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 [Open up on the jam-packed Madison Square Garden, as 20,789 fans are roaring because an impromptu match is about to start.  A new younger looking wrestler has entered the ring, a brown crewcut and pale skin, not overly muscular.  Wearing red and purple shorts, he pulls on the rope and waits patiently for his opponent... and for some reason the Power Structure are also at ringside.]


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


Jack:  Blake Covington and Jean Pierre Celine at ringside as new worker Albie Hayes getting his first fight here in Madison Square Garden well, what an honor- the prestige of young Albie finally getting his shot here at age of 37 and against a mystery opponent.  But just who that is remains to be seen.

Vik:  Yeah well... I gotta think that it's gonna be someone like a Spooky Doom or a Johnny Pain, and-


['"The Instigator" by D12 kicks in!!]


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


Jack:  STEVE GREEDY Coming out here!  In the signature golden robe no less!

[Greedy walks out led by Tara Silver followed by Gabriel Van Zahn.  The fans in New York are booing as Greedy makes his way to the stage, wearing green boots and raising a finger to point to the fans.  Tara is in an exotic green evening gown, her hair done up as Steve holds her hand.  GVZ is in a two piece shimmery platinum silk sports coat and pants, hair slicked back as he applauds for the Ascension General Manager.  Steve stands on the stage, nodding to himself as he surveys his fans and laughs with an open mouth. His reflection booming back across the gigantic Shootfire Screens, The Rich One looks amused as he grins and swaggers his way down towards the ring.]

Jack:  And well, the General Manager having something to say to us?  Know, but

Vik:  What do you mean get up?  I'm working here man!

Tara:  Thank you Jack!

Gabriel:  Van Zaaaahhhnnn... Vanzahn.  Steve Greedy in the ring and lookin sexy!  Yeah that means get UP.  Thank you.  Move on.   And we're moving.  Buh bye.  My lady?

Tara:  Thank you.  Our boss Steve Greedy returning to the ring to treat the fans here in MSG!  And against newcomer Albert Hayes so well, good luck Mr. Hayes, I don't think you'll be making your ninety days.

[Greedy enters the ring as the Referee rushes to hold the ropes for him.  Steve steps inside, and kisses his golden ring on his finger, before moving to stand in the center of the ring.  Steve Greedy stands up to his foe, and holds up a hand to the Referee.  Charles Eden looks at both and Greedy kicks Albert right in the groin!!]


 "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


GVZ:  NUUUUTTERCIZED EM!!


Tara:  And NOW the Referee starts the match Steve can't be disqualfied if it hasn't started yet!


 *DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*


GVZ:  Steve Greedy dragging Albie up and running to chuck him clear over the side!  Whoo!


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


[Steve steps in the Referee's way, talking at him about a raise as Blake and Jean Pierre run to throw the stomps into the kid!  Beating him down, Blake holds him up in the full nelson as JPC slices up into him with chops!!  The fans rise to jeer as Celine backs up... and hits a jumping Superkick right into the full on release Dragon Suplex from Covington, on the floor!!  Hayes is folded up on his neck!!]


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


GVZ:  Oh I think they mighta killed him!

Tara:  Literally put him in the dryer and set him on spin cycle.  And now just hauling him into the ring, pushing him in, what's left of GREEDY With the flying kneedrop to the Stomach!!

[Steve takes the man's arm over, and wrenching it under his, palms the mat and rolls forward to wrench the limb up with a forwards torque!!]

GVZ:  OH!  And that's gotta hurt.  Steve Greedy, he's just taking that other arm now, to drag him up, twisting that shit it's gotta be painful!

Tara:  Steve with a back elbow to the teeth!  Short arm and JUMPS CLEAR OVER THE SIDE TO SNAP THAT ARM BACK ON THE TOP!!!


[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


GVZ:  ALBIE IN PAIN!  STEVE BACK IN HE CHARGES CLIP TO THE BACK OF THE KNEES!!  OH THE KNEES NOT THE KNEES!!


Tara:  And Hayes down and kicking!  Steve with his free leg and stepping over it, jumps and SHIN CRUSHER!!!  And all limbs taken down, Greedy just dissecting him!!  With surgical skill and precision!

[Albert flops as he tries to get up, and Steve is laughing.  Jean Pierre takes up a pair of brass knux, and goes to throw them in.  They skid past Steve Greedy and the Referee goes for them to take them up and pull them inside.  He hands them off and turns to see Albert take a shot to the jaw and collapse on the mat!  Steve turns his back to the official and drops to make the cover.]


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GVZ:  STEVE PULLED HIS HEAD UP!!


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


Tara:  Oh, this man is great.

GVZ:  Ain't he though?

Tara:  And set to going to do a number, a lot of damage on James O'Connor, JOC!  At Wrestlebowl.  The legend, the Hall of Famer, who's taking Hayes up and forward waistlock kick to lay over and hits the Belly to Belly Suplex!!  Steve, now, Steve just toying with him.

GVZ:  Because he can.  Because he can Tara!  Because he can; and JOC will be no exception...

Tara:  Steve Greedy pointing down, and yelling to the fans as if that's what he thinks of JOC.  James, has been really getting into the General Manager's head as of late and this reporter thinks that O'Connor may have bitten off more than he can chew.

GVZ:  You know it.

[Greedy just rubs the man's face in the mat, and twisting his head over, digs the ring on his knuckle into the man's eye!!  The fans start booing anew and the Referee rushes in to pry him back!  Steve keeps doing it as Albert yells and Greedy hits the inside knee to the ribs!  Locking the waist he pulls Hayes up in the gutwrench and hooking the suplex drops to land the Bankrupt DDT!!]


Tara:  BANKRUPT!


GVZ:   TAKE IT TO IT!  I SAID THE BANK!


Tara:  The man long out, and Steve Greedy stepping over him to rest one alligator skin wrestling boot atop the sternum.


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Amber:  AND YOUR WINNER!  THE UNDEFEATED STEVE GREEDY!!


Tara:  It's true, since returning to SPW Steve Greedy is very undefeated.

GVZ:  He hasn't been defeated once!  And oh check this out Tara Silver!!

[Greedy is not done as he drags up Albie's leg and twisting the ankle sideways, drops down to wrap in the grapevine!  The fans are booing in Madison Square Garden as Albie is screaming!  The crowd roars out as Greedy clamps in the anklelock, twisting as he's trying to damage the leg!  Security runs in to try and pull their boss away!  Albie is slamming his hand into the canvas as Steve twists and pulls on the ankle, as hard as he can!!]


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


Tara:  And a message to JAMES O'CONNOR!  I hope you heard that James, Steve Greedy is putting in the anklelock that's one of JOC's patented maneuvers!!  Could we see it, could we see James O'Connor forced to tap out to his own hold come Wrestlebowl??


GVZ:  Ha ha ha hmm I'ma say YES!  JOC you have no idea what you're in for!  And even if he should get that pin Steve Greedy could snap any bone in his body in twain!  IN TWAIN I SAY!!  IN TWAIN!


[Security finally gets Steve Greedy up as he shoves them away, and smiles glaring out to the fans in NYC.  Wiping his hair back, the sweat from his eyes, Steve stares into the camera and just mocks James O'Connor, threatening him and predicting himself the next Wrestlebowl Champ.]


 

[Fade backstage as JDM Superstar is smiling, talking with someone off in the corner.  He sees the camera coming and the figure moves away.  JDM smirks and pauses as Steve Stone walks up.]

Steve: JDM Superstar, also here on Ascension what brings you to our show?

JDM:  Last time I checked, I was the Vice President of Shootfire Pro and a ranking board member I can go where I want, when I want, when I please.  And how could I miss out, this is Madison Square Garden!  And you just saw my good friend Steve Greedy do exactly what we all want to do to James O'Connor. 

Steve:  The Power Structure at ringside to back him up and with leader "Heartless" Jakob Volga all of you have just become that much more violent!

JDM:  You see it's not about truces, or teamwork, or partnerships no.  In SPW, you're either with me, or against me.  And HJV is the exact same way you see, he doesn't NEED the fans.  The fans need him.  But no, who main events the Ascension debut of MSG?  "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA?!  NO!  SAMMY FRICKIN KNIGHT!!

Steve:  Yes sir I

JDM: SHUT UP!  Sammy FREAKIN Knight the man who ended Jakob Volga's career once already and now, we know that HJV is all about doing what's right even if it means making an unpopular decision.  Some call it vengeance I call it restoring balance in things.  And Volga putting Sammy Knight OUT at Wrestlebowl will be a welcome balance to SPW, and once again poised to keep me on top. 

So I want, I want everyone out there to realize, to listen from The FAMILY to Sammy KNIGHT to Code of HONOR to heck, Steve Greedy and even Gideon CAIN!  You can't stop me, you can't stop us, Power Structure is where you want to be and sooner than later, what we did to guys like Quinn Scott, and Whisper?  Will pale in comparison to what we have in store for the future going forward.  Now consider yourself enlightened, and get me a damn glass of water.

And not that New York stuff either this shithole's polluted.

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

JDM:   YEAH LIKE THAT'S MY FAULT.

Stone:  Thank you JDM Superstar, and now this is Steve Stone saying back to you guys at ringside, I'm off to find some purified water.

JDM:  And I better have crushed ice.

[FtB]

"Here's to the ones who don't give up.
Here's to the ones who don't give up.
Here's to the ones who don't give up.
This is your anthem, get your hands up."

["Anthem" by Superchick blares as the lights slam black, the hard intro hits the airwaves. Green and white strobes pulsate and pass over the arena as the tron comes alive with various clips of Erika's career spliced together, flashing to the beat of the music.]

"We are fire inside, we are lipstick and cleats.
We are not going home, we are playing for keeps.
We are girls with skinned knees, we are concrete and grace.
We are not what you think, you can't keep us in our place."

[A spotlight hits the center of the stage, revealing a hooded figure, knelt down in the center. Using her left hand, she makes the sign of the cross over her chest as the crowd rises to their feet in a chorus of cheers. As the figure stands, the hood falls back, Erika revealing herself as she grins from ear to ear. Hand outstretched, she high fives a few of the fans that line the aisleway.]

"Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars.
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from playin guitar.
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard.
You'll never let them say you'll never get that far"

[Streamers of all colors are tossed from both sides of the aisle as Erika Sato makes her way down to the ring.  As she reaches ringside, she takes a quicker step and slides into the ring as the fans give her another rousing chorus of cheers. As she stands up, she sheds the jacket, tossing it to the attendant at ringside as the lights come back up and the song fades out.]

"We are fire inside, we are an army asleep.
We are a people awaking to follow their dreams.
We don't have time for your games.
We have our own goals to score.
There are trophies to win instead of being one of yours."

Emily: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is set for one fall.  Making her way down the aisleway, hailing from Osaka, Japan. Standing five feet, six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixty-four pounds...ERIKA...SAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!


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


[The arena goes dark and then suddenly four larger than life laser light images appear and flash against the crowds.  The fans let up a cheer as the four statuesque renditions glow in neon pink, yellow, orange and green.  Spotlights pulse and vibrate, beginning to flash through the darkened arena as the lights begin to circle, The Black Eyed Peas' "Rock Your Body" cutting in in rising volume.]

"I wanna rock right now
I want I wanna rock right now
I want I wanna rock right now
Now, now, rock right now
I want I wanna rock right now
I want I wanna rock right now
I want I wanna rock right nooowww"

[The outlines are circling and flash to refine showing Owen Cage, Shane Diamond, Orchid and Miss Jasmine as the strobes move and wave across the crowd.  The lights go off and a huge wall of explosion bursts up across the stage!!]

"I wanna dance, I wanna dance in the light
I wanna rock, I wanna rock yo body,
I wanna go, I wanna go for a ride,
Up in the music & rock yo body right,


    *****BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****


Rock ya body, come on come on rock that body, (Rock your body)
Rock ya body, come on come on rock, ya, bo-dy,
Rock ya body, come on come on rock that body (Rock yo body)
Rock ya body, come on come on rock, ya, bo-dy!!"

[Cage, Diamond, and Orchid stand on stage, all in fighting garb of futuristic neon, wearing the gold and blue of Team EGO.  The fans are cheering as images of Shane and Owen doing aerial moves off the top rope flash across the crowd in laser light show.  Orchid strides down the aisle in a purple skirt and singlet with neck choker.  Staring directly ahead, the raven haired beauty looks ahead, confidently eyeing the ring.]

"Let me see your body rock,
Shakin' from the bottom to the top,
Freak to what the Dj drop,
We be the ones to make it hot, (To make it hot)
Electric shock, energy like a million watts,
Space be boom and the speakas pop,
Galactic boom and miss the spot,
We bumpin' in your parkin' lot!"

[Cage knees up to the apron, in white neon fringed tights, showcasing his navy blue forearm guard as he shouts through thick gold sunglasses.  Shane is on the apron, throwing up one of his fists as he grips it above his head, shouting out from the side of the ring out towards the entirety of Madison Square Garden.  Orchid goes right up to the top rope, kneeling atop with leg astride as she raises a fist, and yells to her fans.]

(Parkin' lot)
When you comin' up in the spot,
Don't bring nothin' we call the shots,
'Cause we running around the clock,
Hit the lights and then turn them off,
If you bring that don't make me soft,
Like the jungle we run the block,
No we're goin the way we way we rock!!"

[Cage, Orchid, MJ and The Diamond each stand on one of the four turnbuckles in blue, violet, green and gold as strobes flash across the crowd.  Their laser light images bounce and reflect off the the smoke flowing through the arena.  The lights flash white to black in cascading fashion and all four do a backflip into the ring!!]

"I wanna I wanna rock right now
I wanna I wanna rock right now
I wanna I wanna rock right noooow!!"

