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[Cut to a black screen. White words fade onto the screen, spoken by a professional voice-over artist.]

V: And now, a message for Ascension General Manager Steve Greedy.

[Black again. We hear a familiar voice.]

JOC: My name is "Cunning" James O'Connor.

[The screen flashes to life, a quick compilation of his highlights from SPW and DCWL punctuated by a harsh drum beat. Video of JOC hitting JDM Superstar with a cradle piledriver off the second rope, then counting the pin with the ref, then more recent footage of a pin on Matt Payne and tossing Scott Starring out of the Bring Your Own Weapon Rumble.]

JOC: I've overcome every member of the Power Structure who tried to stand in my way.

[Footage of James standing on Mount Rushmore, side by side with Marissa Monet, Eddie Christian, Barry Baldwin and Sammy Knight. We then see James ripping himself to shreds on the barbed wire on top of the cage, followed by JOC pulling Knight out of the way of Scott Starring's ill-fated flaming headbutt.]

JOC: I am a member of the Shootfire Army who risked everything for the greater glory of SPW - to stop the invasion you helped bankroll.

[More highlights, this time hitting a tornado death drop on Clyde Kennedy at Ringu Faia, pinning Andrew Davis to retain Sammy Knight's SPW World Championship, Sammy Knight tapping out to JOC's STF, wrapping the Rear Naked Choke on Dave Pietka and pinning Jackson Hunter at Cornerstone Revolution 5.]

JOC: I have battled champions of three different promotions...

[A shot of James O'Connor celebrating with the then-SOW World Championship.]

JOC: ...and captured one of my own.

[Now we see James springboard dropkicking Luke Kinsey out of the ring.]

JOC: I even overcame a bonafide legend, eliminating him from the Charity Carnage Rumble.

[Finally, we cut to James O'Connor in his fighting gear, the scars across his abdomen that will forever remind him of the price of sticking up for what he believes showing clear as day.]

JOC: I've done my fair share throughout my short career - fighting against champions, legends, a power structure and the invading hordes. I've taken each challenge that has come my way and proved myself to be equal to the task. But you, Steve Greedy, personify all of these. You are a former champion, bankrolling the invaders and the backbone of the power structure, a legend in your own time. So you want to know what I bring to the table? Besides the fact that my career to this point has been about going toe to toe with people like you?

[A wide grin.]

JOC: How about the legendary Steve Greedy against the man anointed by another SPW Hall of Famer as the FUTURE of this very company?

[Cut to Vile "Vince" Viper after their Wrestlebowl qualifier. We can hear the crowd chanting "JOC" in the background.]

Vile Vince Viper <broad smile>: Let him know... give him love... SSSPW... _THAT_ is _YOUR_ FUTURE!!!

[Back to James.]

JOC: I don't claim to be any generation of VVV...I leave that to the fumbling Frenchman. No, I'm just the man that he picked out as the future of this very company. Of course, I'm sure the opportunity to prove Viper wrong, to go one up on him one last time after his retirement, means absolutely nothing to you, right?

[He chuckles.]

JOC: So what do you say, Steve? At Wrestlebowl, it's the legend versus the future, the Hall of Famer versus the Blue Chipper, the Rich One versus the Cunning. Just make no mistake...here tonight against your prize recruit and at Wrestle Bowl, you will witness the future first hand, and know that its name is "Cunning" James O'Connor.

[Cut back to ringside.]

**BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!**

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

Jack: WELCOME EVERYONE TO WESTFALENSTADION!! WELCOME TO DORTMUND GERMANY AND WELCOME TO SPW ASCENSION!!! A HUGE MASSIVE CROWD IN ATTENDANCE OF NEARLY 65,000 IN ATTENDANCE AS WE LOOK TO SET RECORDS ACROSS EUROPE TONIGHT! SPOOKY DOOM RETURNS TO WRESTLING ACTION TO FACE JAMES O'CONNOR AS SHOOTFIRE PRO MAKES THEIR GERMANIC DEBUT!!

Hello everyone Jack Sharp along here with Vik Avatar what a show and this place has come alive, the thousands and thousands of fans who have been wanting SPW in Germany for quite some time now here, in the leadup to Wrestlebowl we are actually able to do this Vik Avatar what are your thoughts on this monumental occasion!

Vik: Well all of Ruhrgebeit it seems has turned for this one in the Signal Iduna Park or Westefalenstadion one of the largest rugby arenas in the country and yes you said it right, Germany's been dying for some real hardcore wrestling action and NOBODY brings the money like SPW mang, we're gonna rock it till the wheels fall off as Spooky Doom makes his return to professional wrestling and Shootfire Pro and you just heard how determined James O'Connor is, man my boy JOC he's so fired up by Doom and Greedy that he has challenged Steve Greedy to a match at Wrestlebowl!!

Jack: Wrestlebowl shaping up to be one for the ages but right now ladies and gentlemen, we will kick off with one heck of a barn burner we have Johnny Pain stepping foot into the ring, for the first match in Germany and pretty much he's in for it now as he faces local competitor Big Bob Brown- European grappler as this should be a totally competitive match-

Vik: Or yeeah maybe Pain will just snap his arm LIKE SO!

Johnny Pain vs Big Bob Brown

[The lights go out over the Arena. The silky streams of the electric guitar begin playing over the P/A.]

"Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation i can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity, it seems, has served you well."

[After the lyrics end and a rocking guitar solo comes through, the lights cut back on and there stands Johnny Pain. He's decked out in his entire wrestling gear, black tights with blue lightning bolts striking down halfway down. On the back of the tights Pain is written clearly, in dark red and is an old English language type writing.]

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

"You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous
So you can go and nest among the weak
The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek."

[Now the music really starts cranking up as Johnny walks out from the back without paying any attention to the massive crowds. The wrist tape wrapping up along his wrist and over the upper part of his hands have writting on them that no one really pays attention too. Johnny starts heading down to the ring with a strange and sullen look on his face. The fans are booing on all sides but Pain doesn't listen.]

"You're no Jesus Christ!
You're no Jesus Christ!"

[Johnny makes his way to the ring and climbs up the steps and ducks inside. He goes right to the corner and immediately pulls on the top rope to test its give. Pain bullets into a run at the ropes, catching them to bounce off and runs across the squared circle to crash into the side and charges back like a madman as he rushes to and fro.]

"You keep takin' over
I keep rollin' over
I can't take it anymore."

[Johnny heads to the center of the ring and angrily motions for his opponent to come on, and calls for the music to be stopped.]

"Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your ver

Emily: FROM WINSTON SALEM NORTH CAROLINA, WEIGHING IN AT 245 POUNDS,

THIS IS JOHNNYYY PAAAAAIIIINN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Big Bob Brown rolls his arm at the fans as they cheer for him for some odd reason.]

Emily: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM BELGRADE BOSNIA, THIS IS BIG! BOB! BROWN!!

[Pop.]

Jack: Johnny Pain in the ring and Big Bob Brown stepping off to face him, the prizefighter from Europe he did not have the most successful night against Brady Lowell on Conquest but now he's in there against a machine like Pain, and we have to see if SPW will be returning to the states with Brown on the roster.

Vik: There's the bell and man this is a new day, a new warrior in Johnny Pain! Since leaving the Code of Honor, Pain has arrived in SPW and his new mean streak is vicious. Pain stalking around Brown and your Referee is Todd Lucchesi, he calls for the lockup here we go!

* DING DING DING *

[Pain and Bob lock up as Brown throws the arms down and goes for the head! Pain ducks to shift around back behind and picks Bob up to slam him in the front takedown! Big Bob yells, getting up off the mat as he tries a sit out and Pain is already on him with the front facelock, and pulling back, smashes the knee right up against the chest! Bob stops and Pain hooks the face, then backing up, brings the kneelift right upside the jaw!!]

Vik: OHH!! Stiff shot and Bob knocked backwards PAIN WITH THE CLOTHESLINE KNOCKS HIM DOWN!!

Jack: Pain back and cursing, and throws down the stomp to the head as hard as he can!

Vik: Brown hurting as he tries to sit up, Johnny charging the ropes off the side and SLAMS THE BASEMENT DROPKICK INTO HIS FOREHEAD!!

***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***

Jack: Ohhh. Bob Brown's head hurting, as his brain nearly spilled from his ears on that one!

Vik: Oh JP's a monster, he doesn't care how big you are he's like a loaded gun!

Jack: Pain dragging Bob up and HEADBUTTS him as hard as he can!! Bob to a knee as Pain nearly hurt himself on that one! Johnny with the head and now smashing in a series of forearms, taking Bob Brown all the way into the ropes! The Irish Whip to send Bob across the ring BOB able to reverse!

Vik: And how the hell he managed to do that I have no idea, Johnny off the side and spinning CLOTHESLINE DUCKED! BOB with the pickup and BODY SLAMS JOHNNY DOWN!!

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

Jack: BOB JUMPS AND FALLING ELBOW PAIN CAUGHT IT!

[The fans scream as Johnny rolls the arm over to wind it in between his legs and immediately secures the crossface armbar clutch! The audience is roaring as Brown instantly gets his legs to the ropes and the Referee shouts at Johnny to release!!]

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

Vik: CROSSFACE ARMBAR CINCHED IN AND PAIN WON'T LET GO!!

Jack: DID YOU SEE HOW FAST HE GOT THAT ON!?

Vik: COME ON REF!

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Jack: PAIN lets go! Pain finally forced to release and he rises he STOMPS out that shoulder, oh come on the man's not even off the ropes! Bob Brown hanging on PAIN With a European that sends the man's head snapping back! Bob hurting and Johnny Pain with the headlock, snaps the legs to pop the hips the takes the man over with a tremendous Snap Suplex! And Johnny rolling right backwards to land on top and pulling up the face FOREARM SHOT just blasting across the nose!!

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

Vik: BLOOD! HE DREW SOME BLOOD BABY! AND WESTFALENSTADION LAYING IT IN THICK!!

Jack: BOB BROWN BUSTED OPEN AND JOHNNY DOUBLE UNDERHOOKS HIM! BROWN FACE DOWN AND JOHNNY JUST SMASHING RIGHT KNEE SHOT AFTER SHOT INTO HIS HEAD!!!

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

Vik: BOB IS OUT! BUT JOHNNY ALREADY SHIFTING INTO THE ANACONDA VICE!!!

Jack: ANACONDA VICE! LOCKED IN!! AND BOB BROWN HE IS OUT!!

*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!*

Emily: AND YOUR WINNER! JOHNNY PAIN!!!

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

Vik: FOR GOD'S SAKE JOHNNY! LET HIM GO!!!

Jack: OH THE REFEREE IS ABOUT TO REVERSE THE DECISION!

Vik: PAIN LETS GO!!

[Johnny Pain gets up and rips up his fists as he yells to shout across the arena! Westfalenstadion erupts into boos! Pain steps back, surveying the bleeding mass that is Big Bob Brown, and a smirk of a smile begins to creep its way across his face. The fans are booing out and Pain rushes to throw down a vicious stomp one last time, as the Referee shouts at him to leave the ring! Pain is grinning as he looks to the fans, and bows to a huge round of booing. Johnny Pain exits the ring, stepping out to drop to the floor, and makes his way to the back with his head held high.]

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

[Cut to a Latino man standing in front of an "Off the Chain" banner. Standing beside him -- well, slightly behind him and to his left -- is a voluptuous young Italian woman wearing a form-fitting black dress, accessorized by a number of necklaces and bangles. In her hands is a black leather attache suitcase. The man looks classy as fuck -- khaki suit, Hawaiian shirt, Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses with mirrored lenses, trimmed goatee. Looks like a winner, a hustler, a true gangsta, a man who undoubtedly gets into VIP immediately when he hits up the club. The caption "Emilio Garces w/ Carrie Martini" fade into the bottom of your screen. Emilio speaks, his voice tinged with a slight accent.]

