with the slingshot as Rich turns back around and JOC takes him out with the flying plancha!!]


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  JAMES O'CONNOR FIRING THINGS UP HERE IN BELGRADE!!  AND OUR FANS GOING WILD!!


Vik:  No kidding!  This boy is AMPED!  UP!


[James pulls Rich up and pushes in to pull back sending Patterson running the side but Rich swings around with both hands to send James charging!  JOC tries to slow down but crashes his ribs into the side, slamming and shouting in pain!  He walks out and Rich floors him with a kick to the face, the big boot crashing his jaw sideways!!]


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  PATTERSON Screamed on that one!  You have to bring everything you've got against a number one Superstar like James O'Connor!!

Vik:  Rich has him up, looking for that snap suplex- oh no not on the floor!  Bad Seed with the head is hooked and JAMES Blocked it! 

Jack:  The Block!  Rich again!  James with the leg in!  AND SNAPS PATTERSON WITH THE SUPLEX INSTEAD!!  RIGHT INTO THE FLOOR!!


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  The fans are cheering and waving, and James pointing to them- what is that a crutch?!


Jack:  JAMES WITH THE WEAPON!  AND RICH GETTING UP JOC BANGS IT OFF HIS BACK!!


Vik:  IT WENT FLYING IN THE AIR!!  PATTERSON HURT!


[James screams and slams the hand with a nearby fan, hurting them in the process but JOC is oblivious, shouting at the camera!  James threatens Steve Greedy- and as Rich gets up, James RAKES his face and smashes Rich upside the camera lens!!]


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL!  AND JAMES PULLING RICH AROUND!  RUNS HIM AT THE RING PATTERSON DROPS AND SENDS JAMES INTO THE RINGPOST!!


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Rich blinded, but still able to send JOC right into the blue steel.  And James is very dazed, Patterson has got to get the chance, got to get the opening and try as he might, he just doesn't know what's gotten into young JOC!  James O'Connor trying to right himself and PATTERSON PICKS HIM UP BACK SUPLEX INTO THE FLOOR!!


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  PAYBACK FOR BEFORE!!  And Rich taking JOC up, and just tossing him back in!  Yelling at the fans to shut their stinking holes!   And now The Bad Seed to return to the ring, to take things back under his control. 

[James crawls up, heading across the ring as Rich steps inside, and JOC gets to the ropes.  Before Patterson can come in, The Referee blocks him, hands up as O'Connor has the side.  Patterson yells at him to stand aside and James comes running to throw the Dropkick and Bad Seed steps aside to bat the legs away!!]


Jack:  NO!  JAMES MISSED!!


Vik:  GETTING UP PATTERSON WITH THE BACK ELBOW TO THE TEETH!!  AND PULLING UP THE LEG- THAT LEG SPOOKY DOOM STABBED, RICH TWISTS AND DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP!!!



[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  NO COME ON!  THE BAD SEED DELIVERING AN ATTACK TO THAT LEG AS HE STOMPS AND KICKS!  JAMES IN UNBEARABLE PAIN!


Vik:  HE HAS TO!  JOC TOO DANGEROUS YOU GOTTA TARGET THAT LEG MAN!


[James flails and grabs his hair, trying to stay in it as Rich hauls it up, ducking underneath and pulls down on the limb with both hands, standing tall to hang James upside down in the stretch muffler!  The fans are booing, jeering out in Belgrade as The Bad Seed smiles, and starts to spin around!  Using a modified giant swing, Patterson lets James fly spinning right into the turnbuckles!!]


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  OHHH!!  JAMES THROWN THROUGH THE AIR!!


Vik:  AND NOW TRYING TO GET UP!!  HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS!


Jack:  James O'Connor, staggering on a bad leg, as his fans fear the worst


Vik:  BAD SEED OFF THE ROPES AND THROWS THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!!!


Jack:  FLIPS JAMES IN MID AIR!!!!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  HOLY SHIT!  AND JAMES IS DOWN!!  AND RICH PATTERSON SCREAMS OUT!  HE WANTS THE NEAR LIFE EXPERIENCE!!  THE BAD SEED IS GOING FOR THE KILL!!!!

[Patterson drags James up and JOC swings the punch but Rich catches him with the knee facebreaker!  The fans pop as James staggers up and Patterson does the scoop for the tombstone and puts the arm through as the fans yell- and James counters with a hurricarana takeover before Rich can lock it in!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  HE GOT OUT OF IT!   PATTERSON COULD NOT SECURE THE HOLD FOR THE N.L.E!!!


Vik:  RICH GETTING UP!  JAMES INTO THE AIR AND SMASHING THE SHINING WIZARD!!!



 ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!*****


Jack:  PATTERSON SITS DOWN! 


Vik:  BUT JAMES HURT HIS KNEE!!!


[Rich hits the mat as JOC rolls around, gripping his hurt leg!  The fans are cheering as Patterson kicks a leg out twitching, nearly unconscious by the surprise hit to his face.  James throws himself over, miserable but the pain keeping him awake, and heading for the ropes claws his way up the side.  Rich begins to follow as James limps around him, and charges to aim the diving elbow right into the back of the neck!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  OH!!  RICH BLASTED DOWN!  AND JAMES ON PATTERSON, LOCKS THE HEAD AND SLAPS THE DDT!!! 


Vik:  RIGHT INTO THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE!!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  AND PATTERSON DESPERATELY FOR THE ROPES!!  REACHING OUT - HE HAS THEM!! 