Emily:  AND HER OPPONENT, ACCOMPANIED BY TEAM EGO... FROM TOKYO JAPAN, WEIGHING IN AT 137 POUNDS, THIS IS


  OOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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


[Darkness falls across the arena as the Gregorian chants of "Consumite Furore" begin to play amid clashing cymbals. A gory pendulum begins to swing across the Shootfire Screens, the giant white blade slicing back and forth, running down
from its serrated edges.  The lights stay in their dark blue shadow as a shrouded form in a gossamer white cloak makes its way out of the back, wheeling a glass box onto the stage!  The music begins a somber death march as the lone figure
wheels the box down the stage ramp, the fans becoming creeped out by the minute as they shrink back from the guardrails]


"Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum"

[The Gregorian chants continue as the gruesome axe swings heavy across the Screen.  The box continues its way for the ring, the death march chanting growing louder.  The figure pushes the glass box to ringside, and begins to head up the stairs as fast as possible, stepping into the ring in a flash of gossamer robe as the eerie chanting continues on....]

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

 
"Magne Asteroth te iubeo
Implete hunc lapidem
Implete eum viribus
Sulfuratis vestris
Consumite eum iris vestris
Istas vires adsumem!
Lubeo te!"

[The figure throws back the robe revealing a twisted red mask made of the hair and skin of her captured victims!!  The audience pops in horror, the bronze body of Poet Wright clear underneath the bizarre contraption of a black bodysuit, with shootfighter's shinguards and boots.  Her tattooed arms evident, Poet raises her hand in a knife edge shape and drops to a knee as the lights flash in darkness.  She slowly takes off her mask, and holding it up, places it over the ringpost....]

"Venite in facinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Magne Asteroth, te iubeo
Consumite eum iris vestris
Consumite! Consumite! Consumite!
Istas vires adsumem, lubeo te!
Lubeo te!  Lubeo Te!
Lubeo! Lubeo Te!"


Emily: AND THEIR OPPONENT, FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS

 
  POET!!!!!!!  WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

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


Vik:  And Cage, Diamond and Jasmine talking to Orchid??  What is this apparently, Orchid asking them to leave!

Jack:  She wants to do this on her own!  And the Referee must appreciate that, a kiss from Cage to Orchid and now well, yeah it looks like she's going to the center of the ring, eyes on Poet Wright the entire time.  Well this should be interesting.  No Team EGO at ringside, and we're about to have a three way dance.  Ladies and Gentlemen welcome, to Madison Square Garden, Jack Sharp alongside Vik Avatar and we are so honored to be competing for you in this world famous arena- synonymous with wrestling itself much like Wrestlebowl is and we're all leading up to the big show.

[Poet Wright whips Orchid at Erika Sato and Orchid jumps to slam the elbow into Sato!  The fans pop as Erika hits the side and Poet latches onto Orchid, who twists to jam into Wright and runs but Poet grabs her hair and rips her down.  Erika comes through the air with the superkick to strike at Poet who catches her leg but Sato swings up to lock the hurricarana for the takeover!]


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


Jack:  Erika showing some spice ORCHID up and locks the bulldog to hit a tornado DDT on Erika Sato!!

Vik:  Orchid up and Poet with the lock, pop and toss her over with the German Suplex!!

Jack:  Oh!  Orchid landing on her feet!  And jumping back thrust kick Poet hit and sent Erika hits the drop toehold clear into the second rope!!

[Orchid runs to fly through the ropes and swing around to smash Poet with her legs!  She grabs the top rope to spring up but Erika smashes the side and Orchid falls to crash onto her neck!!]


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


Jack:  ORCHID DOWNN! 


Vik:  SATO SPINNING POET CAUGHT THE LEG AND THROWS IT ERIKA COUNTERS WITH THE DRAGON WHIP!!


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

[Orchid flips at Sato and wraps her legs as she sits up and turns over to send Erika at Poet.  Wright throws her with the hiptoss into the top rope and Sato flies back, to lock her legs on Orchid and tucks forward sending Orchid running at Poet!  Orchid throws the lariat but Poet twists inside to catch her with a snapmare!  Poet jumps to smash the dropkick but Erika lands a dropkick of her own right into Poet's back! Orchid gets up her legs and monkeyflips Poet Wright clear over the top rope!!]

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

[Sato goes to grab up Orchid and runs to send her sliding clear under the bottom rope and over the side to crash into the floor!!   Erika rolls an arm to the fans and yells out!  The Garden cheers back as Sato goes up to the top rope, and Orchid rolls under the ring.  Poet lurches up, rushing to dive inside!  The fans roar out as Poet Wright gets up and Erika drops down and charges but Poet leaps and catches her with the Busaiku Knee Kick!!]

 ****CRRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****

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


Jack:  ORCHID GETTING UP!!  POET CHARGING SUICIDE DIVE THOUGH THE ROPES NO WAAAYYY!!!


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



Vik:  POET WRIGHT TOOK ORCHID DOWN!!


Jack:  And Wright sliding inside, she will face Larue at Wrestlebowl--  ERIKA BACK WITH THE HANDSPRING INTO THE HURRICANRANA!!


Vik:  POET SLUNG HER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!


[Poet grabs the waist and spins to snap Erika up and powerbombs her into the top buckle pad!!!]


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


Vik:  ORCHID diving in, rolling up, as she can barely stand and POET CHARGING ORCHID HITS THE BACKBRIDGE!!!


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


Jack:  UP AND BACKFLIP TO KICK KNOCKING WRIGHT INTO THE CORNER!!


[The fans are roaring and cheering as Orchid gets Poet up, stepping to the second turnbuckle as she holds the ropes with her left hand.  Orchid steps all the way up and twisting around, hooks the throat and falls off the top as she lands Poet with a monstrous Super Chokeslam!!!]



 ****WWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!****



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



Jack:  OH MY GOD CHOKESLAM FROM THE TOP!  AND ERIKA SATO GETTING UP ORCHID FLYING YAKUZA KICK INTO ERIKA'S FACE!!


[Sato hits the side and comes back as Orchid throws the kick into her guts!!  She bends Sato down and shoves her head in between her legs!!  The fans are cheering in MSG and Orchid turns her then dives forward for the spinning Piledriver!]



[HUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Vik:  TOKYO DOOM!  AND ORCHID WITH THE PIN!!!!




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 *DINGDINGDING!*



Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER!  OOORRRRRRCHIIIID!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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



Jack:  ORCHID BEAT ERIKA!


Vik:  ORCHID BEAT POET!!!


Jack:  HOLY- ORCHID BEAT SATO AND POET WRIGHT!  SHE SHOULD BE RANKED AHEAD OF POET DOES THAT MEAN- Does SHE go to Wrestlebowl!?

Vik:  I don't know man, she has a Valid Concern!!

Jack:  Yeah I'd request an audience with Steve Greedy or Kieran Rae right away!!  Orchid may have a window, a chance to get in on this World Title Match at Wrestlebowl!  Oh man, she can -she's just celebrating this, this this MONSTER win.  And Madison Square Garden MSG right along with it.


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


Jack:  Orchid Rousseaux your winner folks, and it remains to be seen just what can be done will happen from this.  SPW Ascension, it's where you want to be.  And it continues next!!

 

[Fade into the back as Steve Stone is standing by with Lindsey Page.  Page's teeth are gritted as she looks furious, pacing back and forth, unable to even stand still as Steve looks to her, Lindsey in her black leather tank top and fringed pants as she pulls her red hair back.]

Steve:  Lindsey, after almost being set on FIRE on Conquest how are you even prepared for this match-

Lindsey:  MATCH?  You want to talk about a MATCH?

Steve:  Linds- I,

Lindsey:  JESTER CHAD ALLEN.  Yeah that's right, I'm calling out a male, I'm calling out a number one contender, I'm calling out perhaps the next Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD!  I don't care, I don't care!  You want to use ME to get at Iris GALIVER?  ME?  Why?  Because I'm friends with Iris, because we go all the way back to the ICWF and you want to get to her through me?  Well leave me out of your lover's quarrels because I promise I will break your heart with a fucking sledgehammer!

Steve:  Lindsey Page your match with Tiffany La-

Lindsey:  I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT TIFFANY LANE!!

Steve:  yeah but you have a match coming up tonight here in Madison Square Garden.

Lindsey:  Steve Stone I know how important competing here at the Garden is, and I'd be stupid if I overlooked Tiffany Lane.  But call me f'n RETARDED because JCA is all I can think about!  It seems people want to use me as a pawn... well I have one thing to say.  Jester Chad Allen?  You want to use me and threaten my life and scare me into submission?  That's fine but I am sick and tired of being pushed around here in SPW and I am going to do you one better, I am going to CALL YOU OUT ON THE ROAD TO WRESTLEBOWL!

And you can come to the ring, you can look me in the eye, and you can prove your worth to the woman who crushed your heart by beating up on a woman.  And the entire audience for Wrestlebowl can see what you're all about, and exactly why you will NEVER be worthy of holding the SPW World Championship around your waist, because all you are, for all your terrorism and fearmongering and evil satantic BULLSHIT, is just a painted goof who beats up women.  Yeah.  That's a real great World Champion, real great material right there.  You ass, so come down and face me at the Road to Wrestlebowl if you're man enough.

Steve:  So I can imagine that you're ready to tear Tiffany's head right off-

Voice: [cutting him off] Ha!

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

[Both Steve and Lindsey turn to see Tiffany Lane, sashaying her way towards them. The Blonde Bombshell is clad in her wrestling attire and boots. Her long, blonde hair falls down her back in curls. There’s a smirk on Tiffany’s lovely features, a confidence bordering on arrogance in her every step.]

Tiffany: Please, Stone, let’s not start talking crazy now. Lindsey might have been something in that other promotion. But here? In SPW, where it counts.. there’s no woman that can trump me. And definitely none that can “tear my head off”.

Lindsey:  Oh you just have to bust in on my interview time?  Do you really want a piece of me right now?

Tiffany: Of course I came out here. The people needed something that could wake them up from your incessant whining and complaining, Lindsey. As far as wanting a piece of you, honey, there’s plenty of time for that during our match.

[Lindsey goes within inches of Tiffany's face, hissing into her flawless skin.]

Lindsey:  Lane, the mood I'm in right now I just might wrap a chair around that pretty head of yours.  Do you think I care if I get disqualfied?  Do you think I care if I get suspended, fined, or fired at this point?  I have had it up to here with SPW's Superstars walking all over me and I would love nothing more than to rip each little dyed hair out of that inflated head of yours...

[Tiffany steps forward, her arms folding across her chest, a mocking smile on her lips.]

Tiffany: Honestly, I don’t give a damn about how you feel, Lindsey. And I have a feeling that Stone here doesn’t either. You’re fed up with how you’ve been treated here and think you’ve been oh-so wronged? Boo freakin’ hoo. There’s always a door and a way for you to leave. It can either be by your own hand or…someone else’s.

[Tiffany shrugs, a sly smirk playing on her lips.]

Tiffany: Whichever way you want. 

Lindsey:  Oh I want it, I can feel it, Tiffany I'm begging you, just hit me, right on the face, just land that first shot, and I will smash your face into this concrete wall.  Please.  That's all I ask.

[Tiffany lets out a laugh.]

Tiffany: Honey, I don’t fight for free. I fight to win pretty gold belts. And leaving you a wreck back here wouldn’t do anything to further that goal. So, I think you’re just going to have to be a little patient for your beatdown. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some last minute preparations to make.

[Tiffany waves her hand dismissively.]

Tiffany: Carry on.

[Lane turns to leave.]

Lindsey:  That's fine... walk away Tiffany.  You used to be a real fighter, someone women everywhere could look up to. And now?  Now you're just as fake as the dye in your hair or the plastic in your chest or the botox in your face.  You've become a sad, pathetic caricature of everything you used to be.  Truly pathetic, but hey, all the pancake makeup in the world won't save your next photo shoot once I get done with you.

[Tiffany stops in her tracks and turns to face Lindsey again, a glimmer of anger in her green eyes.]

Tiffany: That’s what you thought last time, isn’t it, Linds? Except then, I kicked your sorry ass and had you running out of here with your tail between your legs. Keep it up and I’ll do much worse.

Lindsey:  Hardcore.

Tiffany: [smirks] Your funeral.

[Lane walks away, stalking towards the ring as Page watches her go. Steve shakes his head, staring at Tiffany and then back to Lindsey.  Page glares out, lip curled as she begins to nod.]

Steve:  Well I don't.. I mean... I suppose your match is going to be ultra violent.

Lindsey:  Steve?  You have no idea.

[Page turns on her heels and walks away as Stone blinks his eyes.]

Steve:  Tempers flaring high as Lindsey just promised to make an example of Tiffany Lane, to Jester Chad Allen.  Lane vs Page, coming up right here on SPW Ascension!!  

[Cue the trumpet High C note.]

"Na Na Na Na"

"Hey Hey Hey"

"Gooooodbyeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good riddance!"

[The lights in the arena go completely black. The only lighting in the arena
is provided by fans using their lasers and cell phones.]

"Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin..


 *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*****


"This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects"

[The pyrotechnic shoots off in the sky as "CHRISTIAN" comes across the SPWTron.]


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


"My raps don't have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain taken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune..."

[White fog begins to fill the arena..as a white spotlight shines on the stage, directly on Eddie Christian as he is being lowered from the ceiling via a platform.]


 "MOMENT OF SILENCE!!"


[Eddie is clad in a white trench coat, a white wife beater, and white baggy leather pants with crosses on each leg.  The platform reaches the stage as Eddie throws his hands in the air... as another pyrotechnic goes off!]

"Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen.
No I.D. on the track let the story begin.."


 *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*****


"This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light"

[Christian stands at the bottom of the ramp as he points out into left wing of the crowd, followed by the right as he heads across the aisle to slap hands with the fans in attendance.  They raise their "Christian" posters and go to touch hands with their hero!]

"I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune...moment of silence"

[Eddie stands to his feet, as he raises his arms again as the lights in arena return to normal. Christian walks over to the lower right turnbuckle that faces the right wing of the crowd... he stands on the second rope... staring out
across the sea of energy in Madison Square Garden, and pointing to all of his fans.]