GARCES: Alright, my name is Emilio Garces. I'm from Cuba, folks and Goddamn, I am all hyped up to be livin' in America, folks! See, they call this the land of opportunity, the land of the free, and right now? I'd like to say I'm takin' advantage of a l'il free will and a l'il opportunity, if you will.

I'm takin' the opportunity to bring a change to Shootfire Pro Wrestlin'.

Yeah, man, that's right -- a _change_. A new "future."

[Garces grins as he utters a low, yet still audible chuckle. Carrie smirks, nodding.]

GARCES: See, I've been watchin' the tag team division here and I know I'm thinkin' what most people are thinkin'.

"What tag team division?" Ha!

Your current tag team champions are a joke, mang... and so is the other one and a half teams you got on your rankin's.

[Dat accent and grammar.]

GARCES: Well ever since I seen what's been goin' on here, I ain't been able to sleep. I'm a man of positivity. I don't like seein' things go absolutely wrong anywhere, mang... you could say I'm like Jesus the way I just care for everybody like that.

[Smiling, Emilio strokes his goatee. In the background, Carrie Martini rolls her eyes.]

GARCES: But the point is this, mang -- I'm bringin' a tag team to SPW that's goin' to make fo' damn sure that everythin' that's wrong become _right_.

These boys? They the future of tag team wrestlin', believe me. And those belts will be comin' their way, no doubt about that.

Emilio Garces is a man of his word, man. I never lie.

At least not when I say I will succeed... 'cause I will do everythin' necessary to do so, mang. Ain't that right, Carrie?

CARRIE: T--

GARCES: Damn right, senorita. Get ready for the Wave of the Future.

[Carrie pouts, interrupted by Garces, who is now cackling. He sounds like a Cuban Gargamel. Fade out.]

[Kieran Rae is sitting in her Westfalenstadion office, completely pregnant as she sits back, her long blue navy blazer covering her stomach as she sits back, drinking a glass of water. Her red wig looking almost like her natural hair, she shakes her head and smirks as Gabriel Van Zahn walks in.]

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

GVZ: As ACTING General Manager tonight I just wanted to say THANK YOU KIERAN! Thank you for giving the fans their voice as-

Kieran: Acting Van Zahn? You get out of my office you couldn't play dead. You had no right showing up on Conquest to take it to JOC. And what's more James O'Connor didn't deserve what you and your boss did to him, and he especially didn't deserve what Spooky Doom did. So no, you won't be acting as General Manager tonight in Steve's absence.

GVZ: I'm sorry I know how it is, all you pregnant women are prone to mood swings, what say I come back in a few minutes and then you'll be happy again? Women! Even worse when they're not on the rag!

Kieran: You know what Van Zahn? Just for that you will have a job tonight. In fact, you'll be acting as a punching bag as you step into the ring against JAMES O'CONNOR to give him a warm up for his main event match!

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

GVZ: WHAT! No fuck that that's stupid I'm not a wrestler!

Kieran: Get out of my office this minute or I'll eat you. You know how us pregnant women can be.

GVZ: Rassafrackin musterseedin orbi et urbi FINE. But don't come cryin to me when your hero James O'Connor is smacked down like a Kraken by a DemiGod. Because around these parts, on this show, Steve Greedy is the God as Acting God in Chief, oh it's gonna rain hellfire and damnation and I will NOT be responsible for what I do to that JOC punk!

[Van Zahn leaves as Kieran scowls, shaking her head.]

Kieran: ....Punk.

D C W L ~ Silver Bullet vs Molly Molotov

Jack: But first! Starting tonight, we're going to throw it over to our colleagues from the DCWL. Rich Manning, Chris Chazz... take it away!

[Cut to ringside, where Manning and Chazz are standing, a microphone each. Rich Manning is in your basic dull-as-dishwater play-by-play announcer attire, while Chris Chazz is your highly stylized color man in a button-up Beatle jacket, circa Shea Stadium.]

Rich Manning (RM): Thank you, Jack, and greetings to the fans of Shootfire Pro Wrestling. My name is Rich Manning and this...

Chris Chazz (CC): Guten Tag! Sie greten? Wie wollen eine Auto mieten!

RM: Obscure "Fawlty Towers" jokes are not welcome here, Chazz.

CC: I tried.

RM: Well, fans, tonight we open a new chapter in the DCWL's history as we will now be going on tour with you briefly, and show you what the future of SPW holds. We hope you enjoy tonight's offering.

CC: And if you don't, then get yourself a freaking DVR, guys.

RM: And tonight, it is indeed fortuitous that we are in Germany, as the DCWL's newest signee hails from this country.

CC: That's right, Michaela Von Neumann has just signed a full time contract with the DCWL, but before she competes stateside, she will debut in front of her home country against one our Siren bruisers, Molly Molotov. Sooooo, no pressure, right?

RM: It's MVN, the Silver Bullet taking on Molly Molotov, and it's next. Let's take you to the ring!

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WINNER - Michaela Von Neumann (Roll-up, 21:07)

RM: And a win in Michaela Von Neumann's debut match!

CC: Just as I thought it would go. The Bullet would wear Molotov down and pick her spots!

[The German crowd are eating out of Von Neumann's hand as she climbs to the middle rope and raises her hand, her baby face beaming. Molotov just rolls out of the ring and slinks to the back.]

RM: We would like to thank SPW for allowing us in to your living room and thank you for checking out what the DCWL has to offer. Coming soon, we'll be featuring matches from the 6'7" Hardcore Icon Buzzsaw as he takes on DCWL Dangerous Champion Logan Braddock, and Number One Contender Joe Pansac when we faces Benito Brown!

CC: Back to you, Vik and Jack.

womens hardcore title match

ERICA TOUGHILL vs ORCHID

[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 flash through the darkened arena as the lights begin to circle, "Imma be" cutting in in rising volume.]

"Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be
Imma be livin' that good life, Imma be livin' that good, good
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be
Imma be livin' that good life, Imma be livin' that good, good
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be

[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!!]

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

"Imma, Imma, Imma be rockin' their iPod to the infinite
BEP, we definitely on some next level shit
Futuristic musically, powerful with energy
From the soul we sonically, sending positivity"

[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.]

"Crossed the globe and seven seas, take care of our families
Rockin' shows makin' cheese, Imma be out with my Peas
Livin' life, feelin' free, that's how it's supposed to be
Come join my festivities, celebrate like Imma be"

[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 Westfalenstadion. Orchid goes right up to the top rope, kneeling atop with leg astride as she raises a fist, and yells to her fans.]

"Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be"

Emily: AND THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED BY TEAM EGO... FROM TOKYO JAPAN, WEIGHING IN AT 137 POUNDS, THIS IS THE

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

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

[A few synthesized string chords open up Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows." The general lighting on the arena turns into a mixture of rich blues and reds. As the SPW-tron displays film noir-style images of violence, through the curtain steps the Queen of Clubs, Erica Toughill.]

"Everybody knows the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"

[Toughill is a grumpy young woman in her mid-20s with harsh black Bettie Page-style bangs. Over top of Erica's ring attire (black singlet with white trim and Converse shoes) is a plain worn black hoodie. She walks with purpose down the aisle, an icy sneer on her face. The fans reach over the railing to slap hands with The Queen of Clubs, but she continues heading for the ring, never taking her eyes of the squared circle for a second.]

"Everybody knows the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows"

[Toughill climbs up the ring apron and steps through the ropes abruptly. Quickly she backs into the nearest corner, crouching down like an animal about to strike. In one quick motion she discards the hoodie, tossing it behind her. The arena pops and Erica kneels down low, staring ahead as she works herself up for her match. The lights begin to rise but Erica continues to stare, showing no emotion on her face.]

"Everybody knows you love me baby
Everybody knows you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"

Stone: FROM ROCHESTER, NEW YORK... STANDING 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS,

THIS IS THE QUEEN OF CLUBS...

ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOU!!GHILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

*DINGDINGDING!*

Jack: And we are joined by Owen Cage OWEN! What's the deal with your tag team partner Shane Diamond not getting his match on Conquest with Chance Fortuna?

Owen: Yeah see what happened what the deal was was I went to SSB and I said SSB looky here; you can't split Team EGO up we're not Singles Superstars or a makeshift thrown together tag team like Bad Luck. We're Team EGO and we roll TOGETHER we ride TOGETHER and we DIE Together. So if Bad Luck want a piece of us then they gotta come TO US and to us both which is why I'm out here now, to support my girl Orchid against Erica F'N Toughill, the baddest bitch in the land and will be there to raise my girlfriend's hand when she becomes the new SPW Women's Hardcore Champion.

Vik: Orchid to the center of the ring, and a HANDSHAKE as Germany liked that! Honorable start right off the bat and now to the pacing, the circling man who gives up what in this one?

Owen: Orchid can beat any given woman on any given night, believe me she is that damn good. Nothing against Erica but she is not ready for Orchid believe you me! Dude it's gonna get wicked and wild real fast in there!

Vik: Hardcore match rules apply and ORCHID JUST PUNCHED ERICA FULL ON!!

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

Jack: TOUGHILL with a stagger step back, Orchid with a second shot that sends the Champ reeling! Erica curses and goes right in with the kick to the stomach, wow Orchid hurt and Erica spins Discus LARIAT THE PEACEMAKER DUCKED! Orchid with the head and flying HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER!!

[The crowd in Germany pops as Orchid rolls up, and breaks for a run at the ropes! Erica spins on her back to throw herself with the kip up but Orchid instantly turns into a cartwheel to miss the legs as they fly past her waist! Orchid turns and catches the arm to fall sending Erika with the armdrag takeover, Toughill rises and Orchid takes to the air to shoot out the front falling dropkick, colliding with Toughill to send her staggering back!]

Owen: DO IT! That's my Girl!

Vik: Orchid all over Erica! And now running has her in the ropes and beating her innards senseless! Orchid pulverizing Erica has the hair and HEADBUTT smashes the Champ into the side!

Jack: Nicely done and the irish whip no TOUGHILL Reversing, Orchid sent for the ride! Erica Toughill with the big boot and Orchid with the baseball slide underneath, Erica spinning back around Orchid to the air leaping for the headscissors and HURRICANRANA TAKEOVER ON THE WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMP!!

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

Jack: ORCHID UP AND WORKING THE FANS!! THEY LOVE HER IN GERMANY!!

Vik: Erica doesn't love her to be sure and she is furious, slamming the mat at being shown up!

Owen: Awww wanna cry OH BOO HOO THIS IS SPW!

Jack: Erica to her feet and here comes ORCHID with the stiff Kick to the midsection. Orchid shouting out and FOREARM SHOT to Erica sending her down. Oh what a hard hit Erica has to be reeling and Orchid taking her to the corner, looking out to the fans and sends Toughill's head smashing against the buckles, she really wants this win!

Owen: Oh no kidding if anyone's determined it's Orchid she can bring it with the best of em after all remember her first big win was over Jasy O'Neil!

Vik: I remember Jasy she's double tough! And that's no small feat for Orchid to beat and it was a hardcore match, a blood soaked encounter too!

Jack: Iconoclasm was Orchid's pay per view debut could indeed she keep her career rising with her first title win here tonight? Orchid beating Erica's head into the buckles and now the pickup and DROPPING THE SNAKE EYES off the top rope! Oh! Erica staggering and missing the wild punch, Orchid has her against the ropes and punch! Punch! Rearing back, Orchid looking to this capacity crowd of thousands of frenzied SPW fans and THE BIG CLOTHESLINE FLIPPING ERICA RIGHT OVER THE TOP!!

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

Vik: ORCHID SENDING THE CHAMP TO THE FLOOR!! AND IN GRAND FASHION!

Jack: ORCHID WHAT'S THIS! ERICA GETTING UP ORCHID WITH THE SLINGSHOT OVER THE SIDE! LOCKS THE RANA AND FLYING TAKEDOWN TO SEND TOUGHILL SAILING ACROSS THE GROUND!!