Vik:  JAMES LET GO!  JAMES LET GO!!


[The fans are cheering in Belgrade, Serbia as they yell and wave, JOC refusing to release!  The Referee screams at him to let The Bad Seed go and James says "Go Fuck Yourself!"  The Ref begins a five count and JOC rocks with all his might, full pressure on the neck and finally breaks at four and a half!!]


[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: JOC GETTING UP AND SHOUTING OUT!!  HE HAS COME TO BELGRADE TO MAKE SOMEBODY PAY AND TAKING IT TO "THE BAD SEED" RICH PATTERSON!!!


Vik:  JAMES WILL FACE STEVE GREEDY AT WRESTLEBOWL HE WILL NEED EVERY BIT OF EVERYTHING HE HAS!!


Jack:  JAMES CIRCLING RICH!  AND TAKING HIS HEAD UP BY THE HAIR- CHARGES THE BUCKLES!!  AND

Vik:  PATTERSON GETS UP THE LEG!


Jack:  JAMES NAILS THE WESTERN LARIAT TO THE FACE!!!



[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  NEARLY KNOCKED HIS NOSE UP INTO HIS BRAINS!  AND THE COVER!  THE COUNT!!!!



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Jack:  PATTERSON WITH A FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!


[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  OH MY GOD HOW DID HE DO THAT!?  WHY DID HE DO THAT!


Jack:  THE BAD SEED WILL NOT STAY DOWN!  AND JAMES SHOCKED!  BUT RIGHT BACK TO RICH WITH FOREARMS TO THE FACE!  AND TAKING HIM UP--


Vik:  RICH STANDS UP FIREMAN'S CARRY INTO A BRAINBUSTER!  JAMES BOUNCES ON HIS HEAD!!!


[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  James just rolling across the ring, holding his head but smart enough to get away from his attacker for the safety of the ropes.  Rich Patterson just delivered the Hunter Killer 2008, deep from within his arsenal of punishing moves, as this match has clearly gotten personal now. 

Vik:  Well he's in there for survival at this point, and The Bad Seed does not like being trapped in a corner.  Rich has a World Tag Team Title shot at the pay per view, and he will do his best to get in there riding some kind of momentum- and if that happens at the expense of James O'Connor Patterson will be a double threat for sure!!

Jack:  Rich taking James over, and looking for a powerbomb?  NO THE LEGS UP!  LOOKING FOR A PILEDRIVER-


Vik:  JAMES SITS UP AND CLAWS AT RICH'S FACE!!!!


[FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  PATTERSON DROPPED HIM!  AND JOC INTO THE AIR AND KNEES FIRST JAWBREAKER!!!!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  JAMES HURT HIS LEG AGAIN!!  BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE RICH ALL THE WAY BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!!


Jack:  James getting up, limping to stand- oh he has no choice he's GOT to do this!!  James for the run and leaping FLYING CORNER KNEESMASH!!!


[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  AND JUMPS TO JAM THE BULLDOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  AND NOW JAMES OVER, BENDING BACK THE HEAD AS HE PULLS RICH TO HIS KNEES!!  CLAMPING IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER-- 


Vik:  RICH TWISTS OUT!!   HOOKS THE WAIST AND NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON JAMES O'CONNOR FROM THE BAD SEED!?!



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3-JAMES KICKS OUT!! BUT THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF HIM!!


[Rich grabs his hair and hauls his head in as fast as he can, and hooks James upside down for the Scoop Cradle for the Tombstone!!  But James pulls the arm and locks the head as he secures in the hanging Triangle Choke!!!!  The audience is roaring as O'Connor takes Rich over and lands him flat on his back, Patterson struggling as JOC has the Triangle Armbar Choke locked in!!!!]


[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


James:  TAP YOU MOTHERFUCKER!  TAP!!!


Vik:  HOLY GOD!  JOC ON FIRE!!! 


Jack:  RICH HAS GOT TO GET TO THE ROPES!!  HE HAS GOT TO THE- OH!  HIS SHOULDERS DOWN!!



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Vik:  NOOO!  RICH GOT THE ARM UP!  BUT STILL IN THAT SUBMISSION HOLD!  OH THE TRIANGLE LOCKED IN!!!


Jack:  NO SHAME IN LOSING VIA TAPOUT!  BUT TO A MAN LIKE THE BAD SEED- HE'D SOONER DIE!!!


Vik:  PATTERSON HANGING ON!  THE PAIN MUST BE SEARING!!!  THE REFEREE ASKING FOR THE SUBMISSION!!


[Rich Patterson kicks and flops to get his arm and legs over, and bigger man finally does as he gets his leg underneath the bottom rope, and Rich is shouting through James's leg as the Referee orders a break!!  James hangs on, shaking back and forth as Rich kicks the rope and James releases to rise up and try and pull Patterson away--  dragging him to the center of the ring and as Rich tries to get up James kicks him in the heart and stepping inside takes Rich right back over with the Triangle Armbar locked in!!!!]


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  JAMES O'CONNOR IS A MANIAC!!


Vik:  AND PATTERSON CANNOT MOVE!  JAMES WITH THE ARMBAR LOCKED!  AND RICH SLOWLY KICKING THE REFEREE WITH THE COVER!!!!



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Jack:  HE GOT HIM!!!



   ******DINGDINGDING!!!!!******


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER!   JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMES O'CONNORRRRR!!!!!!!!