"This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much"


Emily:  AND THEIR PARTNER, FROM JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA... WEIGHING IN AT 222 POUNDS
THIS IS THE BORN CHAMPION.... THE REIGNING WORLD TAG AND FUSION CHAMPION PLEASE WELCOME


  EDDIE!  CHRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSTIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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


Jack:  Eddie Christian in the ring joining El Rey Futuro and Colt Montana, their opponents Rich Patterson, Castro Shaw and Johnny Pain standing the ring across from them and -and Owen Cage, Shane Diamond why are you two out here?!

Owen: Cause we're scouting the competition.  And this is a shoot brotha, we are here to make damn sure that Mr. Christian is focused on what really matters, the World Tag Team Titles here that we hold in our hands.  Yes sir we flew to New York simply to get a close and personal look at the man who will be laying down for the best tag in the business come Wrestlebowl in Vegas.  Asides man, we gotta come down sometime Orchid send me to the back!

Vik:  Well I gots to agree man I mean come on Eddie supposedly able to do battle in two matches if not THREE at WB?  Who does he think he is Sammy Knight?

Jack:  Pain, Castro and Patterson in the ring another one of your opponents for the pay per view, however with that injury to Chance Fortuna stemming from Conquest some might say that could put Bad Luck outta your tag fight, what do you make of that?

Shane:  Who's Bad Luck?

Owen:  Patterson and Fortuna.

Shane:  Aaa ha.

Vik:  Well there's the bell, and Referee Todd Lucchesi with his work cut out for him!  And it looks like it'll be JOHNNY PAIN and The Born Champion starting off!  Futuro and Montana to start a clap!

Owen:  Excuse me?  Futuro and Montana giving Eddie the Clap?  I didn't know that disease was Mexican!

Jack:  That's disgusting and Pain, who's been supremely pissed off as of late and just a danger to everyone, we saw what he did to Whisper and that was a team captain, now on the payroll of JDM Superstar you can bet that the Power Structure definitely want to see their man Pain take either WB or become the new Fusion title.

Owen:  And that's exactly the problem, how can "Mr. Born Champion" become like this guy who can focus on them AND Us?  Can't!  You can't do it!  It just can't be done.

[Pain circles and goes right in as Eddie smashes him with a forearm!  The fans cheer in MSG as Eddie hits, hits and Pain counters with a kneelift!  Christian staggers back and Johnny slams the double push right into his chest to knock him down!  Eddie rolls up as Pain stomps at his head but Christian moves to sweep out the legs and wraps in the headlock!


Vik:  NO!  KICKOUT BY PAIN!!


Owen:  Shoulda choked him!  Get the tables!!

Jack:  Pain rolling up and Eddie with the arm taking it over, Johnny hand in the face walking Eddie back to the ropes and using them to twist out, Referee warning Pain with the back elbow no!  Eddie ducked it and Suplex to Johnny flipping out!  Pain with the snapmare and takes Eddie over, drops to secure the reverse chinlock but Eddie takes him down facefirst to the mat!  And applying the hammerlock!

Vik:  Oh boy, Pain already with the sit out and has the head, standing up but Eddie with the irish whip!  He sent Pain for the ride!

[Eddie runs the ropes as Johnny hits the side and comes back as Christian sails for the Thesz Press!!  Pain ducks underneath to run as Eddie leapfrogs over top and continues across the ring!  Both men come off the side and Pain throws the clothesline!  Eddie ducks and leaps to stand on the second and springs back to send the elbow but Pain catches the Full Nelson!  He goes for the Dragon Suplex but Eddie gets a leg inside to block, and wheels around to reverse the waistlock but Christian jumps up and locking the legs from behind dives forward to take Pain over in the victory roll!  Eddie comes up with the legs looking for the sharpshooter but Johnny Pain weasels out through the bottom ropes as the fans boo!]


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


Vik:  And Pain furious!  Kicking the ring apron cover, oh what did it ever do to you??

Shane:  Should have got the tables.

Jack:  Pain does not like being outwrestled he thinks he's the best!  And stomping the stairs, Castro wants in, Johnny with the Hard tag!!

Vik:  Shaw jumping in, he made a name for himself as he went after Quinn Scott, to impress Captain Angel Martinez!  And Shaw in as Eddie not ducking any contenders, running to lock but Shaw ducks under and KICKS Eddie in the back!!

[Christian yells and grabs for the ropes but Castro rips him back with a handful of hair.  He takes Eddie's head and smashes it against the neutral corner, then going to the face rakes it as the fans boo like mad!  Castro Shaw yells at them in spanish and fires a shot but Eddie blocks it and fires back!!]


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


Jack:  BORN CHAMPION FIGHTING BACK!!   AND CASTRO WITH A RIGHT!  BLOCKED!  EDDIE AGAIN!  AND AGAIN!  HE BEATS HIM INTO THE CORNER AND IRISH WHIP CASTRO SENT FOR THE RIDE!!


[Shaw hits the corner backfirst and Eddie runs and jumps to launch the Dropkick into his chest!  Castro hits the buckles and Eddie moves back, the fans beginning to rise as Christian charges across the ring!  Eddie leaps for the Avalanche and crushes into Shaw!!!]


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


Jack:  RICH PATTERSON IN THE RING!!!

Vik:  CHARGING AND EDDIE LOOK OUT!!

Jack:  BAD SEED HIT CHRISTIAN WITH THE LARIAT!  CHEAP SHOT!!


Owen:  But still a lotta fun to watch.

Shane:  This is true.


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


Vik:  Yeah no doubt, and now Eddie in a bad way, Ref admonishing Patterson but he doesn't care!  Castro Shaw to Eddie and now talking trash, Christian trying to get up CASTRO stomps him back down!  Eddie just suffering man!

Jack:  Castro has his face and bootlaces against the skin--- STOMPS DOWN OH The pain!  That was wholly unecessary!

Owen:  Yeah hang on let me shed a tear for Born Champion.  Stillborn Champion, more like it.  Especially at Wrestlebowl, when EGO win the belts man we'll leave him so demoralized we're practically gift wrapping the Fusion title for one of these mamalukes.

[Castro mocks Eddie and moves over to tag Rich Patterson officially in.  Pain wanted the tag but Castro ignores him as The Bad Seed steps inside.  Shaking his head, he taunts Eddie and pulling him up, blasts a haymaker that leaves Eddie hurt on his knees.  The camera picks up El Rey and Colt Montana looking on in concern.]

Jack:  And a good look at the tag team partners and the men who will also be challenging The Born Champion at Wrestlebowl in a Boneyard Brawl match.  You know I gotta give him credit, who puts -voluntarily- puts their title up on the line in a Boneyard Brawl Match!

Owen:  I don't know anything!  And I'll say that a stupid man Jack Sharp.  A Stupid, stupid, stupid man.  With all due respect.

Vik:  Of course.  He's gotta have rocks the size of my Ex-Wife's to go into a fight like that!

Shane:  He- your ex?

Vik:  There were more than a few reasons it didn't work out.  Always check the Adam's Apple!

Jack:  Eddie Christian in severe pain, and Rich Patterson only more than happy to blatantly enjoy it.  Just think, Rich with Two chances to take a belt off Eddie, hey after the pay per view we could be calling him the Two Belt Champion!

[Patterson smirks and pointing to Colt and Rey, tells them to suck his ass as he punches Eddie to the mat.  Rich takes Christian up, and hauling him over his shoulder runs for the leaping Powerslam but Eddie takes him with a mid-air armdrag outta nowhere!!]


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


Jack:  CHRISTIAN UP!!  AND RICH IS TOO!  EDDIE WITH THE DROPKICK INTO RICH!!


Vik:  Blasted him back!!  Patterson on, Eddie with the standing side Kick to the stomach!  And pulling up Rich for the Alabama Slam--  Rich diving over his shoulder, trying to get free!  Eddie catches his head and modified EMERALD FUSION!!


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


Jack:  Christian over!  And he tags out to Colt Montana!!!


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


Shane:  OLA LEY!!!

Owen:  ARRRRRRRIBA LA RRRAAAZZZZA!!!

Jack:  COLT Montana in and running as Rich up and Colt leaping LEGS TO THE HEAD AND SWINGS THE RANA PATTERSON SENT THROUGH THE AIR!!


[Rich slams the mat and gets up as Colt comes off the ropes with a spinning crescent kick!  Patterson goes stumbling back and Montana lands to snap the kick to the leg!  Rich yells and Colt snaps the kick again!  Patterson shouts and throws the clothesline but Montana ducks and throws up a kick!  Rich catches it and Montana hits the Enzugiri!!]


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


Jack:  PATTERSON IS DOWN!!  And Colt to the corner EL REY UP TOP!  TAG OUT FROM MONTANA!


Vik:  AND EL REY IS GONNA FLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Futuro leaps through the air to land on Rich's shoulders and locking the head sails through the legs to take Patterson flying head over heels with the Super Hurricanrana!!  The audience roars as Rich rolls from the ring and El Rey runs the ropes!  He crashes off the side and goes charging to sail at the side but Rich pulls away!  El Rey instead catches the ropes and swings through to come back in!  Patterson turns and Futuro hits a spinning crossbody to take him to the floor!!!!!!!]


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


Owen:  OH DIOS MIIIO!!!



Jack:  NAILED HIM!!  EL REY IS EN FUEGO!!!!!!!


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


Vik:  El Rey back inside the ring and spazzing out!!  Eddie reaching for the tag!  HE'S CLIMBING UP TOP!!

Owen:  What is this guy nuts!?

Shane:  He thinks he's spanish.

Jack: EL REY TAG OUT TO EDDIE!  AND CHRISTIAN STANDING TALL!!


[The fans stand to see Eddie dive off the top and sail all the way down into Rich Patterson!!]


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


Jack:  THAT'S WHAT YOU HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO AT WRESTLEBOWL!!


Owen:  Not me, he can land on Shane though.

Shane:  Screw you I'm the looks of the team!!

Vik:  Eddie Christian taking on all comers baby!  And rolling his arm, slapping hands with the fans as he goes back inside!  They love him here in the Garden!  LOOK OUT!!

[Eddie smiles and moves as Castro comes running clear at him!  Eddie spins to sidestep and sends Castro sailing over the ropes to crashland into Rich Patterson himself!!!]


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


Owen:  SHENANIGANS!

Shane:  I CALL SHENANIGANS!!


Jack:  Eddie in control!  And Johnny Pain steps inside, goes right up to Eddie's face!  Christian and Pain face to face, talking smack and Pain with the hand to the face, OH HE PIEFACES EDDIE AWAY!!


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

Owen:  Oh no he din'nt!

Shane:  Muthafucka shit!


Vik:  EDDIE DECKS HIM OFF HIS BOOTS!!!


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


Jack:    AND HEADING OVER TAG OUT TO EL REY FUTURO!!


[Futuro grabs the ring ropes and pulling back, springboards to stand on the cable!  He jumps to spring out across the ring and throws the Superman Forearm Smash to blast Pain over!!  The audience is roaring as Eddie shoves him right as Castro and Patterson launch a table into the ring!!]


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


Vik:  EDDIE saving his own partner!

Owen:  WHY?  That's his future opponent! 

Shane:  It is the nice thing to do.

Owen:  Gay.

Jack:  Christian doing the right thing and now Patterson and Shaw in the ring and attacking, El Rey and Eddie countering as they fight to beat them back!  Oh and this whole match breaking down before our very eyes! 

Vik:  Colt Montana sneaking in and takes that table up to set it in the corner!  Johnny Pain coming to and cheap shot to the LEG puts down Colt Montana!

Jack:  And Remember, Colt was the catalyst for Pain's newfound mean streak!  It was a loss to Montana that pushed Johnny clear off the edge!

[Pain kicks Colt down and setting up the board, goes to run and slams the forearm into Eddie from behind!  Pain and Patterson drag Eddie up- and charging the corner run and launch Christian into the wood but Eddie straightens up and takes the table upside his body instead!]


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


Jack:  THE TABLE DOES NOT BREAK!!  BUT EDDIE IN A BAD WAY!!


Vik:  PATTERSON NORTHERN LARIAT FROM BEHIND!!  EDDIE IS DOWN!!


Owen:  Ate it on that one!  But here comes Colt with the Jawbreaker on Patterson!  That guy is like a human bouncy ball!

Shane:  Now I see why you guys won the tag belts.  He carries you too!


Owen:  AHAHAHAHAHASHUUDAP


[Colt shouts and setting Patterson against the board, runs across the ring as Eddie crawls on his legs!  Montana charges off the side and runs as Castro grabs for Rich!  Colt leaps off Christian's back but Shaw pulls Patterson and Montana crashes through the table!!!]


  ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!***


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


Vik:  CASTRO SHAW SAVED HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER!

Owen:  WELL KUMBAYA TO EVERYONE!  The Brawl man, these guys are forgetting they should be taking each other out, not fighting to win this match!

Jack:  They all want to be the Fusion Champion and that means surviving long enough to put out the man with the target on his back, The World Tag and Fusion Champ, Eddie Christian!

[Colt rolls from the ring as Castro kicks him out, and Shaw drags Eddie up and rakes his face!  Across the canvas Johnny Pain beats into El Rey Futuro, taking him into the ropes but Rey reverses with an irish whip!  Johnny comes running to slam his ribs off the side and El Rey leaps with the flying burrito to nail him down!  Castro Shaw turns around and Futuro takes him up to slam the Short Powerbomb!  The fans are roaring out through MSG as Futuro ducks a big boot from Rich Patterson, and as Rich turns Futuro slams the dropkick to the knee to take him down, and follows through with the flying back brain heel kick!!]


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


Jack:  And Eddie sliding out, oh Colt Montana may be badly hurt, Christian over and pulling up a table from ringside trying to even the odds!  Eddie to slide that in as Futuro helping him to set it up, and Christian yelling as Futuro takes up Patterson and throws him onto the table!!

Vik:  Eddie going up top NO!  He has to punch Castro down! 

Owen:  How can this guy fight he's gotta have eyes in the back of his head!  He can't wrestle two kinds of matches at the PPV there's no way he just can't!