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

Vik: ORCHID IS NUTS! AND SHE THREW ERICA WITH THAT THAT WAS AWESOME!!

Owen: THAT IS MY WOMAN BABY YEAH!! GETCHA SOME ORCHID! GET THAT HARDCORE TITLE!!!

Jack: ORCHID to her feet and shouting to the fans yet again! Telling them to hold up their chairs now! And this is all perfectly legal here in a Hardcore Match, Orchid taking Erica up and around and running her at the chairs ERICA REVERSING AND ORCHID FACEFIRST INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!

****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!****

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

Owen: DUDE!!

Jack: ORCHID SENT INTO THE CHAIR!

Vik: HER HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT THING! AND ERICA RIPPING THE CHAIR FROM THE FANS AND

****CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHH!!!!!****

Jack: WAFFLES ORCHID ON THE TOP OF HER SKULL! THAT COULD CAUSE A CONCUSSION!!!!

Vik: ORCHID is down to her knees! She is practically OUT!!!

Owen: Oh MAN I can't look! Come on Orchid, hang in there!

Jack: ERICA staggering, can barely stand to raise the chair and BRINGS IT DOWN ONCE AGAIN-

***CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***

Jack: NAILED HER! MY GOD MAN ORCHID MAY BE DEAD!

[Orchid is down and out on the ringside floor as the sounds of Westfalenstadion just buzz in her ears. Erica is somehow upright, a sneer on her face and a curse on her lips as she throws the bent steel chair down. Using the metal guardrail to hold herself up, Erica Toughill walks over and peels Orchid up by her long black hair. The fans are roaring as Erica locks the head and pulling the woman up into the air falls down to drop the Stungun across the guard rail!!]

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

Jack: And Erica Toughill just... just Brutal but this is the Women's Hardcore Champ we're talking about. She's about killed Orchid with that steel chair and now this, the hotshot on the barricade well, well I don't see how anyone comes back from that.

Owen: Never count her down man, she's an SPW Superstar and she's my damn woman and she's freaking Orchid Rousseaux! She can do it if anyone can, but I do have to admit man this is pretty damn painful to sit by and just watch!

Vik: I enjoy seeing Tara Silver get beaten up actually. But then again we are divorced.

Owen: Well I actually LIKE my girlfriend Vik you sick freak. And if anyone's in her corner it's me and apparently these fans here in Westfalenstadion too!

[There's a look of concern on some of the children's faces as Orchid tries to crawl around, trying to stay conscious. Erica sits up, rising to stand and she grabs a handful of hair again to yank Orchid to her feet. Walking her around the ringside area, Erica sees the ringsteps and locking the wrist and forearm, charges to fall and use the hammer throw to send Orchid charging shoulderfirst right at the blue steel steps!!]

****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****

Jack: OH MY GOD! AND ORCHID DISLODGED THE TOP HALF WITH HER SHOULDER!!!!

Vik: Erica making full use of the hardcore stipulations! Orchid laying on the floor against the steps, in pieces!

Owen: Come on hon, get up! Get up! You can do this babe, do it!

Jack: Orchid in agony as Erica stalks over, and taking Orchid up just spins to NAIL the forearm across the face. Orchid against the apron and Toughill pushing her in, and now just climbing up to do further damage-

[Erica has a grim look on her face as she steps inside and Orchid kicks the second rope so hard it trips Erica up!!]

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

Vik: ERICA off balance! She hit the mat! Orchid rolling up she has that window!

Owen: COME ON BABE!!

Jack: Orchid quickly up, running the far ropes! Off the side Erica CATCHING HER HUGE POWERSLAM!!!!

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

Owen: DAMMIT!

Vik: OH well.

Jack: Erica with Orchid whip towards the corner Orchid staggers back ERICA backing into the corner oh the Jilldozer just stalking her opponent, and this almost never ends well for her victims. Orchid trying to get to her feet, painful to watch as she tries to get up-

Vik: HERE COMES ERICA WITH THE CHARGE!!

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

Owen: ORCHID WITH THE SPINNING KICK TO THE FACE!!!

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

Jack: ERICA NAILED! TO HER KNEE! ORCHID WITH THE HEAD AND HOOKS IT ORCHID RUNNING UP THE TURNBUCKLES TO KICK OFF SHIRANUI INTO THE LUNGBLOWER!!!

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

Vik: AW NAILED HER! ORCHID FOR THE TOP ROPE! GOING UP TOP AS SHE LOOKS FOR THE FINISH AND ORCHID SAILING RIGHT OFF THE BUCKLES INTO A TWISTING 450 DEGREE SPLAAASSHH

Jack: RIGHT INTO THE KNEES!!!

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Owen: OH GOD! ORCHID STUCK!

Vik: AND ERICA RECOVERING ENOUGH TO SLAP ON THE COBRA CLUTCH! TAKES HER UP AND LEGSWEEP TO SMASH ORCHID RIGHT DOWN!! SPIRAL SHOCK!!! ORCHID IS LAID OUT!!

Jack: ERICA SLIDING TO THE OUTSIDE! SHE WANTS TO FINISH THIS OFF!

[Toughill throws up the apron curtains and searching under she drags out the pipewrench! The audience roars as Toughill climbs back up! Orchid tries to rise as Erica charges and brings down the Pipewrench of Death and Orchid snaps out the basement dropkick lightning fast to smash Erica's guts!! Toughill drops the wrench, staggering as Orchid pulls her head right in between her legs!!]

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

Owen: WHOO HOO! YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!!!

Jack: ORCHID WITH THE FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!

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

Vik: TOKYO DOOM! TOKYO DOOM!! ERICA TOUGHILL SPIKED ON HER HEAD! ORCHID LAID HER OUT!!

Jack: AND ORCHID About to collapse! Orchid crawling over, oh she has the press and we could have a new Women's Hardcore Champion-

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

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

Jack: ERICA WITH THE FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

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

Owen: SO CLOSE!!

Vik: But no blunt as Orchid nearly that had win, oh sense of ring positioning talk about a ring generalissima, Erica Toughill's instincts saving her ass that time!

Jack: Orchid not done, she's going for that pipewrench! And heading over, Erica Toughill trying to get up ORCHID SMASHES HER ACROSS THE FOREHEAD!!

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

Jack: BLOOD! BLOOD! ERICA TOUGHILL COLLAPSING AND ROLLING FROM THE RING, SHE'S BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!

Owen: THAT'S MY GIRL!!

Vik: ERICA leaning against the ringside apron she is HURT man! And hurt bad! Orchid caught her with that pipewrench, using the woman's own weapon against her and Erica Toughill staggering as she holds her face, blood just streaming through her fingers!

Jack: Erica in pain and it's obvious, as Orchid sliding out to go after her, Erica stumbling around ringside Orchid in deadly pursuit! Erica to rest on the ring apron ORCHID BASHES HER ACROSS THE SPINE!!

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

Jack: ERICA HURTING AND INTO THE CROWD SHE FALLS RIGHT OVER THE RAILING!!!

[Toughill collapses as her fans try and help her up, Orchid shouting as Erica fights to her feet and shoves away! Erica Toughill begins to make her way across the floor, wanting nothing to do with Orchid as she heads through the audience and Orchid yells at her to come back!!]

Vik: What is, WHAT IS SHE DOING! ERICA TAKING OFF!?!

Jack: SHE JUST LEFT -SHE'S LEAVING!! ERICA TOUGHILL LEAVING THE RINGSIDE AREA SHE WANTS NO PART OF ORCHID!!

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

Vik: TIFFANY LANE!!

[Lane comes in from the side in her blue jeans and black jacket, and swinging Orchid around she chucks her clear into the metal railing!!!]

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

*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!*

Emily: YOUR WINNER! ORRRRCHID!!

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

Owen: What the hell! TIffany Lane this chick is nuts!

Vik: Dragging Erica halfway over the guardrail! And DROPPING TO NAIL THE ICEBREAKER!!

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

Jack: FACE RIGHT INTO THE KNEE!! Oh man that had to hurt and Erica is out! The Referee has ended this bout and Tiffany Lane couldn't pass up the chance to ruin this opportunity for Orchid heading into this fight with Toughill, and using her former ally's own finishing maneuver to do that! Nina Larue's Icebreaker!

[Tiffany is over the railing as Shane and Owen come around the side, Lane already heading through the crowd as she smiles back, wiping the blonde hair from her eyes. Lane shouts and spreads her fists as she walks through the crowd, yelling at people to get out of her way as a Security detail runs up to help guide her.]

Jack: Well Westfalenstadion has never seen anything like this, unfortunate to say both Orchid and Erica Toughill have been laid out, by Tiffany Lane of all people as this Bad Luck/Team EGO feud continues to grow- that's what it is, it's a feud and who knows how bloody and personal this one could get.

Vik: No can tell but are EGO willing to sink to Bad Luck's Level? Does the Pope crush the spirits and dreams of little altar boys everywhere?

Jack: VIK!

Vik: Rhetorical! No seriously, Lane done kicked Orchid and Erica's ass. She's telling her buddy Nina Larue to come join the Young and Beautiful with her and Sam. Kicked it good!!

Jack: SHANE DIAMOND sliding into the ring and shouting at Tiffany Lane to come back, man he can't stand it he wants a piece of Lane

Vik: Well who doesn't, man I'd break her in two places.

Jack: VIK that's not what I mean, Shane fighting mad-

[Chance Fortuna slides into the ring and crushes Shane from behind! The fans are screaming as Chance turns Shane around and locks the head, but Diamond twists out and ratchets on the headlock for the Diamondgasm!!]

Jack: CHANCE FORTUNA JUMPING SHANE!!

Owen: BUT SHANE GETS THE BEST OF HIM! COME ON BABY!!

Vik: GERMANY ON THEIR FEET! AND CHANCE TWISTING OUT!!

Jack: FORTUNA charging with the clothesline no SHANE with the hiptoss CHANCE flies to cartwheel! Fortuna landing on his feet and goes right to face with a rake ladies and gents the Referee already coming out here! Oh man Diamond can't see, Shane Diamond can't see and NOW Chance Fortuna ever the opportunist taking full advantage he's calling for the bell!!

Shane Diamond vs Chance Fortuna

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

Owen Cage: BABYKILLER!

Jack: Beg Pardon?

Owen: Had to be done. Now then, Owen Cage at your service, here to help out as my man Shaney Shane Shane about to do the dance with Chance Fortuna, and looking for a big win here tonight to reset the momentum now that Bad Friggin Luck is in our WB match!

Jack: Yeah no kidding but believe me, Shane had better have brought his working boots on.

Owen: JACK You ignorant slut, what happened last week in New Hampshire was a fluke! A freak upset! Shut up! Shut up you!

Vik: CHANCE punching down Shane, oh the Ref in there to get in there y'all got to realize, Fortuna just ganked his way into a wrestling match!! For Shame Jack-O, Shame!

Jack: Sorry, I was just sayin. SPW Conquest continues wrestling fans, and if you're just joining us we have the singles match of Chance Fortuna and Shane Diamond, two men who will be stepping into the ring at Wrestlebowl as one half each of two thirds of the title fight for the World Tag Team Titles, a match that promises to be a classic alone. And the title belts currently in your possession right Owen Cage?

Owen: That's for me to know, and no one to find out. I ain't scared of Desire and Swagger and as far as I'm concerned, we never lost em and they're our property anyways!

Vik: Shane in the ring and Chance talking trash, man he never misses a chance to put himself over. Fortuna talking the blue streak and DIAMOND SHOVES HIM DOWN!!

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

[Diamond screams out as Chance scrambles back, begging off! Shane comes in smirking and Chance lunges to snap the eye poke!]

*DINGDINGDING!*

Owen: COME ON REF!

Vik: Well that was before the bell.

Jack: And cheap regardless as Fortuna stomps out the knee and hooking the leg, FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX ALL IMPACT NO BRIDGE!