[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  JAMES O'CONNOR HAS WON THIS MATCH AND STANDING UP TO CELEBRATE!!!


Vik:  CHANCE FORTUNA FROM BEHIND PUMP KICK STRAIGHT INTO JOC!!!



[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  WHAT THE HELL!  HE WAS BANNED FROM RINGSIDE!!


Vik:  THE MATCH IS OVER!!  AND FORTUNA WITH THE CHEAPSHOT LUCKY STRIKE INTO JAMES O'CONNOR!!  JAMES IS DOWN AND PATTERSON ROLLING FROM THE RING!!   FORTUNA INTO JAMES LAYING IN THE BOOTS!!


[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  CHANCE PULLING UP JAMES!  SHOUTING AT HIM ABOUT SUBMISSIONS!?!  CHANCE GOING FOR THE LUCK'S RUN OUT ARMBAR BUT JAMES STEPPING IN WITH THE BLOCK!!


Vik:  JAMES KICKS CHANCE IN THE GONADS!!!



[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  DRAGON SLEEPER ON CHANCE FORTUNA AS JAMES HOLDS HIM TIGHT--


Vik:  RICH PATTERSON FROM BEHIND WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!



 *****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!!!*****


Jack:  JAMES IS DOWN!!  JAMES IS DOWN!  OH NO!!  COME ON RICH!  TALK ABOUT A SORE LOSER!!!


Vik:  JAMES O'CONNOR ABOUT TO SERIOUSLY PAY FOR HIS CRIMES!  AND RICH SETTING UP THAT CHAIR WHAT IS THIS!?!


Jack:  PATTERSON HAULING UP JAMES AND LOOKING FOR THE POWERBOMB!   OH NO!  YOU CAN'T!!!



Voiceover:   TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM



Voiceover & Crowd:  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Patterson whips James up and slams him down with the Powerbomb through the chair!  The fans are roaring as JOC rolls around, arching up and kicking as he holds his back, Rich shouting as Owen Cage and Shane Diamond slide into the ring!  They run and throw out the double dropkick to send Patterson sailing to the canvas, Rich rolling out to the floor!  Chance joins him around the side as Bad Luck regroup, as Cage and Diamond shout at them to come back!!]

Jack:  Team EGO inside but moments too late as the damage has been done to James O'Connor.  Rich could not let him just get the pin and shake his hand for a match well fought.  This insane crazy maniac Patterson I'm glad he nearly got himself choked out at the hands of JOC! 
 

[Fade to the back as Lindsey Page is storming down the hallway, stomping as she's determined to find a way to take care of the Power Structure, furious at being disrespected on live TV... and she stops in front of a door before pausing and whirling back so fast that the camera itself jumps back. A long red hair hangs in front of her face and Lindsey smirks as she holds onto the door handle.]

Lindsey:  I said I would do what I had to do and I meant it.  JDM Superstar, Blake Covington, Jean Pierre Celine, you mouth breathers want to threaten me?  Well you're not the only ones with connections.  In fact.  In fact I just so happened to realize an old friend of mine from way back just "happened" to be here on this show.  Consider yourselves enlightened?  No. 

Consider your ass kicked!  Still waters run deep...

And if you want to talk about teams, well looks like I'm about to recruit someone from YOUR TEAM Blake.  The man who holds your Wrestlebowl future in the grasp of his arms.  Just remember one thing boys... when you walk the aisle with the devil herself, make sure you sign a PRENUP.

[Lindsey opens the door and standing inside, in a white silk sports coat and golden rimmed shades, is the master of the Massey Prenup himself, his hair in a dark buzzcut and a knowing smile plastered on his tanned face.  Dan Broussard waits in his private dressing room.]


[HUUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  BROUSSARD!?!  ALREADY BACK IN SPW!!!!  HE WILL TEAM WITH BLAKE COVINGTON, NATHAN GYTH AND CAPTAIN QUINN SCOTT AT WRESTLEBOWL!!!


Vik: OH MAN FUCKIN SICK!!  IT'S ON NOW BOYS AND GIRLS!!!  DAN BROUSSARD BACK IN SPW!!!


[Lindsey Page raises an eyebrow to the camera and enters the room, then shuts the door behind her.]


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Dave Pietka vs Marcus Davis


[The lights go out except for the big screen... where we see a shot of Richard Dawson as Damon Killian from the 1987 film "The Running Man," in front of the stage with microphone in hand.]

Richard Dawson: Shhhhhhhhh...

[Everyone in the arena... and we mean EVERYONE... gets quiet.]


Richard Dawson: It's.... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIME!


[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Instantly, we hear the hard rock guitar opening of Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" and the lights rocket back on, a heavy spotlight on the entrance ramp. The crowd, already hyped up, starts to go insane once they see EVD walk on stage.]

[We are looking at a thin man, at least compared to most of the men on the roster. His t-shirt, which is tucked into the loose-fitting blue jeans he's wearing, has an anime-style drawing of himself on it in a rather elaborate
pose, holding what looks to be a steel chair behind his back. What seems to be a case of life-imitating-art, the man does happen to have a steel chair on his back, resting in some kind of sling or sheath. On his head is a large, black,
cloth top hat with a stuffed skull and crossbones on the front, grinning about as wildly as the lips on his stubbled face.]

Jack:  What a night we have had so far!  Dan Broussard back in SPW and as if that wasn't enough, the fans are loving it they're gonna love this!  Especially after the exchange between Dave Pietka and Marcus Davis earlier tonight, I expect nothing short of an excellent match here tonight!