Shane:  I just can't stand egomaniacs.

Jack:  EL Rey going up top, could this be a Sujecion Splash??  Christian beating Patterson against the side and hammering him with forearms!!  FUTURO!!  FUTURO LEAPING!!


Vik:  PAIN ROLLS OFF THE TABLE!!!!


 ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!****


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


Jack:  EL REY FUTURO JUST DELIVERED THE SUJECION DEL FUTURO SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE!!  MY GOD!!!!!!!!


Vik: FUTURO IS DOWN!!  AND EDDIE WITH THE WHIP ON PATTERSON!


Jack:  REVERSED INTO THE SPINEBUSTER!!  OH NO!!!


[The fans boo as Rich kneels up, and yells as he's directing traffic.  Castro and Pain slide outside as Johnny heads around the ring, pulling up a table and Castro does the same.  Pain slides his inside and goes in to start setting it up as Castro drags his in and begins to open it.  Patterson has Eddie in the corner, and is choking him out with the tag rope!!]


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


Jack:  That Dastardly Bad Seed just choking the life out of Christian!  And Eddie clawing to fight back, but Rich wants this win!

Vik:  Yeah and the tables set up!  He-  PAIN!!


[Johnny grabs onto Castro and German Suplexes him through his table!!!]


   ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHH!!!!!!!***



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


Jack:  PAIN- CASTRO, WHAT THE HELL!

Shane:  THANKS FOR COMING CASTRO SHAW!!

Owen:  HAAA!  That's exactly what I'd do too!  You don't want any of your competition in the Boneyard to be at 100 percent!  Screw it, F this match!

Shane:  I'm sayin!

Jack:  Johnny Pain just obliterating his own tag team partner!  No honor among thieves so it seems!!

Vik:  Eddie staggering back as Pain dragging that table to the center, Castro's that is, and Rich ripping Christian out he didn't see Pain turn on Shaw. 

[Patterson beats into Eddie with a forearm shot across the face!  Christian staggers but stands as Pain kicks him in the stomach, and slices across his chest with a knife edge chop!  Eddie goes stumbling and Rich hauls him over his shoulder, to charge for the Powerslam at the table!!]

Jack:  BAD SEED RUNNING

Vik:  EDDIE SLID OFF!  AND PUSHING RICH AT PAIN!

Jack:  PATTERSON INTO PAIN!  AND JOHNNY OH HE HIT HIS HEAD ON THE BACK OF THE TABLE!!

Shane:  GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY! THAT'S GONNA LEAVE A MARK!

Owen:  Mark for himself....

[Pain is rolling around, as he holds his skull!  Eddie beats into Rich with a desperation shot, and grabbing the face rakes it as hard as he can!  Patterson shouts in agonized fury and Eddie hooks him for the suplex, taking him up into the air and suplexing Rich's back off the top rope, lets go to twist and bomb Patterson into the canvas!]


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


Jack:  And Pain trying to get up, Eddie jumping back and yelling out!  Christian circling as Johnny to his feet..

Vik:  BOOM GOES THE SUPERKICK!!

 ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!***


[Pain turns and collapses on the table as Eddie holds his ribs, and climbing up top, holds Pain to pull him up and goes for the piledriver!  The Bad Seed tries to get up and Colt Montana and El Rey Futuro reach in to drag him out under the bottom rope!  The fans are cheering out in Madison Square Garden as Eddie Christian clutches Johnny Pain, and taking him up sits down to smash the Piledriver through the table breaking it to send pieces everywhere!!!!]



  ****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!****



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



Owen:  OH MY GOD AND EDDIE HURT HIMSELF!  HE HURT HIMSELF!!


Jack:  Of course he did he just put Pain through a table!  And Eddie in serious pain as he just put down Johnny, and true to his word, taking on all comers as Rich Patterson battling it out with fists with both El Rey and Colt Montana!!

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

Vik:  I have no idea but none of their tag partners in any shape to help!  Brawling on the outside!!

Shane:  Man Eddie Christian is impressing!

Owen:  Shut up Diamond!  Don't put over the competition!

Jack:  HERE COMES COLT AT RICH PATTERSON CATCHES AND SPINEBUSTERS HIM DOWN INTO THE FLOOR OF MSG!!


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


Vik:  Patterson rolling right back in and Eddie Christian trying to limp up, Rich throwing that table in the corner and running to cut off Eddie with a knee to the guts!!

[The fans boo as Rich drags Christian around!  Setting him up for the powerbomb, The Bad Seed gutwrenches Eddie up into the air but as he turns for the bomb Christian counters with a hurricanrana to send Bad Seed flying!!!

Jack:  JOHNNY PAIN SMASHING EDDIE CHRISTIAN WITH THE ENZULARIAT!!

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

Vik:  What's this!  PAIN TAKING EDDIE DOWN IN THE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT!! 

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

Jack:  CASTRO SHAW UP AND TACKLING INTO JOHNNY PAIN!!  CASTRO BEATING ON PAIN!!

[MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  RICH PATTERSON GETTING UP!!  AND EDDIE RUNNING THE SIDE!


[Christian comes off the ropes as Rich rolls at his feet!  Eddie hops clean over to continue across and Rich rises for the backdrop but Eddie leapfrogs over top but as he does Rich stands to catch him and twists to run!  The fans roar out and Patterson slams Eddie through the table with a monster powerbomb sending wood and splinters everywhere!!!]



  ****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!****



Jack:  THE BAD SEED PUT DOWN EDDIE CHRISTIAN! 


Owen:  I LOVE IT!!  THESE GUYS TORE EACH OTHER APART!!


Vik:  AND THIS MATCH IS OVAA!!!


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER.... RICH PATTERSON, CASTRO SHAW AND JOHNNY PAIN!!!


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


Jack:  And Patterson can barely walk but he's demanding the Referee hold up his arm!  And Patterson in a bad way, but he wants us all to know he's gunning for the title- both titles, at Wrestlebowl!  And now, now even pointing to you Owen Cage and Shane Diamond!!


Owen:  COME ON SASSAFRAS!  FEELIN LUCKY!?  DO YA!!

Shane:  BETTER MEN THAN YOU HAVE KICKED OUR ASS!!

Vik: Oh Geez!  Security in the ring and pulling everyone apart, this is a match that just about imploded!  The Bad Seed just able to get the duke and everyone wants to kill each other!  The Fusion Title there will be a Boneyard Brawl winner take all!!!

[Castro shouts and spits at Johnny Pain as Rich Patterson goes for Eddie Christian.  He drags four people with him as Security holds back The Born Champion, Colt Montana and El Rey Futuro trying to get through the guards.  The fans in MSG are cheering and The Bad Seed steps through, shouting at the guards to let him go and drops down to storm for the back.] 

Jack:  Guys sit down.  Rich Patterson leaving the ring and looking like he survived through hell and back, leaving Eddie Christian to sit in the ring and just watch, this has to be a disappointing turn of events but the Born Champion we know will dig down deep to not only survive the Boneyard Brawl but regain the tag team titles you two stole.

Owen:  You know what I do have to give the man some credit, he does have heart.  I mean we do give credence to Fighting Champions... as stupid as they are.  And that's why next time we get him in the ring, Shane and I have decided to hand over the tag team title belts to Eddie and Marissa, just to let them know that going into this thing, we won't be jumping from behind it's gonna be a straight up tag contest and as long as Bad Luck doesn't win, the better team will finally be proven once and for all.  Now if you'll excuse us, I have to bang my girlfrien-

Vik:  Text me pictures!

Owen:  Yeah buddy.

Jack:  Disgusting.  Folks SPW Ascension continues, we've got the new Hardcore Match coming next, stay tune but first a word and special time requested... Rich Patterson your winner over The Born Champion as we head towards our Boneyard Brawl at Wrestlebowl for the Fusion Title belt.

["Low" by Cracker kicks off as Lindsey Page walks through the curtains.  Wearing her black tank top and leather fringed pants, the fiery redhead storms down the aisle on the way to the ring.  The fans stand up as a cheer begins to break out across MSG.  Page does not slap hands, instead a determined and pissed off look on her face as the normally gorgeous athlete scowls in fury.  "Lindsey Page" flashes across the SPWTron as highlights show her hitting a jumping DDT on Katie Smith!!]

"Sometimes I wanna take you down
Sometimes I wanna get you low
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Take you down, let the river flow

Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles"

[Page reaches the ring and climbs the stairs.  Looking around, she changes gears and drops down to go for the weapons at ringside.  Reaching a shopping cart, Page grabs out a garbage can full of weapons and checks its contents!  An Ipad, a cane, a crutch and a baseball bat are shown among other items and instruments of pain!]


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


"I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stone
I'll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey, hey, hey like being stone!"

[Page circles the ring, smacking hands with the fans with her fingerless gloves.  She is fuming, pacing and ready to kill as she stares out with evil intentions.  Simply waiting at ringside, Page is almost zen in her infuriated glaze.]


Emily:  THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS A HARDCORE MATCH!!  INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM TANNERSVILLE PENNSYLVANIA, WEIGHING IN AT 127 POUNDS, THIS IS


LINDSEY!  PAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!


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


Jack:  And Lindsey Page is furious at almost being crucified live on international TV but she asked for a Woman's Hardcore match and talk about getting out some frustration, this is now a violent fight this ain't a wrestling match.

Vik:  Yeah no kidding this is gonna be off the chain!

[Page is circling the ring, tossing a garbage can in with weapons bouncing out!  A crutch, a tennis racket, a baseball bat, and a license plate topple out.  Lindsey goes around the ring, to a shopping cart and pulls out a Stop sign, and tossing that in, pulls up a neon yellow Smoke sign!  The fans cheer out as Page shoves that in too, and takes up an IPad!  She chucks that in too and pulling on the bottom rope, yells out to the fans as they cheer back.  She takes up a Jester Chad Allen "Psycho Sweethearts" T-Shirt and wipes her ass with it, before rolling into the ring.  The fans are cheering as she motions for a mic and rips it from Emily Faith.]

Lindsey:  TIFFANY!!  I told you I told EVERYONE here in SPW!  I am not some big breasted, inflated stereotypical bitch!  Never have been, never will be!  But that's not good enough y'all gotta come and test me, to see if I'm right.  Well if I was a piece of ass I'd have know better than to call for a Hardcore match right here in New York City, right here in MSG!


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


Lindsey:  But you know what?  I don't even want to speak anymore.  I don't care, I've had it- just bring your bleach blonde ass out here and I will crush your face inside out.  BRING IT LANE!!


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 "Take it back take it back take it back..."


[There's a MASSIVE FACE POP as "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado blares over the loudspeakers and the fans rush to the railings to see the Queen of SPW!! The beautiful tanned face of Tiffany Lane flashes onscreen with pink lipstick as she laughs and blows a kiss as her name reads in the shape of pink

"Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start, screaming
Come on everybody whatchu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me or be me"

[Suddenly, the curtains part in a white flash of light!  Tiffany Lane slowly steps through them causing the Shootfire Faithful to pop huge in the arena! "The Blonde Bombshell" wears a long feathered and silvery pink satin robe, turning around and slowly opens her robe to show off her perfect toned, muscled and enhanced body! Lane wears a pink, satin and lace, bra top and pink, satin hot pants, trimmed in lace. She completes the look with with pink, platform boots, her long luxurious blonde hair falling straight down her back. She does a quick shimmy and shake before giving a toss of her gorgeous mane!]

"Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cards
Make you fall, fall in love"
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!

[With an arrogant smirk, she sashays down the aisle, treating it as if it were her own personal runway, brushing pink french manicured fingertips with the outstretched hands of the fans and adding an extra wiggle to her walk. The SPW Tron shows Tiffany hitting Iris Galiver with the Icebreaker onto a chair!!]

"And when she walks she walks with passion
When she talks she talks like she can handle it
When she asks for something boy she means it
Even if you never, ever seen it
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
You doing anything to keep her by your side
Because, she said she love you, love you long time!"


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


"Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cards
Make you fall, fall in love!
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
Make you buy cars
Make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!

[She climbs the ringside stairs before making a show of slipping through the  top and middle ropes!  Lane enters the ring and raises up her arms!!  The SPWTron shows Tiffany Lane diving from the top turnbuckle with a Swanton Bomb to the floor!!  Inside the ring, Lane ducks down low and whips her head up, giving off the Hair Toss O' Doom as her gossamer locks shimmer down in golden rivelets, the audience rocking the arena with massive jeers!!]


Emily: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA, STANDING 5 FOOT 8 AND WEIGHING IN AT 125 POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL, REPRESENTING THE YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL....


    TIFFAAAAAAAAAANY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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

 
Jack:  Tiffany in the ring and wearing stylish designer blue jeans and a Bad Seed tank top, fists taped up in pink duct tape no less- like Hardcore Barbie and Referee Todd Lucchesi calling for the bell, Lindsey with a license plate in hand-


 *DINGDINGDING!!!!!*


****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!***


Vik:  PAGE JUST DECKED LANE ACROSS THE SKULL!!!


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


[Lindsey twists the arm over and yanking the arm, throws the kick into the stomach and grabbing a handful of blonde hair, jumps to slam the bulldog right into the mat!!  The fans cheer as Tiffany rolls over, holding her head and Lindsey kicks her upside the ribs!  The fans are roaring as Page yells down, cursing as Tiffany tries to rise, and Lindsey goes for the crutch to do more damage!]

Vik:  PAGE Taking out her frustrations whoa baby!!  

Jack:  Lindsey with the crutch up and Tiffany rolling right from the ring!


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


Vik:  LANE takes a powder!  Walking around the ring she can't believe that Lindsey Page would - that anyone would actually treat her like this!  At a four time World Champion she feels like she's wrestling royalty!

Jack:  Page has had it after being nearly destroyed and used all because Jester Chad Allen wants Iris Galiver back!  Using her friendship to try and lure Iris back, it almost got Lindsey seriously hurt!