[Chance gets up dancing, and calls for some cheers before turning back to throw the stomp into Shane. Diamond hits the canvas and Chance smirks to drag Diamond up, but Shane twists out and runs with the short arm clothesline! Chance ducks and holding the straightjacket on Diamond, jumps to slam the lungblower! Shane flies over as Fortuna rolls over top to spread out hooking the front facelock in!]

Vik: And Chance still talking trash as he goes!

Jack: Diamond still getting up, he cannot stay down!

Owen: Come on Shane! You can do this dude just stick and move!

Jack: Diamond fighting up, battling back with fists to the guts! And beating free HEADBUTT into Chance Fortuna!

Vik: Aww not the face!! That's his favorite one!

[Fortuna tries to right himself as Shane throws him with the hiptoss and jumps to strike out the dropkick to the top of the back! Chance yells in pain as Diamond charges the ropes! Fortuna goes flat as Diamond leaps over and Chance rises to throw for the hiptoss but Diamond catches his arm to swing him over and nail the spinning neckbreaker!! Chance kicks in shock as Shane shoves him down, hooking up the leg!]

Owen: HE GOT HIM!

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

Vol: NO!! CHANCE with a kickout at one!

Owen: Slow count anyways.

Jack: Fortuna does not want to get pinned in this match and Shane to his feet, shouts and headbutt into Chance again! Come on man the face!

Owen: Oh tell Zoolander Two Ben Stiller called with a damn lawsuit. I call shenanigans!

Jack: Zoolander Tw- Chance Fortuna hiding in the corner, ducking out as he screams at the Referee to get Shane back. Fortuna acting like a little girl and these fans standing to give him hell as they rightfully should.

[Cardiff rains down with animosity as Fortuna keeps shouting, telling the Ref to keep Shane back as Diamond eagerly paces. Chance takes his sweet time to walk around the inside of the ring as he points at Shane and motions for the World Tag Team Titles.]

Vik: Chance Fortuna talking trash, and no one is surprised by that.

Jack: He wants to get in the head of Shane Diamond, throw him off his game.

Owen: Yeah good luck, Shane is the master mental strategist. And he doesn't have that kind of focus to get manipulated.

Vik: I think that was a compliment?

[Shane is starting to get up as the Millennium Stadium breaks into cheers. Diamond turns his head, waving to the crowd to get them on his side and Chance Fortuna struts in, to slap on the side headlock as he tells the crowd to sit down and shut their mouths. Huge heel pops fly up on all sides of the Welsh arena, as Chance smiles. Until Shane takes him back to the ropes and sends Fortuna running across the ring!]

Jack: SHANE ducking low, Chance leapfrogs over top! Shane sailing to the canvas, Fortuna hops over him and keeps going! Diamond running to send the kneestrike in NO CHANCE DIVING OVER THAT SINGLE LEG TAKEOVER INTO A ROLLUP CHANCE HAS THE TIGHTS!!

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

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

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

Owen: REFEREE!!!

Vik: HE KICKED OUT!! AW MUTHA- SHANE KICKED OUT!

Jack: Chance mad and throwing the clothesline SHANE DUCKED AND CATCHES IT BACKSLIDING FORTUNA DOWN!! DIAMOND WITH THE BACKSLIDE AND PIN!!

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

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

Vik: NO!! CHANCE SLID OUT!

Jack: Both men up and Fortuna with the wild haymaker ducked! Shane with the back suplex pickup no Chance flips over to land back down behind, now waistlock to run Shane Diamond into the ropes, pulling him back rolling cradle takeover Chance up AND HE HAS THE TIGHTS ONCE AGAIN!!

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

Owen: COME ON REF! ARE YOU BLIND!

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

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

Jack: SHANE ESCAPES AGAIN!!

[Diamond breaks to run at the ropes as Chance turns in and goes for the hiptoss but Shane jumps to get his boots into the stomach and locks the head to land on his back, sending Chance flying with the monkey flip! Fortuna slams to his face and getting up he grabs his lip, but before he can complain Shane flies at him with a yelling one handed bulldog! Chance goes right back down into the mat as Diamond knees up, twirling his arm in victory! Chance Fortuna gets up shouting and Shane hits the dropkick that sends Chance all the way back into the buckles! Fortuna slides down to sit and Shane points to the fans- and then runs to leap on Chance, slamming the Bronco Buster as Cardiff goes wild!!]

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

Owen: WHOOO HOOO! WE BE COMIN TO YOU CIT-TAY!!

Jack: Shane DIAMOND enjoying himself at the expense of Chance Fortuna!! And Fortuna rolling from the ring in humilation as Shane stomping his feet and throwing up the fists!

Shane: TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!

Owen & Crowd: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Jack: Chance Fortuna getting up and hollering trash at the fans does not see here comes SHANE DIAMOND THROUGH THE ROPES SUICIDE DIVE INTO CHANCE FORTUNA!!!

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

Vik: CHANCE barreled over! Oh did he get the number for that Double Decker Bus!?

Jack: And Shane already back up, marching the aisle and slamming hands with the fans!

Owen: They love him in Wales and they love him in America, Team EGO Fever catch it it's a Global Pandemic!!

Jack: Diamond taking up Chance and pointing to the fans, the Welsh fans lifting up their chairs!! SHANE RUNNING CHANCE OVER AND SMASHING HIS HEAD INTO A STEEL CHAIR!!

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

Vik: DAMMIT NOT THE FACE!!! THAT'S WHAT HE BREATHES WITH!!

Jack: Chance Fortuna on whiskey legs, as Shane Diamond points to the other side of the aisle and the fans raising their chairs- SHANE RUNNING AND SLAMS CHANCE'S HEAD RIGHT OFF THE STEEL!!

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

Vik: CHANCE may not even know where he is!

Jack: It's the Westfalenstadium. No wait, on.

Vik: Don't call me hon you git.

Owen: Chance on sodding pinty legs!!

Vik: No one calls me hon, not since that strange man at the park!

Owen: Down he goes!

Jack: That's what she said. CHANCE Fortuna taken around and Shane Diamond running to send him straight back into the ring! And now Diamond to the stairs to climb back up onto the apron, walking the length and turning back to raise a fist as he celebrates with his fans!!

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

Owen: Keep your eye on Diamond! HEY NOW!!

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

Jack: SHANE LOOKING TO SPRINGBOARD CHANCE PULLING THE REFEREE AND RICH PATTERSON OUT HERE AND RIPS SHANE'S LEG OUT! OH! HIS HEAD HIT THE RING APRON!

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

Owen: O.M.G! F This If it's a Whuppin he's a Wantin you know Owen Cage is down to do the Damn Thing!

Vik: Owen Cage where are you-

[Sound of headset being dropped as Cage goes over the table to head around the ring! Rich Patterson is stalking Miss Jasmine who has both titles over her shoulders, and as Jasmine backs up Owen Cage comes around the ring apron and swinging around the pole goes to dive into a flying Swanton taking Patterson down!!]

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

Jack: CAGE INTO THE BAD SEED! AND INSIDE THE RING SHANE CLIMBING IN NO CHANCE RIPS HIM HALFWAY THROUGH AND SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE ROPES!!!

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

Vik: Oh the distraction attack cost him! Shane Diamond rolling around, head in hands as he tries to get up and Chance charging the side, Diamond to his feet CHANCE NAILING THE LUCKY STRIKE KICK TO THE FACE!!

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

Jack: SECURITY! Here comes SPW Security to pull Cage and Patterson apart! First Orchid, and now this! And the Referee wanting Owen Cage and Rich Patterson out of here- wait what's this!? Miss Jasmine on the apron! And tossing her man Shane Diamond one half of the World Tag Team Title Belts!?! NO!! CHANCE INTERCEPTS IT!!

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

[Chance catches his previously stolen trophy and smiling, lifts it high!! Shane takes one look at him and falls straight back, landing flat as the Referee turns and sees Fortuna with the title belt! Chance sees it and freezes, then throws the belt away shaking his head! The Ref sees Shane Diamond out but before he can call for the bell, he grabs the arm of the Referee and pulls but the Official shoves him back! Chance trips right over Shane and falls into the rollup as Diamond comes up for the win!!!]

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

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

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

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

**DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!***

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

Emily: AND YOUR WINNER!! SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNE! DDDIIIIAAAAMOND!!!!

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

Jack: SHANE DIAMOND THINKING QUICK! AND HE JUST WON THE MATCH!!

Vik: AND JASMINE RETRIEVING THAT TITLE BELT BEFORE CHANCE CAN GET AT IT!!

[Chance is shouting and yelling as he screams to the Referee and Shane gets up to plow Fortuna over with a clothesline!! Chance rolls up and Shane snaps the punch to the face, then winding back throws the clothesline to flip Fortuna backwards over the top rope!! THe fans are cheering in Cardiff, Wales as Jasmine rolls back inside, Owen Cage climbing in to celebrate as Team EGO both raise the stolen World Tag Team Titles!!]

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

Jack: And Chance and Rich just beaten tonight, outclassed as Patterson snarling to get in! Security will not let them as Chance Fortuna picks himself up off the ringside floor, Wow Team EGO with a huge win over Bad Luck in this singles match, on Thursday it will be Owen to take on Rich Patterson in singles action, the intensity between these two teams and the World Tag Team Champs in Desire and Swagger really heating up!

Vik: Fantastic action, great match and Team EGO's Shane Diamond comes out on top, wrestling fans stay tune for more of SPW Conquest next! WestfalenstadiON Stadium eating it up baby!!

[Cut to... THE BACK! It's SPW's new favorite tag team, the Wave of the Future, just chillin'. Sitting on a table sipping on vitamin water is Noah Lawrence. To his left, being a better citizen and sitting on a standard-issue professional wrestling folding chair is Josh Manning, bottled water in hand. Both of them are in their warm-up clothes -- sweats, hoodies, tees.]

Manning: I've got three words for you, Kisaragi...

[Beat.]

Manning: "We..."

[Manning sticks up his index finger.]

Manning: "Got..."

[Now the middle finger.]

Manning: ... and "This."

[And finally the... other finger. The "fake" middle finger.]

Lawrence: That's, "we got this"... in case, you know, you guys don't have the best grasp on the English language.

Manning: I'm Josh Manning. He's Noah Lawrence. We're the Wave of the Future... and tonight? Tonight's gonna be the night me and my cousin over here become the two second comings of Jesuses... 'cause when everybody sees what we can do in that ring, they're all gonna ride the Wave.

So you know what? You kids can do your cool little Japanese moves and- and rock out with your cool Asian mysticism and all that bullshit, but _none_ of that will compare to how fuckin' sick Josh and I are gonna get in that ring.

[Noah nods in agreement. By this point, both of them have the most annoying shit-eating grins plastered on their faces.]

Lawrence: Kisaragi, we're doing you a favor tonight. See, I've been watching SPW TV for a few weeks now and I'm noticing that you guys are... well, you guys are simply glorified stepping stones in a _bad_ way. I mean, look at the other teams in the division. Just look at 'em!

They don't look good. At all. Not even when they're winnin'.

That aside, here's what we're gonna do for you boys -- you boys are gonna go down in history as the first tag team _ever_ to be drowned by the Goddamn Wave of the Future. We're gonna shut you down but at least you're gonna go down in a blaze of glory.

The two of you can return to Japan and say, "We got beat by the future SPW World Tag Team Champions, the Wave of the Future."

[Lawrence takes a second to chuckle.]

Lawrence: And y'all will make that announcement over your little "welcome back" dinner at the sushi spot with your family and friends gathered around... and they'll applaud you, 'cause they know- they _know_ that without a doubt that you have set in motion a chain of events that will change the very face of this shitty little tag team division forever.

[He pauses, glancing over at Josh.]

Manning: What?

Lawrence: Too serious?

Manning: That was... intense. I like the whole "family dinner" schpiel.

Lawrence: Yeah, man. Like two hours in front of the mirror rehearsing that shit!