 Vik: This could be a very painful encounter for the goody-goody Marcus Davis; he needs to back up his words to even be taken seriously at the Wrestlebowl Main Event.

 Jack: I sat down with him not too long ago, for some reason Marcus seems to be prepared for what’s in front of him. I can’t put my finger on it though…

Emily: The following match is our…

 

MAINNNNNNN!

 

EVENNNNNTTT!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Emily: Introducing first, currently on his way to the ring, from Coral Springs, Florida weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-Five Pounds….

 

" H   E   A   V   Y

M   E   N   T   A   L "

D   A   V   E

P   I   E   T   K   A   !!!


"Ladies and Gentlemen, please...
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see.
An explosion of catastrophe.

Like nothing you've ever seen before.
Watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor.
After this, you'll be begging for more."

[Grinning from ear to ear, Mental rears back his head, seemingly basking in
the adulations he's on the receiving end of. He plays to and with the crowd,
slapping a few hands and garner more cheers.]

"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."

[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, looking to both sides. He slowly
raises his hand to the chair slung on his back, and the crowd's reaction gets
higher.]


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"


[He steps to face the left side of the arena, shouting to them the following
lyrics... with a notible exception... and the crowd answers.]


"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT?                "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"


[He turns to the right side of the arena.]


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"


[And the process repeats itself.]


"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT?              "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"


[Pietka then faces forward, and whips the chair out of its sheath and raises it high!]


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"


*BOOOOOOOOM!*


*BOOOOOOOOM!*


*BOOOOOOOOM!*


[Three columns of pyro shoot upward as the chair finishes its trip above Mental's head... guess he DOES need pyro after all... the chair itself is a pretty sight to see. The dull glean of its surgical steel, with the PWN-Stars
logo etched into the back of the chair, and a colored frame right on the seat. Mental's eyes are wide, his mouth open with a gaping, almost frightening, grin.]

 Jack: If there’s one thing Pietka knows how to do, it’s put on a show. He has this crowd in Belgrade pumped up!

 Vik: He doesn’t only know how to put on a show, we’ve seen countless occasions where he’s wrapped a steel chair around someone’s head.

[As the pyro dies out, Mental runs at the ring. He bounds over to the furthest turnbuckle and jumps on, presenting himself to the maddening crowd. They simply go berserk, and cry out louder still as he thrusts his chair into the air once more. Some of the Serbians in the closer rows stand up, fold up the chairs they are sitting on, and thrust them into the air in lieu of signage. "The Evil Voodoo Army, much like their American counter parts."]

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.
You've seen that seeing is believing.
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding.
Please check to see if you're still breathing.

Hold tight, 'cause the show, it's not over.
If you will, please, move in closer.
You're about to be bowled over.
By the wonders you're about to behold here."

[Pietka takes the Evil Voodoo Hat off his head, placing it over his heart, and steps onto the top turnbuckle. He bows to the crowd, and then proceeds to moonsault himself off the turnbuckle as he comes back up, placing the hat back
onto his head as he flips. The innumerable camera flashes can only be described as an exploding supernova.]

"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside...

[And once again, Mental shouts out to the crowd... and they respond in turn.]


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"


"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!


"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"


(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT?               "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

[As the musical interlude begins, Mental wanders into what seems to be his corner. Mental stands alone in the ring with a playful smile on his face as the music fades out, his fans still cheering!!!]


[MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Jack: The crowd is definitely pumped up right now!

 [The soft tender tones of "Requiem For A Dream" begins playing the violins and accompanying harrowing sounds create a somber fixation. The crowd raises to their feet, as the music continues to fill the arena. The Shootfire screen flickers, cutting to the words, Code Of Honor in light blue letters on a white background. The firm voice of Galadriel shoots through the arena.]

"In Your Time Of Greatest Need
When All Hope Is Lost Beyond Recall"

[Smoke begins to billow around the entry way. Shrieks are heard from all corners of the arena, as everyone is heavily anticipating the appearance of the newly formed Code Of Honor. Visions of faces racked with despair, pain, and the uncertainty of survival begin to flash over our screen. One by one each face leaves a heavy impression in even the heart of the most stalwart of viewer.]

"Even During The Most Dire Of Times
You May Still Have One Last Opportunity For Survival"

[The music quickly approaches a crescendo. More visions of those entrenched is desperate situations flash over the screen, seaminglessly integrating with the solemn mood of the music.]

"Look Over To Your Loved Ones
Let Them Know Help Still Remains"

[The lights in the arena suddenly go dark, flashbulbs start to flash around the Arena. Silence drops, further building up the anticipation of Code Of Honor entering the arena. The voice of Galadriel breaks the silence.]

"The Code Has Yet To Be Broken
The Code Will Save Us All"

["Requiem" hits its crescendo as the lead singer of the group RealSide, Dirty M's voice blasts over the arena just as the lights raise.]

"The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy
Bout
To
Make Them Remember Their Honor
Never Afraid To Stand Up For What?s Right
They Aint Bout To Back Down From a Fight"


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Vik: He may be a goody goody, but the kid is rising up the ranks in SPW.

Jack: Here comes Marcus Davis, tonight may be a stepping stone or set back for him going into Wrestlebowl, A LOT is on the line!