Vik:  And now sliding out as Lindsey to the floor to go after Lane-  TIFFANY CHARGING AND DROPKICK INTO PAGE!!


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


Jack:  Took advantage and Page knocked over!  And Tiffany clawing for her hair, dragging Lindsey up and RUNS HER INTO THE POLE!!


[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  LANE banging Lindsey senseless!  Pulling her up and SNAKE EYES ON THE APRON!!


[Page slides to the floor, trying to rise, on all fours as Tiffany shoves the camera back out of her way- and then turning shoves the camera down!  The picture swings to look at the floor sideways and Lane's pink boot walks past as she's got the camera cord!  Tiffany swings the cord down and whips into Lindsey's back, slashing her with the wire!!]


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


Vik:  LINDSEY Screaming out!

Jack:  This is hard to watch!  And LANE WHIPPING HER AGAIN!!!!

Vik:  Lindsey in agony!  And Tiffany talking trash, wrapping the wire around her neck and throttling Page, twisting her around and locking the head, kicks back and RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!!



  ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!***



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


Jack:  PAGE hurt and holding her head with both arms!  And Tiffany standing back, and sure to raise up her arms to the crowd!!


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


[Lane is smiling, and placing Lindsey's head against the guardrail, steps on her face and facewashes Lindsey's cheek right into the metal bars!!  The fans boo out as Tiffany drags Page up with both hands, and smashes her throat right into the railing!  Lane shoves down, choking Page out against the barricade as fans rise up to yell at Tiffany Lane!!]


Jack:  LANE CHOKING PAGE OUT!! IT'S ALL LINDSEY CAN DO TO BREATHE!!!!


Vik:  Her fans standing up to shout at Tiffany Lane, LANE cursing at them to sit down and Page waving- she has a beer!!


[Page opens the beer right in Lane's face!!  The fans scream as Tiffany shrieks, staggering back and holding her eyes as the suds drip down her face!  Lindsey coughs, trying to get up as Lane is soaked!  Lindsey charges and floors Tiffany with a monster lariat!]


Jack:  BEER BLAST TO THE FACE AND THE LARIAT LANE IS DOWN!!


Vik:  BIG ASSIST FROM THE FANS!!  AND PAGE STILL ALIVE!


Jack:  Lindsey in a bad way, but Lane miserable and soaking!  Tiffany Lane trying to get up, slipping in her own beer as Page KICKS HER IN THE HEAD!!


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


Vik:  And now Lane down, Lindsey taking her right up and tossing her into the ring!!

Jack:  And now coming in to take the beating to the Queen of SPW, Lindsey climbing the ropes to get inside nooo!  Dropping down she is reaching under the ring what is this!?


[Page throws her head up, wiping her red hair back as she produces a black bag!  The fans roar out as Lindsey rolls right inside, and as Tiffany tries to crawl up, Page opens the back to spill a litter of thumbtacks all over the mat!]


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


Jack:  PAGE HAS BROUGHT THE THUMB TACKS IN!!  TIFFANY TRYING TO RISE AND LINDSEY HAS HER HEAD!  OH NO!!!


Vik:  SNAPS THE SUPLEX AND TIFFANY LANE SENT INTO THE TACKS!!!!!!



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


Jack:  OH MY GOD!!!  AND TIFFANY LANE SITTING UP SCREAMING!  TACKS IN HER BACK!!  TACKS STICKING RIGHT INTO HER BACK!!!


Vik:  LINDSEY CHARGING THE ROPES AND COMES RUNNING BACK DROPKICK RIGHT INTO THE FACE!!!


Jack:  LANE AGAIN RIGHT BACK INTO THE TACKS!!!!!


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


[Lane rolls over, tacks sticking into her hand as she tries to get up, crawling through the pain as Lindsey drags her up, and looking to the fans lets out an unholy scream of her own!!]


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


Jack:  PAGE FOR THE POWERBOMB INTO THE TACKS!!!


Vik:  LANE COUNTERS WITH A BACKDROP INSTEAD!  PAGE INTO THE TACKS!!!


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


Jack:  LINDSEY KICKING AND STRUGGLING!  AND TIFFANY LANE TO THE STOP SIGN!  


[Page gets up to her knees and Tiffany shouts as she slams the sign down on her skull!!]


 ***CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH!!!!****


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


Vik:  And Lindsey!  Lindsey not moving brotha... she looks out!  Tiffany Lane can barely stand, blood running from numerous cuts in her back and arms, Lane fueled on by fighting for her life, hell fighting for sheer survival!  And blood, blood just running from her head where JCA put the crown of barbed wire, the tiara for Iris Galiver on her head.  We knew that injury would come into play and now Page just bleeding like a faucet.

[Tiffany moves to the ropes in sheer agony, and demands the Referee pull the tacks from her back!  The Official complies as Lane curses Lindsey, demanding she be fired from Shootfire Pro!  The fans are standing up to give Lane heel heat and Tiffany shouts they should be banned for making her bleed!]


[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  And all this because of JCA!

Vik:  Yeah no doubt!  No kidding!  

Jack:  Tiffany has had enough, taking that trash can and telling Page she's nothing but garbage!  What's this!?

[Lane drags Lindsey over by her hair and puts the trash can over her head, shoving it down over Page.  Tiffany grabs up the IPad and heading to the corner, pauses as a wave of exhaustion passes through her, wracking her body.  Tiffany climbs the second buckle and leaping clear off, drives the IPad straight into the trash can as she crushes the can into Page!]


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


Vik:  LINDSEY PAGE SMUSHED BY TIFFANY LANE!  BUT LANE HURT HERSELF!!!


Jack:  Dear LORD you gotta feel for these wrestlers!  Tiffany Lane bleeding, Page bleeding, these two tearing up Madison Square Garden like never before!  And Lindsey hurting so bad that she can't even move, Lane now with the baseball bat and holding Page's head back- what is this!?


Vik:  SHOVING THE HANDLE DOWN HER THROAT!!!


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


Jack:  WHAT THE HELL!!  TIFFANY LANE TRYING TO CHOKE PAGE AND LINDSEY FIGHTING TO GET THE BAT OUT OF HER MOUTH- LANE SHOVING DOWN AND LINDSEY WITH A HANDFUL OF TACKS!!!


[Page clenches the tacks and throws them in Tiffany's face!  Lane shrieks as she claws at her face, staggering back as Lindsey pulls the bat from her mouth!  Coughing, Page crawls up, as Tiffany wanders into the ropes pulling at her face, and Lindsey rises, lurching up like death and heading for the tennis racket, rips it up and as Lane turns around Page serves her with the racket right into the top of her head!]


Vik:  LANE KNOCKED SIDEWAYS!!


Jack:  AND LINDSEY HAULING HER UPSIDE DOWN!  HEADING OVER AND SITS DOWN FIRE THUNDER DRIVER INTO THE STOP SIGN!!!!


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


Vik: LANE IS OUT!!  AND LINDSEY PAGE WITH THE LEG SHE HAS IT HOOKED!!


 "FUCK HER UP LINDSEY, FUCK HER UP!"  *CLAP CLAP*


[Lucchesi drops down and the fans count out as he slams the mat!]


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Jack:  SAMANTHA BEVINS AT RINGSIDE!!


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


Vik:  SSB DISTRACTING THE REFEREE!!!  SHE DOES NOT WANT TO SEE LANE PINNED!!


Jack:  PAGE UP AND CURSING!!


[Blood runs down Lindsey's face in a red sheet, draining in lines on her neck!  Tiffany twitches, a leg kicking out as the Official yells at Samantha and Page pulls him around by his shirt collar!  She goes to Lane and drags her up right as Tiffany takes her over, with the schoolgirl and pulls her pants to hook the fall!!]


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



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Jack:  PAGE KICKS OUT!  BUT JUST IN TIME!!


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


Vik:  Tiffany Lane trying to get to her feet, miserable as she shouts to complain at Samantha who asks if she wants to stop this match?  Lane refusing and SSB there's nothing she can do!  It's not her show man!

Jack:  No kidding and Samantha can only watch, Tiffany swearing she has this one.  Page to her feet and Lane BACKHANDS THE TASTE OUT OF HER MOUTH!!


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


Vik:  Lane talking shit!  And motioning up, cursing out she HEADBUTTS PAGE TO HER KNEES!!

[Lane whips her head back in a flash of golden and red!  The crowd is booing in MSG as the Queen of SPW grabs her head and does a shimmy dance up and down then smacks the knee upside Page's face!  Tiffany blanches at the blood on her leg and holding the arms, drags Page around and Flips her over her shoulders with a Tiger Suplex!!!]


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


Jack:  BRIDING TIGER SUPLEX!  AND THE PIN!!



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Jack:  PAGE KICKED OUT!  SHE'S ALIVE!!!


Vik:  LINDSEY GETTING UP!  AND TIFFANY WITH THE KICK RIGHT INTO THE STOMACH!!


Jack:  LANE STONED BITCH STUNNER!  LINDSEY IS OUT!!!


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


Vik:  SHE HAS THIS!!



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 *DINGDINGDING!!!*


Jack:  And Sensuous Samantha Bevins ushering a wave of trainers in as they run inside to check on Tiffany Lane, padding her with pink towels we just saw one heck of a match.  Lindsey Page, perhaps suffering from her injuries sustained at the hands of Jester Chad Allen... she challenged the Blonde Bombshell to a hardcore match and that's exactly what they did.  

Vik:  Page pulls it out in a tough one, no sorry Lane rather, Tiffany she wins and many most forget despite all her bitching and carrying on, that Lane is one of the best if not the best in the game and has been.  So she acts like a diva, this here is exactly why.

Jack:  Yeah SSB no shortage of help either.  Big assist from Samantha.  Competition is so tough here.  In any case valiant, great, great match.  Thank you to both Superstars and on this night, Tiffany Lane the better woman.  You're watching Ascension, from MSG in New York City, ladies and gentlemen, stay tune.

["Ladies and Gentlemen" starts blasting over the PA, and without much preamble, Dave Pietka starts sauntering out and making his way to the ring with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.]

Jack: "Heavy Mental" Dave Pietka coming out, even though he doesn't have a match anymore.

Vik: Well, maybe he's just decided to have a few words with everyone tonight?

Jack: Maybe, Vik. For a guy who says that actions matter more than words, The Evil Voodoo Icon always loves a chance to speak to the crowd.

Vik: Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he would be the first one to tell you that. He certainly likes the sound of his own voice, after all.

[Pietka throws the bag into the ring, and rolls in. Not a whole lot of showmanship from the "Greatest Entertainer in SPW History," but he doesn't seem to be in a happy mood as he walks over, demanding a microphone.]

Jack: Can't be happy that his match was cancelled either.

Vik: Duh.

[As he's handed a microphone, he just steps towards the middle of the ring, looking out to the crowd. As the music dies out, Pietka brings the mic to his lips, looking out to the crowd with a bit of a sullen look on his face.]

Dave Pietka: Well, well, kiddies... it looks as if things have changed.

[He looks out to the crowd and nods his head, almost solemnly.]

Dave Pietka: I guess there is a reason why the words "Card Subject To Change" is plastered all over the place. After that wonderful little clusterbang on Conquest, Whisper is, what we in the business like to call, on the D.L.. That means all you wonderful people who came down to partake in our Circus... don't get to have as much Circus as we initally promised.

[He lowers his head, shaking it emphatically. Sorrowfully, even.]

Dave Pietka: I know, I know. This eats. I really was looking forward to putting on a show for you guys...

[His head comes back up, and he's smiling his well-known Chesire Cat smile.]

Dave Pietka: ...so I'm going to!

*YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!*

Dave Pietka: Kiddies, Your Ol' Pal Voodoo doesn't want anyone to go away from a SPW event without the satisfaction of knowing your hard-earned dollars were, indeed, well-spent. After all, we're only here for such a short time, and you all have your hopes high to see who you came to see... like me.

Dave Pietka: I don't want anyone to go home disappointed... because the one thing I have found I absolutely suck at is disappointing you guys! So, here's what we're gonna do.

[Pietka points at the SPW-Tron, smiling the whole while.]

Dave Pietka: CAN I HAVE SIXTY SECONDS ON THE CLOCK, PLEASE?

[And a big "60" appears on the screen, and Pietka walks to the center of the ring.]

Dave Pietka: Here's what happening, kiddies... and all you guys in the back, listen up, because this concerns you, too. We're gonna play a game, and that game is called... "OPEN CHALLENGE!"

*YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!*

Jack: DAVE PIETKA IS ISSUING AN OPEN CHALLENGE TO THE LOCKER ROOM!

Vik: HAH! I have to wonder who'd want to come out, or if they'd be climbing over each other to get to him!

Dave Pietka: When I say, "Would you please start the timer," that big-ass sixty on the screen's gonna get smaller and smaller and smaller. The first guy who get the Production Crew to play their little ego-booster of an entrance song before time runs out gets to come down here and have a big ol' tussle with Your Ol' Pal Voodoo.

Dave Pietka: You can come out after I say it, or you can wait until the timer's down to one... but if that timer reaches Zero? Well...

[Pietka picks up the duffle bag he brought with him, holding it up.]

Dave Pietka: This folks are gonna get entertained one way or the other, and here in my bag here is, "the other." See, one of my favorite past-times... and by that, I mean 'things I like to do in the privacy of my home,' is act out scenes from Monty Python movies all by my onesies.

[He lowers it... and his smile gets wider.]

Dave Pietka: So, either one of you yahoos is gonna come out and help me give these people a show... or I'm gonna do it myself, and put on a one-man rendition of "Life Of Brian," and I won't be leaving this ring until I'm fuckin' done... or they tranquilize me!

Jack: AND NOW HE'S THREATENING TO HIJACK THE SHOW!

Vik: HA HAAAA! I almost don't want anyone to come out! I'd LOVE to see this!

Dave Pietka: Seriously, anyone at all. Doesn't matter if you fought eariler, I don't care. Marcus Davis, Marissa Monet, Sammy Knight, Colt Montana, Nathan Gyth, Jean Pierre Celine... hell, I'll even fight ONO HEZONFAIA... but it better be someone soon... because...