Manning: I... damn. I just came off the top of my head with mine. This totally feels like when Eminem out-rapped Jay-Z on "Renegade."

Lawrence: Well, I dug the "two second comings of Jesuses" part.

Manning: Yeah, that was fuckin' sick, wasn't it?

[Josh stands up and repeats the aforementioned phrase under his breath, apparently thoroughly impressed with it, as he walks off to the side. Lawrence looks at the camera, shaking his head, and follows. Fade out.]

[Welcome to the office of the CEO. Observe the lush plant life growing in pots. Enjoy the atmosphere infused with a hint of jasmine. Ogle the promotional posters from historic SPW events lining the walls. Ogle the very pregnant lady who makes all this happen. She's standing with a clipboard, examining the layout of tonight's card as it progresses.]

Kieran: Things are finally settling down and starting to run smoothly. That should just about be the cue for some annoying loser to come waltzing through my door, just begging for a match, or GMship, or Godhood as it were.

[Her prophetic words are barely out of her mouth before the door opens, and indeed a pompadoured ginger wearing a grey suit comes literally dancing in, snapping his fingers.]

RR: Hey there, lady, the boys say you're the one to chat up if I'm looking for a match.

***WHAP***

[Kieran facepalms, shaking her head. Now breathe, woman, count to three, now let it out, good. You don't have to strangle him yourself, you have paid thugs to do that work for you.]

Kieran: You know, Shootfire Pro is a high-caliber league, and this is our Germanic debut. We demand skill, strength, and a charismatic flair from all our performers. Just who are you, and what makes you think you've got an inkling of what it takes to even get your foot in the door here?

RR: Oh, trust me, I come fully prepared, I'm a professional. The name is Richard Rold, call me Rick.

[The internet geeks in the crowd start laughing their chair-flattened asses off.]

RR: I've got my costume, my gear, I've even got a CD with my theme music that you can play over the PA as I enter!

[More chuckles from the fans as Sensuous Sam cuts him right off, the predatory smile widening across her face.]

Kieran: Yeah, you can stop right there, Rick. Thank you for being so proactive, that does help put you in a positive light with the recruiting team. In fact, since you're all ready to gear up, I think I may have just the place for you in tonight's show. That is, IF you're willing to take the opportunity.

RR: Of COURSE! Just point me to the locker room, I'll find the sound tech and hand off the theme music...

Kieran: Hmmm yeeeeaah No. ... Er, I mean no, that won't be necessary. For your first match you'll be filling in as part of the breakout tag team Kisaragi, and I am certain the sound techs would prefer to use the music that's already cued up.

RR: Are you sure I have to give up that music? I was never gonna give it up...

Kieran: QUITE sure.

[A subtle murmur of relief passes through the audience.]

RR: Well, I suppose I can live with that. I'm never gonna let you down!

[Richard Rold bumps into the entering ONO HEZONFAIA in the entrance hallway as he leaves.]

ONO: I meet him in the locker room, ONO. He annoy me.

[Crowd starts to "Rubbarubbawoowoo."]

Kieran: He's your partner tonight.

[HUGE EFFING FACE EXPLOSION CROWD POP!!!!!!!]

Kieran: ONO, TRY not to get this one killed I'm not paying to take a cadaver through customs.

[ONO HEZONFAIA goes all smileyface, bows sharply, and runs off skipping.]

ONO: Okay. I go get big victory for Kisaragi. TAGU TEAMU GLO REEE!

James O'Connor vs Gabriel Van Zahn

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

"Light it up!"

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

J O C

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

"Training day is over

It's been laid on the line

I've given this all I've got

And I'll have my time to shine"

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

"I will settle for no less

Than the best I have to give

Only the strong survive

When they try to take you down"

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

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

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

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

Toe to toe and pound for pound

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

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

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

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

"VAAAAAAAAAAAAN! ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[The lights go dark as "Papercut" by Linkin Park begins to kick up. The neon green lights flash from both sides of the stage and flood the crowd to circle back. The streams are crossed as 'GVZ' flashes across the Shootfire Screens. As light flares from the back images of Van Zahn materialize and meld together.]

"Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)"

[Gabriel Van Zahn walks out on stage with a purple fluffy robe, marching with a cool look in his eye. Staring out ahead at the capacity arena, the showman raises the side of his lip as he curls a smile of self-confidence. Staring out ahead at JOC, Gabriel laughs and rubs his taped hands, shaking his head as he descends the ramp towards the ring. The fans reach out but GVZ pulls away, making sure not to let anyone touch him.]

"So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin!"

[GVZ climbs the stairs and ducks a leg inside as images of Van Zahn hitting the Endgame play across the Shootfire Screens in living color. Ducking in through the darkness, Gabriel Van Zahn walks right up to James O'Connor, arrogantly chomping on his gum as he gets up in JOC's face, pointing him as he tells him what's up. The Germanic fans are booing as the lights come back up.]

Emily: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM WEST PATTERSON NEW JERSEY, WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS, THIS IS GABRIEL!! VAN ZAAAHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Vik: Yeah man but no one gets in the ring as James O'Connor now has to wrestle against Gabriel Van Zahn! Van Zahn posing on the top rope as JOC waiting in the darkness- and charges GVZ!!

[The fans scream out as James leaps and stepping up to the second rope, locks Van Zahn's arm and turns to dive off the top rope! Jumping into a dive roll he sends GVZ flying head over heels with the top rope armdrag!!!]

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

Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR WITH THE ARMDRAG SENDING VAN ZAHN FLYING!!

Vik: JAMES HAS HAD IT MAN! HE CAN TAKE NO MORE!!

[Van Zahn rolls up falling over himself to go back into the ropes and hooks the top to catch himself. James is on him with a flying forearm and sends GVZ running with the irish whip! Van Zahn hits the side and James sails through with the spinning back elbow to send Gabriel down! GVZ gets up and turns to hit the ropes, JOC runs to clothesline him into a backflip, Van Zahn standing on the apron! James leaps to the corner and flies off to shoot the Dropkick straight into GVZ knocking him down off the apron!]

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

Vik: GVZ KNOCKED TO THE FLOOR AND JAMES O'CONNOR SLINGSHOT PLANCHA!!!

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

Vik: James O'Connor getting up and yells to the fans! Germany shouting back! ACHTUNG!

Jack: JOC with the arm and taking Van Zahn around, takes his head up as he runs him at the railing!!

Vik: O'Connor with the - GVZ TO BLOCK! AND BANGS JAMES' HEAD OFF THE GUARD RAIL!!

[JOC staggers back, turning around and GVZ jumps to kick him in the back of the head!!]

****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*****

Jack: GVZ nailed James O'Connor! And pulling him around going for the REVERSE STO INTO THE FLOOR!

Vik: JAMES HANGING ON! VAN ZAHN CAN'T HIT IT!!

Jack: JAMES with the pickup and ATOMIC DROPS VAN ZAHN ACROSS THE BARRICADE!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Vik: DUMPED HIM! OH AND YOU CAN'T LIKE THAT!

Jack: Van ZAHN in a painful position as James O'Connor shouting out! Pointing to the fans and James O'Connor heading to the apron!

[JOC climbs the side of the ring and raising a hand to the fans, shouts at them and Germany rises waving his T-Shirts! James screams and jumps to dive the kick right into GVZ's head, knocking him right into the fans!!]

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

Vik: JAMES O'CONNOR LIGHTING IT UP! AND HE'S ALREADY HEADING INTO THE FANS!

[James climbs over the side as the fans cheer and pat him on the back. O'Connor grabs up GVZ and pointing towards the ring, runs and sends Van Zahn over the side! GVZ tumbles off the ring mats and gets up as James whips him inside the ring! Van Zahn spins to catch the arm and falls into a drop toehold as O'Connor catches himself on the ring apron!]

Vik: James almost took one in the face Jack Sharp!

Jack: Nothing doing! He caught it! Van Zahn up and James kicks him in the stomach!!

Vik: Gabriel rolling in and James giving chase, GVZ with the double axe into the back!

Jack: James hurting and tries to punch his way up but GVZ pounding on him with forearms!! O'Connor with the double leg pickup and takedown!! JOC WITH MOUNTED PUNCHES!!

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

Vik: GVZ trying to fight off he goes to the ring he has the ring ropes!

Jack: The Referee saying back off and JOC pulls Van Zahn right over the side, nails him with a European Uppercut!

Vik: VAN ZAHN IS DOWN! HEY REF!! GET IN THERE!

Jack: JOC Pulling Van Zahn over! Going for the dragon sleeper no Van Zahn twists out of it, oh the guy is slicker than a grease salesman!

[GVZ twists out and James throws the short arm clothesline but GVZ ducks under and locks the hangman's neckbreaker! The fans boo loudly as Van Zahn gets up, and cursing he grabs two handfuls of hair and screams to throw James across the ring!]

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

Vik: JOC getting up and falling back into the buckles! GVZ with the running charge and KNEESMASH-

Jack: CAUGHT BY JOC AND STO INTO THE CANVAS!!!

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

Jack: JAMES TO THE TOP ROPE!!!!

Vik: O'CONNOR OFF THE TOP AND LEAPS FOR THE FLYING ELBOW!!!!

Jack: LANDS IT!! AND O'CONNOR HAS THE LEG FOR THE PIN!

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

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

Jack: VAN ZAHN KICKS OUT!!

Vik: Aww he's getting up! James O'Connor rolls backwards to stand up, and shouts as the fans cheer back with him!! Germany coming alive for the popular athlete and man he's lighting them up!

Jack: Standing room only and JAMES WITH THE CHARGING KICK TO THE STOMACH! LOCKS THE HEAD AND LEAPS TO SMASH THE DDT!!!

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

Vik: RIGHT INTO THE GUILLOTINE! THIS IS IT!!!

*DINGDINGDING!*

[The fans are cheering as GVZ taps! The bell rings and James O'Connor instantly lets go, rising to stand up with arms raised as he stares down at Gabriel Van Zahn. With a fist still in the air, James goes to the ropes and shouts at the hard camera for Steve Greedy to send down Spooky Doom! JOC points to the fans and pounds his chest, telling the GM to do his worst as he's coming for him next!]

Jack: And words of war from James O'Connor who can't take it any longer! JOC beats Gabriel Van Zahn and now is even more fired up for Spooky Doom than before! I don't think this is what Greedy had in mind!

Vik: Well that's too bad because that's exactly what he's gonna get! JOC on fire baby! Big time crowd pop from Germany here, oh yeah!

Jack: And Conquest continues, when we come back more great action next!

Vik: JOC is tearing down the house! What can Spooky really do to stop him?!

Kisaragi vs. Wave of the Future

J-metal hits, pyro strikes, ONO HEZONFAIA comes out headbanging. Record scratch, and the music changes to Rick Astley: Never Gonna Give You Up. Richard Rold makes his entrance, promptly to get bitch-slapped by ONO HEZONFAIA for screwing up his awesome entrance.

German Announcer: Wie der Mond!

German Announcer: Welle der Zukunft!

[The lights dim. The voice of Leonardo DiCaprio as Howard Hughes is heard over the public address system. Vintage footage of various inventions from the early 1900's and beyond are shown on the SPWtron.]

"It's the way of the future- URK! The way of the future- URK! The

way of the future- URK!"

[Finally, whispered. A still of Josh Manning and Noah Lawrence now appear on the SPWtron.]

"The way of the future."

[Sudden Southern-fried metal guitar riff and shrieking.]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

[... "Caution: Dangerous Curves Ahead" by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster fires up.]