[Marcus Davis comes from the back wearing white elbow pads, with a shade of light blue tint in them, Short trunks, with the same white and light blue tint, the Dream Line logo placed on the back of them. His attire is finished off by a hybrid boot and shin guard, with the same white and light blue tint. The right side of each boot has the letters, “FOH” and "COH" in red. He walks to the middle of the entry, before raising his hands in the form of an “H,” this accompanies a large explosion behind him.]


  ****BBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*****


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

"Every Night On Conquest Their Lookin For Ya
No Reason To Hide, Cause
They Gonna Find Ya
You Gotta Problem
Take It Up Wit Them In Their Ring"

[Guitar rifts and the thunderous styling of Jeremy C on the drums blasts through the arena. Davis is full of energy, bouncing from one side of the aisle to the next interacting with the Serbian crowd. The camera pans to the audience to read a few signs.]

 

*DREAM BIG*

 

*COH*

 

*SUDDEN STOP*


Jack: Marcus is pumped up for this match!

Vik: He better calm down, he still actually has to compete.

 

"The Code Can't Be Broken
This Code Can't Be Solved
Stay Away From The Code
Only The Worthy Can Know The Code"

[Davis circles the ring still interacting with the crowd, this whole time he has yet to look towards Pietka. He gives a teenage boy in the front row a big high five, as a few Serbian girls flash his picture franticly, before embracing him with a hug.]

Emily: And his opponent…from Tampa, Florida…He is representing the Code Of Honor…Weighing in tonight at two-hundred-thirty four pounds…

 

“THE

 

            DREAM”

 

MARCUSSSSSS

 

DAVISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!]

[Marcus walks up the steel steps, and jumps through the middle ropes. He points directly at Pietka as his music fades out. Referee Glenn Kyros points at both wrestlers before asking for the bell.]

 

*DINGDING*

 [FANS CHEER!!!!]

 Jack: Here we go! This one should be an epic; Pietka has a five year experience advantage. Davis is probably the faster and stronger athlete, yet the utter will of Dave Pietka is undeniable. He always seems to will himself to a victory.

 Vik: These two have competed against each other before, Pietka came out ahead in that meeting…

 Jack: By questionable means…

 Vik: A win is a win…

 [After circling around each other briefly, the two lock up. Davis uses his height advantage to quickly apply an Arm Wringer, he wastes no time and wrenches the arm downward causing a shooting pain to go through Pietka’s shoulder. Marcus quickly relinquishes the arm and nails Pietka with a Left Roundhouse to his chest knocking Heavy Mental backwards!]

Jack: That was a solid kick from Davis! He’s not rushing in either…He just nods his head to Pietka who is feeling the effects of that kick and telling him to keep coming!

Vik: I wouldn’t tell Pietka to keep coming if I were Davis, he should keep the pressure on and with this match by any means necessary.

Jack: Pietka nods back, Davis has strict Martial Arts background to go along with his Strong Style approach. Pietka is going to brawl with Marcus, and does have a solid technical base to lean on. They lock up again, Davis quickly flows behind Pietka with a tight Hammerlock. That doesn’t last for long, two quick elbows from Pietka break Davis’ grip.

Vik: Pietka isn’t messing around! Two hard Right Hands stagger Marcus backwards..a third backs him into the ropes!

[Pietka sends Davis into the ropes..Pietka swings for a back elbow, Davis is able to dodge underneath. He fires off the near ropes and swings his right arm with force.]

*SMACK*

 

Crowd: OHHHHHHH!

Jack: Davis just nailed Pietka with a wicked Lariat, he told us he learned that in Japan from his good friend Lief Jutisan. That had some power!

Vik: Tell that to Pietka, he’s already back to his feet!

Jack: Davis is shaking his arm from the impact, he has no idea Pietka is up! He turns straight into a Running Elbow Smash! Pietka lets out a scream to show that he’s in Serbia with full force!

[VOODOO ARMY POP!!!!!!!]

Vik: That shot caught Davis by surprise, he’s getting to his feet hold his jaw…

Jack: Pietka gets a head of steam and sends Davis to the outside with Clothesline! Davis lands on his feet, but is feeling the effects of an early Pietka onslaught!

[Davis stumbles a bit as he tries to regain his balance and composure. Pietka rolls his head around to loosen his neck after the vicious Lariat from Davis. Without any further delay, Pietka charges Davis.]

Crowd: OHHHHH!

Vik: Pietka just dove through the middle ropes and crashed into Davis with a Suicide Dive! He’s on his A game!

Jack: Pietka drove Davis into the guardrail. I think that Lariat woke Pietka up…Pietka took some of the punishment on that Suicide Dive, both he and Davis are trying to collect themselves…Referee Kyros to a 3 count.

Vik: Pietka is the first one to stir, unsurprisingly..

Jack: Pietka grabs Davis by the head and sends him face first into the top of the guardrail. He follows it up with a Toe Kick to Davis’ ribs. Marcus needs to find a way to regain the advantage.

Vik: He could just quit now and save himself some punishment.

Jack: Have you heard of pride?

Vik: Yeah, I sold mine on eBay last year!

[Kyros gets his count to five before Pietka clubs a forearm across Davis’ back and sends him back into the ring. Pietka quickly follows and pulls a recovering Davis to his feet.]

Jack: Pietka has Davis set up and drills him with a Neckbreaker. Good execution there! Here’s the cover from Pietka!


   1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Vik: Davis kicks out, he should have be intelligent and stayed down. Only more punishment awaits him.

Jack: Marcus Davis is here to win….Pietka isn’t wasting anytime..going directly for Davis’ legs. He’s looking for a Figure Four, that would definitely cut down on the power from his kicks…Wait! Davis rolls Pietka up in a Small Package!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Vik: Not quite, but that was a sneaky little move there from Davis!