[Pietka drops his bag, and then points at the SPW-Tron.]

Dave Pietka: WOULD YOU PLEASE START THE TIMER?

[And away it goes... 60... 59... 58...]

Dave Pietka: ...clock's ticking, kiddies.

["Learn to Craw" by Black Lab begins to fill the airwaves.]
 
Emily: Coming down the aisle from Parts Unknown! Weighing in at 220lbs! Here is WHISPER!

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

 
"You can laugh
you can feel fine
You can dance with a little twist
Tell your pretty red haired babe to forget that I exist
Can you see yourself in my bed at night?
Would you leave me at the side of the road?
Would you walk right up to me?
Would you talk to me?"
 
[With a sweep of his arm, Whisper swiped the curtains away from in front of him! The crowd cheering as the masked superstar stepped out to the top of the rampway, taking a knee and smacking his fists straight down into the platform next to him. Crossing his arms across his chest and throwing them out to his sides. Fireworks exploding around him and raining down with a shower of red and white sparks!!]

Jack:  WHISPER COMING OUT HERE I THOUGHT HE WAS OUT!!

Vik:  GOING AGAINST DOCTOR'S ORDERS!!  AND PIETKA CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

"I'm already asking
Down on my knees
I'm already begging
Begging you please"
 
[Standing up, Whisper walks down the aisle, his hands extending out to the fans. Touching hands as he walks by to the ring, climbing up onto the apron, Whisper runs down the apron and runs up the buckles perching with one foot on the top and looking out over the crowd. Placing his fist over his chest, he raises his fist in the air showing his love to the crowd, and the fans in MSG cheer back!!!]

"Can you teach me how to fly? (c'mon)
See I'm scared to die (c'mon)
We've only just begun to learn to crawl
Can you teach me how to fight? (c'mon)
Will you keep me up all night? (c'mon)
Will you be there on the ground if I should fall?
Fall for you"
 
[Whisper grips the top turnbuckle, one hand standing on it for a moment as he enters into the ring. Bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, he turns around and offers a slight bow of his head to the official and again to the opposition.  Pietka looks shocked, and nodding in disbelief opens his arms and gets ready to fight.]

Jack:  WHISPER IS HERE AND WANTING TO COMPETE!!

Vik:  MAN'S INSANE!!

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

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


Jack: Still very little known about Whisper's backstory: he's been on the receiving end of Spooky Doom's infamous Hell's Guillotine last Conquest and more recently has fallen to JDM's latest hitman, Johnny Pain!

Vik: Now Pietka, he's a legend in this sport! A former World champion, a favorite to win the Wrestlebowl main event, you gotta imagine that he'd be the favorite to win this match even without Whisper's handicap!

Jack: Do not sell Whisper short, Vik. This is the Garden, where everyone picks up their games and dreams DO come true!

[And while everyone was talking; Whisper was laying it into Pietka! Lefts, rights, all culminating into a roaring elbow that knocks Pietka into the ropes, as he bounces back and pulls Whisper by the tights into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a neckbreaker!]

Vik: AND THESE MEN ARE FIGHTING! Dave Pietka, no rookie to this game, knows what to do to turn a bad situation around through the well-timed use of technical maneuvers!

Jack: Pietka SEEMS to have things well in hand, using his experience and ring savvy to keep control over a very volatile opponent-

Vik: With only a FRACTION of Dave's experience! Trust me on this, Voodoo knows what he's doing out there! Off the ropes and STOMPS the arm; he saw what Johnny Pain did to Whispy and now he's going to take advantage of the situation!

Jack: Whisper writhing in pain, you can bet he's still feeling the attack from before this contest and now Voodoo, using some manner of double reverse armbars- Whisper fighting it!

[Because as Dave was trying to lock the move in, Whisper immediately scrambles towards the ropes, denying Pietka his hold. Ref moves over for the clean break... and doesn't get it.]

Jack: CHEAP SHOT!

Vik: Whisper deserved it. You don't get to be in Pietka's league without expecting every dirty blow imaginable in wrestling to come your way!

[Pietka continues the assault, grabbing onto Whisper's legs even as he holds onto the ropes but his proves to be his undoing as Whisper pulls hard, dragging Pietka with him and tipping him over the top rope!]

Jack: Woah! I'd call that a modified bodyscissors takeover to the outside, and Pietka doesn't know what the hell is going on!

Vik: Come on, Dave's certainly been in wilder situations than that!

Jack: Whisper, with the springboard plancha, both men down!

[And it's a big pop for Whisper as he get's up, fist in the air! Grabs Pietka and whips him hard into the barricade.]

Jack: And Whisper doesn't give a ding-dong about his injuries, he's gonna become a star TONIGHT at the Madison Square Garden!

Crowd: OLEEEEE OLE OLE OLE!!!! OLEEEEEEEEE! OLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Vik: INCOMING!

Jack: YAKUZA KICK wakes this place up! Pietka crumbles into a heap, Whisper can win this right here... if he doesn't get counted out!

[As if hearing those words from the broadcasting position, Whisper drags his opponent to the ring... Only for Pietka to free himself on his way and swing Whisper's arm into the ringpost before rolling into the ring!]

Vik: GREAT presence of mind by the Evil Voodoo Warrior! Slams the arm into the ringpost, resets the count and now we'll see... the Chair Swinging Samurai himself!

Jack: That's an instant disqualification and you know it!

Vik: Just watch the master at work.

[Pietka rolls outside, punishing Whisper once more with a deep chop to the chest. A DDT floors Whisper and immediately Pietka looks underneath to find... A STEEL CHAIR!!]

Vik: Steel Chair Samurai and the crowd goes wild!

Jack: Instant DQ if used and we both know Dave Pietka doesn't want that... I think. And referee catches him with chair in hand, CHAIR IN HAND!

[Pietka immediately drops the foreign weapon in front of Whisper, arguing with the referee that this is simply not what it appears to be. This leaves Whisper with all the opportunity in the world to grab the chair himself for his own nefarious purposes!]

Jack: Now Whisper has the steel chair-

Vik: AND PIETKA PUNCHES THAT CHAIR RIGHT INTO WHISPER'S FACE! Steel Portrait of an Asshat; that shit never gets old!

Jack: Pietka might not have "directly" used the chair, but the referee wants no part of it! He's telling Dave to take that chair back or he'll disqualify him.

Vik: Kind'a bit of abuse of power there...

Jack: Pietka relents and tosses Whisper back into the ring... Can this be it? BLACK CRUSH- AND IT CONNECTS!

Vik: Covers him!

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Vik: INCREDIBLE!

Jack: WHISPER IS STILL IN THIS ONE! Textbook Black Crush by Dave Pietka, incredible move after shoving a steel chair into Whisper's face but that just wasn't enough to take out the enigmatic luchador!

Vik: Pietka s'got a wide range of technical maneuvers to take out Whisper. And others that aren't!

Jack: Looking for the double underhook DDT... WHISPER BACKDROPS PIETKA! HE'S STILL IN IT!

[BIG CROWD POP!!!]

Jack: Pietka quick to his feet... Only to eat a few from Whisper! Lefts and rights, buzzsaw-like kicks assaulting the sides of Heavy Mental himself! Whips him into the ropes, reversal by Pietka, Whisper ducks to the apron...

Vik: This could end ugly...

Jack: Springboard leg lariat floors Dave Pietka!!!  Can Whisper turn this one around? Whisper going for the Ligerbomb-

Vik: ROCHAMBEAU!!!

Jack: LOW BLOW... AND I THINK THE REFEREE SAW IT!

[Whisper crumples to a fetal heap as Dave Pietka tries to explain his actions to the referee. The official just about to throw this match out as Pietka tries to argue that his foot hit the stomach and that Whisper is clearly faking. Throughout it all... a roll-up?]

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Jack: ALMOST PULLED ONE OVER HEAVY MENTAL!!!

Vik: FAKER! FAKER! FAKER!

Jack: Vik, just because someone got kicked in the balls, doesn't mean that they're knocked senseless and can't do anything in response. Whisper is indeed hurting, but despite the attack on his arm, despite the attack on his balls-

Vik: Will Whisper ever be able to masturbate ever again? This is what the fans NEED to know.

Jack: Whisper struggling to get to his feet... lands a kick on Pietka, followed by another, rolling sobat- DENIED! Pietka answers with an elbow smash and a gutwrench powerbomb-

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Vik: It's not enough to pin Whisper!

Jack: He's been attacked by Johnny Pain, on the receiving end of Spooky Doom's Hell's Guillotine but Whisper... Will not quit!

Vik: Meanwhile Pietka is looking for the reverse armbar again... scissors the other arm; think Whisper might quit now!

[And Whisper rolls around on the mat, flailing helpless as Pietka seeks to keep the double reverse armbar locked in!]

Jack: Painful submission maneuver from Pietka here, taking advantage of Johnny Pain's attack during Conquest! Now Whisper trying to get a handstand out of it, Whisper looking for a way out!

[The audience holds it's breath as Whisper stands on his head, trying to break Pietka's grip on the double armbar...]

Jack: AND WHISPER DOES IT! Breaks the grip from Pietka's legs and he is MOUNTING the Evil Voodoo Icon, laying it thick with big lefts and rights while he has the chance!

Vik: Better watch with these lefts and rights or Whisper just might re-injure his arm!

[Indeed, Whisper soon needs to relent from his full mount, nursing his arm after all the attacks it went through. But just as Pietka get's to his knees, Whisper springs back on the attack with a Shining Wizard to the face!]

Jack: SHATTER GLASS!!! And Whisper is BACK on top of Pietka raining blows on the SPW Hall of Famer!!!

[AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!]

Vik: This is stupid! This is tactically reprehensible!

Jack: Whisper doesn't care, he is taking it to the Shootfire Icon and making a name for himself in the process! THIS COULD VERY WELL BE THE HIGH POINT OF WHISPER'S CAREER!!!

[The fans are on their feet, but the brutal punishment to Whisper's arm soon takes it's toll, the blows weakening in strength until Pietka can cover himself sufficiently well to block the onslaught and turn Whisper over.]

Vik: FINALLY! I am proven right once again and now it's Pietka gaining the full mount on Whisper!

Jack: Wait a minute Vik, this doesn't look so much like a full mount as it does a side mount, in fact, Whisper's legs are rather high and wrapped around Pietka's waist-

Vik: That ain't a side mount, that's a guard!

Jack: That ain't a guard, that's a TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!

[And Whisper's legs wrap around Pietka's neck, with the masked luchador doing everything he can to hold upon Pietka's arm and keep the hold locked. Meanwhile, Pietka is trying everything to break the hold, from trying to link his arms together to struggling every which way but he JUST CANNOT FIND AN ESCAPE!!!]

Jack: Dave Pietka in dire straits: Whisper has finished up plenty of opponents with his Triangle Choke submission! Meanwhile, Dave Pietka, MMA aficionado himself, looking every which way for a key out of the deadly choke hold!

Vik: This shouldn't even be legal! I mean, it's a Triangle CHOKE! Emphasis on CHOKE!

Jack: Blood chokes are legal in SPW.

Vik: But it's still a CHOKE!

Jack: You're being a choke of an announcer is what you are, Vik! Pietka is trying to roll left and right, lifting himself up and down... but there's no escaping the lock! Now he's spinning around, what is Dave Pietka doing here?

[But Dave Pietka's strategy soon becomes obvious as he suddenly feels a rope by his feet before doing everything in his power to lie down so that his feet are at the very least underneath the ropes...]

Jack: And now by virtue of a technicality, the SPW rulebook demands that Whisper now release the hold! Very cagey of Pietka, looking every which way for an escape and eventually finding a ring rope, even if it's by the feel of feet.

Vik: Move over Barry Baldwin, Dave Pietka is the ultimate ring general! He keeps a cool head at all times, he knows exactly where he is inside the ring-

Jack: Seems to me like he was panicking and was looking blindly for an escape!

Vik: That's because you know NOTHING about pro-wrestling! Now watch this move!

Jack: PIETKA BOMBER.... DUCKED BY WHISPER- SUPERKICK! CATCHES DAVE RIGHT ON THE CHIN!!

Vik: NOT THE MOVE I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!!

Jack: Whisper leaps to the top rope... 450 SPLASH!!!!

Vik: OH MY GOD!!!


***FLASH***   ***FLASH***   ***FLASH***   ***FLASH***


[FINISHING MANEUVER POP!!!]


***FLASH***   ***FLASH***   ***FLASH***   ***FLASH***


Jack: WHIFFS SPECTACULARLY!!!


Vik: Dave Pietka with his knees up! Catches Whisper right in the stomach!



Jack: EVIL VOODOO DRIVER!!! EVIL VOODOO DRIVER!!! PIETKA GOES FOR THE COVER!!!


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Jack: PIETKA WINS IT!! PIETKA WINS IT!!!!


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER!  EVIL VOODOO DAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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


Vik: A hard battle with a lot of back and forth, with Whisper fighting through the pain and an injury against SPW's finest but in the end...

Jack: Whisper fought a good fight, but "Evil Voodoo Icon" Dave Pietka with the presence of mind and the victory over Whisper

Vik: Not to mention with the Evil Voodoo Driver!

Jack: A powerful weapon that all the World title contenders will have to fear at Wrestlebowl, Vik.  We will be right back ladies and gentlemen with our SPW Ascension main event.

 

 

[The backstage parking lot seems to be nearly abandoned... a few production trucks and cars, and maybe a couple of SPW Road Crewmembers and the random person in a business suit walking around doing their job. Heavy footfalls can be heard as someone walks into view... well-tailored designer suit, tinted sunglasses, and a massive smirk on his face... JDM Superstar. Traversing the lot with a very confident stride, he doesn't pay much, if any attention, to the people around him. SPW Employees, sure... but hardly in the scope of his control, and therefore, not worth his valuable attention.]