# The ones that carry never back down! #
# I wanna be the bullet... that brings you to yo'... KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! #

[With those lyrics, Emilio Garces walks through the entrance portal, all-smiles, wearing his aviators, a freshly-pressed suit and a Hawaiian shirt. Accompanying him is Carrie Martini, who looks great, a trillion times better than Garces, with her little black dress and attache case. Garces gestures towards the portal, where Josh Manning and Noah Lawrence -- together known as the Way of the Future -- saunter through with a confident swagger. The cousins are in their respective wrestling gear, with the addition of black sleeveless shirts bearing the outline of a clock printed in white. Underneath, the text reads, "THE TIME IS NOW" in a simple, thin sans-serif font. After a brief pause at the top of the aisle filled with trash-talking, arm-raising, and fist-pumping, Garces, arm-in-arm with Carrie Martini,
leads his charges towards the squared circle. Manning and Lawrence are all-smirks, rudely gesturing at ringside fans as they walk.]

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

Jack: Referee Glenn Kyros giving a cursory examination of the boots and pads of Manning and Rold, finding them regulation-ready to his satisfaction. Ono steps to the apron, and Josh Manning from Wave of the Future stands to face off with Richard Rold of Kisaragi!

Vik: I'm gonna start drinking early on this one if you don't mind.

Jack: Normally I might object, but tonight I'll say... Go right ahead. This is a perfect opportunity to thank our sponsors, Black Hole Brew, for the complementary beverages.

Vik: Just like Grandma used to make!

Jack: ... Like Grandma used to make?

Vik: Yeeeaah, her family ran a bootleg operation during Prohibition.

Jack: Rold going for the handshake- MANNING WITH THE ENZUGIRI!!!

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

Vik: Josh Manning with Rold into the side and pounding him baby! Rold trying to get his hands up Josh with the headbutt and european uppercut launching Richard back into the side! Rold! Ya gotta stick and move baby, stick and move!

Jack: Manning with the irish whip to the air and sailing LEG LARIAT smashing Rold to the floor!

Vik: Takes Rold back quick tag out to Lawrence, Noah over the side as Manning slams the BACKBREAKER and Noah over the side slingshot Legdrop to the face!!

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

Jack: Manning charging the ring, Lawrence to the far side, Rold on the mat as Manning through the air, kicks out the leg, and slams the Elbow right down into the sternum! But here comes Lawrence, slamming Legdrop into the throat!

[Noah Lawrence and Josh Manning yell out to the fans and rush as Rold gets up, but Ono tags himself in! Josh and Noah throw in the Double Dropkick to take Rold down but Ono slingshots off the side to throw the double clothesline in!!]

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

Jack: ONO with the kick to the side of Manning and runs him headfirst into Lawrence! Noah staggered back Ono with the spin and lariat to smash the man off his feet!

[Hezonfaia throws Lawrence up into the ropes and ducks in to toss the man overhead and bounce him on his head! Manning comes back to throw the discus clothesline but Ono catches him and stops to toss him overhead with the Exploder Suplex!!]

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

Jack: ONO charging the fans up! Josh Manning to his feet and the Referee a distant fraction in the space time continum, ONO with the kick and back of the head to toss him clear over the side!!

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

Vik: Slapped him like a scalded dog!

Jack: What does that even mean!

[Ono Hezonfaia jumps over the side to smash himself down into Manning, leaving him a pancake on the floor. Noah Lawrence dives clear over the side with a corkscrew plancha but Ono walks away as Lawrence crashes into the ground. Hezonfaia waves as he goes up to the apron, and as both members of Wave of the Future rise to stand;

Jack: ONO HEZONFAIA OFF THE SIDE SOMERSAULT PLANCHA INTO WAVE OF THE FUTURE TAKING BOTH MEN DOWN!!

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

[Noah Lawrence gets up and stumbles off towards the top rope as Josh Manning gets right up despite the Referee getting in his face and Ono shoves past the official to grab Manning and toss him head over heels with the high octane hiptoss! Josh sits up and Hezonfaia snaps the dropkick to the small of the back, but as he rises Lawrence comes off the side to hit the flip neckbreaker and sandwich the neck!]

Jack: OHH!! HEAD COMPRESSED!! And Josh Manning hurting as rolls out but Richard Rold into the ring and Lawrence with the fist, BLOCKED!

Vik: Never gonna give you up...

Jack: Richard Rold with the big fist! And the kick to the gut! And the haymaker! And grabbing the scruff of the neck, RxR running to run and toss Noah Lawrence clear over the side of the ring!!

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

Jack: WESTFALENSTADION ON THEIR FEET AND ONO HEZONFAIA YELLING OUT TO THE CROWD!!

[Ono screams out and rushes the ropes as Josh Manning gets up and Emilio Garces catches the leg to trip Ono up!]

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

Jack: OH! ONO Hits the canvas and The Referee shouting to Emilio, threatening to disqualify him as Emilio shouts and yells, waving hands as he pleads innocence- oh look Carrie Martini to slip the briefcase in!

[Martini slides Manning the briefcase as he tosses it to Richard Rold! Manning hits the flying side kick right into the case, slamming Richard upside the head!!!]

***TTTTHHHHHWWWWWAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***

Jack: OH NO!! And Richard Rold done got himself unconscious as Noah Lawrence rolling right back in, Wave of the Future just coming like crazy and they run as Josh lifts the opponent and Noah charges off the ropes SPRINGBOARD INTO THE ENZUGIRI!!

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

Vik: LAWRENCE NEARLY MISSED HIM! BUT HE CONNECTED AND ROLD IS DOWN!!

[Carrie is smoldering as she dances and mocks ONO HEZONFAIA, Emilio Garces telling him to go back to the minors. Ono shouts and yells as Richard Rold starts to get up and Josh Manning flies off the ropes, connects with the spinning back elbow and strikes Rold down! The fans are booing as Noah Lawrence comes off the top turnbuckle, flying to touch his toes and lash out with the springing frogsplash to crush Rick Rold underneath his torso!!!]

Jack: Dear lord could the winning streak of Kisragi be broke!?

Vik: Slap my ass and call me Sally!

Jack: I warned you Sally!

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

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

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

*DINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*

Vik: Never gonna let you down.

Jack: Well now I feel violated.

[ONO HEZONFAIA is sitting against the side of the ring, shaking his head in disgust as Wave of the Future celebrate inside. The fans in Germany are split as Hezonfaia gets up, and staring at the ring, reaches inside to pull Rold from the squared circle. But Manning and Lawrence just smile, and show off as they parade around the ring's interior to get a rouse from the overly loud and shocked fans.]

Jack: Wave pulled an upset, and now we have a new tag team on the horizon.

Vik: Nicely done, beating the undefeated streak of ONO HEZONFAIA... Wave of the Future set up for big things baby!

Rich Patterson vs Owen Cage

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

REFLECTION

YOU

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

[As the bass kicks in and reverberates around the arena, red lights begin to pulse in synch with the theme, and Rich Patterson emerges at the top of the ramp wearing a DDR border police tunic, purposefully walking down the rampway towards the ring to the audible ire of some of the fans in attendance]

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

[Patterson walks down the ramp and tosses the tunic to the floor, revealing a “MAKE HATE” t-shirt, and sarcastically applauds a few nearby members of the crowd for doing exactly what his t-shirt says]

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

[Patterson reaches the bottom of the ramp and rolls under the ropes into the ring, pausing for a moment on one knee to look out into the crowd to see if they’re sufficiently riled up]

"(Be Healed, Be healed!)"

[Patterson stands up and mounts the nearest turnbuckle, and spits in the general direction of the fans, the anger getting more audible by the second]

“Hot lava, lava…”

[Patterson climbs down, looking sufficiently amused at how easy it is to orchestrate a near-riot situation with a piece of clothing, some hand gestures, and some saliva]

"(Be Healed Be healed!)"

[Patterson turns towards the crowd and flips them off]

 
Vik:  Shane Diamond and Orchid out here to watch as Owen Cage in the ring, stomping around a bit as he mocks Rich Patterson.  You know I think it's funny when Team EGO seem to do whatever they want, can Cage make this a three win streak of victories for his team?

Jack:  Well talent isn't the question but right now Bad Luck needs to pull one out here tonight!  The Bad Seed one tough customer and the fans here at Westfalenstadion agree- there it is the lockup and Cage in to grab horns, Rich with the foream shot to send Cage sideways!!

[Owen runs at the ropes and Patterson goes for the backdrop but Cage flips over and lands on his feet to bullet towards the other side.  Rich turns around as Owen Cage leaps for the flying hurricanrana and Patterson slams the powerbomb, the ring shaking!!  Rich holds the pin!]

Jack:  RICH POWERBOMBS CAGE AND WE HAVE A PIN!!

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

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

Vik:  No way!  Owen kicks out!

[Cage rolls up and runs for the far side just as Patterson misses him, Owen comes off the side and leaps to smash the flying spinning forearm that just barells Rich down!  Cage slams the mat and throws himself up as Rich gets to a knee and Owen rushes to step off the single leg and let the back brain heel kick fly!]

 ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***

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

Jack:  CAGE With the Enzugiri and Patterson hurting, trying to get his bearings Owen with the arm, wrings it over, and twisting in the front wristlock, Patterson bent forward as he tries to pull free, Cage with the arm again!  And Snaps lets the Savate Kick fly!!  Oh he connects with the face!

[Patterson stumbles holding his head and Cage wraps him with an arm over the head and suplexing The Bad Seed upside down, kicks out the legs to deliver a Brainbuster!!  The audience roars as Rich Patterson sits up, hurting and Cage comes off the ropes to jet the dropkick right into the center of his spine!]

Vik:  NAILED HIM!!  And Rich knocked over he's trying to get up Owen with the european uppercut to send Patterson into the ropes!  Owen Cage with the arm for the whip and RICH GOES TO THE FACE!!

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

Jack:  They did Not like that here in Germany, The Bad Seed with the head and jumping into the air he SLAMS THE DDT!!  Oh man.  And a cover!  And a count with the lateral press and

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

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

Vik:  Shane Diamond cheering out with popcorn in hand, Orchid looking on, arms folded, and across the ring Chance Fortuna pacing he is yelling to The Bad Seed -man this tag team war is really heating up!

Jack:  And that's why Miss Jasmine isn't here, she's got the World Tag Team Title Belts that are really owned by Desire and Swagger but both Bad Luck and Team EGO have been trading the stolen titles back and forth!  And now Patterson dragging Owen up, kneesmash to the guts!  Oh a forearm across the back and Cage looking worse for wear.

Vik:  Team EGO looking for the hat trick and Patterson throwing the arm over, SNAPPING THE SUPLEX TO SHOTGUN IT OFF THE ROPES AND RIPS DOWN THE FRONT GOURDBUSTER!!  AND NOW THROWS UP HIS FISTS TO THE CROWD!!

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

[Patterson kicks the ropes as he shouts at Germany in anger.  Owen Cage starts to roll up, in severe pains as he grips his guts and Rich mocks him, then taking his wrist hauls off and kicks him in the stomach!  Cage is stumbling and Patterson grasps on the standing side headlock as Cage goes for the pickup but Rich punches his nose to keep himself vertical.  Patterson sneers at the fans and charges to slam the Bulldog as hard as he can!!]

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

Vik:  And this is The Bad Seed's expertise shining through, he knows exactly what to do to Owen to slow this match down, he knows exactly how to make every single move count.  He's a methodical killing machine baby, and I gotta wonder if Patterson ain't the odds on favorite in this one here tonight!

Jack:  Owen Cage hurting as Rich KICKS him upside the back, nothing pretty about that one.  Now peeling Owen up and pulling the arm SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!  Oh just, just to the face and Cage on whiskey legs, Rich Patterson ducking up into for the Emerald Fusion-  SITS DOWN AND CRUSHES THE BACK OF CAGE'S HEAD!!

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

Vik:  THE COVER!  OH THIS IS IT BABY!

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

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

Jack: NOOO!!  CAGE KICKED OUT!

Vik:  Making me lie and shit.

Jack:  Try as he might Rich Patterson, well he's non plussed. He does not feel like Owen is at his level and handful of hair, dragging the Tag Team Specialist to his feet he twists the arm over the head, looking for a Death Drop to end it-

Vik:  CAGE With the arm and SPINS OUT TO HOOK THE HEAD TAKES HIM OVER SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!