[Davis kip-ups to his feet beating a scrambling Pietka, Davis fires into Pietka with a Double Knife Edge Chop, that rocks Pietka!]

   *THUD*
 

Jack: Davis showing some life! Just rocked Pietka with a Double Knife Edge Chop!

*THUD*

Vik: That one will cause some bruising…

Jack: Pietka fires back with a hard Right Hand..that rocks Davis momentarily! Pietka with another Right Hand! Davis fires back with a stiff Forearm to Pietka’s jaw! Pietka with a Right! Davis with a Forearm!

Vik: They’re lighting each other up! Neither wanting to back down an inch!

Jack: Pietka fires back with two rapid fire rights, Davis answers with two Forearms!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik: The crowd is loving watching these two fire into each other!

[Davis dodges a Pietka punch. He responds with a Right Roundhouse to Pietka’s right thigh, a Left Roundhouse to Pietka’s chest, another Right Roundhouse to Pietka’s thigh, and another Left Roundhouse to his chest!]

Jack: Davis lighting up Pietka with those Rapid Fire Kicks…Davis jumps for the Spin Kick, Pietka cuts rolls underneath the Extended Back Kick…Pietka catches Davis with a quick to his abdomen…Here comes a DDT…

Vik: NO! Davis spins out of it with a hold of Pietka’s arm..There he goes with those kicks again!

Jack: Davis with another Roundhouse to Pietka’s thigh! Another to his chest! He jumps again and Pietka moves out of the way of the back kick one more time!

[Davis momentarily stumbles as he hits the ground, Pietka fires off the ropes just as Davis turns around….]

 

*SMACK*

 

[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: PIETKA BOMBER!!!! Both Davis and Pietka are down for the moment, those kicks thundered off of his body, we’ll have to keep watch on his walking as this match continues!

Vik: Davis took another stiff shot from Pietka! That Pietka Bomber is no joke!

Jack: The crowd is already on the edge of their seat as these two have already displayed some slick offense not even ten minutes into the match…Pietka beats Davis to his feet by a split second. OH! He snapped that DDT out of nowhere! He’s the master of the DDT and he just planted Marcus Davis on the top of his head!

Vik: That was vicious!

Jack: Pietka with the cover! This might be it!

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Vik: Marcus kicks out again…What an exchange we’ve seen from these two. I didn’t expect Davis to hang with Pietka.

Jack: Pietka immediately mounts Davis and starts raining down punches into his forehead. Those rights have to sting! Kyros gets Pietka off after the count of four..Davis is in a bad way again. He needs to find a way to regain some momentum if he has any hopes of winning!

Vik: He looks out of it right now, I’m not sure how much he has left!

[Pietka bends back over Davis, who immediately pulls Pietka into his guard and looks for a Kimura. Mental blocks it, allowing Davis to transfer his legs and weight over for an Omoplata. Pietka again is able to escape and scramble to his feet.]

Jack: The Dream was trying to show off his Jujitsu skills, coming close to trapping Pietka into an Omoplata! Davis fires into Pietka with another one of those stiff Forearms. He’s still got a lot left in the tank!

Vik: He’s fooled me! I’m not sure how much of this is adrenaline and how much is condition!

Jack: Davis with another Forearm, he sends Pietka to the far ropes…Spinning Samoan Drop! He planted Pietka there…He quickly follows with a Standing Moonsault , crashing his muscular frame down on Pietka!

Vik: Here’s the cover!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jack: No! Pietka hasn’t had enough either. Davis wastes no time, quickly transitioning and pulling Pietka by his right leg..he yanks the leg out! That will put pressure on all of those ligaments…A well placed Toe Kick onto his right thigh furthers the pain going through Mental’s leg.

Vik: It looks like Davis has a strategy to work on Pietka’s legs. He’s trying to take out his base, it is a sound strategy.

Jack: He adds one more Toe Kick before relinquishing his leg…No..Davis has a hold of both legs now!

[Davis quickly wraps Pietka into a Double Leg Grapevine, as he turns him he positions Pietka so all the pressure of his body will come down on his neck. Pietka frantically reaches for the ropes as he screams out in pain.]

Jack: The Last Thought is locked in tight! Davis has won matches with this hold before, luckily for Pietka he’s not too far from the ropes. He’s going to have to fight to get there from this predicament.

Vik: You’re right, with how he’s twisted up Davis has him in a tough position!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack: Davis is wrenching into the hold hard, whether or not he gets Pietka to submit is moot. He’s going to take a lot of energy away from the Steel Chair Samurai! Pietka is fighting closer to the ropes, he’s only a foot away! Dragging Davis’ weight with him is causing even more torque on his neck!

Vik: If anyone can withstand a hellovua a lot of pain, it’s Dave Pietka!

[Pietka’s face grimaces with pain as Davis attempts to keep the pressure of the hold on. Pietka edges closer and closer to the ropes as the hold remains locked in tight, his hand constantly reaching to grasp the bottom rope!]

Jack: Pietka’s almost there! He’s fought through thirty seconds of the Last Thought! He’s only inches away from breaking the hold now! He’s got the bottom rope! Pietka breaks the hold!

Vik: It was a struggle to get there!

Jack: Marcus immediately breaks the hold, but he’s not done keeping the pressure on Pietka…He’s dragging him to the center of the ring…Oh! That was a vicious stomp to the small of Pietka’s back!