[So, as he passes a few pillars, he fails to notice someone leaning against it as he passes by. Not entirely his fault, as the person was leaning against the pillar in a way that JDM wouldn't see him unless he turned around as soon as he passed it. As crazy and radical of an idea that is... it probably wasn't that bad of one, considering who it is.]


[*SLAP! SLAP!*]


[The sound of a man's flesh slapping against the concrete pillar gets JDM's attention, and he does turn around, and his smirk seems to get wider as he looks over who just got his attention. A tight black t-shirt, jeans that had been widened out in the middle(for whatever reason,) a left hand in the pocket of those jeans, and a cold, unfeeling, stare...


...Quinn Scott...


JDM Superstar just chuckles a little as he takes a couple of steps towards Scott, who does little else beyond staring. After a few moments, JDM takes a look around and notices that apart from the SPW Road Crew and a few others, there really is no one else around. No Officials... No Power Structure... and his smirk disappears for a little.]

JDM Superstar: Thinking of pounding me into the floor, Scott? It is pretty much all you do, isn't it? It's all you can do, and sometimes, you don't even do it that well. Yeah, you got a couple of lucky wins as of late, but don't let it go to your head... or your knee.

[His smirk comes back, and he takes a cautious step towards Scott... after all, he's still just as capable of doling out a beating, if he has to.]

JDM Superstar: I wouldn't recommend it anyway, Scott. You see, I can get away with being this wonderful thorn in your side because I sit at the big boy's table. I help run this little organization, and it wouldn't really be that kosher to lay a hand on me... oh, that's RIGHT... you don't think you NEED to.

[He takes one more careful step towards Scott, who hasn't done anything else besides blink and keep his eyes focused on JDM.]

JDM Superstar: You really have lost a few marbles, haven't you? I didn't think you kept your brains or your common sense in your kneecaps, Scott. Did Castro hit you a little too hard, hmmm? Maybe a little visit from the EMT might get you back on your feel?

[JDM's smile goes completely sinister, as he takes yet another step towards Scott... and then jumps back abruptly.]

JDM Superstar: WHOA!

[Seems that Quinn's left hand rocketed out of his pocket and shot out towards JDM... not that he had to move, since Quinn came nowhere near touching him. His fingers are completely outstretched, and he waves his arm about, almost as if seeing if there were any way at all he could touch JDM Superstar from where he is... and discovering that he can't.]

Quinn Scott: Alright... this works.

JDM Superstar: This wo-? What the hell are you babbling about?

[Quinn turns his head and his gaze over to the left, to the 'random person in a business suit;' White-haired, clean-shaven, and bespectaled, who acknowledges Scott gaze and starts walking over, briefcase in hand. JDM just looks a little confused, but maintains what composure he can.]


JDM Superstar: What? You're gonna have some grey-haired guy-...

White-Haired Man: Jeffery Dylan Marsh?

JDM Superstar: That's JDM Superstar to you, old man.

White-Haired Man: Vincent Russoti, of Russoti, Whitehall, and Waters.

JDM Superstar: A lawyer? Sorry, I already have one.

[The White-Haired Man, Vincent Russoti, reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a collection of papers covered with a blue cover, and hands it to JDM.]

Vincent Russoti: I suggest you call him then, sir. I represent Mr. Scott, and I have a court summons for you.

JDM Superstar: ...excuse me?

Vincent Russoti: Consider yourself served, sir.

[Almost on instinct, JDM rips the papers from Vincent's hands and starts looking through it. Before he gets too far in, his eyes look back over to the white-haired lawyer.]

JDM Superstar: Why is my sister's name on here?

[He gets no response from Vincent, and he looks over at Quinn, who still has not even so much as changed his expression. He continues to look through the suit.]

JDM Superstar: Reckless Endangerment... Negligence... Conspiracy... Breach of Contract... what the fu-... What is this shit, old man?

Vincent Russoti: Shootfire Pro's event in Boston, Massachusettes, where you had your sister administer something to my client without his willful consent, which lead to his hospitalization for several weeks.

JDM Superstar: So Covington knocked him around while he was drugged, it's what he's paid to do. *looking at Quinn* This is your plan, Scott? You can't touch me for this!

Vincent Russoti: It wasn't Mr. Covington's actions that lead to his hospitalization, Mr. Marsh. It was yours and your sister's. The substance you had injected into my client caused several internal complications, and going over Mr. Scott's contract, this was not something he should have been subjected to without prior consent, which you never aquired.

[Scott folds his arms across his chest, still staring straight at JDM, who seems more angry and annoyed than anything else.]

JDM Superstar: *Having never taken his eyes off of Scott.* Whatever... this can easily be beaten, Scott. You really should have settled for trying to pound me in the dirt...

Vincent Russoti: Actually, Mr. Marsh, you made an admission of your actions on a live, public broadcast of your company's program. The only major reason we haven't reached you eariler was because you were overseas. If you hadn't come back sooner, we would have filed a motion to try you in absentia, though Mr. Scott has been vocal in his disapproval of that action.

[Quinn's nostrils flare, and then his lips part.]

Quinn Scott: I had to see the look on your face, Marsh.

Vincent Russoti: Should this go to trial, I have no doubt we can get the court to rule in our favor, Mr. Marsh.

[A manner of realization hits JDM Superstar. The same kind of realization that hits anyone nailed with a suit like this... the kind with dollar signs in front of it. He hurriedly scans the remainder of the documents, and then stops abruptly. His lips move slightly.. and then his eyes widen drastically. He looks over at Quinn, who still hasn't even moved from his spot.]

Quinn Scott: ...from the both of you.

JDM Superstar: What? But Jessica won't... and if I have... that would...

[The gears turn ins JDM's head... and his expression sours, and you can see the hatred and contempt in his face as he stares at Quinn Scott.]

JDM Superstar: You pathetic son of a bitch. You're not gonna beat me this way!

Vincent Russoti: In the meantime, Mr. Marsh, I suggest you be a little more careful in your actions concerning my client. While I understand the nature of your business, certain actions from you could cast a negative light on your own defense. My firm's number is included in the packet. Please have your attorney contact me.

[Vincent begins to walk away, and then turns to wait for Scott... who suddenly cracks a brief smile on his face, staring straight at Marsh.]

Quinn Scott: ...arm's reach, Marsh. It's petty, yes... but it suits you just fine, don't it?

[Scott finally moves from the pillar, following Vincent off-camera, as JDM just stands there and seethes.]

[The lights suddenly go out. Silence. Darkness. And then... the spotlight shines down upon the entrance aisle in the shape of a great white skull.]

"It's twilight and I wake up hot
My body's soaked in a cold, cold sweat
I reenact the lurid scenes
And clawed engravings in my head

["Die Dead Enough" by Megadeath plays from the loudspeakers as a lone figure comes out underneath the lights, a sombre wrestler in grey and sickly off-green who does NOT greet his fans. He stands as the audience jeers him, insensible to the crowd's taunt; because this is no ordinary wrestler but the unliving embodiement of Death inside the ring. It's a figure who is familiar to fans, yet irretrievably changed: the green skull mask, the grey hood and cape...]

Emily: Approaching the ring, accompanied by his manager STEVE GREEDY... He stands in at 5 feet seven and weighs 210 pounds... He is known as the Undead Superstar, the Evil Dead; SPOOKY DOOM!!


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


[Steve Greedy approaches his charge, always quick to vaunt his ability. Spooky Doom simply walks towards the ring, his cape billowing in the wind as he passes by, ignoring the fans.]

"Oh, I can't punch hard enough and I run
I can't kick high enough and I run
I can't shoot straight enough and I run
I can't hold on enough and I run"

"Oh, I can't stay down enough and I run
I can't take pain enough and I run
I can't bleed fast enough"

[Stepping through the ropes, the Spooky Doom simply discards his cape to Steve Greedy, revealing the muscular form underneath. The ref is there to administer last minute instructions, but Steve Greedy brushes him off as Doom hops in place, limbering up for his match.]

"I can't die dead enough!!!"


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


[The sound of five gunshots are heard!]


*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

[The sounds echo throughout the stirring arena as fans are on their feet.]

*POP*

[One more for good measure as simultaneously, the lights in the arena go out, rendering the crowd without light amongst an all black background. Suddenly the opening almost a cappella yet orchestral sounds of T.I.'s "I'm Back" blare throughout the arena's loudspeakers. A spot light begins to flash and circulate throughout the arena with every subsequent chord.]

"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
hard Imma ball on them squares I float
quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
but no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
and I flash like that
recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"

[The spotlight illuminates the top of the entrance way as a fire explodes from the entrance way as Sammy Knight is now standing, head bowed, fists clenched as he bobs his head to the song.]

"Any moment I decide thats enough of all your lies
noy your buzz just died
step inside super fly to the shoes in their coupe
then exit out with all the b-tches like we always do
my desire to retire growing every new coupe
cause these guys just don’t ride like mi n-gga you too
tight jeans, funny hair, cuz dancing on the screen
it’s about the real n-ggas in the game so it seems
just pretending holla pimpin get a sh-t a black eye eye
next he say he trapping in my head I’m like why"

[Knight is wearing all black. His creased pair of black Dickies' pants are held up by a black belt and hang loosely from his waist over a black pair of sneakers. A black wife beater clings tightly to his tatted and muscular frame.  On top of a his beater is a sleek yet very obvious all black chest protector.  Lastly, a black beanie is pulled tightly over his head. Plain yet deliberate, the all black attire is indicative of his demeanor. As he bobs his head, he pounds his chest two times with his closed fist and then raises his fist towards the ceiling.]


*BOOM!!!!!!!*



[A single shot firework rings out throughout the arena as Knight begins to walk down to the ring.]

"Be yourself, you aint got a pimp bone in ya body
I can tell ya aint never bought a key or caught a body
n-gga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane, Me and Boosie all go to prison
and they flip their whole image nigga tripping
listen, do for you that aint in the cars
think the power is in your gun but over all it’s in your heart
nowadays I don’t know wassup with niggas in the A
guess he think he in the game but he really in the way"

[This is a different Sammy Knight than we've seen in the past. Very controlled. Very deliberate. Very methodical. Knight is slowly walking down the aisle with a face that can be described as nothing less than angry as a scowl covers every inch of his facade. The honeymoon is over with Knight as recent frustrations have taken a visible toll on the former champion.  The crowd, for the first time in awhile is almost mixed in their response to Knight.]

"Violating, I was having conversations in the joint
but guess who done it and I promised I would put you on point
I’m disappointed in you dog you aint hold it down at all
but I aint going in your jaw just gon show ya how to ball
standin tall thru the storm on the yard or in the dorm
cats in prison who expecting me to represent for em"

[With each step towards the ring, the spot light flickers on and off of him. Knight's emotions are more and more visible. As he makes his way down the entry way, Knight acknowledges his fans with more head nodding and direct eye contact.]

"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
hard Imma ball on them squares I float
quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
but no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
and I flash like that
recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"

[As Knight nears ringside, he walks towards the stairs slowly and pauses. Surveying the crowd and bobbing his head more aggressively to the music.  Suddenly the bass and the rest of the beat drops.]

"Catch a fire see T.I add gas
whats a molotov cocktail to never break a glass
scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
I ain’t mad I forgive em, God I know they aint mean it
yeah I seen it all before, hey, I’m popping and they ain’t
rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t"

[Knight slowly enters the ring and walks to the center of it. As he stops directly on the SPW logo, he looks down at it, shaking his head. Pausing momentarily in his actions. He then looks out at the thousands and thousands of Shootfire Professional Wrestling fans.]

"Ain’t that lame but then that hatred manifest to pure malice
I’m no longer being callous so I’m gon let you n-ggas have it
won’t be satifsied till somebody dies and Im patient
waiting on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
I’mma let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
but know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to
hating in your blood, cuz, guess it’s just too late for you
all I could do is pray for you or organise a wake for you"

[Still looking out at the thousands of fans, Knight does a slow and calculated 360 degree survey of the arena. Knight walks towards a corner of the ring and he then slowly begins to climb up the turnbuckle, a semi-scowl covers his face.]

"Your choice, clearly I aint hearing your voice
keep it up and I’m gon send your ass to (?)
hey, you can the bottom partner Im gon bring the sky box
I got sh-t locked down nigga why stop now
Im so above you hover over suckers why drop down
I’m so profound its goes down and I never let you down…"

[As he sits on the turnbuckle, Knight once again lowers his heads and gathers himself, bobbing his head along to the beat. His arms rest folded in his lap as he leans on his elbows which are pressed against his knees.]

"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
hard Imma ball on them squares I float
quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
but no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
and I flash like that
recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"

[Knight then stands up on the top rope, once again pounding his chest two times before letting out a scream from the top of his lungs.]

**AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***

[Knight then jumps off the rope and as he lands, another shot from the firework gallery explodes throughout the arena!!]

**BOOM**


[Knight then takes the beanie off his head and throws it into the crowd. He stands in the middle of the ring, focused, staring and absolutely locked into the match ahead of him.  Andrew Davis slides in, popping up to stand alongside Knight just in case their tag team opponents have any early ideas.]

"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
hard Imma ball on them squares I float
quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
but no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
and I flash like that
recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"


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


Emily:  AND HIS OPPONENT!  FROM COMPTON CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 250 POUNDS!  THIS IS

SAAMMMY!  KNIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!


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


Jack:  Sammy Knight set to take on Spooky Doom and Lil Evil already talking smack up in Sammy's face!  Oh the fans here in MSG do not want to see this and Sammy swinging the clothesline!!


 *DINGDINGDING!*


Vik:  Spooky ducked it and kick to the leg!  Kick to the leg!  Fires the kick once again and headlock, Knight with the back suplex lift off and Spooky flipping over to land back behind!

[Doom goes for the waistlock but Knight grabs his wrists and fires back with an elbow to the jaw of his own!!  Spooky staggers, clutching at his mouth and Sammy decks him with a monster shot of a right cross to the temple!!]

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

Jack:  Sammy elbowing out, and Doom hauls him over and throws him with the bodyslam!