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

Jack:  CAGE RUNNING THE ROPES!  JUMPS OFF THE SECOND STRAND MOONSAULT SAILING BACK!

Vik:  PATTERSON GOT UP THE KNEES!

Jack:  CAGE LANDS ON HIS FEET!  AND STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS CONNECTS!!!

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

Jack:  TEAM EGO LOVING THIS!!

Vik:  CAGE WITH THE LEG!!!

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

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

3NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

[Patterson shoves up, but Owen has him by the neck, grabbing in for the head but Rich snapmares him out of it!  Rich slams the kick to the skull as the fans roar in shock!  Owen falls over as Patterson stumbles back for a moment, Owen trying to rise, before Patterson turns around and raking Cage’s eyes!!]

Jack:  COME ON REF!!
 
[Cage retaliates with another eye rake!]

Vik:  WHAT'S GOOD FOR THE GOOSE!!
 
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Patterson rakes Cage’s eyes!!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Cage rakes the eyes once more!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Patterson retaliates with a fist directly to Cage’s eye, and both men fall to the canvas]

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

Vik:  And Man these two just tearing at each other, like animals!  And now neither one can see!!

Jack:  Both blinded and hurting, as Chance Fortuna and Shane Diamond yell to their respective partners from ringside, this match has truly been a fight so far.  One man has to take the advantage, and I believe the one who does that will stand out and get this match!

[Patterson rolls out to the floor as Chance is there to egg him on, telling Rich to murder Cage as Rich moves around ringside, trying to clear his field of vision.  Owen Cage is up with Shane shouting and Cage runs the ropes to come right off and shoot out the legs for the baseball slide but Chance pulls Rich away!  Owen slides out to the floor and Rich throws the kick to strike Cage down!!]

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

Jack:  CAGE MISSED AND PATTERSON TOOK ADVANTAGE!  And now Owen trying to get up, hurting, sore, half blinded and using the ring apron to stand oh RICH with a pounding fist into the guts!  And a haymaker to send Cage staggering!

Vik:  The educated fists of The Bad Seed finding their mark!  Owen Cage -I'm surprised he's even on his feet!

Jack:  Owen back into the ringpost and here comes Rich!

[On the outside, Patterson backs Cage up with a backhand chop, and takes aim for the spinning backfist…]

  ###CLUNK###

[…only to crack his fist directly into the steep ringpost!]

[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
Jack:  PATTERSON MISSED AND HE'S CURSING UP A STORM!  HE COULD HAVE SHATTERED HIS LEFT HAND!!!

[Patterson clutches at the fist for a moment, trying to shake it off, only for Cage to recover and grab Patterson from behind.  Patterson knees him in the gut, hits another backhand chop – but once again clutches at the hand, one of his key weapons neutralised for the time being!]

Jack:  And Owen with a HEADBUTT to counter and that rocked them both- now Cage taking him over and pushing Patterson back into the ring, what's this Owen to the top and looking for the springboard from the apron-  No here comes Chance Fortuna he has his leg!!

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

Vik:  CAGE shouting and Shane Diamond running around ringside to smash into Chance!!  We have a brawl!!!

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

Jack:  Owen Cage not paying attention, BAD SEED UP AND GRABS THE THROAT FOR THE RAPTURE!!   CAGE WITH THE ARM AND FALLS TO SNAP IT ACROSS THE TOP!!

Vik:  OHH!!  PATTERSON INSIDE HOLDING HIS ARM OWEN SLINGSHOTS OVER THE SIDE AND ARMBAR TAKEDOWN ROLLING RIGHT INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!  HE HAS THE INJURED HAND!  PATTERSON CAUGHT IN THE SUBMISSION!!!!

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

Jack:  The Bad Seed trying to get over but Cage has him from the ring ropes, he has the submission Armbar locked in!

Vik:  And if anyone knows how to hang in there it's Owen Cage!!  
 
[Patterson desperately tries to free his hand from Cage’s grasp, but Cage has the hold tightly clasped on and continues to exert pressure onto Patterson’s bruised knuckles…]

Jack:  This will be a true test of wills and Owen trying to keep the man down, as Security at ringside to pry Chance and Shane apart- Cage never taking his eyes off the prize!!

Vik:  Naw man he has to keep it on, keep it going!  Owen Cage a monster in there but Rich has not tapped out yet!

[Eventually, Patterson manages to maneuver himself onto his knees, and alleviate some of the pressure, and slowly gets to a foot – and kicks Cage hard in the spine!]

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

Jack:  RICH Trying to break free!   Oh he is fighting with everything he has!

Vik:  He'd better!  He does not want to lose this one by tap out! 

[Cage, however, refuses to let go of the hold, so Patterson kicks him in the spine even harder, loosening the grip slightly – then kicks him full force between the shoulder blades, causing Cage to lose his grip and drop to the canvas]

Vik:  DID IT!  RICH PATTERSON BRAWLING HIS WAY OUT OF THE HOLD!!

Jack: AND NOW ON OWEN!! 
 
[Enraged, Patterson drops a knee onto Cage’s back, and starts to throw a series of wicked elbows to the back of his head!]

Vik: I think you just pissed him off!

[Patterson continues to rain elbows onto Cage’s head, but Owen pulls under and has to slide out of the ring!  Chance Fortuna gets in Owen's face, and Cage punches him down!  Rich reaches over the side to grab Owen's hair, and Cage shouts in pain and then blasts Patterson in the kneecap!  Rich stumbles back, half falling half collapsing as Owen Cage goes from the floor all the way up to the top turnbuckle!!]

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

Jack:  OWEN CAGE OFF THE TOP SAILING FOR THE FROGSPLASH!!

Vik:  PATTERSON RISES AND _CATCHES_ OWEN CAGE ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!!  YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!

Jack:  TOSSING HIM INTO THE BRAINBUSTER!  OH MY GOD THE HUNTER KILLER 08!!!

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

Vik:  RICH PATTERSON WITH THE RIGHT ARM AROUND THE LEGS!!

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

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

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

Emily:  AND YOUR WINNER!  THE BAD SEED RICH PATTERS-

Vik:  SHANE DIAMOND IN AND HOOKING THE HEAD FLIPS OVER TOP TO SMASH THE DIAMOND GASM!!!!

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

Jack:  SHANE DIAMOND -CHANCE FORTUNA!   OFF THE ROPES AND LUCKY STRIKE PUMPS THE KICK INTO SHANE!!!  DIAMOND TAKEN DOWN!!  AND SECURITY HITS THE RING ONCE AGAIN!!!

[Owen Cage rolls up, in hellish pain and suffering as he sees himself surrounded by Black Shirted Security Guards!  Chance is yelling and shouting as Rich is on his hands and knees, holding his head.  Shane rolls up, trying to get at Bad Luck as Security holds him back!  Westfalenstadion is cheering for both teams to go at each other!!]

Vik:  ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!!

Jack:  TEAM EGO TRYING TO GET FREE!  BAD LUCK WANT TO KEEP THIS FIGHT GOING!!  SECURITY PILING INTO THE RING TO KEEP THESE TWO TEAMS APART!!!

            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#             #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#            #!@!#!@$!#!#!#!##!#

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

Vik:  Wait a second, what the hell is that on the Shootfire Screens!?!

[The horns sound as Jay-Z's "Death of Autotune" brings 
the people of Dortmund, Germany to their feet.  The Shootfire Screens 
snap up and the "Born Champion" Eddie Christian is shown first, dressed 
in his ring gear with the Fusion championship over his shoulder.  
Marissa Monet emerges behind, also dressed in ring gear.  The crowd 
reaction becomes a little mixed.  The Fusion championship in Dortmund, 
Germany being synonymous with Victor Frost and the two wrestlers were 
his greatest challengers in the ring.  Still, the sheer swagger and 
desire and star power of the team wins over most fans who take pictures 
and cheer as the champions smile across the arena.] 
 
Eddie
 Christian: Well, well, well.. what do we have here? I spy thieves 
wrestling among the masses in Dortmund, Germany. Ever since Marissa and I
 won the titles fair and square, Tiffany and Co. and Team EGO has been 
biting at our heels, playing hide and seek with our titles. But all the 
games and fun are quickly coming to an end. Monet and I are going to 
serve both of you something proper at Wrestlebowl.
 
Marissa
 Monet: Team EGO, Bad Luck, listen, you can hold the belts all you 
want.  But you don't have the title.  _We_ have the titles.  We are the 
champions.  A belt you buy at the store to hold your pants up, Bad Luck .  Not that Tiffany will let you keep your pants up for any 
length of time.  A championship?  That you have to win ... like we did 
by pinning you down in the ring, Team EGO.  And the two of you know 
this.  So you can try to score points all you want by stealing the belts
 from each other, but come Wrestlebowl the game ends.  You will stand in
 the ring against us and you will find out that you are good enough to 
hold a belt, but you're not good enough to be champions.  The 

hunted have become the hunters.  We're coming after you now, Team EGO.  
We're coming after you, Bad Luck.
 
Eddie 
Christian: We are the true Tag champions, so keep pretending like the 
kids in the Slim Jim commercials. See you ladies soon.
 
["Deepest,
 Bluest" signals as the champions fade out.]

James O'Connor vs Spooky Doom

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

"Light it up!"

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

J O C

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

"Training day is over

It's been laid on the line

I've given this all I've got

And I'll have my time to shine"

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

"I will settle for no less

Than the best I have to give

Only the strong survive

When they try to take you down"

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

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

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

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

Toe to toe and pound for pound

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

Stone: ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY HENRY SPIKES...FROM WILMINGTON DELAWARE, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS...

"CUNNING"

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

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

[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: AND HIS OPPONENT, HE STANDS AT 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHS IN AT 210 POUNDS, HE IS KNOWN AS THE UNDEAD SUPERSTAR... THE EVIL DEAD

SPOOKY DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

[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!!!"

Jack:  And we've just seen Spooky Doom make his return to Shootfire Pro Wrestling, after he slammed James O'Connor with a shovel!

Vik:  Well I hate to say it but I can't believe that Doom returns and signs a big money contract but does his new boss a favor and takes out his hated enemy for him!  Spooky Doom man, turning his back on his legions of fans.  Oh say it isn't so Doomster, say it isn't so!

Jack:  Truly disheartening Doom has been wrestling overseas and in Japan, so he's also developed a few new moves that he will unfortunately once again take out on JOC.  But this time it speaks to the heart, to the strength, to the courage of his personal resolve and of course, Henry Spikes.

[Fade to the grinning smile on the beard of the former Shootfire General Manager, as Henry Spikes stares ahead with an earnest look at his new business client.  James O'Connor is ready, pulling on the top ropes to test their give as Spooky Doom walks to the center, strolling around as the audience in the Westfalenstadion grows louder.]

  *DINGDINGDING!*

Jack:  DOOM with the arm to headlock and James with the pickup Back SUPLEX DOOM Flipped out!!

Vik:  Doom with a fist to the face, James takes it!  AND ANSWERS BACK!!

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

Jack:  James bashing him to the ropes!  And Shouting Out, arm to the irish with the twist and Doom sent running, across the ring JOC for the backdrop DOOM flies over for the Sunset Flip!  Taking JOC to his back rolling up and SHOOTS OUT The Basement Dropkick oh right to the face!

Vik:  The fans are booing as JOC rolls up, holding his head and Doom shouts as he slams him with the forearm from behind!!  And the fans did not like that but JOC trying to get up, Spooky Doom on him with the kicks and forearms, now beating him back into the ropes, Doom just doesn't care- doesn't care what his fans will think of his attacks on the popular superstar James O'Connor!!

Jack:  Surprising because most athletes that turn their backs on their friends and fans like that tend to lose their ferocity, especially ones that align with Steve Greedy as they know his pockets can protect them.  Not so with Spooky, if anything it's brought out an even more vicious Spooky Doom!