[Davis quickly locks Pietka in a Camel Clutch, cupping his wrists around Mental’s nose!]

Vik: Another submission hold from Davis! This time a modified Camel Clutch, he’s definitely causing Pietka to expend some energy.

Jack: Davis has a good grip of Pietka here; I think he knows Mental won’t submit, he’s just trying to keep wearing him down. Davis caught Pietka unprepared when he threw out some Jujitsu and that caused the tide of the match to change in his favor.

Vik: He needed to do something to throw Dave off balance and slow down his onslaught; this technical approach is accomplishing just that.

Jack: This definitely shows off his Japanese roots, he’s keeping Pietka centered and the pressure is staying on with the submission hold. It’s hard for Pietka to even move in this position!

[After a few more moments, Davis releases the hold. He immediately pulls Pietka to his feet throwing a stiff Roundhouse to his right thigh once more before pushing him into the ropes.]

Vik: Marcus has slowed the pace down, doesn’t look like he wants to rush into a mistake…What’s Mental pointing at?!

[Indeed Pietka points out to a sign in the rafters causing Kyros to momentarily lose focus.]


Jack: OHHHHHHHH!!!!

 

Vik: Rochambeau!

[Kyros turns around just in time to see Davis crash to the mat holding his groin. He simply looks at Pietka, who shrugs it off.]

Jack: Pietka got away with a blatant kick to Davis’ crotch! That’s a momentum changer!

Vik: Marcus won’t be having any fun with a Serbian lady tonight!

[Pietka wastes little time and heads towards the turnbuckles. He makes his way to the top rather expediently. Lining himself up with Davis, he dives off falling across the chest of Davis with a Senton Bomb!]

Jack: Pietka follows up his advantage…He did look a bit gimpy on his way to the turnbuckles though. Here’s another cover!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3!!

 

[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Vik: No! Davis gets his shoulder up! He still hasn’t had enough of Pietka tonight!

Jack: Pietka looks a little surprised; he glares at Kyros before attempting another cover!

 

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Jack: Davis kicks out! He still has a lot of fight left in him! This has been a war and the fans are appreciating every moment of it!

[Pietka pulls Davis to his feet slowly, a smirk comes across as Davis gets to a knee. Davis quickly shoots a Forearm into Mental’s abdomen doubling him over. He then jumps from a knee to connect with an Enzuigiri to the back of Pietka’s head. Pietka stumbles through the middle ropes to the outside, his head ringing from the impact of the kick.]

Vik: That was a solid kick to the back of Pietka’s head! There’s no way he doesn’t still feel every single one of Davis’ kicks! There’s some bad intentions behind each one!

Jack: This allows Davis to regain himself as well, the Rochambeau was..well placed…

Vik: Always is.

[Marcus shoots off the far ropes Cartwheels, just as Pietka turns to face the ring! The Dream crashes down on Mental, most of his weight hitting Pietka’s upper body. Marcus hits the ground rather hard as well taking some impact from the floor!]

 

Crowd: SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW!


Jack: Believe In Your Dreams, Cartwheel Moonsault! Davis crashed onto Pietka perfectly! Both are down! What an athletic display!

Vik: I’m impressed by that, Pietka got blasted!

Jack: Kyros is up to four in his count..Davis is the first one to stir! Every time we think Davis won’t come back, he proves us wrong. Pietka continues to show his legendary resolved! What a match we’ve seen so far!

[Pietka stirs as Kyros gets to seven, Davis rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count. He quickly meets Pietka with a Toe Kick to the side of his head which rocks him. Marcus slowly pulls him up to his and whips him towards the steel steps!]

Vik: …REVERSED!


*CRASH*


Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


Jack: Pietka sent Davis back first into the steel steps, that never feels good! Kyros is on the outside demanding Pietka brings this fight back into the ring! Pietka is taking time some time to regain himself before he continues his attack!

Vik: He’s thrown a lot of stiff offense at Davis, but Davis has always found an answer! Someone’s got to give at some point!

Jack: Mental pulls Davis back to his feet and rolls the pained Davis back into the ring. You can tell by the look on his face that his back is shooting with pain after it met those steel steps!

Vik: This is why he should have just quit earlier! If he thinks this is bad, can you imagine what’s going to go down at Wrestlebowl?!

Jack: Pietka rolls in after his downed opponent, Davis trying to use the ropes to get back to his feet..and is slowed by a hard Right Hand from Pietka! He pulls Davis up and sends him into the ropes…

[Pietka shoots into the near ropes, as they converge together Davis throws another nasty Lariat! Pietka ducks under it, grasping Davis in a Waist Lock in the process. Pietka pulls Davis up and drops him hard with a German Suplex! Pietka isn’t finished as he keeps his hands clasped around his waist!]

Vik: One German Suplex isn’t enough! We haven’t seen this from Pietka before!

Jack: He’s always throwing something new at his opponent; he pulls Davis off and throws him with a Release German Suplex! Davis lands on his feet! Davis grabs Pietka…Sudden Awakening!

Vik: Pietka’s neck came crashing hard against Davis’ knee, where does he come up with this offense?!

Jack: Davis isn’t done; he pulls Pietka towards the corner….We’ve seen this before! He’s going for his Shooting Star Press! Davis makes way up to the top after raising a finger to the crowd who responds with excitement!

Vik: He better hurry! He’s not in there with Big Bob Brown or Shayne Grissom!