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


[Spooky hops and runs the ropes, smashing off the side as Sammy gets up and Doom jumps with the elbow but Sammy shoulderblocks him right out the air!!!]


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


Jack:  KNIGHT SENDING DOOM INTO A SAIL!! 


Vik:  TURNED HIM AROUND IN MID AIR!!!


[Doom hits the canvas and sits up as Sammy throws the boot to stomp him back down!  Knight raises up his hands and jams the elbowdrop into the Undead Superstar!!]

Jack:  And a constant attack from Sammy blasting Spooky Doom down!!

Vik:  But Doom keeps trying to get up!

Jack: Knight with the gutwrench, pumphandle into the air DOOM COUNTERS WITH A RANA!

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


Vik: Knight up Spooky with the flying reverse body scissors man!  Up and  BULLDOGS KNIGHT OUT!!

Jack: OOOH and a hard hit!  Spooky rolling his arm, to show off for the crowds and--


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


Jack:  Well Doom didn't like that!

Vik:  Over and stomping into Sammy Knight!  Doom throwing punches!  And headlock to twist the man's neck over his shoulder!  DROPS Him with the Hangman's baby!

Jack:  Yeah NO that had to hurt, Sammy getting up OH DOOM NAILS HIS RIBS WITH A KNEE!!

[Spooky laughs and pulling in the abdominal stretch, Spooky begins to hammer, sending his fist into Knight's exposed ribs, and beating him by driving into the bones with his knuckles.  Sammy strains to get free, and Doom pulls the arm back to drop into a falling backbreaker, as he gets his knees up to crack Sammy across the spine!]


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


Jack: Doom up and talking smack, talking it again as he tells everyone he is the strongest force in SPW!!

Vik:  Aw come on, man, don't sing it you gotta bring it in and DOOM WITH A STOMP TO THE HEAD!

[Sammy holds his skull as Spooky steps on his face and shoves it away.  Sammy tries to rise and Doom slices in the with knife edge chop!!]


 **SSSSSSSSSSSSSMACK!!!!!**


Jack:  OH!!  And KNIGHT WITH A FIST OF HIS OWN!


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


Vik:  DOOM WITH A BACKHAND CHOP AGAIN!


 ****SSSSSSMMMACK!!!!*****


Jack: NAILED HIM!  AND SAMMY ANSWERING BACK!!


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


Vik: DOOM to the eyes NO SAMMY ducking under and hauls him UP!!  INTO THE AIR AND BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB!!!!


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


[Doom arcs his back in pain as the fans in New York cheer out.  Sammy stands, shaking his head as he opens his arms and goes to run at the ropes!  Spooky scrambles to slide over as Sammy jumps him on his way across the ring!  Knight comes running to throw the clothesline but Doom ducks under as he charges the opposite side of the ring!  Sammy comes off the cables as Spooky lets fly with the arm to twist in midair and launch Knight clear through the air!!]


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


Jack:  SAMMY LANDING ON HIS FEET!!!!!


Vik:  AND THROWS THE CLOTHESLINE HE SPINS SPOOKY DOOM IN THE AIR!!!!!


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


Jack:  AND DOOM GETTING UP!  STAGGERING AROUND HE'S -SAMMY HAS HIM UP AND FOR THE BLOOD DROP!!


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


Vik:  DOOM KICKING FREE!!  HE SLIDES DOWN!  SAMMY AROUND SPOOKY SHOULDER INTO THE RIBS!!!


[The fans boo as Knight staggers one step and Spooky locks the head to jump and smash the Bankrupt DDT but Sammy holds him up!  Lifting Doom into the air Knight forces into the raised double choke and Spooky brings his knees right up into Sammy's jaw!  Doom grasps the scissors and flips back for the Rana, but Sammy holds him to pull back up and tosses him clear over his head as Spooky goes flying into the face front pancake!!!]


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


Jack:  MY GOD!!  Doom kneeing up, and Sammy twists his head over, he looks to the fans and kicks in the PIRU LOVE!!  PIRU LOVE!!!


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


Vik:  SAMMY TALKING SMACK!  LET EM HAVE IT KNIGHT!!


Jack:  AND THESE FANS WANT TO SEE IT!  THE BLOOD DROP COULD BE COMING...


Vik: SPOOKY- HE'S SITTING UP!!!!!


[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Doom gets to his feet as Sammy is on him with a thunderous jumping right!!  Spooky goes into the ropes and Knight pulls back to run him over with the cactus clothesline but Doom flips himself backwards over to twist around and skin the cat!!  Knight pulls back right as Spooky's legs come back up and he sails up to duck inside sending Sammy's throat into the second rope!!  Knight is laid out across the cable as the fans roar out!!!]


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


Jack: SPOOKY SEES HIS CHANCE!  RUNNING ACROSS THE RING AND KNIGHT HUNG OUT!!


Vik: FOR THE HELL'S GUILLOTINE!!  DOOM THROUGH THE ROPES NO SAMMY PULLING AWAY DOOM SWINGS LEGS INTO THE FACE!!!!


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


[Sammy falls back, rolling over himself as he tries to get up with a fist and collapses!  Doom screams out and charges to fly but Sammy roars as he dives up and locking the STO, flies to smash Spooky Doom straight into the canvas!!]


  ****WWWHHHAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!****


Jack: BOTH MEN DOWN!!!  DOOM TRIED FOR THE GUILLOTINE SAMMY HAD IS SCOUTED BOTH MEN DOWN!!


Vik:  Spooky rolling over, Sammy Knight is down, he may have bought himself some time but at this point we have a Ref count and either Knight or Doom could lose this match if they can't answer the official count of ten to get back up.  This is bad juju man, how much more can they got left?


1!!!!!!  2!!!!!!!!!!!


Jack: It's a testament to their heart and fighting spirit, to see a wrestler give it all they have.  Sammy just so driven, so determined, to take on any and all challenges and his dedication to success is what is so inspiring to all the fans of SPW here.

Vik:  Oh and the Garden no exception, they love Knight - one half of the Red Devils with New York hero "The Biz" Mike Bisignano, God rest his soul.

Jack:  Indeed, and Sammy digging deep as he's forcing to get up!!


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


Vik:  Spooky Doom sitting up, getting to his feet and Greedy yelling for him to put Sammy down!  Sammy trying to get up and Spooky charging!!


Jack:  SAMMY KNIGHT TAKES HIM UP OVER HIS HEAD GORILLA PRESS!!!


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


Vik:  AND KNIGHT DUMPING DOOM RIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS!!


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


Jack:  And Sammy now getting his second wind!  Setting up as he shouts out to his fans here in NYC!!  Knight with the head and Piru Love!?  The BLOOD DROP!?!


Vik:  DOOM HANGING ON!  HE HAS THE LEG!!


Jack:  SAMMY SHOVING FREE SPOOKY WITH THE KICK TO THE INSIDE OF THE KNEE!  AND KICK TO THE LEG!!  SPOOKY WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!  AND RUNNING THE ROPES LEAPS TO THE OUTSIDE!


[Sammy is hurting and looks up as Doom springboards off the ropes to sail and smash the twisting back elbow right into the head!!  The fans roar as Knight hits the mat and Spooky rushes to the other side, leaping over to pull back and jump up!  He springs across the ring to throw out the leg and lands a diving legdrop right into the face!!]


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


Jack:  AIR UNDEAD AND SPOOKY WITH THE COVER!! HE HAS THE LEG!!!


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










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












3-NOOOO SAMMY KICKED OUT!!!


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


Jack:  Spooky Doom yelling at the Referee!  Oh come Doom is that what you really want to do?!

Vik:  Spooky giving our Official the verbal what-for, he is letting him have it all because he thought the count wasn't fast enough!!  He wanted to win- he thinks he should have won this match!


[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Sammy, Sammy Knight, he's trying to get back up, and Doom coming in and stomping away at his head and neck region.  That area the focus of Spooky's attention, all knowing he's setting him up to be the catalyst for the Hell's Guillotine.  Should Lil Evil hit that, this match is over.

Vik:  If Sammy can catch him for the Blood Drop it's over!!  But with Steve Greedy at ringside, you just never know!

Jack:  Doom has him up, cravate to a headlock and has the head, taking Sammy to his feet he RUNS UP THE CORNER AND KNIGHT THROWS HIM CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE!!  COFFIN CUTTER TRY BUT KNIGHT THREW HIM TO THE FLOOR!!!


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


Vik:  OH GOD!  And his back, his back could be in traction!  Sammy Knight, desperately buying himself the time he needs, can he use this opportunity can he use this CHANCE, to make a comeback?

Jack:  The Referee saying get back as Steve Greedy up on the apron?!


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


Jack:  Greedy drawing the attention of Sammy Knight!  And Knight telling him to get out of his face, and DOOM sliding back into the ring!  What is this he has a weapon!  THE GOLDEN KNUX!!


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


Vik:  DOOM HAS GREEDY'S SIGNATURE WEAPON!  AND KNIGHT TURNS AROUND DOOM BLASTS HIM WITH THE HAYMAKER!!!!!!


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


Jack:  DOOM JUST CLOCKED HIM!  AND QUICK TO HIDE THE KNUX FROM THE REF IS THE UNDEAD SUPERSTAR!!!

[The fans are booing themselves hoarse as Doom laughs and drops down to get the lateral press!]


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


Vik:  Dear lord good night I don't care who you are, that is it!

Jack:  And "Heartless" Jakob Volga must be loving this- he gets what's left of Knight in a STEEL CAGE At Wrestlebowl!!

Vik:  Aww could Spooky gift wrap Sammy any more!?




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










3-SAMMY KNIGHT KICKED OUT!!


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


Jack:  I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!


Vik:  AND NEITHER CAN DOOM!


[Steve Greedy is shocked at ringside as Spooky pulls at his own mask, unable to believe that Knight is still in this!  Spooky Doom grabs Sammy up and dragging him around chucks him right upside the corner!  Doom shouts and starts slamming in fists to the midsection, beating on the ribs and kidneys and pulling back, rolls his shoulder and throws the lariat just as Knight ducks it and turns to smash Doom upside the corner!!]


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


Jack:  SAMMY FIGHTING BACK!!  POUNDING INTO SPOOKY!!  AND IRISH WHIP ACROSS THE RING!!


Vik:  OH KNIGHT BE CAREFUL DOOM INTO THE SIDE!  COMES RUNNING BACK AND LEAPING CLOTHESLINE SAMMY DUCKED!!


[Knight gets up and runs sideways as Spooky grabs the mat, launching himself back up again and turning around just as Sammy plows into him with the Shoulder Tackle!!]


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


Vik:  DOOM FLIPPED OUT OF HIS GOURD ON THAT ONE!!  AND SAMMY DOWN TOO!!!


Jack: This has been one of those matches where you simply don't want it to end.

Vik: Definitely! Both Spooky Doom and Sammy Knight have given the fans of New York an absolutely amazing showcase of wrestling here tonight.

Jack: If there's anything that these two men have in common it's their heart. You'll be hard-pressed to name anyone in the business who have more heart than either one of these two men.

Vik: You can say that again!

Jack: Fatigue starting to become an issue as the pace of the match has slowed down significantly.

[Both men lock up as the bigger Knight gains control and flings Doom against the ropes. Doom immediately fires off the ropes and lands a vicious haymaker across the head of Knight, forcing him to the ground!]

Vik: Knight down!!!

Jack: Spooky with the quick cover!!!  This time without the knux!


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









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









Vik: NO!!!!!! KNIGHT KICKS OUT!!!


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


Jack: He is still in this!!

[Knight gets on one knee as he's taking his time to get up. Doom is up, waiting for Knight to stand up.]

Vik: Knight better be careful right here.

Jack: I don't think he knows where Spooky is.

Vik: Me neither!!!

[Doom suddenly runs over to the rope, jumps on it and flips back for a moonsault springboard!!]


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


Jack: OH NO!!!


Vik: KNIGHT STANDS AND CAUGHT HIM!!


Jack: How? How did Knight do that?

Vik: Wait, what is he doing now? He's lifting Doom into the air!!

Jack: Blood Drop time!!!!!

[Knight lifts up Doom high!]


[ANTICIPATION CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik: VOLGA!!!!!!!!!


[Jakob Volga, axehandle in tow, runs full speed into the ring and just annihilates Knight's chest as Knight lets go of Doom and collapses onto the mat.]


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


Vik: And the Referee calling for the bell!!!  AW COME ON VOLGA!


 *DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!*


Jack: Where the hell did Volga come from?

Vik: He's pissed! I don't think I've seen him *THIS* mad!

[Knight tries to get up but Volga nails his head with the axehandle!! Spooky Doom watches as he's perched on the top rope, smiling with that evil grin that he's been sporting these past few weeks.]


"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"


Jack: Did you hear that?

Vik: Hear? What about the way that Knight's head snapped back? I think he's busted open!


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


Jack: What's Volga doing now?

[Volga reaches down and starts to unlatch the chest protector that Knight's been wearing since his return.]

Vik: Volga wants to open him up!!

Jack: I can't believe this. And Spooky loving this.

Vik: Yeah, the new Spooky would.

[Volga yanks and pulls and finally has the protector off, holding it up, showing it off to Spooky and Greedy as he stands over Knight just peering down at him.]

Jack: Finally!!!  Fans this is sick, and we are desperately outta time.  For Vik Avatar, Tara Silver, Gabriel Van Zahn and Steve Stone this is Jack Sharp saying good night- and we'll see you at the Road to Wrestlebowl.  Disgusting.

[The paramedics and extra referees finally arrive at the ring as Volga climbs the ropes and raises it to the fans.  New York boos like crazy as HJV shouts and throws the protector into the crowd, promising to take Knight's job next.  Sammy is down and hurting at the feet of Steve Greedy and Spooky Doom, who go to put the boots into him as HJV watches, smiling as the entire arena boos all around.]

"VOLGA SUCKS!!!" "VOLGA SUCKS!!!"  "VOLGA SUCKS!!!"  "VOLGA SUCKS!!!"