Vik:  Aw it's because he's unleashed!  This is Spooky Doom without having to pander to the kiddies, and sell the T-Shirts!  He's his own man now and former allies like James O'Connor finding that out right now.

[Doom goes for the hiptoss but O'Connor blocks!  Spooky smashes the knee to the guts and tries again but James blocks and screams!  The fans cheer as Spooky turns his head and JOC throws the punch to clock Doom sending him sideways!  Spooky tries to gather back as James throws punch after punch, bashing Spooky across the jaw, and then picking the man up dives down with the Spinebuster!]

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

Jack: NAILED IT!  And Just like we saw JOC take down Gabriel Van Zahn earlier tonight, he is fired up like never before!!

Vik:  James O'Connor taking Spooky Doom up- and runs to throw him over the top rope down to the floor!!

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

Jack:  DOOM INTO THE GROUND!  AND WESTFALENSTADION ON THEIR FEET!!

Vik:  Doom with the poke to the eye!  Oh come on!!

[The fans
 scream out with jeers as Spooky turns his head to see them booing.  
Momentarily distracted, Doom steps back and JOC strikes him with a 
monster punch!]

Vik:  NEARLY KNOCKED HIM OUT!!  Spooky to his 
feet, James with the kick to the stomach!  Mask and runs the Head 
straight into the top turnbuckle!!  Oh Doom hit so hard- James wrapping 
around the Sleeperhold I think it's time to put the Evil Dead out!!

Jack: 

 But wait a second, Doom with the feet up, kicking up the turnbuckles to
 flip himself out!  Wow!  Landing back behind James and waistlock 
running JOC into the corner!  Spooky with the rolling backwards to take 
them both over and up to a BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!!

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

Vik:  
Chaos Muthafuckin Theory!!

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

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

Jack: NO JAMES KICKS OUT!!

[Henry Spikes smiles and nods, never moving. Spooky gets up and tells the Referee to count faster and the Official responds and Doom goes right in his face! Spooky tells the Official to get off his case and grabbing a handful of hair, takes James to the side rope and chokes the man out against the second rope!]

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

Jack: DOOM almost starting a fight with the Referee just to show he can! What has gotten into this man?

Vik: I don't know but this Superstar clearly letting his reputation go to his head! Spooky with the pickup on James and DROPS THE STUNGUN!! Oh my Lord and now right back to the choke against the second rope as the Referee has about had enough of this.

[Lucchesi dwarfs Doom and tells him to get off the neck but Spooky bows up and shouts at him to get out of his way! The fans in Westfalenstadion rain down boos like never before and Doom pulls James up- and swings the clothesline that flips JOC clear over the side!!]

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

Jack: JAMES hits the apron! And now staggering back- Oh DOOM RUNS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!

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

Vik: And Spooky up in one of the Fan's faces! Telling them off and yelling at them to get out of his face! Spooky, you're in THEIR faces! What is with this guy?

[Doom takes up JOC and demands the fans hold up their chairs, but they refuse! Spooky shouts at them in German and James slams the forearm to the face! The fans throw up a cheer as James follows through with a fist to the stomach, and taking the mask runs and smashes Doom facefirst into the blue ringpost!!]

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

Jack: JAMES pulling the head back, into the Dragon Sleeper!? NOO!! JAMES O'CONNOR TO SNAP THE REVERSE SUPLEX ACROSS THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!!

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

Vik: OH! And the Guts of Spooky Doom laid out all over the ringside area, now James O'Connor to the apron as Henry Spikes applauding, HERE COMES JOC OFF THE APRON WITH THE FLYING _SENTON_ INTO THE CHEST!!!

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

Jack: OH! FLATTENED HIM!! DOOM ROLLING AROUND!

Vik: AND JAMES JUST BUSTED THE AIR OUT OF SPOOKY DOOM!!

[Doom is rolling around, clutching his stomach and gasping for air. James O'Connor shouts out to the fans, and taking Doom up he walks him around the ring, then charges to spin falling down as he shoots Spooky around the post but Doom reverses to send James shoulder first, charging right into the ringsteps!!]

****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!!****

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

Jack: OH NO! JAMES JUST DISLODGED THE STEPS WITH HIS SHOULDER!

Vik: HERE COMES SPOOKY!!

Jack: JAMES UP AND BACKDROPS DOOM CLEAR OVER AND INTO THE STAIRS!!!

*****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!!!*****

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

Jack: AND JAMES ROLLING IN! OH MAN! HE DEVASTATED SPOOKY DOOM RIGHT THEN!

Vik: Can Doom even answer the count!? The Referee would love to raise the hand of JOC, let me tell you what! Doom may be a double tough competitor but even that landing, spine across the steel, man I can't see just anyone coming back from that!

[James is in the center of the ring, holding his shoulder and the fans are cheering him on. Germany is shouting as JOC looks to Henry Spikes and Spikes tells him to go out and put Doom away. James nods and moves to slide out, Doom crawls up and James punts him with a kick upside the chest!!]

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

Jack: OHH!! Hauled off and kicked him as hard as he could!! James taking Doom up against the post and blasts Doom with the punch again! O'Connor tossing Spooky inside the ring, following with that right arm basically done.

Vik: Yeah but you wouldn't know it the way he's wrestling, but like we saw earlier, that match with Gabriel just put James into the winning frame of mind! He is motivated and ready to do whatever it takes to come out ahead!

Jack: And still staying true to character, that's why Westfalenstadion likes JOC and they've decidely turned against the Undead Superstar.

[Doom rolls up and shouts as he rises to throw the power clothesline, but James blocks with his good arm and throws the kick to the stomach! JOC charges the ropes and as Doom comes up from a single leg James screams and delivers the one handed bulldog!]

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

Jack: JAMES heading to the top rope! Climbing up he is on the pads and Doom can barely even stand, oh he just got blasted into shock as JAMES OFF THE TOP! AND FLYING LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!

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

Vik: JAMES UP AND ROLLING OVER! HE HAS THE PRESS!!

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

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

Jack: DOOM GETS THE ARM OUT! JAMES Over and taking the arm, wrapping it around Spooky's neck, and has the wrist reaching back turns it into a neckbreaker! Spooky hurting as he tries to fight, a weak punch meeting nothing and James smashes the knee upside the face!!

Vik: Doom hurting, James throws the lariat MISSED!!

[Doom turns around to lob the punch but JOC ducks it and fires the inside uppercut to the jaw! Spooky goes stumbling back as James unleashes the knife edge chop!! Spooky backs up in pain and James goes in to haul him up for the bodyslam, but he can't hold him and Doom slides off his back to grab the hair and slam the Death Drop!!]

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

Jack: DOOM PULLING THAT DROP OUTTA NOWHERE! AND HE JUST BOUGHT HIMSELF SOME TIME!!

[Doom and JOC are both down and the Referee begins a double count- but then Spooky Doom sits up!]

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

Jack: They did NOT like that here in Germany! Oh can Spooky Doom put JOC away!?

Vik: Henry Spikes yelling to James, to keep him centered despite the fact that his head has gotta be swimming!

Jack: Doom returning to his feet, he's always had that it, the X-Factor that makes him a True Superstar. However these recent actions of yet, this just horrid act of treason against his own integrity and the great wrestling fans of SPW, made that much more worse by the fact that Doom doesn't need to do any of this stuff!

Vik: That's true he's a bad ass wrestler but so is JOC as Doom shouting in his face and SLAMS THE FIST JAMES IS DOWN!!

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

Jack: Spooky Doom standing over James O'Connor, man what a knockout blow, and Doom just pointing down at him and now raising the arm towards the fans, telling them to stand and cheer as he's going to finish JOC off!

[With the fans jeering in his ears, Spooky pulls James up and drags him to the second rope! He throws his neck across the second cable and nodding, bounces to rush across the ring! The fans rise to their feet as Doom charges but James throws himself up and spins to nail Spooky with a discus clothesline that sends Doom flipping in mid-air!!!]

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

Jack: JAMES JUST TURNED DOOM INSIDE OUT!!

Vik: DOOM HIT THE MAT AND JOC TEARING IT UP HERE IN GERMANY!!

[Westfalenstadion cheers as James points to them and rolling his good arm, walks over to Doom and taking up the legs, steps through both and twists Spooky over to sit down in the Sharpshooter!!]

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

Jack: SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER! JOC APPLYING THE SUBMISSION TO SPOOKY DOOM IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!

[The Ref is down and yelling in Doom's ear as the masked luchadore can only shout out in pain! His entire body hurting, James O'Connor is slowly racking his spine apart and Spooky rolls around, writhing as he tries to break free! Lucchesi is shouting for the give and Doom's head drops, then snaps back up as he pushes down and tries to force his way out of the hold!!]

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

Vik: JAMES O'CONNOR GOING FOR THE TAP OUT WIN!

Jack: WILL DOOM BE FORCED TO TAP!? CAN HE GET OUT OF THIS!

[Spooky shoves down with both palms and screams as he fights to push free, ripping his legs out and James twists over to drop the legs, shifting into a rear chinlock and rolling the arm back over the neck, JOC sits up with the dragon sleeper and wraps his legs around to get in the bodyscissors!! He pulls back laying across the Shootfire logo as the fans are on their feet, cheering and Doom raises his arm- and reaching into his side pulls out a metal stake and stabs it into James' leg!!]

Jack: JAMES up and hurting! Spooky shooting in to pull James up! And turning him over across his shoulders DOOM WITH THE FLYING BURNING HAMMER!!!

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

Vik: JAMES UP AND INTO THE ROPES!! DOOM AT THE SIDE!!

[Spooky rushes to catch the ropes and fly around inside, his legs catching James across the neck! O'Connor falls back and holding his neck, tries to get up as Doom catches the arm, and turns JOC over with a kneeling backslide to keep him down!]

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

Jack: JOC PINNED WITH A BACKSLIDE FROM DOOM!!

Vik: AFTER HE STABBED HIM!!

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

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

Jack: JOC KICKED OUT!!!

Vik: HE HAS HAD IT!!!!!

[JOC rolls up and yelling, pulls the spike from his leg and goes to grab up Spooky! Doom swings a punch but James gouges right into his eye and slams the spike upside his head!!]

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

Jack: JAMES BEATING INTO SPOOKY!! DOOM BATTERING BACK BUT JAMES CUTTING HIM OPEN!!!

Vik: DOOM ATTACKING JOC!! HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Jack: JAMES HAS DOOM IN THE ROPES AND SLASHING INTO HIM! CARVING HIM UP!!!

[Spooky ducks and rolls from the ring as the Referee throws the match, instantly disqualifying James O'Connor! The fans are roaring as JOC yells at Doom to come back, Spooky backing off for fear of getting stabbed! Doom is furious, shouting and yelling at James, threatening his job and career but JOC doesn't care, promising he'll cripple the man the next time they get in the ring!!

Jack: Good, this attack by Spooky finally going too far. No sympathy from this capacity crowd, he just went too far. Too Far!

Vik: If this is the kind of athlete we come to expect from the Spookster then good, it serves him right. Man Doom just becoming a total jerk and he thinks he can do and get away with anything! Make Em Bleed!

Jack: Well this isn't over, you can bet Doom will go to Steve Greedy over this. But for right now, ladies and gentlemen, James O'Connor has finally lost it, he's finally snapped. Doom is lucky to be alive. How will, can he, use this win as momentum heading into Wrestlebowl? We will see you next time on SPW Ascension!! JOC standing tall!! And he will take it no more!!

[Fade out as James O'Connor is standing in the ring, a giant arm in the air as he yells out to his Shootfire fans, the audience cheering in support as blood runs down his forearm. With wild eyes, JOC points at Doom and tells him anytime as Henry Spikes claps beside him, a fired up look in James' eyes like never before!]

"JOC!!!!" "JOC!!!!" "JOC!!!!" "JOC!!!!" "JOC!!!!"