Jack: Ouch…

Vik: Truth hurts!

[Davis doesn’t waste time as he reaches the turnbuckle, quickly diving off with his Shooting Star Press, nailing the much lighter Pietka in the chest! The Dream immediately cradles Pietka’s legs!]

Jack: He may have him here! 


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3 NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Crowd: AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!


Jack: NOOOOOO! Their English may not be perfect, but this Serbian crowd can still chant awesome when they see a great match!

Vik: I’m agreeing with them at this point! This has been awesome!

[Davis doesn’t even look surprised as a downed Pietka rolls away from Davis towards the center of the ring. Marcus regains himself for a moment before making his way towards Pietka. Davis pulls him and quickly pulls him up onto his shoulders!]

Jack: Davis is going for the Sudden Stop! That will be enough to put Pietka away! Pietka falls behind Davis…Pietka with a kick to Davis’ abdomen!


Vik: HERE IT COMES!!!

 

*CRASH*

 

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!

 

Jack: GOD DAMN DDT! GOD DAMN DDT! GOD DAMN DDT! PIETKA NAILED DAVIS! BOTH DAVIS AND PIETKA ARE DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!


Vik: If Pietka can get the cover this one is over! Davis hasn’t moved an inch!

Jack: Pietka is stirring! You can tell Davis’ offense is having an effect on him the longer the match goes on!

Vik: May not be going on for much longer!

Jack: Pietka throws himself over Davis!

 

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3 - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Vik: WHAT?!!?!?!?!

 

Jack: DAVIS GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!! DAVIS SHOT UP HIS SHOULDER AT THE LAST INSTANT!!! THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE!!

 

Vik: I can’t believe it!

Jack: This crowd exploded when Davis shot his shoulder off the canvas! I couldn’t believe it either!

[Pietka is the first to his feet, his body obviously racked with pain. A more serious look covers his face as he looks down at Marcus Davis who’s currently on both knees attempting to get back to his feet. Pietka quickly pulls him up and tries to pick him up to his shoulders!]

Vik: This will do the trick!

Jack: Mental is looking for the Evil Voodoo Driver! This would destroy Davis! Davis kicks his feet! He falls behind Pietka! He grabs him in a Reverse Chin Lock…Twists Pietka around….SUDDEN STO PIETKA WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 

Vik: How did he pull that off from that position!?!?!


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Vik:  KICK OUT!! KICK OUT!!!!







3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Vik:  DAVIS KICKED OUT!! 

Jack:  TOO LATE! 

Vik:  HE GOT HIM!!!!


***DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***


[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Marcus gets up in fury and stares as Dave Pietka has his fists up in case!  The Referee rushes in between them to keep them back as Marcus Davis looks Pietka right in the eye, and Dave holds up three fingers.  Davis is visibly upset, hands on hips as the fans are cheering the awesome match.  Marcus turns his head to look for EVD, and Pietka nods, telling Marcus to bring it at Wrestlebowl.  Davis turns on his heels as Dave speaks at him, and Marcus leaves the ring.  The fans are roaring out in Serbia as EVD smiles and heads for the corner, climbing up to raise his arms high to his Evil Voodoo Army!!!] 

[MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  E V D WINS THE NOO!!!! 


[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  JESTER CHAD ALLEN!!!!!


[Allen rushes across the ring and crashes a double axe into Dave Pietka's back!  EVD falls to hit his chest on the top turnbuckle, falling halfway over the side and Allen hauls him backwards to twist him upside down and spin with the Murder Go Round Tombstone Piledriver!!!]

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  JCA JUST LAID OUT EVIL VOODOO DAVE!!!  SON OF A

Vik:  GOING FOR THE KICKS AND STOMPS AS JCA ANOTHER CONTENDER TO THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ALONG SIDE ANDREW DAVIS AND _HE_ WANTS TO BE THE INDISPUTED CHAMPION AT WRESTLEBOWL, MAKING HIS PRESENCE KNOWN AGAIN EVD AND NOT DONE YET!!!!

Jack: MARCUS DAVIS RUNNING THE RING!!!!

Vik:  JESTER SLIDING RIGHT OUT!!  AND DAVIS JUST CHASED HIM FROM THE RING!!!

Jack:  JCA ON THE OUTSIDE!  YELLING UP AT MARCUS WHO JUST MADE THE SAVE FOR THE MAN WHO JUST BEAT HIM!!!

[Marcus stands over Pietka, and Dave rises to his feet, hurting as he yells but to the shock of the fans Marcus hauls him right up for the Sudden Stop!!!]


[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  NO WAY!!!


Jack:  MARCUS - PUT DAVE DOWN???


[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Marcus Davis goes right up to Dave Pietka and holding the fingers in front of his face, tells him on this night he was This Close to getting his skull crushed.  Pietka needs the ropes for support, holding his neck as Marcus stares through him, heading for the ropes as he kicks up a leg to step outside, eyes still dead set on Dave Pietka!] 

Jack:  And those three and Davis will do battle at Wrestlebowl only one man will remain standing as our new, indisputed World Heavyweight Champion!  For Vik Avatar this Jack Sharp saying good night from Serbia and we will see you next time on SPW ASCENSION!!!

[The fans are roaring as Pietka stands and faces both future opponents, as the fans cheer out for the Evil Voodoo Icon from all sides in the Belgrade Arena!!  Marcus stares, shaking his head and raises a hand gesture that can only be read as "Bring It On, Bitch."]

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


 
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